Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 43 Barbatos is here, Barbatos is gone (Please collect and read)

"The bright silver moon rains down holy rain, cleansing the darkness filled with evil..."

Martin raised his cane, and a silver ball of light lit up at the end of the cane, coinciding with the quiet moon hanging above his head.

As his melodious voice sounded, the silver moon spun, dropping pieces of debris, dragging a long tail, turning into a meteor shower and falling into the dark underground space.

Boom, boom...

Every time a meteor falls, it explodes into a silver light wave, shaking the earth and overturning the strata that hides the dark devil's cave.

Pillars of smoke filled with desperate and painful souls rose into the sky, extending their dark claws towards the bright and flawless silver moon.

"Damn the Bat Tribe!"

Martin was surrounded by pain and despair, with tears welling up in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, and the long sword in his hand, which was filled with white flames, suddenly grew to more than ten meters in length. With a light sweep, he cut off the rising column of smoke.

The silver moon continued to cast meteor showers, exploding light waves, turning into a tranquil sea of light, surging with sparse waves. Whenever the waves swept through an area of darkness, they would purify the evil and liberate the souls within.

Martin looked at the spot of light flying past him. There was a complete soul inside, but it was almost transparent, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time.

Even so, these rescued souls used their last bit of strength to weakly speak to Martin:

"Thank you... Let us do one last thing... Revenge..."

Their voices were intermittent, but their actions were firm. With deep hatred for the perpetrators, they threw themselves into the Silver Moonlight Sea without hesitation.

Even if it only turns into a small wave and disappears in the next moment, I will never regret it. I will extinguish the thick darkness with hatred and anger.

Martin raised his hand slightly, wanting to stop these people. This world has a place for the soul to belong, and they can rest in peace after reaching the end.

But he still respected the choices of these souls and guided their sacrifice to eliminate the darkness full of sin.

Martin stepped forward, the moonlight following him.

With every step the silver light takes, the thick darkness retreats, and more souls are liberated.

Some chose to die, but more chose to sacrifice their own rest and turn to Silver Moon for their own revenge.

Martin guided this force of revenge to merge with the moonlight, washing away layer after layer of darkness, revealing a staircase leading to a deeper place.

He walked straight in, the long sword burning with white flames illuminated in front of him, and the moon guiding souls to rest illuminated behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the front. The darkness was like a wriggling colloid, and it seemed that countless hands would reach out at the next moment.

But they were afraid of the light and Martin, and did not dare to approach. They just surrounded him, watching and waiting, trying to wait for Martin to reveal a flaw.

But this was obviously impossible. The darkness tried to wait for Martin's weakness, but it was only met with the head-on attack of firelight and moonlight.

"what--"

Finally, a wingless bat-like monster rushed out from the darkness, opened its huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and emitted sound waves that were enough to shatter a human body.

Martin thrust his cane directly into the guy's mouth, and the forked end of the cane caught the densely packed fangs. He pulled it back, and led the monster towards him.

He thrust out with the sword in his other hand, and white flames pierced through the monster's abdomen. Then he pulled to the left with his right hand, tearing open the abdomen.

The long sword swung down from top to bottom, cutting off the monster's head.

The white flames stuck to the wound and quickly swept through the monster's body, turning it into a burning torch.

"that's all?"

Martin knew someone was watching him, so he shouted into the creeping darkness, "You have been following that watchdog Barbatos for tens of thousands of years, and you only have some tricks? You have neither advanced magic skills nor the courage to fight head-on."

"How stupid are those old guys in the Eternal Council to allow a bunch of traitors like you to survive until now?"

The area under the palace was even more vast, and Martin didn't mind searching inch by inch to pull out these monsters one by one and kill their souls.

But he was afraid that he didn't have much time, so he tried to provoke the monsters of the Bat Tribe with words and make them jump out on their own.

"As you wish, wizard!" "You will die here today and become a sacrifice to the great bat god."

"Your soul alone is worth thousands of years of our efforts."

Groups of monsters jumped out, and the darkness they controlled formed various weapons and threw them out as densely as raindrops.

"You are really brave now. It's a pity that you set your sights on me. This is the biggest mistake you have ever made in your life."

The white flame on the sword in Martin's hand surged, and with a light sweep, the thrown weapons were burned into green smoke. Then he rushed into the crowd of monsters, slashing left and right.

He didn't need any skills. As long as the white flame that fought against sin touched these monsters, it would follow their sins and turn them into white torches.

The flames burned the flesh and souls of these monsters at the same time, causing them to let out painful wails that echoed in the darkness.

These white flames are fueled by sin and will not stop until the sin is burned out, and the sins of these monsters are simply countless.

Martin estimated that the flames on their bodies might take several years to burn out. Before that, they would suffer the pain of being burned by the flames every moment.

"Enjoy it, assholes!"

He had no sympathy and continued to chase other monsters past the torches.

The monsters from the Bat Tribe manipulated the darkness to form all kinds of strange things, but they were useless to Martin, and not even a splash was made when they hit him.

These guys are simply using energy, which is essentially no different from shooting a gun.

The so-called miracles and impossibilities are not reflected in these monsters at all, and all that remains is distortion and absurdity.

After chopping off another monster's head, Martin bursts into the arena and sees a robed statue with bat wings.

"Oh, a watchdog is a watchdog. He won't even show his true appearance to his followers."

Martin taunted Barbatos's cowardice.

The pets of the forgers in this world are determined to surpass their masters, but they have achieved nothing. They can only drag on a few equally tragic tragedies and repeat the boring tricks of invading other worlds.

Looking at the monsters surrounding the statue, Martin did not persuade them to surrender. Instead, he raised his cane and pointed it at the moon, ready to destroy the statue of Barbatos - this was the source of all the darkness.

As long as this thing is destroyed, Barbatos will lose his foothold in this world and everything will be over.

The silver moon shone so brightly that it was almost as blinding as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The monsters surrounding the statue felt desperate. For the first time, they felt like the weak. They couldn't help but pray to their gods:

"Great Bat God, show your great deeds, guide the lost lambs, and punish our enemies..."

Martin heard the monster's prayer and swung his cane decisively.

The silver moon fell, the light swept everything, and the wandering darkness dissipated in an instant.

A huge dragon shadow with bat wings appeared on the bat statue, swirling into a black hole and colliding with the moon.

The wind was roaring, the earth was shaking, and the dazzling light was fighting fiercely against the darkness in every inch of space, almost distorting everything.

Martin channeled the moonlight to fight against Barbatos' power, his staff transformed into a magical flame, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Under the shadow of the dragon, the remnants of the Bat Tribe just smiled, feeling that they were saved.

The next moment, realizing that he couldn't win quickly, Barbatos ran away.

All the remnants of the Bat Tribe turned into ashes in the moonlight, leaving no trace.

The silver moon fell to the ground, and a huge column of light shot up into the sky, directly piercing through the surface of the earth.

All of Gotham saw a silver column of moonlight rising into the sky, breaking through the dark clouds and crashing into the natural moon, forming a silver meteor shower that fell on Gotham, temporarily washing away the accumulated filth and covering the city with a layer of silver gauze.

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