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Chapter 44 The End of Moonlight (Please collect and read)
"It's really hell, so clean, so quiet, this is not Gotham."

The gangsters who were fighting on the street looked at the moonlight shining on their bodies and suddenly felt annoyed.

Their numb hearts were soothed by the moonlight, and they began to think about "what on earth are they doing" again, just like when they first set foot in Gotham, and began to dislike everything around them.

As they thought about it, most people put away their weapons, left the blood-stained streets, returned to their own kennels, fell asleep and escaped from reality.

There are also pure lunatics who want to kill and kill like crazy, but there is no one on the street for them to kill, so they have to leave in disappointment.

The killers who accepted the bounty looked at the huge column of moonlight rising into the sky, then looked at the bounty order in their hands, quickly returned the bounty, and left Gotham as quickly as possible.

"This is simply not something a human can do. This bounty is a trap from beginning to end. Let's run away!"

The lunatics in Arkham Asylum looked at the moon above their heads with infinite disgust and interest, and became more active, trying to find the wizard who was wanted.

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Suburban, safe house.

Barbara was using Wayne Group's environmental monitoring equipment to search for traces of the Assassin's League's actions when she was suddenly blinded by the moonlight coming in from the window.

She covered her eyes with one hand and pressed the joystick with the other, and the electric wheelchair moved forward to the window.

Looking at the column of moonlight rising into the sky and the souls surrounding it to rest, her mouth opened in shock.

"Jesus, my God!"

Barbara was not a religious person, but she couldn't help but shout out loud when she saw the magnificent and magical scene.

But in the next moment, she realized that only Martin's magic could create such an indescribable wonder.

"What kind of trouble did he get into that caused him to use such powerful magic?"

Barbara rubbed her hands nervously, unable to help but worry about Martin's safety.

Without even thinking, she decided to leave the safe house to look for Martin. The moment the wheelchair walked out of the door, she remembered that she was no longer the Batgirl who could climb walls and fly over rooftops in the past.

"You useless legs!"

Barbara pounded her numb legs in hatred, lowered her head and cried. The tears blurred her eyes and dripped onto her glasses.

It is hard to tell whether the tears were shed because of concern for Martin's safety or because of his disabled legs.

Bang!

Something broke into the safe house and fell to the ground, making a noise.

Barbara became alert instantly. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took out a stun gun from under the wheelchair, and controlled the wheelchair to slowly approach the living room.

The door was wide open, and the silver moonlight spread across the entire living room like flowing water. A gray shadow fell on the floor and was very conspicuous.

Barbara pointed the gun at the shadow and slowly approached it. Seeing the gray wizard robe and orange-red hair, she confirmed the other party's identity.

"Martin?"

The person lying on the ground did not respond, and the girl struggled to turn Martin over.

His face was as pale as paper, sweat was oozing from his head, his red hair was wet and stuck to his scalp in clumps, and there was a claw-shaped wound on his chest, emitting black smoke.

"I don't know magic, what should I do?"

Barbara looked at the unconscious Martin and felt helpless.

Even though she knew nothing about magic, she could guess that Martin was in this state because he was attacked by other wizards.

Seeing the burns on Martin's chest getting bigger and bigger, Barbara became anxious and determined to do something.

She took out the medicine from the emergency kit, dipped a cotton swab in the medicine, and gently wiped the wound on Martin's chest, praying that it would work, even a little bit.

"Cough cough..."

Wisps of black smoke came out of the wound that had been wiped. Barbara, who was unaware of the situation, felt a little choked, but she just waved her hand and continued to wipe Martin's wound, not noticing that all the black smoke went into her mouth and nose.

"Oh my head, something's wrong, there's something wrong with these cigarettes." Barbara reacted, but it was too late. She felt dizzy and her upper body became soft and weak.

The potion bottle fell to the ground with a clink, and the red potion spilled all over the floor.

The girl held the wheelchair handles with her hands, trying to stay conscious, but her condition became worse and worse. In her hallucinations, she even saw a dragon with bat wings pounce on her face.

"If you want to run away, there's no way."

The unconscious Martin suddenly opened his eyes, a three-foot-long white flame emerged from his right hand, rolled up the shadow flying from his chest, and threw it to the ground.

Click!

The shadow fell to the ground like a piece of fine porcelain and shattered completely. Every fragment was covered by white flames, and soon everything was burned to nothing.

Martin sat up, holding his chest. The moment the shadow disappeared, the scar on his chest healed instantly.

In the final confrontation, Barbatos abandoned the Bat Tribe without hesitation, but gathered his strength to defeat Martin, trying to occupy his body and continue to act in this world.

Martin was even more ruthless, and directly used his own body as a battlefield to fight against Barbatos's power, determined to kill part of the watchdog's consciousness.

He was determined to kill this consciousness at all costs, even if it meant dying together with his partner.

Then the other party became scared. It didn't want to die. Even though Martin's body was very valuable, it was not worth exchanging its life for it.

But Martin's body is not a public toilet. It is easy to get in but difficult to get out. This consciousness can only be forced to fight with Martin.

At this moment, Barbara, who was worried about Martin, approached and her consciousness seized this opportunity to change her body and escape.

But without any physical support, its strength is infinitely close to zero.

Martin seized the opportunity, chopped the bastard down with one sword, and ended Barbatos' last hold on this world.

"Finally got rid of this bastard."

Martin was in a very bad condition. The force of his confrontation with Barbatos had torn his body into pieces, as if it was about to fall apart.

He took out a bottle of green potion from his cloth bag and poured it into his mouth. The cool potion flowed down his throat, soothing his body that was about to fall apart.

After the pain eased a little, he placed the sword burning with white flames next to Barbara. The flames penetrated into the girl's body like fireflies and burned away Barbatos' power.

Barbara slowly came to, and she put her hand to her forehead and said, "What happened just now? What came out of your chest?"

"That thing is finished. If you want to know its origins, I will tell you tomorrow."

Martin leaned back on the sofa, sipping the green potion. His condition became increasingly worse, as if every part of him was being torn apart by the gears of a crusher.

"In my cloth bag are several notes containing plans for perfecting the safe house's defenses, as well as some simple spells and cantrips that can be used even by someone without magical powers."

Barbara quickly picked up the cloth bag and looked at the densely packed words and figures on the parchment. She felt a little dizzy and asked, "Won't these things disappear with your change of identity?"

"As long as you follow the instructions in the notes, there won't be any problems."

"Damn, it really hurts!"

Martin's arm twitched, and the potion bottle fell onto his grey robe, but he still managed to say, "I've worked hard as a wizard all day, so I have to gain something."

"You need to go rest."

Barbara put away her notes and tried to help Martin up.

"Don't worry about me, the floor is nice here."

"Sorry, there's not enough time. I can't heal your leg..."

"You have to be quick. Don't try to understand what's on the paper. Just remember it..."

Martin's voice gradually weakened, his body slid to the floor, his heavy eyelids overwhelmed his will, and he fell asleep in pain.

　Practice driving in the morning, and post the second chapter in the afternoon. Sorry!
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