Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 45 I am the Shadow Army (Sorry for the late post)
When Martin woke up from a long sleep, there was a sharp buzzing in his ears and a stabbing pain in his head.

He supported himself with his hands and sat up from the cold floor. He leaned his back against the sofa and saw Barbara when he turned his head.

The red-haired girl sat in a wheelchair, supporting her head with her hands. It was obvious that she was too worried about Martin and had been staying by his side all night.

"Barbara, wake up!"

Martin whispered the girl's name, trying to wake her from her sleep.

Barbara opened her eyes, which instantly widened, and she pulled the joystick back, stepped back to the wall, and pulled out a stun gun from under the wheelchair and pointed it at Martin.

"Don't move. Who are you?"

When Martin saw Barbara's excessive behavior, he knew that his identity today was very unusual from the outside.

He raised his hands and said to the girl in a comforting tone: "I am Martin. Have you forgotten that I have a different identity every day?"

"Feel sorry!"

Barbara realized it later and apologized to Martin: "I just opened my eyes and my brain is not working well. I forgot about it."

Although the girl put down her gun, she still didn't dare to get closer.

"It's ok."

Martin stood up. He felt the pain from last night disappearing rapidly and his body became flexible again.

He stretched his arms and legs and said to Barbara, "Is there a mirror? I'm curious about what I look like today to scare you like this."

Barbara pointed, and Martin walked over to the floor-length mirror, his eyes widening as well.

He was now wrapped in black cloth, with a pair of straw sandals on his feet. His exposed hands and feet and the area around them were as blue as a corpse, and his eyes were glowing red.

With this look, if thrown into a horror movie set, he could directly play the big boss. No wonder Barbara was frightened when she just opened her eyes.

"Yesterday we were fighting against evil wizards, but today we have become a group of shadow soldiers living in the shadows. This change is too big!"

Martin muttered to himself about the contrast between the past two days, and his hands were already getting familiar with the new power.

The shadows in the room began to wriggle as his fingers moved, taking on all kinds of strange shapes.

The Shadow Legion was originally just nine inconspicuous tribes in ancient Japan. After the defeat of the eight demons, they gained the power of shadows and created the Shadow Kingdom. The tribal members were also transformed into shadow warriors.

The undead shadow warriors were influenced by the generals they were loyal to and split into nine chapters, each with special powers.

In this world, there are no ten shadow generals.

Martin is the only shadow warrior, so now he is the master of the shadow, the shadow army, and he can create his own shadow kingdom.

Barbara watched as the shadows in the room gathered towards Martin. The temperature dropped suddenly, and she exhaled, which immediately turned into ice particles and fell to the ground.

She realized something was wrong and shouted, "Martin, Martin, are you okay?"

Martin, whose ambition was growing wildly, heard Barbara's cry and realized something was wrong.

I am a positive character, and the idea of conquering the world through violence doesn't fit with my personality!

He quickly cleared his mind of distracting thoughts and suppressed the evil thoughts that were inherent in the Black Shadow Corps, feeling a wave of fear in his heart.

Although the power of the Black Shadow Corps is strong, it can also affect the thoughts of its users invisibly. Even if they are righteous people, their behavior will be distorted and tend towards violence. In the end, they will be captured by the shadow and become his puppets.

Sheriff Black is also an absolutely positive character, but after putting on the mask, he unknowingly went astray.

Martin now bears the entire force of the Black Shadow Legion alone and is under even greater pressure.

"This shadow is really powerful, you better be careful when using it!"

Martin turned around and explained his situation to a worried Barbara.

The girl stared at Martin for a long time before asking, "So, as long as you want, you can control the shadows of the whole world?"

Martin nodded: "That's right. But I'm afraid I can't bear such evil thoughts. After absorbing the shadows of the whole world, I will become a tyrant, or worse."

Barbara rubbed her swollen temples and asked, "Why does your identity always carry such dangerous abilities?"

"I do not know!"

Martin shook his head helplessly.

"It takes me a long time to experience changes like today. This situation may be due to this world!"

Barbara subconsciously asked: "What's wrong with this world?" "This is Gotham, what do you say is wrong?"

Martin then explained to Barbara the existence of Barbatos.

Barbara's head was filled with the multiverse, evil gods, and the differences between light and darkness, and she had no time to think about Martin's changes.

She said to Martin helplessly: "Bruce will go crazy if he knows this."

"The premise is that we rescue him first."

Martin swayed left and right, spinning like a top, familiarizing himself with the power of the shadow and judging the limit of losing control.

"Oh, my sword!"

As the shadow passed the gatehouse, white flames erupted, dispersing the approaching shadow.

Martin bounded into the hallway, and Barbara wanted to say something, but his attention was drawn to the sword.

He picked up the normal long sword with his own hands, but there was no reaction on the sword.

He looked at the inscription on the sword and said to himself, "I can't keep calling you 'Sword'. I'll give you a name, 'Flame of Burning Sin'!"

"Martin, are you sure you are in good spirits?"

Barbara finally found an opportunity to interrupt and reminded him loudly.

"Don't worry, I just used my excess excitement to suppress Shadow's negative emotions."

Martin hung the sword on his waist. The inscriptions on it shone brightly. His psychological pressure was reduced a lot, and he reassured Barbara.

Barbara couldn't see Martin's face, but chose to believe him.

"Oh, and my moon!"

Martin picked up a silver bead.

Barbara's eyes were attracted by the bead, and then the bead began to enlarge in her eyes, as if the moon in the sky was pressing towards her.

The girl grasped the wheelchair handles with both hands, gasping for breath, her eyes wide open, and her body out of control.

"Shit, I forgot the moon has mystical significance in illusion."

Martin cursed inwardly and held the beads in his palm.

Barbara felt relieved when she saw the moon disappear in an instant.

"Sorry, my bad."

Martin patted the girl's back gently and explained, "This bead is the moon from last night, but I have temporarily lost my wizard ability and cannot control the power inside at will, so I accidentally hurt you."

Barbara said bitterly: "Remember to remind me not to get close to you when I change my identity next time."

Martin chuckled and tied the beads to the flame of burning sin, and the moonlight was no longer so dazzling.

"Is Nightwing not back yet?"

He looked around but didn't see the third person.

"He is leading people to search for possible hiding places of the Assassin's League. There should be news soon."

As soon as Barbara finished speaking, Nightwing's communication arrived.

"Martin...Pah, we are surrounded..."

Nightwing's voice was mixed in with the sound of gunfire, and the communication was cut off halfway through his words.

"Locate them immediately."

Barbara returned to the computer and found Nightwing's signal.

Martin dove into the shadows and disappeared directly into the safe house.

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