Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 503: Nothing to talk about (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

"What a jerk with a bad taste, deliberately giving people hope, but then taking it away, just to see the despair when they collapse!"

Martin looked at the large number of cannons that were then extended and complained about Savage's men.

It was very clear at this point. Although Savage didn't know that the Injustice Society had surrendered to Martin, he still wanted to throw away the black glove without mercy, and in the most cruel way.

"Was this guy forced to be a disciple by Darkseid ten thousand years ago? Why is he imitating Darkseid in everything and has nothing of his own?"

Martin showed no respect for Savage, a guy who surrendered to the enemy didn't deserve any respect.

Then, he saw the light piercing through Bingzhu's chest, so he transformed the Mother Box in his hand into a longbow, pulled the bowstring to its full extent, and then let go.

Boom!
The sound of the bowstring being plucked emitted a special wave that spread in the air. Even though Martin was quite a distance away from the battlefield, the wave did not weaken due to the distance and still reached the battlefield.

Then, those sonic explosion channels collapsed one by one, and the cannons that were continuously bombarding the ground were torn into pieces by the deformed space. Countless fragments flew all over the sky, like a rain of steel falling continuously.

A stream of cold air blew out of the icicle's mouth, instantly sweeping across the entire valley, freezing the fallen parts and protecting the Injustice Society soldiers on the ground.

The surviving Injustice Society soldiers did not stop their actions just because the threat above their heads disappeared. They occupied the entire dam and began searching for the demonized soldiers, capturing and killing them one by one.

"It's over, old man! It's all over!"

Bingzhu fished Brainwave out of the river, made sure he was still alive, climbed to the shore, and leaned against a frozen tree. Gradually, he became motionless and looked like a giant ice sculpture, no longer having the agility of a living person.

"This is a worthy death!"

Martin did not have any special feelings about Bingzhu's death. This was all within his expectations.

Although the Injustice Society showed bravery and responsibility in the final moments, they have also committed numerous crimes in the past twenty years.

The war that had just broken out could only prevent their relatives from being implicated, but they themselves still had to stand trial.

"What a cold-hearted person!"

When Martin heard the first syllable of this sentence, he caught the opponent's trail. He drew his bow and arrow and shot directly.

But this time, his bowstring was no longer empty, but a real energy arrow, which shot directly through the body of the person who spoke, but only caused a wave of shadow.

"It turns out to be a clone, how boring!"

Martin frowned when he saw the shadow clone, not wanting to pay any attention to him: "If you don't have the guts to face me in person, then get lost! I'm not interested in talking useless nonsense with a clone!"

"what differences are there?"

The shadow was stunned for a moment, as if he had not expected to be treated like this.

The next moment, the shadow covering his figure dissipated, and the mysterious man revealed his true appearance. Although it was still an illusion, it was at least more honest.

He was tall, with a muscular build, a square face, thick lips, slightly curly hair, and wore a brown robe with special emblems embroidered in gold thread on the edges.

Although this guy looks like a barbarian from a fantasy story, he exudes the aura of a wise man.

Martin just glanced at him, then used the mother box to open the sonic boom channel and prepared to leave.

There is nothing to say to this kind of person. Saying one more word is a waste of time and is meaningless. "Wait, you just left like that. Don't you want to talk to me?"

Savage was surprised by Martin's reaction. It was completely different from what he had expected and beyond his expectations.

So he tried to keep Martin, but it was just a request, and his expression was still arrogant, as if he was giving him some reward.

"I have nothing to talk about with a coward like you. Just wait for me to find your lair and chop off your head."

Martin waved at Savage as if he were discarding trash.

He looked at the battlefield that had just calmed down. The smell of blood blew in with the cold wind. An organization disappeared, but the town of Blue Valley remained.

If you have the ability, you should never communicate with old-fashioned people like Savage, but join a more dynamic side.

Martin was getting even more fed up with Savage. He had no intention of playing along with this old fogy guy, so he walked towards the sonic boom channel.

"Stop, you're wasting my kindness!"

Savage didn't know what method he used, but he actually affected the stability of the sonic channel in front of Martin.

"Old man, I don't want to bother with you, but you want to die by yourself!"

Martin's feet were nearly torn apart by the space turbulence. He immediately became furious, changed the Mother Box back to its original form, held it tightly in his hand, and pointed it at Savage's phantom.

woo woo woo...

The mother box shone brightly in Martin's hand, and then bursts of ghostly howlings came out from the ground. Gusts of bloody wind came out from all directions, carrying the resentment that had not yet dissipated on the distant battlefield, and turned into bloody tornadoes. Every gust of wind blowing towards Savage carried a wisp of hatred from the wronged souls.

Not to mention that Savage didn't use his real body to meet Martin, he just created an illusion.

Even if he placed a piece of paper with his name on it in front of Martin, the blood-red tornado that rose on the spot would be able to transmit the hatred of the dead to Savage just through the name, tearing at his soul and body.

If the dead Steppenwolf appeared here, he would definitely shout plagiarism.

Because the trick Martin used was the magic he stole from Steppenwolf.

Steppenwolf possesses the war priesthood of the new gods, able to control wars in all time and space, turning everything on the battlefield into his power.

Martin didn't have divine power now, but he achieved a similar effect through the Mother Box, summoning all the people who died because of Savage on the battlefield far away, and using their last will left in the world to attack the immortal.

"You are such a tough opponent. I thought I was careful enough, but I didn't expect that you could still hurt me."

Savage Phantom's face was twitching, he sensed something was wrong with the bloody wind around him, even though his body was thousands of miles away, he could still feel waves of slight pain.

Even though the physical sensation was only a tingling pain, it was still something that this immortal who had lived for tens of thousands of years had never encountered before.

"It seems that Steppenwolf's tricks are ineffective on you!"

Martin saw Savage's phantom turning around and never disappearing, so he knew that this guy was prepared for Steppenwolf's tricks, so he took the Mother Box back.

(End of this chapter)