Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 543 Provocation and Rage (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket recommendation!)

"Of course I will stand up and face you directly! Master Martin!"

Luther's voice echoed in the underground passage, becoming softer and softer, but with a power that directly hurt people's ears.

Martin tilted his head slightly, not feeling any physical pain, but rather feeling Luthor's jealousy and hatred. The dark side of the Force unfolded before him, making him feel sick.

"But I will not appear alone, nor will I duel with you!"

Click!

There were continuous sounds of mechanical operation around him. Martin subconsciously turned the Ni Lin sword in his hand. The sword body rotated like an electric fan, and high-energy particles flowed with it, directly cutting off the robot arm that ran out of the wall.

Martin stepped forward with his left foot, but his body floated back several steps, creating some distance between him and the robot that appeared in front of him.

He looked forward. These robots seemed to be mechanical versions of Darth Vader. They were all black, with breathing mask-like heads and two red sensors in the place of their eyes.

They are tall and covered with thick steel plates. Their specially designed hydraulic structures can exert power beyond that of ordinary machines. They hold a blaster in their hands, and perhaps there are more weapons installed on other parts of their bodies.

The robot that first swung its fist at Martin has turned into a one-armed robot. Its arm was cut off at the root by the Ni Lin sword. The broken part was glowing red, and the internal circuits were still hissing and sparking.

"The performance of these robots is average, but there are a lot of them!"

Martin didn't look back, but he knew that there were robots standing behind him, and all of them were squeezed out from the wall.

He had already confirmed that the surrounding walls were all solid and there were no secret passages or exits inside. But these robots still emerged from the walls.

"The Mother Box didn't detect any spatial reaction. Is it some kind of magic?"

Martin thought of the witch who had escaped from him before, but he didn't expect that woman was still hanging out with Luther.

"This is a gathering of talented people in a sense, saving me from having to look for people one by one."

He chuckled softly, disassembled the double-headed sword, combined it into a big sword, held the hilt with both hands, raised the sword to the center line, and aimed it at the robot in front of him.

"The order has been received, start destroying the target!"

All the robots received the order, the red light emitted by the sensors in their eyes became stronger, they raised their arms, pulled the trigger, and then countless beams of light shot out from the muzzles.

Martin took a step forward and stretched out his left hand. The Force pulled the entire area in front of him into a stagnant state, and all the light beams coming from the front stopped in place.

Then he leaped forward, grasped the Ni Lin sword with both hands, spun his body, and rushed forward like a drill, swinging away the light beams and stabbing the sword directly into the abdomen of the one-armed robot.

Although the shells of these robots have all been specially treated to withstand attacks from weapons such as blasters, they are still as fragile as a piece of rice paper under the active high-energy particles on the outside of the sword, and can be pierced through with a single poke.

Martin landed on the ground with both feet, turned his body over, changed the direction of his sword-holding hands, pushed his body upward, and directly cut the upper body of the robot in half with the sword. The molten iron flew everywhere in the direction of the sword.

"The enemy is approaching, switch to close combat mode!"

The robot's sensors predicted Martin's approach, and it took out other parts from its body and installed them together with the blaster in its hand, turning it into a short stick wrapped in an energy field, and rushed directly towards Martin.

After Martin killed the first robot, he did not stop. He raised the Ni Lin sword above his head and chopped it sideways. The sword directly cut off the head of one robot and pierced through the body of the second robot.

boom!
While he was slashing at the robot head-on, he kicked back with his right leg, kicking the first robot he had killed backwards. He was pushed by the Force to block the entire corridor, blocking all the blaster beams coming from behind.

This long corridor is wide enough for three adults to walk side by side, but with these tall robots, only two robots can walk at most.

But Martin was not restricted in any way. Even with a big sword in his hand, he was still able to swing it freely. He stepped forward and cut all the robots in front of him into two pieces or directly beheaded them.

A few minutes later, the wreckage of the robot was all over his feet, and sparks were coming out of the broken wires, and then it went offline.

Even so, these black robots were still constantly sent to Martin, wielding advanced electric batons and engaging in close combat with Martin.

The robots in the Star Wars universe are very special. Although they are artificially made, they have undergone some special binary transformation and have become some special mechanical life forms.

The most typical ones are the talkative B1 combat robot, the R2-D2 astromech robot inherited from the Skywalker family, and the C3po diplomatic protocol robot.

Although they are robots, they all exhibit certain characteristics of intelligent life and can even create a unique language using binary code.

But the combat robots facing Martin were quite slow, acting entirely according to pre-programmed programs, with no flexibility at all.

As for the fighting techniques they used, in Martin's eyes they were like a child waving a stick. He only needed to take a few glances to find the flaws of these robots and use one fatal move to destroy their ability to move.

boom!
When Martin chopped off the head of the 100th robot, he finally realized that something was wrong. The number of robots was not the most important thing. The key was that the corridor under his feet seemed endless.

He was sure that he had walked forward at least a thousand meters, but the surrounding corridors did not change at all, as if he had been standing still.

Thinking of this, he turned the sword, leaving marks on the ground on both sides, then he freed his left hand and grabbed upwards. The earth and rocks rose from the ground, and under the influence of the Force, they turned into two walls that directly reached the roof, blocking the robots outside at that time.

"Gideon!"

Martin called out to the AI that had been keeping an eye on him, but heard no response.

"It seems that I fell into Luther's trap from the beginning. This tunnel is enchanted and keeps looping. If I keep fighting the robots, I will never find the exit even if I die of exhaustion."

He raised the lightsaber and stabbed it directly into the existing wall of the corridor, instantly creating a big hole, but there was nothing special inside, just bricks and wood.

"If you want to break the magic, you need to know what the other party did with this passage. But I don't have time for that now."

Martin frowned and didn't look for problems with the tunnel itself.

He simply took out the mother box, pressed his five fingers on the box and exerted force, and the smooth mirror surface split into cubes, causing the surrounding space to twist and change like a Rubik's Cube.

No matter what the witch did to this corridor, under the power of the Mother Box, the space itself began to change, and the things carried by the space were also distorted.

The ferocious dark robots, the invisible magic, or the corridor itself, were all distorted, like misplaced puzzle pieces, turning into a twisted thing.

A few minutes later, Martin put away the Mother Box. The robots around him were all monsters with dislocated limbs. The internal circuits collapsed directly, and all of them were scrapped.

These things were lying all over the ground. If you didn't look closely, you would think this place was a mass grave with corpses lying on the ground.

Martin walked over the corpse at his feet and saw that the corridor that had no end originally now had an exit. Although this corridor had been twisted into a strange passage similar to diamond-shaped building blocks under the effect of the mother box, it could not stop him from moving forward.

“I’ve tried my best!”

The moment the magic failed, the witch spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell limply to her knees on the ground, barely able to stand up.

"I really didn't expect that he would be able to escape from my magic in this way."

The witch's voice was very soft, and her magic was forcibly torn apart, causing her considerable damage.

This is the shortcoming of this kind of ritual magic. The magic itself is linked to the caster. Once the magic fails, the caster will inevitably suffer the same amount of damage.

The witch had been seriously injured by Martin once before and had not recovered from her injuries. If Martin destroyed her magic again, it would be like adding insult to injury.

It was a miracle that he didn't die instantly.

"Thanks a lot!"

Luther stood up from the sofa. His eyes turned golden, his body became much taller, and he held a sword hilt in his hand.

"From now on, leave everything here to me, you can leave now!" "Are you sure you want to do this?"

The witch was surprised. She wanted to stand up, but as soon as she stood up, she felt unbearable pain all over her body and fell down again.

"We still have a lot of cards left to play. The outcome is still unknown. We can't let Martin get too rampant."

"I understand your reluctance, but we have to face reality."

Luthor experienced the taste of the dark side and said to the only reliable person around him: "But the reality is that Master Martin is not only an excellent lightsaber duelist, but also a master of the Force. He can mobilize the power of the Justice League at any time, but he came to Washington alone, which does not mean that he wants to reduce his influence."

"On the contrary, he is tired of playing this kind of game with the White House and Congress, and wants to use this method to show his attitude."

"We have become Savage's first victim. The Justice League is going to declare war on Savage. So they have to kill those of us who are working for Savage first."

Surprised?
Luthor had long thought that this day would come. From the day he joined Savage's team, he knew that this would most likely be his ending.

Although he had been accumulating his own strength, the power of the Justice League and Savage expanded too quickly, and his intelligence and talent had no time to be transformed into real power, and he was about to be crushed by the two forces.

"Martin has crossed the corridor and will be here soon. This is what we have to deal with, not you. Take my last bit of hard work and leave now!"

Luther waved his hand, and the cabinet beside him moved away, revealing a secret passage, urging the witch to leave as soon as possible.

The witch looked at Luther deeply, forced herself to get up from the ground, and then staggered towards the secret passage.

When the witch's figure disappeared in the passage, Luther clenched his palms into fists, and the violent force directly destroyed the passage that led to nowhere, and the falling earth and rocks completely blocked the entrance.

Having done this, Luther left his room.

……

After Martin walked out of the corridor, he entered a place similar to Shameless, where props for entertainment were placed everywhere, including expensive liquors, high-end tuning tools, and a series of other expensive things.

"I thought this place would be filled with some kind of opera or something retro, but I didn't expect to walk into a disco dance floor."

He stopped and carefully observed everything in this underground club. He smiled and said, "It seems that these nobles are not as 'elegant' as they say! They are quite extravagant in private!"

The so-called cultural community, that is, the postmodern cultural carnival, often degenerates into the unrestrained physical enjoyment of the pre-modern period.

This is also why capitalists now like to engage in various cultural investments. A big reason is that the pleasure mechanism of this thing is simpler and cruder, and it is easy to control people. At the same time, the person who controls this mechanism does not need to invest too many resources.

Things like classical opera or literature and art, even for aristocrats who have the advantage of pleasure, if they want to build their own uniqueness with these things, they have to go through years of study.

But the simpler and more brutal postmodern trend does not require so many thresholds and requirements, let alone years of training. If you want to master this power, there is only one requirement - money!

As long as you have money, you can hire a large number of people who have received simple training to generate all kinds of cultural garbage on the Internet, and through bombardment, forcibly change a person's pleasure mechanism.

After all, becoming a capable person requires constant learning and training, but being happy is much easier.

In the 21st century, there are many things in human society that can make a person feel cheap happiness.

"Luther, can you still hear me?"

Martin was sure that there was no special mechanism hidden in the dance floor, but he did not go in. He just stood at the door and shouted inside.

"It's so nice to meet you, Master Martin!"

Luther walked out of the room. He was dressed in black, and there was a low pressure around his body, which made his big bald head no longer noticeable.

"I really hate you guys in the Justice League! You took everything from me and made us into what we are now."

"Yes, you have a greater talent for penetrating the dark side of the Force than that Knight of Ren, and you know when to indulge your emotions."

Martin praised Luther, saying that his talent in the dark side of the Force was indeed outstanding.

Considering that in the original timeline, after the Black Death Emperor appeared, the Desire Python, which symbolizes jealousy, directly regarded him as its agent, it was not a special thing for him to show such talent in the dark side of the Force.

"But the fact that you have fallen to this point is entirely your own fault. It has nothing to do with Clark and the Justice League. Clark used to fight crime as Superman, but he never interfered with the normal economic activities of large companies in Metropolis."

"It was you who was like a man with a disease, pestering Clark and forcing us to fight back. Now that you are in such a situation, instead of reflecting on your own mistakes, you put the blame on us. This is really ungraceful of you."

Martin wasn't surprised Luther said this.

"What qualifications do you have to criticize me? Heroes like you claim to be righteous, but in the end, aren't you still playing this game with us?"

Luther reacted strongly to Martin's comments and angrily refuted his words immediately.

Martin shook his head helplessly.

If a person has obsessive-compulsive symptoms in their mental structure, when they encounter something that they cannot control, they will keep repeating their advantages and try to take back the initiative.

In most timelines, Luther has an unhappy family, either his parents are bastards or he has no parents...

In order to maintain his understanding of the world, Luther chose to use his intelligence to control the operation of the world around him so that the entire world would always remain in a state he considered ideal.

However, this effort to maintain a so-called perfect state is doomed to failure.

People have their own independence, and if given a choice, they will not live according to the will of others.

Luthor is a genius. He created the Luthor Group to use economics and technology to control other people's lives.

Everything was going perfectly until Superman showed up.

Just like Luthor's current state, he never hated Superman, but was jealous of him.

Superman's life is exactly what Luthor has always dreamed of.

Clark never asked others to live according to his wishes, but just kept doing his own things, but so many people spontaneously followed Superman's footsteps to live.

As for Luther, he worked hard and did so many things, but once the people around him learned the truth, they would leave him without hesitation.

If an ordinary person faces a superman, he will naturally reflect on whether there is anything wrong with his behavior, and then correct his own action strategy or simply lie down.

Luthor is a man with obsessive compulsive disorder who doesn't think he has done anything wrong. Instead, he thinks Superman is the same kind of person as him, and everything Superman does is just a facade to control other people.

So, he launched a crazy attack on Superman, trying every means to turn Superman into a person like him.

Only in this way can Luther's world be restored to its original state and he can feel at ease.

"In your eyes, we are always just you."

Martin knew that the most effective way to deal with Luther's obsessive-compulsive disorder was to destroy his pride directly.

"If you think I am the same as you, you are totally wrong. You are nothing in my eyes. If you dare to draw your sword, I will crush you under my feet in three moves and dig out all the secrets in your mind."

Luther's body was shaking, and his anger made it difficult for him to control himself.

Although his mind told him that Martin said this just to provoke him, he still made a decision immediately.

(End of this chapter)