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Chapter 764: Hela, Black Lanterns
Having left the God Quarry, the Fates, with no more Divine Power to consume, could only take the risk of attacking various minor pantheons.
Then, the three of them finally bit off more than they could chew, drawing out Hela.
"We have no intention of making an enemy of Asgard! We don't want to! If our lair hadn't been destroyed, we wouldn't be wandering the Multiverse!"
The Fates clashed with Hela, their expressions grim and their faces ashen.
The four figures zipped through the Prime Universe, periodically erupting into fierce confrontations.
As their eyes met, expressions of ruthlessness and greed appeared on the faces of the Fates. Ever since the numerous statues they had spent countless years collecting were destroyed by Tony, they had lost their food source and could only prey on weak demigods.
Attacking Asgard had been their plan all along. The three of them combined possessed Level Seven combat power and were proficient in the magic of fate and prophecy. If they succeeded, they could immediately go into hiding, and no one would ever find them.
But after taking great pains to locate the severely weakened and "barely surviving" Asgard, they chose their moment, attempting to abduct civilians while Thor was away.
Instead, they provoked Hela.
The old woman was already in a foul mood, so when enemies showed up at her doorstep, she naturally pursued them with lethal intent, trying to vent the frustration in her heart.
The Fates retreated with grim faces, feeling the pressure from Hela's formidable combat power.
Just then, a terrifying sense of stillness shook the entire universe. The battle between the four came to an instantaneous halt. A suffocating feeling that trembled the soul and froze life itself left them not daring to breathe.
A wave of despairing darkness washed over them, instantly transforming into a heavy net that snatched the four of them away.
"What is this!!!"
Hela was both shocked and enraged. She flung out a large number of daggers, her Divine Power surging madly, but it was all to no avail.
The Fates broke out in a cold sweat, terror showing on their old, wrinkled faces. They activated their powers of fate and prophecy, but it was like running headfirst into a steel wall; an unknown power forcefully blocked their probing.
"Darkness! Endless darkness!"
"I saw a tranquility more terrifying than death! The zombies are wailing!!"
"I remember now! When Tony destroyed the graveyard, he said one day we would thank him..."
The Fates shrieked, seemingly having disturbed something. Cold, merciless tentacles struck. Silently, the last bit of life force within the three old sisters was drained, and their bodies began to decay rapidly.
To Hela's shock and fury, the flesh and blood of the Fates seemed to be sucked dry, their souls annihilated. Their withered bodies trembled slightly, and with a retch, they opened their mouths and vomited a thick, viscous black blood.
Hela watched with an ashen face, seeing the three who had been fighting her to the death just a second ago become infected by an unknown power and transform into zombies.
"You were too impatient..."
Within the great web of darkness, a tiny figure appeared unimpeded, its gaze profound. His blue body was enveloped in the ever-shifting darkness.
The Scarred Guardian looked at the veil of darkness and subconsciously touched the heavily scarred side of his own face.
After driving away Ganthet and Sayd, he could no longer go back. Though he was still physically among the Guardians, his heart had undergone an awakening when he was assailed by anti-matter energy.
Yes, the Scarred Guardian called his transformation an "awakening."
He had defected to the Black Lantern Corps.
The Scarred Guardian glanced at Hela indifferently, sighed with some disappointment, and slowly opened his mouth, spitting out a... terrifying black ring.
The Black Lantern Ring lay quietly in the center of the Scarred Guardian's palm. He looked down at it, his face filled with obsession, as if admiring a work of art.
"Death is the ultimate destination for everyone..."
The Scarred Guardian whispered, then gently raised his hand. Under Hela's watchful gaze, this unprecedented Black Lantern Ring slowly floated over, submerged itself in the black blood vomited by the Fates, and then began to...
Split!
One became three.
Three identical rings flew silently toward the three sisters, sliding onto their fingers.
"The Fates from the God Quarry, rise!"
A chilling voice emanated from the Black Lantern Rings. The three bodies trembled violently, and the next second, their eyes snapped open.
Their black robes silently rotted away, becoming tattered rags. Their wrinkled skin began to fester and decay, becoming incomplete. In their open eyes, an ultimate darkness stirred as a black light was awakening.
This was the first appearance of the Black Lantern Rings in the current realm, and the birth of the first Black Lanterns.
But once something like this begins, it will never end, because every single Black Lantern has the ability to infinitely replicate Black Lantern Rings. When they open their mouths to vomit black blood, countless rings will fly out with it.
But the time was not yet right.
Nekron had not yet awakened, and the Emotional Spectrum was not yet chaotic enough. It needed the stimulus of a war of light.
As the first to pledge allegiance to Nekron, the Scarred Guardian knew very well what Nekron needed—it wasn't some boring slaughter; massacres were merely a byproduct. Although if Nekron succeeded, the entire multiverse would inevitably be dragged into darkness, and all life forms would peacefully perish in silence.
What Nekron truly wanted was the White Lantern. He wanted the Life Entity to die!
Only the White Lantern was the ultimate goal of Nekron's revival. If the White Lantern did not appear, his revival would be meaningless, let alone dragging the world into darkness.
Destroying the primordial White Light was Nekron's obsession.
"You were too hasty. There was no need to go after Tony so soon. He's not that easy to deal with."
The Scarred Guardian sighed.
He tilted his head as if listening for a moment, but no one knew if he heard anything.
Hela glared at the Scarred Guardian with an ashen face, finally unable to hold back, roaring, "I know you, a Guardian from Oa! What in the world are you doing?! And what is this black ring?!"
Even in the libraries of Asgard, there was not a single record of a Black Lantern Ring.
Hela had watched as the Black Lantern Ring soaked in the blood and multiplied from one into three. Now, the Fates were wearing them and had become terrifying Black Lanterns. They were staring at her with greedy eyes. Those black eyes made Hela, who dealt with the souls of the dead year-round, feel a chill down her spine.
Hela was Yggdrasil's goddess of death, yet she couldn't sense any trace of a soul in the Fates now...
The Scarred Guardian said slowly, "These three want to eat your heart. You can either become one of them or become a servant of Nekron. This is your honor."
Before the Scarred Guardian could finish, a streak of black light shot out and swept Hela away.
As the Scarred Guardian watched, the blackness compressed violently, silencing Hela's piercing screams. Finally, a Power Battery, shimmering with black light, floated quietly in its place.
"You were too impatient..." The Scarred Guardian shook his head, looked at the Power Battery, and finally reached out to pick it up. "Although it's a bit lacking, it'll have to do for now."
After a moment of thought, the Scarred Guardian stroked his cheek and muttered to himself, "I need to find the Dark Elves. Malekith and the others are getting impatient..."
(end of chapter)
Having left the God Quarry, the Fates, with no more Divine Power to consume, could only take the risk of attacking various minor pantheons.
Then, the three of them finally bit off more than they could chew, drawing out Hela.
"We have no intention of making an enemy of Asgard! We don't want to! If our lair hadn't been destroyed, we wouldn't be wandering the Multiverse!"
The Fates clashed with Hela, their expressions grim and their faces ashen.
The four figures zipped through the Prime Universe, periodically erupting into fierce confrontations.
As their eyes met, expressions of ruthlessness and greed appeared on the faces of the Fates. Ever since the numerous statues they had spent countless years collecting were destroyed by Tony, they had lost their food source and could only prey on weak demigods.
Attacking Asgard had been their plan all along. The three of them combined possessed Level Seven combat power and were proficient in the magic of fate and prophecy. If they succeeded, they could immediately go into hiding, and no one would ever find them.
But after taking great pains to locate the severely weakened and "barely surviving" Asgard, they chose their moment, attempting to abduct civilians while Thor was away.
Instead, they provoked Hela.
The old woman was already in a foul mood, so when enemies showed up at her doorstep, she naturally pursued them with lethal intent, trying to vent the frustration in her heart.
The Fates retreated with grim faces, feeling the pressure from Hela's formidable combat power.
Just then, a terrifying sense of stillness shook the entire universe. The battle between the four came to an instantaneous halt. A suffocating feeling that trembled the soul and froze life itself left them not daring to breathe.
A wave of despairing darkness washed over them, instantly transforming into a heavy net that snatched the four of them away.
"What is this!!!"
Hela was both shocked and enraged. She flung out a large number of daggers, her Divine Power surging madly, but it was all to no avail.
The Fates broke out in a cold sweat, terror showing on their old, wrinkled faces. They activated their powers of fate and prophecy, but it was like running headfirst into a steel wall; an unknown power forcefully blocked their probing.
"Darkness! Endless darkness!"
"I saw a tranquility more terrifying than death! The zombies are wailing!!"
"I remember now! When Tony destroyed the graveyard, he said one day we would thank him..."
The Fates shrieked, seemingly having disturbed something. Cold, merciless tentacles struck. Silently, the last bit of life force within the three old sisters was drained, and their bodies began to decay rapidly.
To Hela's shock and fury, the flesh and blood of the Fates seemed to be sucked dry, their souls annihilated. Their withered bodies trembled slightly, and with a retch, they opened their mouths and vomited a thick, viscous black blood.
Hela watched with an ashen face, seeing the three who had been fighting her to the death just a second ago become infected by an unknown power and transform into zombies.
"You were too impatient..."
Within the great web of darkness, a tiny figure appeared unimpeded, its gaze profound. His blue body was enveloped in the ever-shifting darkness.
The Scarred Guardian looked at the veil of darkness and subconsciously touched the heavily scarred side of his own face.
After driving away Ganthet and Sayd, he could no longer go back. Though he was still physically among the Guardians, his heart had undergone an awakening when he was assailed by anti-matter energy.
Yes, the Scarred Guardian called his transformation an "awakening."
He had defected to the Black Lantern Corps.
The Scarred Guardian glanced at Hela indifferently, sighed with some disappointment, and slowly opened his mouth, spitting out a... terrifying black ring.
The Black Lantern Ring lay quietly in the center of the Scarred Guardian's palm. He looked down at it, his face filled with obsession, as if admiring a work of art.
"Death is the ultimate destination for everyone..."
The Scarred Guardian whispered, then gently raised his hand. Under Hela's watchful gaze, this unprecedented Black Lantern Ring slowly floated over, submerged itself in the black blood vomited by the Fates, and then began to...
Split!
One became three.
Three identical rings flew silently toward the three sisters, sliding onto their fingers.
"The Fates from the God Quarry, rise!"
A chilling voice emanated from the Black Lantern Rings. The three bodies trembled violently, and the next second, their eyes snapped open.
Their black robes silently rotted away, becoming tattered rags. Their wrinkled skin began to fester and decay, becoming incomplete. In their open eyes, an ultimate darkness stirred as a black light was awakening.
This was the first appearance of the Black Lantern Rings in the current realm, and the birth of the first Black Lanterns.
But once something like this begins, it will never end, because every single Black Lantern has the ability to infinitely replicate Black Lantern Rings. When they open their mouths to vomit black blood, countless rings will fly out with it.
But the time was not yet right.
Nekron had not yet awakened, and the Emotional Spectrum was not yet chaotic enough. It needed the stimulus of a war of light.
As the first to pledge allegiance to Nekron, the Scarred Guardian knew very well what Nekron needed—it wasn't some boring slaughter; massacres were merely a byproduct. Although if Nekron succeeded, the entire multiverse would inevitably be dragged into darkness, and all life forms would peacefully perish in silence.
What Nekron truly wanted was the White Lantern. He wanted the Life Entity to die!
Only the White Lantern was the ultimate goal of Nekron's revival. If the White Lantern did not appear, his revival would be meaningless, let alone dragging the world into darkness.
Destroying the primordial White Light was Nekron's obsession.
"You were too hasty. There was no need to go after Tony so soon. He's not that easy to deal with."
The Scarred Guardian sighed.
He tilted his head as if listening for a moment, but no one knew if he heard anything.
Hela glared at the Scarred Guardian with an ashen face, finally unable to hold back, roaring, "I know you, a Guardian from Oa! What in the world are you doing?! And what is this black ring?!"
Even in the libraries of Asgard, there was not a single record of a Black Lantern Ring.
Hela had watched as the Black Lantern Ring soaked in the blood and multiplied from one into three. Now, the Fates were wearing them and had become terrifying Black Lanterns. They were staring at her with greedy eyes. Those black eyes made Hela, who dealt with the souls of the dead year-round, feel a chill down her spine.
Hela was Yggdrasil's goddess of death, yet she couldn't sense any trace of a soul in the Fates now...
The Scarred Guardian said slowly, "These three want to eat your heart. You can either become one of them or become a servant of Nekron. This is your honor."
Before the Scarred Guardian could finish, a streak of black light shot out and swept Hela away.
As the Scarred Guardian watched, the blackness compressed violently, silencing Hela's piercing screams. Finally, a Power Battery, shimmering with black light, floated quietly in its place.
"You were too impatient..." The Scarred Guardian shook his head, looked at the Power Battery, and finally reached out to pick it up. "Although it's a bit lacking, it'll have to do for now."
After a moment of thought, the Scarred Guardian stroked his cheek and muttered to himself, "I need to find the Dark Elves. Malekith and the others are getting impatient..."
(end of chapter)
