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Chapter 773: Resurrection (1)
In that instant, a massive shadow spread frantically. From the edges of the surface world, from the unknown regions at the fringe of the universe, it suddenly began to expand like a mad thing. The vast and boundless Emotional Spectrum in the ether also erupted into a great turmoil before this inexplicable shadow.
At this moment, Darkness descended. Everything in the Prime Universe instantly fell into an eternal silence. Light was extinguished, hope was shattered, and despair became the world's dominant theme.
The terrifying shadow spread frantically outward from the Prime Universe. Wherever it touched, all life was enveloped. The rules of death overrode all else. Colossal projections of the Black Lantern Battery began to appear in the centers of countless universes, multiplying like a virus. One by one, universes were assailed by Darkness, falling at an astonishing speed.
At this moment, countless ancient deities raised their heads in horror, innumerable ancient beings awoke from their long slumber, and endless existences from higher dimensions looked upon the Multiverse in shock. The Sphere of the Gods itself erupted with uneasy fluctuations as prying gazes attempted to cross the barrier of the Speed Force Wall and enter the Omni-Sphere World.
Many deities could feel a terrifying aura awakening. A profound silence and eerie tranquility replaced emotions such as Rage, Greed, and Compassion, possessing a quality that transcended all else.
Even Death, one of the Five Great Gods who presided over the final destination of the deceased, had no choice but to retreat, sitting silently in her desolate palace and wordlessly watching the changes in the Prime Universe.
The Five Creator Deities, responsible for maintaining the balance of the Multiverse, all fell silent, looking at each other without a word.
The revenge of Darkness against the Light had finally erupted.
Innumerable beings awoke one after another, quietly awaiting the fate of the Multiverse, their expressions all grim and uncertain.
To be honest, no one wished to see Nekron awaken, much less see him reclaim everything. If Nekron truly defeated the Life Entity, then Darkness and silence would once again become the permanent melody of the Multiverse.
"Many avatars of the One-Above-All are scattered throughout the Multiverse; they should be able to fight Nekron."
"It's useless. Nekron is not the One-Above-All, but he is more terrifying. According to information passed down from ancient times, when the White Light of Creation was locked in a blood war with Nekron, not even the avatars of the One-Above-All dared to interfere, for fear of being caught in the crossfire."
"To put it bluntly, even if the Multiverse returns to Darkness, the One-Above-All's aspects will at most feel heartache; it wouldn't even count as a serious injury. They are more afraid of Nekron reaching into the Sphere of the Gods... No one can kill Nekron, not even the One-Above-All himself. When that time comes, the Sphere of the Gods will never know peace again."
"Those omniscient and omnipotent beings should have the ability to suppress Nekron... Why don't they act?"
"How can they? In a sense, Nekron is an indispensable part of the Multiverse. Even if all the other Lantern entities were to go extinct, Nekron cannot die, and he will not die..."
"Besides, the Multiverse was originally Nekron's territory. If it weren't for the intervention of that White Light back then, the Multiverse would have remained a dark and silent world..."
The numerous deities engaged in discussion, their gazes grave as they felt the changes in the Multiverse. The all-devouring Darkness made their hearts tremble.
There were many ruthless figures within the Sphere of the Gods who would have no problem suppressing Nekron in terms of raw power, but they were wary. Nekron was the ultimate embodiment of death, a pivotal wavelength on the Emotional Spectrum.
While the gods of the Sphere of the Gods observed, the ancient beings within the Multiverse also fell silent, anxiously awaiting the development of the situation.
They had no choice but to pray that the White Light would once again triumph over the Darkness.
Otherwise, all life existing within the Multiverse would be slaughtered by Nekron.
...
The changes in the Prime Universe triggered a chain reaction. Numerous universes began to be shrouded in Darkness, waiting in terror for the judgment of fate.
At this moment, the Scarred Guardian was standing before a Black Power Battery as tall as a mountain.
In his hand, a power ring floated slowly. The three sisters, long since turned into Black Lanterns, followed quietly behind him.
"The time has come. You should go and complete your mission."
The Scarred Guardian opened his palm, and the black lantern power ring slowly drifted into the sky.
With a soft sound, the power ring was swallowed by the veil of Darkness. This was like a signal. Countless waves of Darkness surged forward, carrying the ultimate deathly silence. An aura that would make any life form tremble in fear rose rapidly.
The natural enemy of life, at this moment, slowly opened its hazy, sleeping eyes. The vibrations from the Emotional Spectrum had awakened him.
The black curtain transformed into a wide cape as an incorporeal body continuously coalesced into a tangible form. A tall figure drifted in the night, and within its pair of eyes, specks of light began to shine, eventually fixing upon the Scarred Guardian.
At this moment, no matter where people were or what they were doing, a hair-raising sensation filled their hearts, as if some unknown existence, terrifying enough to be fatal, was quietly observing them.
Their bodies, their souls, their lives, their fate—before this pair of eyes, everything was laid bare, as if all was preordained.
The bone-chilling cold, the dead silence that made the world seem to have lost its voice, became the main theme of the entire universe in an instant.
If one were to observe from within the Blood Realm, they would be shocked to find that the specks of light within the Prime Universe were rapidly extinguishing, followed by the universes surrounding it. One by one they went out, devoured by Darkness, and the phenomenon was spreading rapidly across the Multiverse...
"I need a medium."
Nekron's eyes lit up. His body was withered, like a human without flesh and blood, his skin wrinkled like old tree bark and draped over a skeletal frame. The black scythe in his hand glinted with a cold light.
The current Nekron's body was more illusory; he urgently needed a medium to connect him with reality, to facilitate his true descent into the world of the living.
"Haven't you already chosen your target?" the Scarred Guardian said with a cold expression.
The light in Nekron's eyes flickered. At the same time, on Earth, an ordinary mortal began to tremble violently, letting out a blood-curdling scream.
But soon, the mortal regained his calm. From within his body, the potent power of death began to emanate, growing ever more alarming as black blood spewed from his mouth.
This man, a person who naturally embraced death yet loved hope, was the medium Nekron had chosen.
He was also the leader of the soon-to-rise Black Lantern Corps.
Black Hand William.
The moment William collapsed in agony, the scene was already being monitored by A.R.G.U.S. and transmitted to the distant planet of Cybertron.
Watching the footage, Tony fell silent for a moment before nodding heavily.
(end of chapter)
In that instant, a massive shadow spread frantically. From the edges of the surface world, from the unknown regions at the fringe of the universe, it suddenly began to expand like a mad thing. The vast and boundless Emotional Spectrum in the ether also erupted into a great turmoil before this inexplicable shadow.
At this moment, Darkness descended. Everything in the Prime Universe instantly fell into an eternal silence. Light was extinguished, hope was shattered, and despair became the world's dominant theme.
The terrifying shadow spread frantically outward from the Prime Universe. Wherever it touched, all life was enveloped. The rules of death overrode all else. Colossal projections of the Black Lantern Battery began to appear in the centers of countless universes, multiplying like a virus. One by one, universes were assailed by Darkness, falling at an astonishing speed.
At this moment, countless ancient deities raised their heads in horror, innumerable ancient beings awoke from their long slumber, and endless existences from higher dimensions looked upon the Multiverse in shock. The Sphere of the Gods itself erupted with uneasy fluctuations as prying gazes attempted to cross the barrier of the Speed Force Wall and enter the Omni-Sphere World.
Many deities could feel a terrifying aura awakening. A profound silence and eerie tranquility replaced emotions such as Rage, Greed, and Compassion, possessing a quality that transcended all else.
Even Death, one of the Five Great Gods who presided over the final destination of the deceased, had no choice but to retreat, sitting silently in her desolate palace and wordlessly watching the changes in the Prime Universe.
The Five Creator Deities, responsible for maintaining the balance of the Multiverse, all fell silent, looking at each other without a word.
The revenge of Darkness against the Light had finally erupted.
Innumerable beings awoke one after another, quietly awaiting the fate of the Multiverse, their expressions all grim and uncertain.
To be honest, no one wished to see Nekron awaken, much less see him reclaim everything. If Nekron truly defeated the Life Entity, then Darkness and silence would once again become the permanent melody of the Multiverse.
"Many avatars of the One-Above-All are scattered throughout the Multiverse; they should be able to fight Nekron."
"It's useless. Nekron is not the One-Above-All, but he is more terrifying. According to information passed down from ancient times, when the White Light of Creation was locked in a blood war with Nekron, not even the avatars of the One-Above-All dared to interfere, for fear of being caught in the crossfire."
"To put it bluntly, even if the Multiverse returns to Darkness, the One-Above-All's aspects will at most feel heartache; it wouldn't even count as a serious injury. They are more afraid of Nekron reaching into the Sphere of the Gods... No one can kill Nekron, not even the One-Above-All himself. When that time comes, the Sphere of the Gods will never know peace again."
"Those omniscient and omnipotent beings should have the ability to suppress Nekron... Why don't they act?"
"How can they? In a sense, Nekron is an indispensable part of the Multiverse. Even if all the other Lantern entities were to go extinct, Nekron cannot die, and he will not die..."
"Besides, the Multiverse was originally Nekron's territory. If it weren't for the intervention of that White Light back then, the Multiverse would have remained a dark and silent world..."
The numerous deities engaged in discussion, their gazes grave as they felt the changes in the Multiverse. The all-devouring Darkness made their hearts tremble.
There were many ruthless figures within the Sphere of the Gods who would have no problem suppressing Nekron in terms of raw power, but they were wary. Nekron was the ultimate embodiment of death, a pivotal wavelength on the Emotional Spectrum.
While the gods of the Sphere of the Gods observed, the ancient beings within the Multiverse also fell silent, anxiously awaiting the development of the situation.
They had no choice but to pray that the White Light would once again triumph over the Darkness.
Otherwise, all life existing within the Multiverse would be slaughtered by Nekron.
...
The changes in the Prime Universe triggered a chain reaction. Numerous universes began to be shrouded in Darkness, waiting in terror for the judgment of fate.
At this moment, the Scarred Guardian was standing before a Black Power Battery as tall as a mountain.
In his hand, a power ring floated slowly. The three sisters, long since turned into Black Lanterns, followed quietly behind him.
"The time has come. You should go and complete your mission."
The Scarred Guardian opened his palm, and the black lantern power ring slowly drifted into the sky.
With a soft sound, the power ring was swallowed by the veil of Darkness. This was like a signal. Countless waves of Darkness surged forward, carrying the ultimate deathly silence. An aura that would make any life form tremble in fear rose rapidly.
The natural enemy of life, at this moment, slowly opened its hazy, sleeping eyes. The vibrations from the Emotional Spectrum had awakened him.
The black curtain transformed into a wide cape as an incorporeal body continuously coalesced into a tangible form. A tall figure drifted in the night, and within its pair of eyes, specks of light began to shine, eventually fixing upon the Scarred Guardian.
At this moment, no matter where people were or what they were doing, a hair-raising sensation filled their hearts, as if some unknown existence, terrifying enough to be fatal, was quietly observing them.
Their bodies, their souls, their lives, their fate—before this pair of eyes, everything was laid bare, as if all was preordained.
The bone-chilling cold, the dead silence that made the world seem to have lost its voice, became the main theme of the entire universe in an instant.
If one were to observe from within the Blood Realm, they would be shocked to find that the specks of light within the Prime Universe were rapidly extinguishing, followed by the universes surrounding it. One by one they went out, devoured by Darkness, and the phenomenon was spreading rapidly across the Multiverse...
"I need a medium."
Nekron's eyes lit up. His body was withered, like a human without flesh and blood, his skin wrinkled like old tree bark and draped over a skeletal frame. The black scythe in his hand glinted with a cold light.
The current Nekron's body was more illusory; he urgently needed a medium to connect him with reality, to facilitate his true descent into the world of the living.
"Haven't you already chosen your target?" the Scarred Guardian said with a cold expression.
The light in Nekron's eyes flickered. At the same time, on Earth, an ordinary mortal began to tremble violently, letting out a blood-curdling scream.
But soon, the mortal regained his calm. From within his body, the potent power of death began to emanate, growing ever more alarming as black blood spewed from his mouth.
This man, a person who naturally embraced death yet loved hope, was the medium Nekron had chosen.
He was also the leader of the soon-to-rise Black Lantern Corps.
Black Hand William.
The moment William collapsed in agony, the scene was already being monitored by A.R.G.U.S. and transmitted to the distant planet of Cybertron.
Watching the footage, Tony fell silent for a moment before nodding heavily.
(end of chapter)
