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"The Netherworld stealing people from me is one thing, but now there's Nekron! And if having Nekron wasn't enough, it's somehow my fault!!!"
How outrageous!
A disgrace!!
Rage was also burning in Death's heart. For someone as naturally irritable as her, the fact that she had endured until now was already astonishing to the other four great gods.
She could clearly feel herself being erased bit by bit by Nekron. The plummeting of her strength and the stripping of her authority were just the beginning. If this continued, Death would sooner or later lose everything. She, this conceptual god, would be completely annihilated, becoming a part of Nekron.
How could Death possibly resign herself to this? Not a chance in hell!
The Netherworld snatched people from Death's hands every so often, and Death could do nothing about it. Although she was also Level Eight, she was ultimately a god of the Multiverse, far from being a match for a top-tier realm like the Netherworld.
Moreover, Death felt bewildered and terrified by the strange place that was the Netherworld. She was truly unwilling to risk annihilation by negotiating with them. In any case, even before she, the God of Death, came into existence, the Netherworld was already busy snatching people from the Multiverse.
But now there was also Nekron, who was erasing her bit by bit, and then The Spectre had unhesitatingly pinned this huge blame right on Death's head...
Death wanted to curse someone...
...
The Spectre watched indifferently as a Black Lantern Power Ring floated before him.
The ring drifted over and then precisely slipped onto The Spectre's finger. The Spectre simply watched with a cold sneer.
"Why bother..." the Phantom Stranger appeared like a wraith. Watching his old friend expertly court death, he couldn't help but sigh.
"This is the ability Nekron is so proud of. I will show him with facts that his power is simply not worth mentioning."
Without looking up, The Spectre said in a cold voice, "No one has the right to control the lives of others at will, not even Nekron. He is Darkness, but that doesn't mean everyone is Darkness."
The Phantom Stranger, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, looked at the man and sighed repeatedly.
This old friend was at it again.
"You went to Hell?" The Spectre frowned and asked.
The Phantom Stranger nodded and said, "I discovered some very interesting things... Oh, it's unrelated to the Blackest Night. Some of the demons in Hell are indeed paying attention to the Multiverse, but the top-tier monsters haven't taken it to heart."
The top-tier monsters in Hell were, naturally, the terrifying group known as The Endless, who had ruled Hell with an iron fist for countless years. Before The Endless, even someone as powerful as Trigon had to humbly bow his head in submission—no matter how much Trigon hated or envied them in his heart, he had to show reverence for the members of The Endless on the surface. This was the way of survival in Hell.
Even the weakest member of The Endless was no worse than Trigon. As for the leader of The Endless, no one knew how strong he was. Many suspected that even a Tier Nine being like the Living Tribunal might not be a match for the leader of The Endless...
The Spectre said nothing, concentrating on the Black Lantern Power Ring slowly sliding onto his finger.
He was very confident, feeling he could suppress the vast majority of gods, but The Endless was absolutely far beyond his limits. The Spectre had no confidence at all in defeating them.
Finally, the Black Lantern Power Ring was on The Spectre's finger.
"Is that it? Nekron, is this the toy you're using to destroy the Multiverse?" The Spectre felt the powerful force of enslavement coming from the Black Lantern Power Ring, a trace of undisguised contempt on his face.
But in the next second, his expression changed.
"Old Bartender from Earth, resurrect!"
The Black Lantern Power Ring suddenly erupted with a black light, instantly copying all of the Old Bartender's memories and emotions from his life. A powerful restraining force rapidly seized control of the corpse.
"Damn it!!"
The Spectre was both shocked and enraged, desperately fighting for control of the body. But unfortunately, the power emanating from a tiny Black Lantern Power Ring actually made things difficult for the mighty Spectre.
The Phantom Stranger watched the Old Bartender's corpse flailing its arms and legs and covered his face.
The powerful Spectre, in a struggle for control over a corpse, was actually unable to suppress a single Black Lantern Power Ring.
"You're using my body. Tony won't let you get away with it," the Old Bartender said, his mouth opening dryly with a strange laugh.
The Spectre snorted coldly and continued to fight desperately with the Black Lantern Power Ring for control of the body, but it was still to no avail.
This body had long since become a battlefield. The Spectre was clashing with a black consciousness. Countless black, blood-vessel-like tendrils were endlessly growing from within the body, directly entangling The Spectre. It seemed this substance could directly attack the soul and consciousness.
The Spectre was like a moth flying into a spider's web; the more he struggled, the deeper he became ensnared.
The Black Lantern Power Ring continuously emitted its black light, entangling The Spectre.
The Spectre resisted for a while, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes. The rage in his chest burned furiously. In the end, he decided to abandon this body and fight in his Spirit of Vengeance form instead.
After all, to The Spectre, a body was just a consumable item. He could choose from countless corpses to serve as a host for the Spirit of Vengeance at any time.
"You can't break free on your own," the Phantom Stranger said with a helpless expression, forced to attack the Black Lantern Power Ring.
A large number of Black Lanterns swarmed over and began to attack the Phantom Stranger, but he was like a non-existent shadow, passing straight through their attacks. He reached out his hand, plunged it directly inside the Old Bartender's body, grabbed The Spectre, and yanked him out forcefully.
The Phantom Stranger possessed a wondrous ability: he could travel freely into any world. Whether it was the Multiverse or a top-tier realm within the Sphere of the Gods, those powerful world barriers couldn't stop him at all.
The Spectre broke free from the corpse, his gaze grim. Now in his form as a green-robed specter, he looked at the Old Bartender with a dark expression.
The supreme being, The Spectre, had been bested by a dime-a-dozen Black Lantern Power Ring. It was utterly laughable.
This forced The Spectre to re-evaluate Nekron's strength.
"We have a problem. This body is now completely under Nekron's control," the Phantom Stranger said slowly. "Let me guess, Tony once instructed you to protect this body at all costs, didn't he? If he weren't unable to beat you, he would have strung you up and hanged you on Cybertron long ago."
With a dark face, The Spectre remained silent. He gave a cold glance at the dispersing Black Lanterns, his gaze lingering on the Old Bartender mixed in with the horde.
"Let's go. I've changed my mind," The Spectre said in a chilling voice. "I'm going to kill Nekron himself and end the Blackest Night at its source!"
"And you're just leaving this body?" the Phantom Stranger asked, pointing.
The Spectre turned around and charged toward Sector 666.
The Phantom Stranger, helpless, could only follow.
Along the way, the Black Lanterns showed no interest in the two of them, because they couldn't sense any aura of life from them.
Meanwhile, on the Death Planet, Tony retreated explosively with a grim expression, silently watching the suddenly frozen Nekron.
(end of chapter)
How outrageous!
A disgrace!!
Rage was also burning in Death's heart. For someone as naturally irritable as her, the fact that she had endured until now was already astonishing to the other four great gods.
She could clearly feel herself being erased bit by bit by Nekron. The plummeting of her strength and the stripping of her authority were just the beginning. If this continued, Death would sooner or later lose everything. She, this conceptual god, would be completely annihilated, becoming a part of Nekron.
How could Death possibly resign herself to this? Not a chance in hell!
The Netherworld snatched people from Death's hands every so often, and Death could do nothing about it. Although she was also Level Eight, she was ultimately a god of the Multiverse, far from being a match for a top-tier realm like the Netherworld.
Moreover, Death felt bewildered and terrified by the strange place that was the Netherworld. She was truly unwilling to risk annihilation by negotiating with them. In any case, even before she, the God of Death, came into existence, the Netherworld was already busy snatching people from the Multiverse.
But now there was also Nekron, who was erasing her bit by bit, and then The Spectre had unhesitatingly pinned this huge blame right on Death's head...
Death wanted to curse someone...
...
The Spectre watched indifferently as a Black Lantern Power Ring floated before him.
The ring drifted over and then precisely slipped onto The Spectre's finger. The Spectre simply watched with a cold sneer.
"Why bother..." the Phantom Stranger appeared like a wraith. Watching his old friend expertly court death, he couldn't help but sigh.
"This is the ability Nekron is so proud of. I will show him with facts that his power is simply not worth mentioning."
Without looking up, The Spectre said in a cold voice, "No one has the right to control the lives of others at will, not even Nekron. He is Darkness, but that doesn't mean everyone is Darkness."
The Phantom Stranger, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, looked at the man and sighed repeatedly.
This old friend was at it again.
"You went to Hell?" The Spectre frowned and asked.
The Phantom Stranger nodded and said, "I discovered some very interesting things... Oh, it's unrelated to the Blackest Night. Some of the demons in Hell are indeed paying attention to the Multiverse, but the top-tier monsters haven't taken it to heart."
The top-tier monsters in Hell were, naturally, the terrifying group known as The Endless, who had ruled Hell with an iron fist for countless years. Before The Endless, even someone as powerful as Trigon had to humbly bow his head in submission—no matter how much Trigon hated or envied them in his heart, he had to show reverence for the members of The Endless on the surface. This was the way of survival in Hell.
Even the weakest member of The Endless was no worse than Trigon. As for the leader of The Endless, no one knew how strong he was. Many suspected that even a Tier Nine being like the Living Tribunal might not be a match for the leader of The Endless...
The Spectre said nothing, concentrating on the Black Lantern Power Ring slowly sliding onto his finger.
He was very confident, feeling he could suppress the vast majority of gods, but The Endless was absolutely far beyond his limits. The Spectre had no confidence at all in defeating them.
Finally, the Black Lantern Power Ring was on The Spectre's finger.
"Is that it? Nekron, is this the toy you're using to destroy the Multiverse?" The Spectre felt the powerful force of enslavement coming from the Black Lantern Power Ring, a trace of undisguised contempt on his face.
But in the next second, his expression changed.
"Old Bartender from Earth, resurrect!"
The Black Lantern Power Ring suddenly erupted with a black light, instantly copying all of the Old Bartender's memories and emotions from his life. A powerful restraining force rapidly seized control of the corpse.
"Damn it!!"
The Spectre was both shocked and enraged, desperately fighting for control of the body. But unfortunately, the power emanating from a tiny Black Lantern Power Ring actually made things difficult for the mighty Spectre.
The Phantom Stranger watched the Old Bartender's corpse flailing its arms and legs and covered his face.
The powerful Spectre, in a struggle for control over a corpse, was actually unable to suppress a single Black Lantern Power Ring.
"You're using my body. Tony won't let you get away with it," the Old Bartender said, his mouth opening dryly with a strange laugh.
The Spectre snorted coldly and continued to fight desperately with the Black Lantern Power Ring for control of the body, but it was still to no avail.
This body had long since become a battlefield. The Spectre was clashing with a black consciousness. Countless black, blood-vessel-like tendrils were endlessly growing from within the body, directly entangling The Spectre. It seemed this substance could directly attack the soul and consciousness.
The Spectre was like a moth flying into a spider's web; the more he struggled, the deeper he became ensnared.
The Black Lantern Power Ring continuously emitted its black light, entangling The Spectre.
The Spectre resisted for a while, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes. The rage in his chest burned furiously. In the end, he decided to abandon this body and fight in his Spirit of Vengeance form instead.
After all, to The Spectre, a body was just a consumable item. He could choose from countless corpses to serve as a host for the Spirit of Vengeance at any time.
"You can't break free on your own," the Phantom Stranger said with a helpless expression, forced to attack the Black Lantern Power Ring.
A large number of Black Lanterns swarmed over and began to attack the Phantom Stranger, but he was like a non-existent shadow, passing straight through their attacks. He reached out his hand, plunged it directly inside the Old Bartender's body, grabbed The Spectre, and yanked him out forcefully.
The Phantom Stranger possessed a wondrous ability: he could travel freely into any world. Whether it was the Multiverse or a top-tier realm within the Sphere of the Gods, those powerful world barriers couldn't stop him at all.
The Spectre broke free from the corpse, his gaze grim. Now in his form as a green-robed specter, he looked at the Old Bartender with a dark expression.
The supreme being, The Spectre, had been bested by a dime-a-dozen Black Lantern Power Ring. It was utterly laughable.
This forced The Spectre to re-evaluate Nekron's strength.
"We have a problem. This body is now completely under Nekron's control," the Phantom Stranger said slowly. "Let me guess, Tony once instructed you to protect this body at all costs, didn't he? If he weren't unable to beat you, he would have strung you up and hanged you on Cybertron long ago."
With a dark face, The Spectre remained silent. He gave a cold glance at the dispersing Black Lanterns, his gaze lingering on the Old Bartender mixed in with the horde.
"Let's go. I've changed my mind," The Spectre said in a chilling voice. "I'm going to kill Nekron himself and end the Blackest Night at its source!"
"And you're just leaving this body?" the Phantom Stranger asked, pointing.
The Spectre turned around and charged toward Sector 666.
The Phantom Stranger, helpless, could only follow.
Along the way, the Black Lanterns showed no interest in the two of them, because they couldn't sense any aura of life from them.
Meanwhile, on the Death Planet, Tony retreated explosively with a grim expression, silently watching the suddenly frozen Nekron.
(end of chapter)
