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Chapter 765: Spectrum War (1)
Tony paid no mind to Hela's capture by Nekron. Such a trivial matter wasn't worth wasting his thoughts on.
Although the Central Power Battery was important, it wasn't crucial enough to affect Nekron's revival. At most, it was merely a vessel.
Having returned to Cybertron, Tony, after a long period of contemplation, finally issued the order for full mobilization.
This was a war mobilization order far more stringent than the one for the Annihilation Wave. Cybertron had to give it its all; if they couldn't survive this, everything would be finished.
If past disasters could be avoided, or at worst, Tony could lead Cybertron into exile in other universes, this time, that wasn't an option.
The Spectrum War was a small matter, but once the Blackest Night arrived, it would be a cataclysm of darkness sweeping across the Multiverse. If Nekron wasn't defeated, the entire Multiverse would be doomed, with no chance of escape.
Although a large number of alarmed and uncertain residents were confused, they still complied with the High Council's orders and began to prepare silently.
Cybertron's unprecedented war mobilization also plunged the people on the neighboring Warworld into great unease. This satellite was home to life forms from numerous galaxies in the Prime Universe, and everyone was watching the main planet's actions. The interstellar warships stretching across the starry sky and the figures emanating terrifying auras were enough to make them tremble.
"What in the world is happening..."
"Last time, during the war against the Annihilation Wave, Cybertron never issued such a tense mobilization order."
"For Cybertron, a planet teeming with powerhouses, to be this cautious... our universe is in big trouble."
"But where is the enemy?"
People guessed with alarm and uncertainty, their hearts filled with unease. Some even thought Tony had gone mad and wanted to launch a war to unify the Prime Universe.
But those who truly understood scoffed at the idea. A tiny Prime Universe like this held no value for conquest.
The entire steel planet fell into a great silence. Powerful war fortresses were constructed one after another, and countless formidable weapons were distributed to everyone in batches.
Tony stood quietly in space, gazing down at the planet below.
Optimus Prime rushed back, travel-worn, and reported in a deep voice, "The Blue Lantern Corps has agreed to cooperate with us."
"What about the Blue Lantern Rings?"
"...They didn't give them to me."
Tony nodded, looking down at the planet he had built with his own hands.
On its surface, hundreds of millions of residents were living their lives, building the prosperity of the Cybertronian Civilization from the ground up. From here, Tony could see every single face and feel their joys and sorrows...
After a long while, Tony said lightly, "The members of the Blue Lantern Corps don't trust me that much. But we still have time, so there's no need to take the rings by force... Optimus Prime, you will be in charge of commanding all the legions and await my orders. We cannot afford to waste too much of our strength on the Spectrum War."
Optimus Prime nodded and asked, "Then for the Spectrum War, shall Starscream and I act alone?"
"There's no need to act alone. If necessary, you can deploy our main forces to make the Emotional Spectrum even more chaotic. But remember not to get too involved. The Spectrum War is just a front."
Tony gave a few more instructions and vanished on the spot.
Optimus Prime remained silent in space for a long while before swiftly descending back to Cybertron, where he officially began to coordinate the Lantern Corps.
Red Lantern Hulk was summoned to begin forging the Red Central Power Battery to mass-produce Red Lantern Rings. These were to be distributed to those interested in the Red Lanterns, but the selection process for members of the Red Lantern Corps was the most stringent of all.
The Red Lantern of Rage and the Blue Lantern of Compassion are the two most dangerous among the seven common types of Lantern Rings.
A Blue Lantern will frantically brainwash its wielder; even after removing the ring, they become a puppet of compassion who has lost their own will. As for a Red Lantern, the moment it is worn, it binds itself to the wielder's heart. Removing the Red Lantern Ring means tearing out one's heart.
While it's possible to leave other corps, once one chooses the Blue or Red Lanterns, the price for getting out in one piece is to "die once"—whether spiritually or physically.
As all of Cybertron began to mobilize for war, the entire universe grew vigilant. The news also reached Oa, but they were powerless to interfere with Cybertron's affairs. The five Guardians were filled with extreme hatred, yet they had no choice but to focus on the matters at hand.
"If there was originally a chance to stop the Blackest Night, with Cybertron acting like this, it's all over!"
"Tony is the Prime Universe's greatest villain and executioner!"
"Even if we kill all the other Lantern Ring wielders, we are no match for Cybertron. Tony will have his subordinates form one corps after another and trigger the Spectrum War!"
"That guy is the epitome of ignorance!"
The group of Guardians conversed in low voices, unhesitatingly shifting the blame as they always had for the past ten billion years—pinning the disastrous consequences of their own foolish actions on others to maintain their own sense of justice and their reputation.
According to their plan, they would cooperate with Sinestro to kill the other Lantern Ring wielders, reducing the number of Lantern Ring types as much as possible. Finally, they would turn on Sinestro and kill him, ensuring that the Prime Universe would forever have only the Green Lantern Corps.
Without the seven common types of Lantern Rings, the Spectrum War would never erupt, and the Blackest Night recorded in the Book of Prophecy would remain an eternal joke.
In reality, apart from Ganthet, Sayd, and the Scarred Guardian who had long since secretly pledged allegiance to Nekron, the other Guardians had always treated the Blackest Night as a joke. They didn't believe a being like a Black Lantern could exist in the world.
Even if it wasn't for the sake of stopping the Blackest Night, the Guardians would do whatever it took to destroy the other Lantern Corps just to protect their own prestige and status. That was just the kind of people they were.
Sinestro stood with his arms crossed, his gaze casually sweeping over the whispering Guardians, a mocking expression unconcealed on his face.
"If you're afraid, I'd be more than happy to make a trip to Cybertron for you and have a little chat with Optimus Prime."
Sinestro said sarcastically.
"We have more important matters to resolve. Cybertron is also a target we must eliminate, but their affairs can be set aside for now," the Scarred Guardian said coldly.
Sinestro slowly reined in his mockery, looking at the Scarred Guardian with astonishment, seemingly lost in thought.
He didn't think the Scarred Guardian was an idiot—although the Guardians frequently made foolish, muddle-headed moves, being rash was a different concept from being an idiot.
To declare war on a Singular God... unless one had the backing of a power even greater than a Singular God.
"This is getting more and more interesting..."
Sinestro lowered his head, a twisted smile forming on his face.
Casually turning his head, he saw Laira still glaring at him with hatred, looking like she was itching to make a move.
"You can't kill me. And even if you did, you would be expelled from the Green Lantern Corps."
Sinestro remarked casually, further stoking the rage and hatred in Laira's heart.
(end of chapter)
Tony paid no mind to Hela's capture by Nekron. Such a trivial matter wasn't worth wasting his thoughts on.
Although the Central Power Battery was important, it wasn't crucial enough to affect Nekron's revival. At most, it was merely a vessel.
Having returned to Cybertron, Tony, after a long period of contemplation, finally issued the order for full mobilization.
This was a war mobilization order far more stringent than the one for the Annihilation Wave. Cybertron had to give it its all; if they couldn't survive this, everything would be finished.
If past disasters could be avoided, or at worst, Tony could lead Cybertron into exile in other universes, this time, that wasn't an option.
The Spectrum War was a small matter, but once the Blackest Night arrived, it would be a cataclysm of darkness sweeping across the Multiverse. If Nekron wasn't defeated, the entire Multiverse would be doomed, with no chance of escape.
Although a large number of alarmed and uncertain residents were confused, they still complied with the High Council's orders and began to prepare silently.
Cybertron's unprecedented war mobilization also plunged the people on the neighboring Warworld into great unease. This satellite was home to life forms from numerous galaxies in the Prime Universe, and everyone was watching the main planet's actions. The interstellar warships stretching across the starry sky and the figures emanating terrifying auras were enough to make them tremble.
"What in the world is happening..."
"Last time, during the war against the Annihilation Wave, Cybertron never issued such a tense mobilization order."
"For Cybertron, a planet teeming with powerhouses, to be this cautious... our universe is in big trouble."
"But where is the enemy?"
People guessed with alarm and uncertainty, their hearts filled with unease. Some even thought Tony had gone mad and wanted to launch a war to unify the Prime Universe.
But those who truly understood scoffed at the idea. A tiny Prime Universe like this held no value for conquest.
The entire steel planet fell into a great silence. Powerful war fortresses were constructed one after another, and countless formidable weapons were distributed to everyone in batches.
Tony stood quietly in space, gazing down at the planet below.
Optimus Prime rushed back, travel-worn, and reported in a deep voice, "The Blue Lantern Corps has agreed to cooperate with us."
"What about the Blue Lantern Rings?"
"...They didn't give them to me."
Tony nodded, looking down at the planet he had built with his own hands.
On its surface, hundreds of millions of residents were living their lives, building the prosperity of the Cybertronian Civilization from the ground up. From here, Tony could see every single face and feel their joys and sorrows...
After a long while, Tony said lightly, "The members of the Blue Lantern Corps don't trust me that much. But we still have time, so there's no need to take the rings by force... Optimus Prime, you will be in charge of commanding all the legions and await my orders. We cannot afford to waste too much of our strength on the Spectrum War."
Optimus Prime nodded and asked, "Then for the Spectrum War, shall Starscream and I act alone?"
"There's no need to act alone. If necessary, you can deploy our main forces to make the Emotional Spectrum even more chaotic. But remember not to get too involved. The Spectrum War is just a front."
Tony gave a few more instructions and vanished on the spot.
Optimus Prime remained silent in space for a long while before swiftly descending back to Cybertron, where he officially began to coordinate the Lantern Corps.
Red Lantern Hulk was summoned to begin forging the Red Central Power Battery to mass-produce Red Lantern Rings. These were to be distributed to those interested in the Red Lanterns, but the selection process for members of the Red Lantern Corps was the most stringent of all.
The Red Lantern of Rage and the Blue Lantern of Compassion are the two most dangerous among the seven common types of Lantern Rings.
A Blue Lantern will frantically brainwash its wielder; even after removing the ring, they become a puppet of compassion who has lost their own will. As for a Red Lantern, the moment it is worn, it binds itself to the wielder's heart. Removing the Red Lantern Ring means tearing out one's heart.
While it's possible to leave other corps, once one chooses the Blue or Red Lanterns, the price for getting out in one piece is to "die once"—whether spiritually or physically.
As all of Cybertron began to mobilize for war, the entire universe grew vigilant. The news also reached Oa, but they were powerless to interfere with Cybertron's affairs. The five Guardians were filled with extreme hatred, yet they had no choice but to focus on the matters at hand.
"If there was originally a chance to stop the Blackest Night, with Cybertron acting like this, it's all over!"
"Tony is the Prime Universe's greatest villain and executioner!"
"Even if we kill all the other Lantern Ring wielders, we are no match for Cybertron. Tony will have his subordinates form one corps after another and trigger the Spectrum War!"
"That guy is the epitome of ignorance!"
The group of Guardians conversed in low voices, unhesitatingly shifting the blame as they always had for the past ten billion years—pinning the disastrous consequences of their own foolish actions on others to maintain their own sense of justice and their reputation.
According to their plan, they would cooperate with Sinestro to kill the other Lantern Ring wielders, reducing the number of Lantern Ring types as much as possible. Finally, they would turn on Sinestro and kill him, ensuring that the Prime Universe would forever have only the Green Lantern Corps.
Without the seven common types of Lantern Rings, the Spectrum War would never erupt, and the Blackest Night recorded in the Book of Prophecy would remain an eternal joke.
In reality, apart from Ganthet, Sayd, and the Scarred Guardian who had long since secretly pledged allegiance to Nekron, the other Guardians had always treated the Blackest Night as a joke. They didn't believe a being like a Black Lantern could exist in the world.
Even if it wasn't for the sake of stopping the Blackest Night, the Guardians would do whatever it took to destroy the other Lantern Corps just to protect their own prestige and status. That was just the kind of people they were.
Sinestro stood with his arms crossed, his gaze casually sweeping over the whispering Guardians, a mocking expression unconcealed on his face.
"If you're afraid, I'd be more than happy to make a trip to Cybertron for you and have a little chat with Optimus Prime."
Sinestro said sarcastically.
"We have more important matters to resolve. Cybertron is also a target we must eliminate, but their affairs can be set aside for now," the Scarred Guardian said coldly.
Sinestro slowly reined in his mockery, looking at the Scarred Guardian with astonishment, seemingly lost in thought.
He didn't think the Scarred Guardian was an idiot—although the Guardians frequently made foolish, muddle-headed moves, being rash was a different concept from being an idiot.
To declare war on a Singular God... unless one had the backing of a power even greater than a Singular God.
"This is getting more and more interesting..."
Sinestro lowered his head, a twisted smile forming on his face.
Casually turning his head, he saw Laira still glaring at him with hatred, looking like she was itching to make a move.
"You can't kill me. And even if you did, you would be expelled from the Green Lantern Corps."
Sinestro remarked casually, further stoking the rage and hatred in Laira's heart.
(end of chapter)
