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Chapter 793: Encroachment
The Spectre descended with overwhelming rage.
The greater his anger, the more powerful The Spectre became. Now that he had discarded his host and was acting in the form of the Spirit of Vengeance, the power of Judgment would be even more effective.
This made The Spectre extremely confident.
Nekron finally stopped and slowly turned his head, his gaze dark as if he had just noticed The Spectre.
"Your aura... I have absorbed it before..."
Nekron said in a deep voice, "Thanks to you, I was able to complete my recharge so quickly."
Not long ago, while he was locked in a fierce battle with Tony, he was suddenly filled with a powerful energy source, his energy index instantly skyrocketing to 100%, granting him the ability to move freely.
That was precisely when The Spectre had abandoned the Old Bartender's body. The Old Bartender's remains had been used by The Spectre for a long time as an undead host and were stained with The Spectre's aura. The moment they were discarded, The Spectre's legacy was fully received by Nekron.
"As a reward, I grant you Death." Nekron brandished his scythe, generously bestowing his gift.
That's right. To Nekron, Death, tranquility, and peace, devoid of conflict and blood, were the greatest gifts for all.
The Spectre roared, his entire body glowing with a white brilliance that carried a faint roar, transforming into a bright lightning bolt that shot toward Nekron. That light of Judgment, carrying a supreme aura, was the culmination of The Spectre's long years of accumulation and the strongest power he had obtained after separating from God.
No one could escape the supreme Judgment. The Spectre firmly believed this.
But Nekron didn't even move. He just stood there quietly, as serene as the veil of darkness behind him. The blinding white light pierced through the air and slammed fiercely into Nekron's body.
A deafening roar erupted as the white light exploded violently, spreading out in all directions. It was a power that made sin retreat in fear, possessing an extremely high level of authority.
Those burdened by sin would be powerless to resist.
"Countless living beings await your demise."
The Spectre, with his arms crossed, floated in the air, looking down coldly at Nekron, who was at the center of the power of Judgment.
He was certain that Nekron was finished.
The white light gradually receded and slowly dissipated. The Spectre's expression suddenly stiffened, his icy eyes widening slightly.
Nekron was still standing quietly in the same spot.
The power of Judgment continuously fed information back to The Spectre, which made him even more furious.
"You have no soul, so you cannot be judged?!"
The rage in his chest almost materialized as The Spectre roared, the large green cape behind him billowing high.
Just now, when he, who wielded the power of judgment, tried to judge Nekron, he had found absolutely nothing, merely wandering through Nekron's empty shell.
"Get lost, Joker."
Nekron muttered, not even bothering to use his scythe. He stretched out his other hand and blasted a devouring black light at The Spectre.
In an instant, The Spectre was struck by the darkness and vanished on the spot. His entire spirit body was flung into outer space, crashing toward a much more distant direction.
At that moment, the many gods who were silently watching the battle in the Prime Universe watched with strange expressions as The Spectre was cast aside like a ragdoll abandoned by its master, thrown out of the Prime Universe at astonishing speed, and slammed violently into the Blood Realm.
"Excellent, The Spectre was outplayed again. An instant kill this time."
"I'm suddenly getting the feeling that he's very strong, but his brain doesn't work so well."
"But if even The Spectre can't restrain Nekron, then who can? What will we do when the Blackest Night completely envelops the Multiverse?"
"Worst comes to worst, we can just flee to the Sphere of the Gods..."
"Wait quietly. Don't you see that the clones of those Singular Gods haven't made a move? Besides, that New God is still in the Prime Universe. Just watch quietly."
...
The Spectre being taken out in an instant would have been big news at any other time, but right now, no one had the mind to care about the rag-like Spectre.
Unable to harm Nekron, The Spectre was the most useless person in the Blackest Night. At this moment, countless old beings watching the situation's development showed clear expressions of disdain and contempt.
The Spectre... didn't seem as strong as they'd imagined.
But compared to The Spectre, they were more concerned about who could possibly stop Nekron!
This Major Event was different from all the past ones. In the past, even if someone destroyed the Multiverse, it would still slowly reboot after a very, very long time, and these gods with infinite lifespans would be unaffected.
But if Nekron were to purge the Multiverse, it was hard to say whether he would tolerate gods like them in this world of darkness. His next step might be to raise his slaughtering blade and bathe the Multiversal Gods and the clones of the Singular Gods within the Multiverse in blood.
Many tried to see through to Earth, but they failed. All they could see was the Solar System shrouded in a veil of darkness; they could see neither Nekron nor Tony.
Many felt that Tony was a guy who could really stir things up. His past battle record was extremely fierce, and he had even created a Ragnarök during his ascension battle, slaughtering over two thousand gods. As long as Tony didn't suffer a setback, there might still be hope to turn the tables.
What they didn't know was that Tony's condition was also extremely dire. He was wearing a Black Lantern Ring and was engaged in a fierce psychic battle with Nekron.
Or rather, Tony was desperately resisting the encroachment of Nekron's will of the void upon his own Singular God willpower.
Nekron had no soul. All concepts of death, darkness, and stillness were considered Nekron's will. The Black Lantern Ring on Tony's finger was emitting waves of black light, drawing Nekron's most direct gaze upon him.
The black light directly invaded Tony's shattered divinity. The power of resurrection was surging forth. This black light transformed into countless fine threads, linking together his constantly collapsing divinity. Like the fine threads that still connect a snapped lotus root, they delayed Tony's demise.
As a price, Tony needed to struggle to keep himself from being assimilated by the Black Lantern Ring, to avoid becoming a Black Lantern.
A Singular God Black Lantern... Tony would be utterly disgraced in the Sphere of the Gods.
Tony walked unhurriedly across Earth. Countless Black Lanterns moved past him, ignoring him completely. The black light emanating from Tony's body made the other Black Lanterns think he was one of them.
"If you want to pry into the mysteries of a Singular God's life, you will have to pay the price."
Tony suddenly chuckled in a low voice. He could clearly feel Nekron's indifferent gaze constantly watching him, trying to probe deeper, to observe his divinity.
Wearing the Black Lantern Ring, which allowed him to evade death and transformation into a Black Lantern, would expose him to Nekron, but it did indeed extend his life. Although it meant risking the most direct contact with Nekron, it was all worth it.
He was gambling. Gambling that the Black Lantern Ring couldn't erode his willpower in a short amount of time, gambling that he could hold on for longer, and gambling that his clone would succeed.
(end of chapter)
The Spectre descended with overwhelming rage.
The greater his anger, the more powerful The Spectre became. Now that he had discarded his host and was acting in the form of the Spirit of Vengeance, the power of Judgment would be even more effective.
This made The Spectre extremely confident.
Nekron finally stopped and slowly turned his head, his gaze dark as if he had just noticed The Spectre.
"Your aura... I have absorbed it before..."
Nekron said in a deep voice, "Thanks to you, I was able to complete my recharge so quickly."
Not long ago, while he was locked in a fierce battle with Tony, he was suddenly filled with a powerful energy source, his energy index instantly skyrocketing to 100%, granting him the ability to move freely.
That was precisely when The Spectre had abandoned the Old Bartender's body. The Old Bartender's remains had been used by The Spectre for a long time as an undead host and were stained with The Spectre's aura. The moment they were discarded, The Spectre's legacy was fully received by Nekron.
"As a reward, I grant you Death." Nekron brandished his scythe, generously bestowing his gift.
That's right. To Nekron, Death, tranquility, and peace, devoid of conflict and blood, were the greatest gifts for all.
The Spectre roared, his entire body glowing with a white brilliance that carried a faint roar, transforming into a bright lightning bolt that shot toward Nekron. That light of Judgment, carrying a supreme aura, was the culmination of The Spectre's long years of accumulation and the strongest power he had obtained after separating from God.
No one could escape the supreme Judgment. The Spectre firmly believed this.
But Nekron didn't even move. He just stood there quietly, as serene as the veil of darkness behind him. The blinding white light pierced through the air and slammed fiercely into Nekron's body.
A deafening roar erupted as the white light exploded violently, spreading out in all directions. It was a power that made sin retreat in fear, possessing an extremely high level of authority.
Those burdened by sin would be powerless to resist.
"Countless living beings await your demise."
The Spectre, with his arms crossed, floated in the air, looking down coldly at Nekron, who was at the center of the power of Judgment.
He was certain that Nekron was finished.
The white light gradually receded and slowly dissipated. The Spectre's expression suddenly stiffened, his icy eyes widening slightly.
Nekron was still standing quietly in the same spot.
The power of Judgment continuously fed information back to The Spectre, which made him even more furious.
"You have no soul, so you cannot be judged?!"
The rage in his chest almost materialized as The Spectre roared, the large green cape behind him billowing high.
Just now, when he, who wielded the power of judgment, tried to judge Nekron, he had found absolutely nothing, merely wandering through Nekron's empty shell.
"Get lost, Joker."
Nekron muttered, not even bothering to use his scythe. He stretched out his other hand and blasted a devouring black light at The Spectre.
In an instant, The Spectre was struck by the darkness and vanished on the spot. His entire spirit body was flung into outer space, crashing toward a much more distant direction.
At that moment, the many gods who were silently watching the battle in the Prime Universe watched with strange expressions as The Spectre was cast aside like a ragdoll abandoned by its master, thrown out of the Prime Universe at astonishing speed, and slammed violently into the Blood Realm.
"Excellent, The Spectre was outplayed again. An instant kill this time."
"I'm suddenly getting the feeling that he's very strong, but his brain doesn't work so well."
"But if even The Spectre can't restrain Nekron, then who can? What will we do when the Blackest Night completely envelops the Multiverse?"
"Worst comes to worst, we can just flee to the Sphere of the Gods..."
"Wait quietly. Don't you see that the clones of those Singular Gods haven't made a move? Besides, that New God is still in the Prime Universe. Just watch quietly."
...
The Spectre being taken out in an instant would have been big news at any other time, but right now, no one had the mind to care about the rag-like Spectre.
Unable to harm Nekron, The Spectre was the most useless person in the Blackest Night. At this moment, countless old beings watching the situation's development showed clear expressions of disdain and contempt.
The Spectre... didn't seem as strong as they'd imagined.
But compared to The Spectre, they were more concerned about who could possibly stop Nekron!
This Major Event was different from all the past ones. In the past, even if someone destroyed the Multiverse, it would still slowly reboot after a very, very long time, and these gods with infinite lifespans would be unaffected.
But if Nekron were to purge the Multiverse, it was hard to say whether he would tolerate gods like them in this world of darkness. His next step might be to raise his slaughtering blade and bathe the Multiversal Gods and the clones of the Singular Gods within the Multiverse in blood.
Many tried to see through to Earth, but they failed. All they could see was the Solar System shrouded in a veil of darkness; they could see neither Nekron nor Tony.
Many felt that Tony was a guy who could really stir things up. His past battle record was extremely fierce, and he had even created a Ragnarök during his ascension battle, slaughtering over two thousand gods. As long as Tony didn't suffer a setback, there might still be hope to turn the tables.
What they didn't know was that Tony's condition was also extremely dire. He was wearing a Black Lantern Ring and was engaged in a fierce psychic battle with Nekron.
Or rather, Tony was desperately resisting the encroachment of Nekron's will of the void upon his own Singular God willpower.
Nekron had no soul. All concepts of death, darkness, and stillness were considered Nekron's will. The Black Lantern Ring on Tony's finger was emitting waves of black light, drawing Nekron's most direct gaze upon him.
The black light directly invaded Tony's shattered divinity. The power of resurrection was surging forth. This black light transformed into countless fine threads, linking together his constantly collapsing divinity. Like the fine threads that still connect a snapped lotus root, they delayed Tony's demise.
As a price, Tony needed to struggle to keep himself from being assimilated by the Black Lantern Ring, to avoid becoming a Black Lantern.
A Singular God Black Lantern... Tony would be utterly disgraced in the Sphere of the Gods.
Tony walked unhurriedly across Earth. Countless Black Lanterns moved past him, ignoring him completely. The black light emanating from Tony's body made the other Black Lanterns think he was one of them.
"If you want to pry into the mysteries of a Singular God's life, you will have to pay the price."
Tony suddenly chuckled in a low voice. He could clearly feel Nekron's indifferent gaze constantly watching him, trying to probe deeper, to observe his divinity.
Wearing the Black Lantern Ring, which allowed him to evade death and transformation into a Black Lantern, would expose him to Nekron, but it did indeed extend his life. Although it meant risking the most direct contact with Nekron, it was all worth it.
He was gambling. Gambling that the Black Lantern Ring couldn't erode his willpower in a short amount of time, gambling that he could hold on for longer, and gambling that his clone would succeed.
(end of chapter)
