Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 505 The Darkest Night

When the Guardians were about to retrieve the Spirit of Existence, their intention was to transfer the sealed Spirit of Existence from Earth to Oa and keep it safe.

Instead of using a beam of white light to pry open the seal and expose the spirit of existence to the world, as is the case now.

This is also part of Joe Al's plan.

Under his coercion, the fear of survival between the two planets, even though it didn't spiral out of control to the point of premature mutual destruction under the control of his son, Karl El, was limited to this.

This fear of extinction will eventually spread to deeper levels of existence, such as the spirit of existence, which will not sit idly by and will inevitably try every means to escape from the soon-to-be-destroyed Earth.

And now, as they use the seven colors of the emotional spectrum to converge and merge into white light, allowing the spirit of existence to break free from the earth's constraints and reappear in the world, it is like lighting the last match in complete darkness.

There is a reason why this part of the universe is so dark—before the match has even burned out, the darkness itself has already arrived, and Joe Al, who is searching for the anti-life equation, has already sensed it.

Just as he said at the beginning—the gap in strength is significant.

He has many cards to play, many paths to take, and can adjust his plans according to the situation at any time, always having a backup plan.

However, Karl El, who was concerned about Earth, had already revealed his ultimate bottom line due to his stubbornness; he was even unwilling to give up one of the universes to achieve a strategic advantage.

Even if Kal'El could single-handedly break through enemy lines and stand against the most powerful warship in Krypton's history without being at a disadvantage, he was still just one person.

In such a tight timeframe, there's not much that can be done to change the situation and protect everyone in both universes.

Human strength is finite; it is difficult to resist the ever-moving material universe by relying solely on individual power.

Moreover, Karl El is not even willing to reach his full potential. If he were willing to go to a slightly more extreme level, things wouldn't be so difficult now.

Joe Al's feelings for Carl Al were complicated; before receiving the news, he had already thought he had lost his son forever.

Whatever a father does to his son, it is all out of love.

However, Jor-El not only loves his son, but also Krypton.

Fortunately, Karl El may not understand this, but Joe El can see that he at least doesn't treat his father as a complete stranger. Even after multiple evolutions, he only dares to threaten verbally and still cannot make the best choice in this life-or-death war.

But this is inevitable. Just like Martian Manhunter, since Kal-El was able to neutralize Doomsday's brutal nature and control himself, his acquired personality would definitely not be that bad.

"Whoever they are, all I can say is that they taught you very well."

Jor-El's words were not mere politeness, but heartfelt gratitude. However, he immediately changed the subject: "But unfortunately, what Krypton and I need right now is not a son like this. We have reached a critical moment that will determine our ultimate survival. You must be more mature."

Click!

As Joey listened to Joe Al spouting those convoluted myths and nonsensical maxims, the green lamp furnace beneath his feet, radiating seven-colored light, had completed its final mission, and cracks appeared on its outer wall, unable to withstand the strain.

Click, click!

Upon seeing this, the swamp monster immediately took two steps back, while Hal and Tony nearby leaped into the air to maintain a safe distance: "Is this going to explode?!"

Batman, on the other hand, had anticipated this and quickly descended from the air, his feet touching the ground—even though the ground was a dirty, muddy swamp.

Then the lamp stove cracked open again with a loud snap.

As the lamp cracked, Hal Jordan, who was flying through the air, fell with a thud from nearly ten feet into the swampy mud, splashing up a cloud of mud half his height: "What happened!?"

Batman, who was prepared, watched with a cold eye as the unlucky Hal rolled around in the mud, and explained, "The white light must have exhausted all the energy of the furnace, including the ring connected to it."

The cracking of the lamp burner was not a spectacular explosion, because the seven colors of light generated by the lamp burner were combined into one white light, which had exhausted the energy of the emotional spectrum. At this moment, the lamp burner was truly "running out of oil and the lamp going out".

But it wasn't that nothing was left; what burned out in the furnace was the light of the spectrum of emotions, leaving only streaks of seven-colored waste, like paint. This waste leaked out from the cracks in the furnace and flowed onto the ground.

The mixture of various colors created a pitch-black void.

Click!

This time, however, it was no longer the sound of a lamp shattering, but rather the sound of something from the distant depths of space, from the darkest existence thousands of sectors away.

A scythe cleaved through time and space, its withered, shriveled claws tearing open the fissures and shattering the once bright and sunny sky.

A black-clad skeleton, its entire body stained with blood, appeared from the sky, chanting unfamiliar words that all creatures and races could understand: "The darkest night blots out the sun, darkness devours light as one waxes and wanes—"

Apart from Batman and Iron Man, the two outsiders, all the natives of the Flashpoint universe gasped for breath at the chanting of this unknown, mysterious being.

This is the innate instinct of creation, originating from the spirit of existence, of the universe: the ultimate fear of death.

With all seven lights of the emotional spectrum gathered, and white and black lights appearing simultaneously, the moment foretold in the prophecy of the Book of Oa has finally arrived.

The darkest night.

On the other side of the metropolis, Ganther knelt beside the corpse of the Guardian Apasa, lost in thought. The Green Lanterns were still being wiped out by the Kryptonians, and the distant planet Mogo had long since lost its light.

Then he heard this irresistible oath from the sky: "Your heart will be ripped out, your soul seized, and your life taken; may your spirit be unleashed to serve your evil hand!"

Countless black lights, like towering black waves, blotted out the sky and surged from the horizon to all parts of the world. Ganser, whose eyesight was not bad, recognized what it was at a glance.

Those were jet-black rings, representing ultimate death and silence; they were rings of the dead.

A ring curved through the air and headed straight for Ganser. Upon seeing it, Ganser knew something was wrong!

They quickly took action to stop them.

But what he didn't expect was that the ring's target wasn't the dead Apasa, but rather it pierced through the soil at Ganther's feet and went straight underground.

A somber chant emanating from the Black Lantern Ring resounded. Having missed his target, Ganther's heart sank to the very bottom upon hearing this voice: "From Earth-1, Karl El—Awaken!"

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