I became light in American comics.

Chapter 108 The Black-Robed Crowd

In a dark dimension, a pair of evil eyes quietly opened.

Belial furtively looked up, glancing left and right before meeting his brother Saraca's disdainful gaze.

"How come you're dead again?" Saraka asked coldly.

Belial hesitated for a moment, then said sullenly, "I was careless."

"Careless? I think the problem lies in your thinking," Saraca said coldly. "Do you have some kind of problem with our great father?"

"Don't make false accusations!" Belial's face flushed red. "They're just a few clones."

"You've already given away three. Your strength wasn't much to begin with, so you're probably even less useful now," Saraca sneered.

That's the truth. Defeating the clone won't harm the main body, but it's impossible to say it has no impact whatsoever. Losing three clones will inevitably deplete your energy and significantly affect your strength and condition.

"It's not my fault, I'm being targeted!" Belial shouted. "It's that wretched creature of light again! He's always squatting down wherever I go. This guy's got some kind of problem!"

Wherever I go, the moment I step out the door, a blinding flash of light hits me. What can I do?

Belial spread his paws, once again expressing his helplessness.

"Oh, so all three heads were given to the same person." Saraca was even more disdainful. "I remember there's a saying among humans, 'Even a donkey won't fall into the same hole twice,' right?"

Belial roared, "What did you say?"

"I said you're zero on three."

"I really was trying to hold them off, but that creature of light had a strange set of armor and kept chasing and bombarding me. I couldn't fight it, and I couldn't run away either. You can go and see the afterimages left behind by my clones if you don't believe me!"

"Zero-level three, shut up."

Belial: "."

Having taken down five of the seven heads of the Seven Deadly Sins, and even received an additional bonus, Shen You was in high spirits after another successful raid. He returned to his armor and began the return journey.

The battle armor was set up as a support structure, allowing Pal to fly back along the planned return route. During this time, Shen You continued his learning and research using the built-in interface.

He's recently acquired quite a few alien gadgets, and there's so much knowledge about different star systems waiting for him to digest. Even with his brain's processing speed, time is still very tight; there's just too much knowledge and content for him to learn.

Lately, it seems that the super brain of the little Kryptonian I raised at home has been developed to a considerable extent. Shen You has thought more than once that he can start to consider having Kara as his research assistant.

Anyway, she says she goes to school every day, but she definitely doesn't actually go to learn anything. On one hand, it's to experience life and integrate into human society, but on the other hand, it's really just because she thinks it's fun.

Anyway, she has a lot of free time every day, and it's a waste of resources for her super brain to be running around all day. Shen You planned to find her some work to do when he got back today, to help him out and share some of the research pressure.

"Beep beep beep~"

A notification sound from inside the armor interrupted his thoughts.

"Pal, what's going on?"

"That's a notification that the negative phase fluctuation radar has been triggered, sir."

"Show me the mark."

Shen You glanced at the display on the interface; the intensity wasn't low—even by Gotham's standards.

Moreover, it was basically on the same route as his return journey. After a moment's thought, Shen You took over the piloting from Pal and turned to fly towards the radar coordinates.

An old-fashioned warehouse.

The night wind blew through the old buildings, sounding like a low groan, or the unwilling howl of forgotten souls. Dark red bricks were exposed through cracked walls, and intricate magic circles were drawn everywhere on the walls and floors. Ancient and strange characters were engraved with mysterious runes, emitting a faint glow.

A certain religious sect?

Shen You frowned, and the armor silently landed in stealth mode. He stood silently on the roof, peering into the room through the cobweb-covered skylight.

The figures in black robes moved through the room, their forms appearing grotesque and terrifying in the dim candlelight. They were silent, not a sound uttered in the vast room, like ghosts emerging from the abyss. Their faces were shrouded in darkness beneath their hoods, and their eyes gleamed with an eerie light.

At the far end of the room, Shen You saw something that resembled an altar.

Looking deeper through the wall, one could see a space resembling a storage room. Inside were corpses.

The nameless dead were covered in strange and intricate patterns etched in blood, each with a gruesome death and a grotesque appearance.

The figures in black robes surrounded the altar, motionless like statues. The one at the head, who appeared to be a leader, stepped forward, dagger in hand. He slowly extended his left hand, revealing dry, pale skin beneath his black sleeve. The dagger grazed the dry skin, leaving a thin line of blood.

Blood flowed from his hands onto the altar. Then, strangely, bubbles began to rise from the altar, and the thick, black blood seemed to emanate from within, quickly forming a pool of blood until it overflowed and dripped down the edges.

"Almighty and great Lord. If you can hear me, please send down divine pronouncements to guide the lost sheep."

Clang!

The skylight shattered, and the steel body descended from the sky, landing steadily in the center of the room among a group of believers.

All the men in black robes froze, staring wide-eyed at the suddenly appearing steel body.

Huh? The oracle really came?

Is it really that effective?

Instead, the black-robed man who appeared to be the leader and was holding the dagger suddenly changed his expression, realizing something was wrong: "No, this isn't the Oracle... the Intruder! Take him down!"

All the men in black robes changed their expressions and drew their weapons.

Some brandished machetes, some sickles, some chain hammers, and others carried crossbows.

The scene looked rather primitive, reminiscent of a tribal conflict in the African jungle. But when Shen You looked around, his sensors actually detected some peculiar energy reactions on these people.

Some strange frequencies, though not strong, lingered around all the black-robed men and their weapons, like some kind of energy field, simultaneously enhancing their weapons and physical attributes.

A magical fluctuation.

So this group isn't just some random charlatan; they might actually be related to some kind of evil god.

Of course, it made no difference to Shen You, since it was all experience anyway.

We're fighting an evil god.

"Take him down!"

The leader, a man in black robes, brandished a crossbow with burning arrows and shouted fiercely.

"For the supreme Lord!"

As he spoke, the man in black robes pulled the trigger, and arrows shot out.

At the same moment, Shen You also moved.

The mobile armor swayed slightly, its form appearing to flicker only briefly. To an ordinary person, it might even seem like an illusion; it hadn't actually left its spot.

He then reached out and caught the flying magic arrow with a snap.

The entire room was filled with men in black robes lying haphazardly on the floor.

When the remaining leader in black robes realized that he had become a lone commander in the blink of an eye, his expression changed drastically, and his face gradually became furious.

Without even moving a finger, as if he had only thought of it, all the enemies in the room had already kicked the bucket.

What kind of powerful ability must that be?

The sudden burst of "Mach Movement" made Shen You fast enough to sweep through the entire warehouse in an instant. After he finished, he returned to his original position at a leisurely pace, before the crossbow bolt he had just released even arrived.

"I have some questions to ask, and I hope you can cooperate."

Shen You arrived before this last follower.

"Does the 'Lord' you speak of have a name?" Shen You asked.

The magical reactions on their bodies weren't strong, but that was enough to show that there was indeed a truly dangerous person behind the scenes.

The cultist stared at him menacingly, saying nothing, but pointed to the ceiling.

Shen You looked up at the sound and couldn't help but squint slightly.

A huge mural is carved on the ceiling.

The abstract painting style and simple lines vividly depict a grotesque figure. The blood-red body and the three pairs of six golden demonic eyes are enough to exhaust any mortal's sanity simply by looking directly at this abstract work.

Lord of the Three Palaces.

(End of this chapter)