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Chapter 659 Come here

"You can't, you can't do that."

Black Hand lay limply on the ground, groaning incoherently.

"I'm almost there, I was almost there all along."

He could already sense his mission, as if he had lived his entire life for this moment. Death was within reach, and the power of the Black Lantern was constantly filling his body, just a hair's breadth away from reaching its peak.

He was just a hair's breadth away from summoning the true form of death.

The Black Death Emperor, one of the death gods representing the concept of death, is the lamp beast of the Black Lamp. Only then will the true darkness of night descend, and this place will become a universe of the dead.

But none of those things exist anymore.

All because of this being before him, this thing called "Ultraman," which stole his peace.

And now, it seems that all of this is still not enough. Ultraman still hasn't stopped his actions.

Shen You walked to the spot where Black Hand had originally unleashed the power of Black Lantern. Although Black Hand and Black Lantern had severed their connection, a huge crater remained in the ground. Like a massive pit leading straight to hell, endless darkness surged forth, surrounding a huge, blurry outline.

Shen You saw it.

That's a battery.

Like that green thing standing in the center of Fort Oa, only this one is black. It is clearly a battery created by Scarface, the guardian who has sided with the Black Death Emperor, for the Black Lanterns. It is the core of the Black Lantern Legion, providing endless death power and serving as a passage to the underworld.

The Black Death Emperor is on the other side.

Shen You ignored the dense aura of death, reached out and gently touched the outer shell of the huge, pitch-black lantern.

It felt like touching death.

Black Hand sat down on the ground, looking at his actions with bewilderment.

What is he going to do?

"light"

A chaotic void, a world shrouded in darkness, the world of the dead.

The giant stood beneath the dark earth, his face, like a dried corpse, was cold and twisted, and a trace of anger appeared in his empty eyes.

He is the Black Death Emperor, the embodiment of death.

He had been preparing for this moment for a long time.

This should have been his night, the destined darkest night. He should have already arrived; the entire universe, trillions of vibrant lives, should have already belonged to death.

Everything is gone, all because of that glowing guy who suddenly appeared.

Moreover, he exuded the very aura of life that he hated most.

This guy even stole his most crucial messenger in that dimension. This meant not only preventing the Black Death Emperor's arrival this time, but also ruining all his plans so far. He had to start from scratch, finding a messenger with the same talent and suitability for the job as Black Hand, and accumulating the power of death from the ground up.

It's all because of this guy.

However, there is a thick dimensional barrier between the living and the dead. Even someone as powerful as the Black Death Emperor does not have the ability to break through this barrier independently. At most, he can only whisper in the ears of one or two people.

So he could only watch that arrogant guy, getting angrier and angrier, but powerless to do anything about it.

If the Black Death Emperor could descend in person, how could this guy have any room to be arrogant?

Yes, those two Ultraman-like beings were indeed very strong. For a moment, he was surprised that such powerful beings had somehow appeared in the world of the living. He could also sense the aura of the white light, the life light that was both complementary and opposing to his own.

But so what?

Who is this Black Death Emperor? The embodiment of death, the Black Lantern Beast. He's just a White Lantern Light Master, what's there to be afraid of?

Don't dismiss it as just a White Lantern; the Spirit of Existence in the Darkest Manga was actually summoned by the Black Death Emperor. He summoned the Spirit of Existence, wielding a scythe, and charged forward, attempting to annihilate all life connected to it by obliterating the Spirit of Existence, thus bringing all life in the universe under the banner of death.

Well, the Spirit of Existence was summoned but remained fast asleep, completely ignoring him. Yet, he rushed at the Spirit and slashed it twice, seemingly unharmed. And finally, after being awakened by the heroes and the Lanterns, the Spirit of Existence easily defeated the Black Death Emperor.

But in short, he is still very brave.

"Take advantage of this opportunity while you still can, you creature of light."

The Black Death Emperor muttered darkly.

Once he finds a way to get there, his first goal will be to settle scores with this creature of light. He will extinguish that light, take its life, and turn it into the number one Black Lantern Corpse of his legion, slamming it down on the head of the Spirit of Existence.

Ok?

The Black Death Emperor kept a close eye on the outside world and suddenly noticed that the creature of light was approaching his Black Lamp Battery. He thoughtfully reached out his hand.

Black Death Emperor: "?"

What's this guy trying to do?

He soon discovered the anomaly.

Because just a short distance away from him, in this pitch-black space dominated by death, light suddenly appeared.

The space, which should never have contained a single ray of light, was suddenly pierced by a beam of light. Like a sharp cone piercing the darkness, it tore the nothingness apart bit by bit, and starlight shone through the cracks. All the souls in the space seemed to be screaming, desperately trying to get away from the scorching light.

The Black Death Emperor slowly opened his mouth.

This development was completely unexpected.

All his preparations, all his hard work, all that planning and scheming—what was he after? Wasn't it all to open the door to the world of the living?

But now, so suddenly, without giving him any time to prepare, the door suddenly opened.

Clearly, the other side of this radiant rift was the world of the living that he so desperately longed for.

But now that the door is open, he hesitates.

He couldn't help but seriously reflect on whether the world on the other side was really as wonderful as he had imagined.

Did I go there to bring ultimate darkness, or to deliver food to others?

The Black Death Emperor spent so much time and effort trying to open a passage that he couldn't, but in front of that thing called Ultraman, he just casually swiped it as if he had pressed a doorknob.

The door opened with a whoosh.

There were no messengers, no ceremonies, no intermediaries; it was all done in a simple and brutal way, a miracle achieved through sheer force.

This brutal method of entry even frightened the Black Death Emperor.

He began to realize that Ultraman might not be as simple as he had thought. He was definitely not just "a mere White Lantern."

So, after staring at the light coming from the human world for a moment, and then looking at the pitch-black environment around him, the Black Death Emperor had such a thought for the first time in millions of years—

—Maybe the underworld is just fine.

I'm not going to that damned mortal world anymore.

Unfortunately, fate didn't give him a choice. Just as he was pondering, the crack widened. An immense gravitational force emanated from it without warning, like an invisible hand grabbing him and pulling him toward the other side of the crack.

It seems to be saying—

Come here!

(End of this chapter)