American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 416 Twenty-first Rank, Chaos Ancestral Dragon

On a desolate planet.

Superman and Black Death are quietly waiting for the plan to proceed.

By endlessly draining the human population with the Black Light Ring, they attempt to draw out the hidden forces protecting humanity.

The human world occupies a special position, connecting the nodes of the upper and lower dimensions.

It is a strategically important location that has been contested by military strategists, yet it has remained unscathed for a long time, which speaks volumes.

Moreover, both Supreme Superman and Black Death Emperor are powerful beings who have descended to a lower dimension, so there is a concern that rashly making a move might fall into the trap of powerful beings hidden among humans.

"Someone's coming!"

Suddenly, the Supreme Little Superman looked in one direction, his whole demeanor becoming tense and ready for battle.

Who set foot in this place?

The Black Death Emperor raised his scythe high, assuming a ready-to-fight stance.

This planet is the headquarters of the Black Lantern Legion and cannot be allowed to be damaged by outsiders, especially the Black Lantern energy located at the center of the planet. If it is damaged, the long-awaited power of the Black Lanterns will be wasted.

Even those who were imprisoned in the central battery escaped.

In this way, we will be facing a very terrifying enemy.

After all, they were the ones who plotted against each other first, and this grudge was destined to be irreconcilable.

The void twisted and a crimson ray shot out ahead of time, followed by a burly figure.

Darkseid!?

The Supreme Little Superman's expression darkened, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

In fact, Apokolips is quite special, having given birth to two Origin-level beings.

One is Yuga Khan, who is unlikely to exist in the multiverse now, and the other is Darkseid.

In the countless universes of the Ganges, there is an entity that has completed biochemical transformation and successfully ascended to the Origin level, thus being able to sense the situation of all other entities.

If one day Darkseid's true form transcends and leaves the multiverse, then all his countless sub-bodies will disappear together, as if erasing all traces of the world.

Unless, another Origin-class emerges to replace it.

Of course, even if it is not the real body that descends, the combat power of a sub-body is second only to that of a dimensional lord.

The Supreme Superman is far from reaching the level of a dimensional lord. He is merely a refugee from another universe, and the Black Death Emperor who is cooperating with him is just an avatar. He may not be able to defeat the opponent smoothly.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not here to start a war," Darkseid said bluntly.

During the journey in the car, Darkseid thought and thought but couldn't find a suitable partner.

Having committed numerous crimes and accumulated a notorious reputation, he is someone that even the strongest beings in the universe avoid. How could anyone possibly approach him and invite death?

After thinking it over again, Darkseid approached the two people who were causing trouble.

"What do you mean?" the Black Death Emperor asked warily.

"My Apokolips is gone."

"What!?"

Darkseid explained the reasons in great detail with great sincerity.

This caused the expressions of the Supreme Superman and the Black Death Emperor to change constantly.

The idea that Allen would fight his way from Earth to Apokolips and force Darkseid to abandon his home planet is simply a fantasy.

The main reason is that they had never heard of a person named Allen I.

Moreover, they are now focusing their attacks on the human world, which has undoubtedly made them the opposing side, and a fierce battle is inevitable.

"Welcome to the team."

After careful consideration, both parties readily agreed to Darkseid's joining.

……

Under the relentless bombardment of the Deathly Ice Dragon, the Parademons army scattered throughout the capital of Apokolips was utterly wiped out.

However, the Parademon army stationed throughout the planet exceeds two hundred million.

Apokolips is a civilization whose main theme is conquest, and maintaining an army of 300 million is standard practice.

Moreover, having not waged war for over a thousand years, they have accumulated ample war resources. They only need to wait for the Mother Box to be retrieved before launching another invasion.

While the Skeleton Army was moving materials, Allen approached Kalibak again.

Ruling Apokolips was not within Allen's considerations, so he chose to support a puppet leader.

"Don't hit me, don't hit me anymore..."

At this moment, Kalibak was no longer as violent as before. He covered his chest with both hands and immediately became panicked when he saw Allen arrive, like a quail that had been frightened too much.

Allen squinted at the cleavage and praised, "Covering your face, it doesn't seem like a bad idea."

"..."

You're crazy.

I am a big, burly man.

Kalibak wanted to escape, but there was nowhere left to hide.

Even his own father was defeated; the only way out was to wander the universe in a spaceship.

It was clearly a very foolish decision.

Venturing alone into the interstellar universe, one is sure to encounter countless enemies seeking revenge.

After so many civilizations were destroyed, some survivors were displaced and had no choice but to become bounty hunters to make a living. As long as they get information about the current situation on Apokolips, they will definitely unite to seek revenge.

"Do you want to sit on the throne of the ruler of Apokolips?"

Allen's tone was seductive.

Instead, Kalibak shrank back upon hearing this, not daring to agree, thinking to himself that he would definitely have to make excessive demands, such as satisfying the other party with his body.

As the number one warrior of Apokolips, how could I possibly humiliate myself by using my body to submit to the enemy?

"What do you want me to do?"

However, the allure of power ultimately triumphed over self-respect.

Kalibak's lifelong ambition was to inherit the throne, and now that it was within his grasp, what did sacrificing a little dignity matter?

After all, it's not like I'm going to lose a piece of my body.

It's over in the blink of an eye.

"Hey... put this on."

As she spoke, Allen took an extra-large bra out of the bag.

I picked it up from the store before I came.

Considering Kalibak's size and the scale that Allen meticulously sculpted, only an extra-large size could handle him.

Tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes.

As expected, this guy has started forcing himself to wear women's clothing.

Next, will he ask himself to undergo gender reassignment surgery?

The thought that bioengineering technology is so advanced that surgery and discharge can be performed on the same day is very gratifying.

"Don't you like this one?"

Allen then took out a black bra with lace trim and warned, "If you don't come out soon, I'll cut you off."

Wow…

Kalibak burst into tears, obediently took the items with both hands, and then put them on.

I put it on reluctantly.

Kalibak was filled with anger and humiliation.

To force himself, the eldest son of Darkseid, to wear a bra is utterly humiliating.

"My eye for detail is indeed exceptional; the size fits perfectly."

Then, Allen said earnestly, "Remember not to go shirtless next time, it's very uncivilized."

In fact, Allen finds the uncivilized act of going shirtless extremely distasteful, except for beautiful women who are shirtless.

Not long after.

Kalibak summoned a group of administrative officials via communication equipment.

With extreme reluctance, he announced his appointment as leader of Apokolips in a live broadcast.

However, the expressions of the people watching the live stream were quite strange.

"What? Does Kalibak have a problem with his sexual orientation?"

"Holy crap, that's a massive operation. How are women supposed to survive?"

"Why do I feel a little inexplicably attracted to someone?"

"..."

That's right, Kalibak was livestreaming wearing a bra, and he looked utterly hopeless the entire time.

He already felt the meaning of becoming a leader.

Allen didn't care about all that and sent out the Netherworld War God to wipe out the remaining Parademons.

The next day.

Step out of the forging center on Apokolips.

The technology contained within the building undoubtedly enabled Darkseid's capable subordinates to create equipment comparable to divine artifacts.

The mother box was originally made here.

After a flurry of activity, Allen found himself wearing a pair of shimmering silver slippers.

"The Supreme Slipper is so cool."

Meanwhile, a back scratcher was stuck in the back of Allen's collar.

The remaining metal from the mother box can be used to easily create a handy weapon.

"I can scratch people and tickle myself, I'm such a clever little devil."

Kalibak, who was standing by, looked ashamed.

This is a complete madman.

The tenth metal, the X element, is used to create a pair of slippers. Is that something a normal person could come up with?

Element X is incredibly precious; Apokolips paid a terrible price to obtain even a tiny fraction of it.

It's such a waste.

Transport aircraft piled up the corpses of demons in the center of the plaza.

Allen's first order was to retrieve the bodies.

Kalibak had no objection to this.

The Parademons stationed on various parts of the planet were not under his command to begin with.

Even military commanders threatened to overthrow him and deny his legitimate right of succession.

The people of Apokolips are inherently deceitful, treacherous, and vicious. During Darkseid's reign, he dared not act recklessly due to his absolute power. But you, an old woman, gave birth to a child that everyone hates and despises. Why should you take it upon yourself?

Because Kalibak did not inherit the Omega rays, he naturally did not gain the recognition of all parties.

It doesn't matter anymore.

With Allen's support, he used this as an excuse to purge the group of rebels.

After figuring out that Allen wasn't interested in men, Kalibak stopped crying and at least her chastity was preserved.

However, a very important problem has arisen: the swelling in my chest has not subsided and is even showing signs of worsening.

"Could it be mastitis?"

Kalibak was filled with anxious thoughts, but dared not seek a doctor's diagnosis, fearing that a smooth recovery would displease Allen.

"You have great potential."

Allen, with a sly glint in his eye, glanced at the majestic hills of Kalibak, and said in a serious tone, "We should be able to advance to the next trophy in a couple of days."

"..."

Kalibak asked cautiously, "Sir, what happened to me?"

"A normal physiological response."

Allen turned his head away mysteriously, offering no direct response.

Anything produced by Allen is bound to be unconventional.

Fly swatters have many hidden effects, and they are made of numerous eighth and ninth-grade metals. It would be a waste not to fully develop their effects.

One issue is the persistent swelling and inflammation.

"It's over, my life is ruined!"

Judging from Allen's expression, Kalibak had already come to the conclusion that he could not recover normally.

In the center of the square, the Grim Reaper Ice Dragon had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Allen approaching unhurriedly, the Soul Flame flickered, revealing an eagerness.

Now, the sixteenth-tier Death God Ice Dragon possesses intelligence akin to that of a sentient being, and it is well aware that the hope for advancement lies with Allen.

"Greetings, Master."

The Deathly Ice Dragon lowered its proud head.

This scene filled the native officials of Apokolips with envy.

He fantasized about controlling a death-dealing ice dragon, becoming a king or ancestor in the blink of an eye.

"Xiao Bing, are you ready?"

"Master, I can't wait any longer."

The Death God Ice Dragon asked with slight confusion, "Master, didn't you call me Ah Long?"

Allen tried to recall, then asked, "Really?"

"..."

Look at this memory, it's showing signs of developing Alzheimer's disease.

"Ah Long sounds too gangster-like. I'm the upright male protagonist, I can't let the book get taken down. The 404 paying readers will be heartbroken."

Such serious-sounding ramblings are truly speechless.

The casual conversation ended.

Get down to business.

The White Bone Forging skill is activated.

A wisp of gray light appeared on the corpse, then swarmed into the body of the Death God Ice Dragon.

The fact that a new god can be challenged at the sixteenth rank demonstrates the immense power of the Bone Dragon at the same rank.

If Darkseid hadn't lacked divine power, he might not have escaped unscathed.

Seventeenth rank, the Dragon of the Underworld.

Eighteenth Rank, Purgatory Demon Dragon.

Nineteenth level, Calamity Dragon.

Tier 20, Forbidden Divine Dragon.

As the aura emanating from the bone dragon increased layer by layer, by the time it reached the eighteenth level, it was enough to cover the entire Apocalypse Star.

Awakened skills are outside the realm of magic and are instead labeled as divine arts.

At the same time, the attributes are no longer limited to the ice element, but are more inclined towards the chaotic death realm.

For example, the 18th-tier Purgatory Demon Dragon's divine art, "Purgatory Divine Kingdom," directly distorts spacetime to connect with a purgatory.

Nineteenth-tier divine art, bringing calamities and curses. It can be used not only against a single individual but also against an entire planet, causing the continuous birth of calamity creatures that bring death.

The twentieth-tier divine technique transforms into a forbidden entity, creating a forbidden domain. It can set its own rules, which the user cannot violate. Fortunately, the enemy does not know the rules, and once they violate them, they will surely die.

It took more than 150 million units of materials to barely advance to the twentieth level.

Fortunately, the transport starships returned carrying corpses, which then overturned in mid-air.

With the Netherworld War God taking action, slaughtering one military fortress after another would be a piece of cake, although the transportation process would be extremely troublesome.

"Why haven't you advanced yet?"

Allen maintained his Bone Refining skill and sensed that he had nearly 100 million materials.

hum…

Suddenly, the aura of the forbidden dragon changed drastically.

The white clouds that filled the sky all turned into rolling dark clouds at the same time.

Gusts of wind intertwined like tornadoes, swirling the clouds into vortexes.

The sudden change in the situation was like the end of the world.

Lightning could be faintly seen flashing inside.

The Apokolips officials who witnessed this scene were so overwhelmed by the terrifying aura that they prostrated themselves on the ground, finding it extremely difficult to breathe.

Twenty-first rank, the Primordial Chaos Dragon.

"It's done."

Allen looked up at the chaotic ancestral dragon that blotted out the sky, which was at least several hundred meters tall and whose body had caused many buildings to collapse.

If I were to encounter Darkseid again now, I'd probably be able to kill it with a single swipe of its tail.

However, the most noteworthy is the twenty-first-order divine spell.

The light of chaos.

Once it is reflected onto a target, it instantly decomposes into a chaotic void, but can also be reversed and regenerated.

Of course, starting from the eighteenth level, the bone dragon already has flesh and blood. Up to the twenty-first level, in addition to being entirely gray, its appearance is ferocious and domineering, as if it symbolizes an existence born from the destruction of the world.

"Owner."

A flash of gray light appeared, and the Chaos Ancestral Dragon transformed into a burly, strong man.

"Wow, it can even transform! Awesome!"

(End of this chapter)