American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 422 Allen returns to Arkham and finds it has gone bankrupt.

Although it's a little regrettable that we couldn't kill the Black Death Emperor, it's no longer a problem.

At the very least, the anti-surveillance activists who have regained their freedom will inevitably pursue and kill them relentlessly.

Whether it will succeed remains to be seen.

However, Superman the Youngster was in trouble, as he was hunted down by the Lanterns.

With a wave of his hand, Allen created a portal and summoned the undead army.

There were tens of thousands of undead skeletons, the lowest of which were 12th rank, the remaining hundreds were 15th rank, only nine were 18th rank, and there was one 21st rank Chaos Ancestral Dragon.

This scene, witnessed by all the Lantern Knights, left them speechless.

It would be more than enough to destroy the entire universe.

Moreover, the Chaos Ancestral Dragon does not need to intervene.

"I'm gone."

With Allen's magical aura amplified by his hands, casting a portal would upgrade it to a dimensional portal.

The opposite bank was shrouded in a hazy gray.

A sense of deathly silence, coldness, and despair washes over you.

"drive!"

Allen stood atop the head of the Chaos Ancestor, commanding the undead army to march towards the Underworld.

……

Underworld.

Hela's realm, a replica of Asgard.

At this moment, the once magnificent palace has collapsed into ruins, and the sounds of fighting are everywhere.

The undead creatures were engaged in a fierce battle on the outskirts, seemingly entering a situation of no return.

Hela, the lord of death, was already disheveled and covered in her own blood.

Fenrir, the giant wolf who had been with him since he was a cub, lay nearby with a severe abdominal injury.

"Are you really going to wipe them all out?"

Hela looked desperate, sensing that the power of death within her was about to be exhausted.

The five Death Lords before him wore mocking expressions.

"Hela, you are ultimately an outsider and should not enjoy the resources of the underworld."

"I hope you will cooperate by offering up your divinity, so as to avoid suffering unnecessary torment."

"You should know in your heart that no one in the underworld will help you."

"..."

The underworld, hell, and purgatory are known as the three special dimensions, where unchanging killing and death are the main themes.

The Lady of Death, who symbolizes death, is nominally the master of the underworld, but in reality, she never interferes in affairs, and it is impossible for her to see the other party without permission.

This is why, even though Hela was an alien deity whom the Lady of Death agreed to join, she was ultimately rejected.

"Unless I'm dead."

Hela resolutely refused the unreasonable demand to relinquish her divine status.

Once stripped of her divinity, she not only lost her status as the Lord of Death, but also lost her original divine status as the Asgardian Goddess of Death, thus falling into the realm of a supernatural being facing birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Having both Helheim and Asgard bloodlines ultimately results in a longer lifespan.

Moreover, he was already thousands of years old. Without divine status, his physical functions were rapidly aging, and he ultimately did not have many years left to live.

Furthermore, even if she truly yields to the other party, they may not agree to let her live out her old age in peace.

It's a situation that's neither reasonable nor morally sound, and it's a fight to the death.

A grim-faced Death said, "Stubborn to the end, I'll have to take it from you myself."

The Death Godhood is the most valuable resource, capable of reshaping a Death God.

Clearly, with the various forces in the underworld waging war, having an additional Grim Reaper on one's side would be a significant asset.

Therefore, the Grim Reaper, who roams freely outside of all sides, becomes a target for the hunt.

boom!

Just as they were about to take action.

A portal suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the gloomy void.

A vast and ancient aura surged forth first, as if an ancient being from the primordial world before its formation had suddenly visited the underworld.

Who?

Hela and the five Grim Reapers couldn't help but wonder.

What kind of being dares to intrude into the underworld?

To understand this, we need to understand that long ago, the Grim Reapers of the Underworld joined forces to solidify the rules of space, preventing any being other than the deceased from setting foot there.

Judging from their aura alone, even the giants of the underworld would probably have to give them a wide berth.

Aww…

A dragon's roar.

Instantly, the fighting spirits stopped their battle. The ghosts seemed to be stuck in a daze, showing signs of their souls collapsing at any moment, while the skeletons and other bones were cracking and popping, as if struggling to keep themselves from falling apart.

However, even the Death Lord felt a sense of suffocation.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious dragon head emerged from the dimensional gate.

The five Death Lords were filled with fear, but Hela paused for a moment, a faint smile appearing on her face.

Eh...

Upon entering the underworld, Allen eagerly leaped off the dragon's head, shouting, "Mommy, catch me!"

Who is this guy?

I feel so weak.

In comparison, Allen's aura was like an ant compared to the Chaos Ancestral Dragon.

The five Death Lords' attention never left the Chaos Ancestral Dragon, and they were on high alert, secretly seeking help from their respective forces.

Splat...

Allen fell straight down and landed hard on the ground.

And it's facing down.

Hela deliberately looked into the void, pretending not to see it.

"Seaweed, I saw you take a step back, you're not going to catch me, are you?"

Allen looked up, blood streaming from his nostrils. He angrily got up, walked to Hela's side, leaned forward, and fiercely wiped the blood from his nose onto her clothes.

Tsk…

Hela was immediately annoyed by the unhygienic behavior.

"What's wrong?"

Allen looked around and asked, "Mom, our house is being demolished. How much compensation will we get? Can I become a rich kid and live a life of debauchery?"

"I got beaten up," Hela said, pursing her lips.

"What!?"

Allen exclaimed in shock, "The world is indeed full of righteous people doing good deeds."

"..."

You need to listen to what you're saying.

They had their own house demolished, yet they praised the culprit as a righteous person.

Upon hearing this, Hela couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Aww…

boom!

As the Chaos Ancestral Dragon landed, tens of thousands of undead soldiers descended with it.

The auras of those above the twelfth rank greatly alarmed the five Death God Lords.

A twelfth-tier undead in the underworld would be at least a legion commander.

A level 15 undead is basically equivalent to the lowest level of the Grim Reaper.

Eighteenth-tier undead are even more formidable; they might not be able to defeat one.

Before the shock could turn into complete bewilderment, suddenly a storm arose, and surging underworld energy gathered and poured into the bodies of the undead legion.

This……

Isn't it a native undead?

In an instant, the five Death Lords were completely dumbfounded.

How could the undead grow to such strength in the outside world?

Of course, spirits that have successfully grown up in the underworld do not need to undergo the baptism of underworld energy.

Without a doubt, after being baptized, the undead army's strength increased dramatically once again.

"Are all these yours?" Hela couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Hmm!"

Allen nodded proudly.

"My dear son, Mommy got beaten up."

Hela's expression changed, replaced by one of grievance.

"Get lost, who's your son? Do you really think I'm crazy?" Allen said smugly.

"..."

"Fine, fine... so it was all an act all along."

"Fine, I guess I was just being presumptuous."

Hela's expression froze instantly, and she couldn't help but roll her dead fish eyes as she asked helplessly, "How can you possibly help me?"

"I want to eat underwear."

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen was punched by Hela. He winced in pain, clutching his eye, and grumbled, "If you're not going to give me food, then don't! Why did you hit me?"

"You want the Giantess to help me this once, and I'll help you capture her later."

"make a deal."

I remember last time, Hela kept mentioning the Helheim Titan, which Eren kept in mind, so she used it as a condition for the exchange.

However, Allen didn't think that way.

The thought of a female giant ranging from four to six meters tall is enough to make one's blood boil.

"Mommy..."

Eren grabbed Hela's arm and shook it playfully, saying, "I want a curvy, six-meter-tall Female Titan. Ten of them at once will be enough."

"So many demands."

"Is it okay?"

"Alright, as you wish."

In fact, Helheim's belief in death is one of Hela's strongholds.

If it weren't for giving Odin some face, she would have directly taken back the rule of Helheim.

Nowadays, Hela is a genuine goddess of death, and it's easy for her to go back to her hometown and bring back a few followers.

Moreover, the people of Helheim felt it was an honor to serve the gods they believed in.

The price has been finalized.

Allen is about to stir things up.

Ah da…

He kicked a Grim Reaper with a single step.

Completely black with a dog's head, it was none other than Anubis.

Anubis, the mighty god of death in ancient Egypt, could not tolerate the insolence of ants. Just as he was about to raise his staff to strike him dead, he was astonished to see the Chaos Dragon appear behind Allen like a shadow, guarding its master's safety like a mythical beast.

puff!

He took a solid kick.

However, Anubis remained unmoved, while Allen fell to the ground clutching his calves.

"Dude, you must have sprung from a rock, your hardness is a bit unscientific."

"..."

Instead of humiliating them, they ended up hurting themselves.

Anubis felt greatly wronged, as he had been standing there doing nothing.

"Enough with the nonsense."

Allen stood up and said in a friendly tone, "I am a very reasonable person, but Wangcai is unreasonable."

"Is it Wangcai?"

Aww…

The Primordial Dragon of Chaos roared to the sky in perfect unison, its cry shaking the entire world.

"My lord, please stop. We are willing to cooperate with the compensation and guarantee that we will grant your request," Anubis said bitterly.

He already understood that the structure of the underworld had undergone a complete transformation.

The presence of a single Chaos Ancestral Dragon is enough to represent a top-tier force in the Underworld.

"Look at what you're saying."

Allen stepped forward, patted Anubis on the shoulder, and asked in a cheeky tone, "Hey bro, got any kobold beauties?"

"ah!?"

No, big brother, you have a really good appetite. You can even eat a non-human mother.

"In your eyes, I see the same misunderstanding as everyone else."

Allen said with a dejected look, "When I was engaged in professional research on lords, I always maintained a rigorous attitude and never had any lewd thoughts."

I don't believe you for a second.

And your expressions are so rich.

"I apologize, sir, I misunderstood you," Anubis said respectfully.

"Hmm... I want the black variety with big breasts and a big butt."

"..."

They even said it wasn't for the sake of sex.

The true intentions have been revealed.

"Get out of my way."

Hela couldn't bear to look and stepped forward, pulling Allen away.

I was originally planning to ask for compensation, but all I got was Jill asking for were some beast girls.

Should I repair my palace? Should I continue supporting the army?

After some discussion, the five Death Lords nodded and bowed, agreeing to all of Hela's requests.

Of course, Hela didn't ask for too much, fearing that it would push the forces behind the other side to their wits' end.

While waiting, Allen, having nothing to do, glanced furtively at the heavily injured giant wolf beside him.

"Allen, what are you doing!?"

Hela turned around and saw Allen urinating on the giant wolf Fenrir again.

I remember the last time, she spent ages giving Fenrir a bath.

A leopard can't change its spots.

Allen pulled up his pants, acting as if nothing had happened, and grinned, saying, "Damn, I'm home. My undead army is with you now."

Snapped!

With a snap of his fingers, the person vanished from the spot.

……

Arkham Asylum.

It used to be a bustling place, teeming with people and filled with patients.

There was no one in sight; it was a desolate scene of silence.

Waking up in his private hospital bed, Allen looked at the dusty sheets and couldn't help but scold, "Dean Quixey must have embezzled public funds. Why didn't he hire a cleaner to clean up?"

"Something's wrong, why is there no sound?"

"Under normal circumstances, the criminals would be fighting by now."

Allen peeked out into the corridor, his furtive manner resembling that of a secret agent infiltrating enemy territory.

Picking up the scattered papers, he analyzed, "It seems they left in a hurry and didn't have time to take the documents with them."

"Who dares to attack Wayne Enterprises' properties? They're practically disrespecting Batman."

"Besides, don't you know that living in Arkham Asylum is basically like taking a dump in a fireworks warehouse and lighting a cigarette to commit suicide?"

After checking each room, they found it to be completely empty.

In the entire hospital, only Allen was wandering around.

"It doesn't feel like an evacuation; it feels like a sudden mass exodus."

The computer in the dean's office, the medical equipment for treatment, and even the medicines in the pharmacy.

If they were to leave in an orderly manner, they would inevitably have to take away valuable equipment.

"Did the world end while I was away?" Allen wondered.

In the often troubled world of American comics, Allen couldn't think of a reasonable explanation.

Suddenly, a beam of light flashed past the window.

"Someone's there!"

With a loud bang.

Allen shattered the glass and leaped into the darkness.

As it approached the outer wall, it crouched and leaped out.

Not far from the viewpoint, a large number of military tents were stationed.

"Stop, or we'll shoot."

The soldiers in the watchtower spotted Allen immediately, locked onto him with searchlights, and verbally warned him.

"A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?"

Allen immediately recognized the equipment as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s exclusive tactical gear upon seeing it.

Suddenly, a figure blocked the full moon, forming a bat-shaped mark.

Batman himself was present, of course.

He was still dressed in a jet-black battle suit, with his face partially obscured by a cloak.

Bathed in moonlight, his shadow stretched long, like a demon watching over the night.

"Bat, I miss you so much."

Allen strode up and gave him a big hug.

"What did you do?" Bruce asked in a deep voice.

"I've time-traveled again."

Allen looked up and said sincerely.

Bruce explained with a helpless expression, "I'm asking you what you did before you traveled through time that caused Arkham Asylum to close down."

Allen suddenly realized, "Nothing, I was just watching a videotape to summon Ah Zhen before I time-traveled."

"..."

As expected, Sadako's appearance caused all the patients and medical staff at Arkham Asylum to escape.

(End of this chapter)