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Chapter 1116, Chapter 1067: Machima's Mad Ambition
"let's go."

Barry, supporting the unconscious Kendra, said to Machima and Lyra, "We need to get to Gotham as soon as possible to meet up with Horus and his men. Horus and his men are looking for N-metal."

Machima looked up at the darkening sky, then turned her gaze toward Gotham, as Barry had mentioned, and her brow furrowed slightly.

Gotham.

The sky was no longer the familiar pitch black of night, but had become a swirling vortex of dark red and deep purple.

It's as if the universe's wounds are festering.

Occasionally, huge cracks would appear in the vortex, revealing an even darker and more terrifying scene behind it—a distorted galaxy and an indescribable, enormous shadow that peered into this world.

Lyra, watching this scene, asked Barry in shock, "Why is Gotham like this?"

Barry shook his head and said, "I guess Earth is gradually falling into the Dark Multiverse, and darkness is beginning to descend."

What would happen if Earth were pulled into the dark multiverse?

"Machima asked curiously."

Barry thought for a moment, then said dejectedly:
"I don't know, but look at people now, falling into inexplicable mania or complete madness, the dark emotions are being amplified infinitely."

Barry pointed to the obviously abnormal, frenzied Gotham citizens on the street and said to Machima:
"People have begun to experience a loss of reality; they may suddenly forget the faces of their loved ones, or their common sense may be distorted."

"If this continues, the whole world will be plunged into darkness."

Leila listened to Barry's words and bit her lip tightly.

The power within her allowed her to more clearly sense the suffocating pressure of darkness permeating the air.

Biting her lip, she looked at Machima, the mysterious little girl who claimed to be her father's "daughter".

She found that the other person showed no panic or even a hint of worry.

What Leila didn't know was that Machima's inner world was completely different from her outward calm.

As she looked at this collapsing world, feeling the pervasive darkness and despair, an unprecedented sense of excitement flowed through her veins.

Is this the world my father lives in?
A stage that is coming to an end, which is exactly what she loves most.

Fear, despair, and chaos—these are the very soil from which "dominance" most easily takes root and sprouts.

When order collapses and life is in dire straits, a powerful entity that can bring safety and order will naturally become the object of their dependence and submission.

If she could control her father, making him the most dazzling and controllable male lead on the stage, while she herself remained hidden behind the scenes, enjoying the ultimate pleasure of controlling everything (including the savior).

Thinking of this, Machima smiled slightly, her heart suddenly filled with immense enthusiasm.

But now that his father isn't here, how can he make him the male lead?

Moreover, with so many brothers and sisters, it would be difficult for him to get close to his father.

I really want to kill these so-called brothers and sisters.

Soon, Machima found herself in trouble again.

Just as Machima was pondering, a dozen shadow creatures emerged from the nearby dark rifts and gradually approached.

The shadow monsters, resembling a hybrid of skinned hounds and twisted insects, flowed with viscous shadows and emitted piercing hisses, swarming from all directions like sharks drawn by the scent of blood.

"careful!"

Sensing the approaching enemies, Barry shouted at the two, instantly entering Speed ​​Force mode, attempting to lure the monsters away.

Lyra immediately placed Kendra in a relatively safe corner, her eyes gleaming with a fierce light, ready to fight.

However, Machima was faster than them.

With just a slight lift of her right hand, Machima gently pressed her index finger down towards the three Shadow Hounds charging at the front.

The three menacing monsters seemed to have been erased from existence by an invisible force.

After rushing to within a few meters of Machima, the monster suddenly stopped, and then, like a burst bubble, with a "pop," it turned into the most basic black particles and dissipated into the air without leaving a trace.

Barry had just circled behind a monster and hadn't even made a move when he witnessed this unbelievable scene.

The super-fast thinking brought about by the Speed ​​Force allows him to clearly capture the moment a monster dies.

Barry's pupils contracted sharply, and he involuntarily slowed down for a beat.

Lyra's heat vision had just been released when it struck another monster.

She was equally impressed by Machima's nonchalant approach to solving the problem.

The remaining shadow creatures seemed to instinctively sense the presence of their natural enemy, letting out fearful whimpers and beginning to retreat.

Machima looked calmly at the retreating monster, her golden pupils devoid of any emotion.

“Inferior creations have no value even in being dominated.”

As she spoke softly, Machima faced the area where the monsters were most concentrated, slightly spread her five fingers, and then suddenly clenched them.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled sounds, as if the air had been forcibly squeezed and burst, rang out.

The remaining seven or eight shadow creatures, whether running, jumping, or trying to burrow, all exploded from the inside out at the same time.

The monsters' own structures seemed to have been crushed by an incomprehensible force.

The scene instantly fell silent.

Barry stood still, staring at Machima in shock.

He didn't even see how Machima did it.

What kind of power is this?
There were neither energy fluctuations nor signs of magic.
Leila also averted her gaze, staring at the little girl in shock.

She knew that each of the master's "fathers of sorrow" had a unique ability, but the ability that Machima displayed still sent a chill down her spine.

"How...how did you do that?"

Barry couldn't help but ask.

Machima turned around, her face still bearing a calm, unwavering smile, as if she had merely swatted a few flies.

"It's just returning them to their original state."

After explaining to Barry, she turned her gaze towards Gotham. "It seems the road ahead won't be peaceful. We'd better speed things up."

She naturally wouldn't reveal a single detail about her mysterious identity as the one who controls demons.

Machima's assessment of her own abilities was only known to her father, with whom she had a contract.

However, even the father wouldn't know much.

To control a demon, one must not only conceal one's emotions, but also try to hide one's abilities as much as possible.

Then, to change the subject, Machima said to Laila, "Laila, tell me about your other brothers and sisters."

Lyra paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "They are Mark, Tom, Azu, Horus, and Raven. You'll meet them soon."

the other side.

Near Atlantis, a sacred site where kings of past dynasties rest in peace.

The once magically glowing coral reefs have broken and withered, and what is even more shocking are the corpses scattered all over the ground and the gradually decaying flesh.

This was the last remnant of the Atlantean guards. The Dark Knights swept through like a plague, leaving behind only death and destruction.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the saltiness of the sea, along with the musty smell of a tomb.

Deathstroke remained oblivious to the horrific scene before him.

At this moment, his single eye was fixed on the most magnificent coffin in the center of the sanctuary, carved from a single piece of deep-sea warm jade—the legendary eternal resting place of Aryan, the first king of Atlantis.

Looking to his left and right, Deathstroke took out a dagger and prepared to pry open the coffin.

"Those lunatics in the Dark Knights are only concerned with killing, but they forget that true treasures are often buried beneath history."

The death knell murmured to itself, circled the coffin twice, its fingers gently tracing the Atlantean runes on it, finally stopping at a seemingly inconspicuous seam.

Just as he was about to pry open the coffin, a voice stopped him.

"No, stop!"

Arthur, who had come with him, charged straight at the bell, the immense force of which sent the bell flying violently away from the coffin.

"You must not disturb the peace of the Aryan ancestors."

Arthur said angrily, pointing his trident directly at Deathstroke, who had just regained his footing.

Seeing that the two seemed about to fight, Mark and Tom stepped in to stop them. "Wait, something's not right. The N metal here is reacting very violently."

Mark looked at the pried-open coffin and noticed the scent of N metal emanating from it, and it seemed as if a portal had appeared inside.

Tom frowned and said, "It's not just N metal, but also an even more ancient aura of death, right on the other side of the door."

After realizing that there might be N metal behind the door, the four of them exchanged glances.

There is no turning back now; they must find out the truth behind the N metal anomaly.

"I'll go in and take a look first."

Mark was the first to open the coffin and step into the portal inside.

Tom followed closely behind, while Deathstroke and Arthur hesitated for a moment before going in as well.

Soon, the energy vortex of the portal swallowed the figures of the group, and then slowly subsided, as if nothing had happened.

On the other side of deep space, the search for N metal is underway.

Deep in space, the fortress of the Senagan Empire stands tall.

The entire fortress resembles a man-made planet, with metal structures and energy pipelines forming its network. Countless ships shuttle around it like worker bees, showcasing a highly advanced and militarized civilization.

The Senagan Empire, an ancient interstellar civilization with a long history, is renowned for its remarkable achievements in rare metal smelting, genetic engineering, and mega-gravity structures.

At this moment, in the throne room at the heart of the fortress, a negotiation concerning the fate of Earth is underway.

The visitors were Horus's party.

Members include Hal Jordan, Mr. Excellence, Rocky, and Azu.

With the help of Hal, who had just returned to Earth, Horus finally discovered traces of N metal within this alien empire.

So, led by Hal, he immediately brought everyone over.

In the center of the group, Mr. Zhuoyue carefully kept a life support container.

Inside the container, the plastic figure's "egg" lies quietly.

At this moment, seated on the throne was Thane, the ruler of the Senagan Empire.

Sion was much taller than the average Senagang, and his skin had a dull sheen from long-term exposure to rare metal radiation.

"Green Lantern, Mr. Excellence, and guests from afar."

Sain's loud voice echoed in the empty hall, "Welcome to Senagan. I know why you've come, for the so-called N metal."

Hal stepped forward. “Your Majesty Thane, the Dark Multiverse is devouring our universe. We need all possible help. We have detected that the Cenarion Empire possesses a large amount of N metal, which may be the key to saving our world.”

A smile, or perhaps a mocking one, curved the corners of Sain's mouth.

"You're right, N metal, one of the rarest and most mysterious elements in the universe, contains the power to connect life and dreams."

He slowly raised one hand, and a metallic luster, like liquid sunlight, began to flow from his fingertips. "But you are too late. Years ago, I had already implanted all of the Empire's stockpile of N metal into my body using an ancient technique."

Sain's words caused Hal and the others' expressions to change.

How can such a massive amount of energy from nitrogen be integrated into the body?

Is this guy crazy?

"The reason you were able to detect the rhythm of N metal and find your way here is because I deliberately lured you here. As for why I lured you here..."

Sain continued, his gaze sweeping over everyone, "It's because I need the final piece of the puzzle. Not only did I fuse with N metal, but during my wanderings in the universe, I also encountered a great aggregate of consciousness—the Conqueror Starro."

As he spoke, an incomparably powerful mental wave instantly swept through the entire throne room.

Outside the energy field on the ceiling, a starfish-like shadow slowly emerged. On its star-spotted body, countless eyes opened simultaneously, casting a chilling gaze.

Starro, an interstellar parasite with an instinct for conquest and domination, has formed a symbiotic alliance with Sion.

Starro craves a powerful civilization as a base for its expansion, while Thane is drawn to Starro's unparalleled mind control abilities and its sensitivity to rare energies.

The combination of the two allowed them to quickly take control of the Senagan Empire, which already revered strength.

"It is we who have summoned you by using the unique rhythm of the N metal in my cell core."

Thane said to Horus and the others, "I have long foreseen the existence of the Dark Multiverse, so I have devoted the entire power of the Empire to building the only weapon that could possibly fight against it—the 'Anchor of Fate' Gravity Cannon."

"It is powered by rare metals, and its strength is enough to penetrate the barriers of the multiverse and forcibly drag the universe back from the dark multiverse."

He paused, then continued, "However, the giant cannon is still missing a crucial core component."

Sain pointed sharply at the egg next to Horus, "That's it. It contains N metal, which can be used as an energy source to activate the giant cannon."

"This is impossible!"

Mr. Zhuoyue exclaimed, "We will not hand over our teammates to you for such dangerous experiments."

"You have no choice but to agree."

Sain's voice turned cold, "For a greater goal, necessary sacrifices are unavoidable."

He waved his hand sharply.

"Seize them and take the egg."

The Sena Guard around them activated instantly, their power armor spewing out blue ion streams, charging towards Hal and his group like a tidal wave.

Seeing that a battle was unavoidable, Horus immediately sprang into action, drawing his explosive pistol in an instant.

Azu snorted coldly, his gaze hardening with anticipation.

Hal Jordan, meanwhile, held aloft the Green Light Ring, attempting to construct an illusion to defend against the army.

However, in that instant when his will was highly concentrated...

An irresistible force invaded his mind.

It's Staro!

It had been waiting for this opportunity, waiting for Hal to concentrate his mind on one point and for the moment when a tiny gap appeared in his defense.

"Uh ah ah!"

Hal let out a painful roar, and the light from the Green Lantern Ring flickered violently.

He felt that his thoughts, memories, and emotions were being brutally shattered by an external force.

Hal's eyes instantly lost their sparkle, replaced by a collective consciousness belonging to Staro.

"For Senagang!"

Hal's voice became dull and eerie.

The next second, Hal Jordan conjured a massive green energy shackle with his other hand, and with lightning speed, he locked up the unsuspecting Mr. Excellence and Loki beside him.

At the same time, a powerful green energy field forcibly suppressed Azu, who was about to take off, back to the ground.

"HAL?! Are you crazy?"

Horus was both shocked and furious, and instinctively turned the slug gun around.

But it's too late.

The controlled Hal displayed his terrifying power as one of the greatest Green Lanterns ever.

The green constructs coiled around Horus and his companions as if they were alive, and together with the swarming Senagan soldiers and Starro's all-pervasive mental suppression, they were subdued.

Energy suppressors were fastened around the necks and wrists of the individuals, completely sealing off their power.

Azu gritted his teeth and stared at Hal, this "traitor."

Very well, you were the mole in the last vampire incident, and now you've become a traitor.

I should have been wary of him.

Ah Zu thought with frustration.

The plastic man's egg was calmly taken away by a Senagang officer and presented to Thane on the throne.

Sain watched the scene with satisfaction, casting an approving glance at Staro's shadow.

"Imprison them in the Stasis Prison," Thane commanded. "Prepare the 'Anchor of Fate.' When the cannon is fired, it will mark the beginning of a new era of dominance for the Senagan Empire."

Hal stood beside Sain like a soulless puppet, his empty eyes watching his comrades, whom he had personally subdued, being dragged away.

(End of this chapter)