Chapter 265 – Allen Settles the Kryptonian Xenomorph with a Single Move
Under the daylight, the Ghost Rider's flames turned blue—clear evidence that Frank had awakened and mastered his second form.
Faced with the sudden tail-stinger strike from the Kryptonian Xenomorph, Frank caught it single-handedly and raised the Judgment Spear, unleashing a barrage of enchanted bullets.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The enchanted bullets were as powerful as missiles, blasting the Kryptonian Xenomorph deep into the ground.
Once the magazine was emptied, it took a moment for the flames of judgment to reload.
Frank strode straight into the crater, stopping before the Kryptonian Xenomorph.
"You are guilty."
In the next moment, the flames in Frank's eye sockets swirled into vortexes as he activated the Eye of Judgment.
But then—
"Hmm…"
Frank faltered mid-activation, suddenly realizing a fatal flaw—
The Kryptonian Xenomorph had no eyes.
Squelch!
Before he could react, the stinger—like a spear—pierced through Frank's back and burst out of his chest. This time, it was the Kryptonian Xenomorph's turn to strike back.
Although the creature's gray-white skeletal armor had sustained damage under the barrage of enchanted bullets, it still wasn't enough to deal a fatal blow.
Elsewhere on the battlefield, everyone was at a disadvantage.
The most critical factor? The Kryptonian Xenomorphs could fly.
Hela tried to ascend and unleash a lightning storm from the skies, but was immediately swarmed by dozens of the Xenomorphs.
"DIE!"
With a furious roar, Uxas thrust his spear straight through a Xenomorph's body—
Only for its tail to impale his chest in the same instant.
At death's door, Uxas's face went ashen, his eyes filled with unwillingness and regret—as though he still longed for the sovereign power of Apokolips.
The heavily wounded Kryptonian Xenomorph, basking in sunlight, could recover fully so long as the injuries weren't instantly fatal.
"Hela! Bless Mjolnir to protect the team—and then give it to me."
Allen continued crafting cages to restrain the Xenomorphs and buy time, a countermeasure already forming in his mind.
"You sure about this?" Hela frowned.
As the Goddess of Death and commander of Asgard's armies, she had seen countless wars—but never something this troublesome. These enemies were essentially unkillable.
If this stalemate dragged on, they might really perish here.
"I'm sure," Allen said solemnly. "You can call me crazy, but don't call me stupid."
No matter how deranged he might be, he wasn't about to gamble with his life.
It's not like Allen had a death wish—otherwise, he wouldn't be roaming around a mental institution. He'd have been strapped down 24/7, never getting the chance to touch a computer and get electrocuted into another world.
"I'll trust you this once."
Hela's body erupted with divine death energy, forming a protective shield that repelled the swarming Kryptonian Xenomorphs. Lifting Mjolnir to her lips, she whispered:
"Mjolnir, protect my teammates. And I grant Allen the right to wield you."
With that, she hurled Mjolnir toward Allen.
He reached out and caught it.
In that instant, his very being ascended—his mortal soul elevated to divine stature, and his aura transformed dramatically.
Soaring into the sky—
Allen's eyes glowed with lightning, cold and merciless like a true god.
"Lights out."
The Blackout Protocol began.
Centered on Allen, a field of darkness radiated outward, engulfing the battlefield.
Since the Kryptonian Xenomorphs regenerated under sunlight, Allen used his Lantern Ring's blackout domain to block all light.
Instantly, the Xenomorphs in midair locked their sights on Allen, realizing he was the true threat.
"Face the divine punishment of the Supreme Thunder God!"
As soon as the words left his lips, Allen hurled Mjolnir—then executed the Ekern Form's opening gesture.
His teammates, finally catching a breath, watched in stunned disbelief—
Countless Mjolnirs rained down upon the Xenomorphs from the skies above.
The Ekern Form could generate endless clones—it didn't have to replicate Allen himself. It could also replicate objects. Allen had mimicked a move from What If…?, where Doctor Strange used this technique.
Of course, his own strength wasn't enough to sustain such a spell.
But with the divine power of Mjolnir enhancing him, the move was fully viable.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!!
The sky darkened as a thunderstorm of hammers pounded down, torrential and terrifying.
The Kryptonian Xenomorphs had no way to dodge.
Thanks to Hela's blessing, the hammers instinctively avoided all teammates.
"How the hell did he come up with this?"
Hela stared, shocked beyond words. She couldn't fathom how someone could outdo her at using Mjolnir.
After all, the weapon had been forged by Odin himself and entrusted to her for divine warfare. It had practically never left her side.
But the gods of Asgard all shared a common flaw: their divine powers could only reach full potential within their own domains.
For instance, under the current circumstances, her death magic was less effective than Mjolnir.
Thus, every god needed a matching artifact for emergencies.
"I'm alive?!"
At that moment, Uxas miraculously stood up, bewildered as he touched his chest—
The gaping wound had completely vanished.
The other team leaders turned to Hela in disbelief.
As the Goddess of Death, could she actually bring people back from the dead?
"Don't look at me."
Hela shrugged helplessly. "I've got my hands full. I couldn't possibly save anyone—and I can only bring death, not repel it."
Which... made perfect sense. No wonder Asgard chose her to command their armies—her power lay in spreading death.
Uxas glanced sideways at the Lady of Death beside him. In his mind, death should include control over both mortality and immortality. He was proof of that.
"I didn't intervene," said the Lady of Death, eyes locked on Allen floating in the sky, as if trying to see through the secrets of his soul.
"Your captain secretly cast a resurrection spell on all of you. Even I can't override it."
[Killed Kryptonian Xenomorph. EXP +1500]
[Killed Kryptonian Xenomorph. EXP +1500]
[Killed Kryptonian Xenomorph. EXP +1500]
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After the furious storm of attacks, every last Kryptonian Xenomorph was annihilated.
Allen's warrior class shot up to level 21 in one go.
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[Character]: Allen (5/10)
[Class]: Lv21 Warrior
[Skills]
Weapon Mastery – Instantly proficient with any melee weapon.
Edge of War Lv1 – Weapon gains an extended attack range; increases by 10% per level.
Burning Blood of Fury Lv1 – Burns 1% blood per minute; boosts all stats by 100%. Increases percentage with skill level.
Blood Regeneration Lv1 – Doubles blood production through energy conversion. Stat increases scale with level.
[Time]: Year 1355, Void Realm
[Requirement]: Reach Lv120 to return to original timeline
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"Am I a legend or what?!"
Allen landed gracefully, striking a bodybuilder's pose.
The Kryptonian Xenomorph corpses were reduced to mush—utterly, completely dead.
Hela raised her hand, summoning Mjolnir back.
And then—
As Mjolnir's divine power left his body, Allen's eyes rolled back, and he collapsed to his knees, butt sticking out, a dazed expression of existential despair on his face.
"I… I've lived a full life… urgh…"
Clearly, the magical backlash had hit hard.
If Allen didn't have a constitution dozens of times stronger than a normal person, plus the boost from the River Styx Spring, he might've gone brain-dead on the spot.