Chapter 286: Allen Defeats the Seven Lantern Corps
"Tiger, Rat, Boar, Horse, Dragon, Snake, Dog, Monkey, Bird…"
Hidden within the domain of darkness, Allen was the only one who could still see the Lanterns flailing about in panic.
After all, as the master of the Sinestro Lantern Ring, it would make no sense for him to go blind in his own darkness.
With that final word spoken—
Allen spread his arms wide, and countless clones separated from his body.
The form of Ekern had become part of his standard arsenal.
Had the Lanterns been able to see, they would have been baffled by the sight of hundreds upon thousands of Allens sneaking behind them like mischievous pranksters.
"Secret Technique: One Thousand Years of Death!"
"Ah!"
"Ah! Ah!"
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
...
At the same time, over a thousand Lanterns felt an excruciating, soul-rending pain erupt from their behinds. Especially caught off guard and completely unprepared, many of them were sent flying three to five meters high.
In an instant, cries of agony echoed everywhere.
The Lanterns who hadn't been hit were even more terrified.
"What's going on?!"
"Damn it! He's attacking us from the shadows!"
"We need a plan—if this continues, we're all going to die here!"
...
The Lanterns burst into frantic discussion, voices overlapping in chaos.
Amidst the relentless wails of pain, only Gillian felt secretly relieved. At least she wasn't the one writhing in shame this time—and, admittedly, she took a perverse satisfaction in their suffering.
"Cover your butts, everyone!"
Having already endured one humiliating experience, Gillian shouted a loud warning.
From the painful cries and descriptions, the rest quickly pieced together the truth: their depraved assailant was a twisted lunatic who didn't just crush flowers—he targeted backdoors.
Huh!?
Swimming through the darkness, Allen noticed the remaining Lanterns had already gone on the defensive. His brows furrowed into a deep crease.
"Tiger, Rat, Boar, Horse, Dragon, Snake, Dog, Monkey, Bird…"
His chant echoed again, a demonic mantra worming into their ears.
"Don't panic, just keep covering yourselves," Abin Sur said reassuringly.
Having seen Gillian's earlier disgrace firsthand, he believed they now had a solid countermeasure.
Indeed, covering your behind with one hand was an ironclad defense—rendering that cruel, juvenile technique known as One Thousand Years of Death totally ineffective.
Unfortunately, they'd vastly underestimated the depths of Allen's shamelessness.
"Super Finishing Move: Monkey Steals the Peach!"
"Yowch!"
"Gyaaah!"
"Nnngh!"
An array of strange, contorted screams blended together—pain laced with an odd hint of… twisted bliss.
Allen looked down upon the 2,000+ Lanterns now strewn across the ground—half clutching their rears, half protecting their fronts—with an increasingly wicked gleam in his eyes.
Sinestro quickly asked, "What did he hit this time?"
"The front…," Abin Sur gasped, rolling on the ground with both hands pressed forward, sweat pouring from his forehead.
The front?!
The remaining unharmed Lanterns immediately reached down to guard themselves.
One hand behind, one in front—it was a posture that looked downright perverted.
Gillian reached forward instinctively, then paused as her hand met empty air. Realizing she was a woman and didn't even need to worry, she quickly shouted, "Ladies, don't panic. No need to protect the front."
Indeed, the victims of Allen's second sneak attack were all men—with certain anatomical features that could be… "targeted."
As for the women, between their legs was nothing worth reaching back for.
"Tiger, Rat, Boar, Horse, Dragon, Snake, Dog, Monkey, Bird…"
A third chant echoed, and even the prepared Lanterns trembled involuntarily.
None of them could predict which body part Allen might violate next.
With someone this shameless, every sensitive area was fair game.
"Final Technique: Immortal Plucks the Grape!"
With those words, screams erupted once again.
"Aaah!"
"Nooo!"
"Urgh!"
...
From his hiding place, Allen's pervy grin stretched from ear to ear. He rubbed his middle fingers and thumbs together, squinting his eyes with wicked delight.
"He's going for the chest now!"
"My hands aren't enough—I can't protect everything!"
"This bastard… does he have no morals at all?!"
...
The Lanterns could no longer maintain their usual composure. One by one, they exploded into curses.
Honestly, they were truly at their wits' end. What else could they do besides rage helplessly?
Their rings were sealed—they couldn't even flee.
"Don't be afraid! I've got an idea!"
Gillian shouted, "Everyone sit cross-legged! He won't be able to get us that way!"
"Great idea! We can guard the back and the front at the same time."
"As expected of the Violet Lantern Leader—so wise!"
"Haha! Let's all sit here until his ring power runs out!"
...
The moment her plan was spoken aloud, everyone agreed and quickly sat down in unison.
At that exact moment, Allen finally revealed himself.
Hovering high above, he looked down upon the cross-legged Lanterns with a look of utter disappointment.
"The dignity of Lanterns—what happened to it? What about your honor? Get up! Don't just sit there like bums waiting for handouts!"
Allen barked, frustrated by their behavior.
At last, their target had shown himself. Every Lantern fixed their eyes on Allen and, seeing the desperation on his face, couldn't help but feel a wave of satisfaction.
"He's rattled! That means it's working!"
"Look at him—completely out of options. This is great!"
"He's acting like a trapped dog now."
"Let's all mock him together!"
...
The Lanterns had finally found their outlet—taunting Allen back with gleeful vengeance.
Meanwhile, high above the unfamiliar planet—
A spaceship emerged from hyperspace.
"Why is this planet shrouded in darkness?" Yondu said with surprise.
Indeed, the dark domain had swallowed the entire world, making it look like a massive black orb.
"It's some kind of darkness field cutting off the outside world… but I can still sense Mjolnir down there," Hela said, gazing at the pitch-black sphere. Rather than acting rashly, she let Thanos scan it with the ship's systems.
"I'm getting nothing. Some unknown force is blocking our scans," Thanos said gravely.
"Where's my daddy? I want my daddy!" cried Ayesha, her golden twin braids swaying as she tried to rush off the ship.
Hela promptly shoved her back into her seat, sternly warning, "Don't move."
"Hmph!"
Ayesha pouted, on the verge of tears.
Back inside the domain of darkness, Allen's expression turned cold.
"Playtime is over."
With those chilling words, every Lantern felt a tremor in their chest—an overwhelming sense of danger creeping up their spines.
"Ultimate Technique: Earth-Spiking Lance!"
Seated cross-legged, the Lanterns were hit by a soul-piercing pain that surged through their entire bodies.
"GYAAAH!!"
Just moments ago they were gleefully taunting him—now they were flying into the air from sheer agony.
They had failed to escape yet another unspeakable strike.
"Heheheh… weren't expecting that, were you?"
Allen lifted Mjolnir, smirking as he said, "Now I'll heal your fragile little hearts… with lightning."
BOOOOM!!!
Blinding arcs of lightning burst out in all directions.
In that instant, the Lanterns could finally see their teammates—but bathed in electricity, all that remained visible was a glowing white skeleton.
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