Combined subordinates totaled nearly five hundred. To let some massive-bodied fellows—like Grudd—pass through smoothly, Thea raised and widened both sides considerably.
Viewed from a distance, it resembled a miniaturized Dark Portal. This teleportation gate was also an experiment for her. Emotion energy merged with magical power. Constructed materials connected with magic. Magic convergence points protected by constructs.
Traditional Lanterns' constructs would immediately dissipate when emotion energy maintenance ceased. Thea input some emotion beforehand, then wrapped it with magic. This teleportation gate could persist half a day even without her maintenance.
"Everyone, we depart! Don't touch local natives. Anyone wearing yellow and attacking us—kill on sight!" After carefully checking coordinates, Thea turned back to order.
According to the advance plan, Deadman went first. Even if Arsona betrayed them, he could possess and control her.
Then Fiora and her subordinates. The shrewd female deputy could fight and endure, sufficient for all scenarios. After that came Earth warriors and Grudd. Thea looked around—no oversights—then stepped through.
Arriving on the other side, the expected fierce battle scene didn't appear. Arsona seemed quite trustworthy after all.
Thea parted the crowd and emerged. Though she disliked this outfit, today she came to take over the Corps. She still changed into that somewhat embarrassing tight combat suit.
"What's the current situation?" Thea asked the equally fully-armed Arsona. This planet's defenses were too comprehensive. Metal interference, various electromagnetic interference—all affecting her super-vision. She wanted to find the Yellow Lanterns' Central Battery. After trying hard for ages, she hadn't found it.
Sinestro's "intimate friend" looked at Thea's yellow combat suit. Her pupils slightly contracted. She quickly dispelled unnecessary emotions and spoke loudly. "Come to our command center. Those Yellow Lantern scoundrels are destroying our cities everywhere."
Bringing Deathstroke and Fiora—two with battlefield experience—Thea came to Korugar resistance's frontline command.
One could see Sinestro wasn't completely unprepared for possible rebellion. He'd equipped his people with some weapons targeting ring hard-light constructs. However, Korugar had been peaceful too long. Many Yellow Lantern members were notorious bandits. Events happened suddenly. The resistance lost fifteen cities in an extremely short time. Large numbers of elite died in the first wave of impact.
If Thea didn't intervene promptly, their destruction or enslavement was only a matter of time.
"Do you know about the Central Battery?" Thea worried her expression wasn't clear. She directly water-mirrored a ring-charging lantern to show her.
"A thing a hundred times bigger than this. Have you seen it? Know where it is?"
Arsona really had seen it. After all, a several-hundred-meter-high, entirely golden-glowing lantern was hard not to notice. Sinestro might hide small things, but something this massive had high placement requirements.
"I've seen this thing. Seems to be deep underground in Sitru City. Sinestro hollowed out twenty kilometers underground, placing many things." Arsona recalled. "What will you do?"
"My ring can control the Central Battery. It will recall all energy from all rings. Afterward, dealing with some unarmed alien criminals—surely your resistance can handle that?"
"If rings lose power, what about you all?" Arsona's meaning was obvious.
Thea smiled brilliantly. Even Arsona, also female, looked slightly dazed. "Haha, for Sinestro's Corps, rings are everything. With rings they have everything. But for me and my subordinates, this is just one method."
"We've crossed distant star seas, traveled through time and space, witnessed civilizations' changes and iterations. Mere ring abilities are too insignificant for us! Haha—"
Arsona didn't understand anyway. Thea's boasting cost no taxes. She self-promoted thoroughly—listening to these words without seeing the person, one might think she was New Genesis's Highfather!
Arsona's eyes filled with stars. Wanting to disbelieve, but the previous cross-light-year communication and teleportation made her realize this woman possessed capabilities Sinestro lacked. No longer dwelling on ring issues, she explained in detail what they needed to note going to Sitru City.
Half an hour later, Thea's assault team had reached the city outskirts.
Ahead were various detection devices. She didn't quite dare charge in under invisibility spells. Five hundred people's invisibility spells required exceptionally high magical power.
Thea planned to split some people for feints, remaining people assaulting the city.
Deathstroke stopped her, signaling Terra forward.
Only eight or nine years old, Terra had been dragged to alien planets for combat. Ordinary girls would've fainted from fright long ago. However, this girl was quite strong. Seeing Deathstroke watching her, she pressed both hands to the ground somewhat nervously.
"RUMBLE—" An extremely muffled sound came. She controlled earth continuously turning over. Solid ground seemed to be playing with her. Several tons of earth and rock automatically flew out. Before everyone's eyes appeared a pit seventeen or eighteen meters deep and ten meters wide.
Oh! Not bad ability! Thea currently hadn't absorbed Gaia divinity. She could only cast simple earth-attribute spells. Digging pits and burying people in daily study and life was possible. This kind of large-scale earth vein movement—somewhat like Earthquake plus Rupture spells plus Silence spell combined—Terra's smokeless, fireless release was unthinkable.
If they could dig underground silently, that would save much trouble.
Using x-ray vision to check—not too far from Sinestro's underground base. Digging at an angle, under two thousand meters distance.
"Good girl. This will restore her stamina. Tell her to dig at an angle downward following my indicated location." This little girl was too young, not worth her expending effort. When she matured needed at least five or six years. Too long.
Thea tossed Deathstroke a stamina-restoring gem. His subordinate—better he command.
Deathstroke was excited. As Thea's subordinates' talents increased, his importance was trending downward. Desperately needing to prove his value, bringing nine-year-old Terra out took resolve.
"Mm." Deathstroke nodded heavily at Terra. Because of her metahuman ability, from childhood she'd been treated as an outsider in the village. If Deathstroke hadn't passed through and saved her, villagers would've burned her to death.
Seeing she'd gotten Deathstroke's signal—like anime characters desperately needing recognition—her psychology filled with motivation. Eyes emitting brilliant light, ability running at full power, she dug deeper following Thea's markers.
The young miss had zero guilt about employing child labor, continuously remote-controlling.
"Ten degrees left."
"A bit lower..."