After ten minutes of the underage girl's struggle, she'd opened a passageway one thousand meters deep and ten meters wide.
Terra's ability consumed mental and physical power. Stamina had technological drugs supplementing. Mentally, Thea helped unlock part of her mental power. Considering her young age, she didn't force growth—just slightly improved it a bit.
First checking the tunnel bottom—discovering no traps—only then did Thea lead this five-hundred-person super-large tomb-raiding team into the underground palace. No, Sinestro's "Batcave."
Along the way they saw no traps, just encountered many alert devices. Large numbers created unavoidable problems. Some mercenary inadvertently stepped on a mechanism. Sharp alarm sounds immediately rang from the walls.
"Forget it, charge straight southwest!" Thea only saw that direction blocked her x-ray vision. The Central Battery must be there. On one hand contacting Arsona to launch surface attacks attracting some enemies, on the other hand casting a super-large-range group acceleration spell on the tomb-raiding team's assembled heroes, beginning to race time with the enemy.
The large force rushed ahead four or five minutes. At a crossroads, numerous Yellow Lanterns blocked them.
One could see the other side also assembled hastily—under a hundred people. Among them was "Slime," whose body consisted of corrosive liquid—one of the few official Yellow Lantern members Thea had seen. It could borrow abilities from corpses its liquid wrapped. This thing was hard to measure by human meaning of good and evil, because it didn't even count as a lifeform. Betrayal was even more irrelevant—it probably lacked the concept.
This area greatly interfered with vision. Thea couldn't see the Yellow Lantern Corps' Despotellis—the Corps' deadliest killer, a supervirus only observable by microscope.
"The enemy might have a microscopic enemy. Have your plants start searching." Thea turned to instruct Poison Ivy. Plants had sensory systems different from creatures—most skilled at searching for microorganism-like enemies. Some plants could even release interferons—lethal to viruses.
The opposing crowd stirred chaotically. A sallow-faced, five-meter-tall burly alien stepped forward.
"Book of Parallax controller, have you come to congratulate me on occupying Korugar and inheriting Corps leadership?" The alien's orange-red eyes automatically looked toward Thea.
"Who are you?" Thea pretended ignorance while understanding perfectly. She recognized this massive fellow at a glance—little Mongul, or Mongul II. His father, old Mongul, had invaded Earth's Coast City in Thea's memory. But in this timeline—whether brain-damaged or off medication—old Mongul had led his supposedly universe-conquering army in a mighty charge to attack Oa.
Ganthet one-on-one couldn't defeat the Spectre, but this didn't mean the Guardian little blue men were weak. Rather, the Spectre—God's Spirit of Vengeance—was too strong. Moreover, Oa had not just Ganthet. Six other equally powerful Guardian little blue men, plus 7,200 official Green Lanterns, considerable reserves, and a few body-modified elite Honor Guard Green Lanterns.
Such formidable power—mysteriously confident Mongul crashed straight into it. This wasn't the post-Blackest Night Green Lantern Corps led by Hal Jordan with only a handful of members.
Greeting him was the Green Lantern Corps at full strength. The green ocean covering entire Oa directly pulverized his invincible army. Also shattered to pieces: his thousand-forged body that could trade blows with Superman. Over ten thousand people beating him alone resulted in his head entering Oa's trophy room.
Sinestro had taken in his son—the fellow now standing before Thea.
This one—had to admit his genes, physique—genuinely gifted. Others wore one ring. He probably felt the effect insufficient. Same-attribute temporary rings—wore a full four.
Normal people needed strong willpower for one ring. Like Thea initially wearing different colored rings required different emotions—still different from this fellow wearing four.
Sinestro, Hal Jordan—all iron-willed people. When had they ever worn two same-colored rings?
Simply unnecessary. Emotion output per unit time was fixed for each person. Wearing four same-colored rings' advantage probably just maintained continuous fire. When one ring's energy depleted, switch to the next! Or one ring constructs offense, another defense.
At least Thea could only think of these functions. Benefits existed slightly. Disadvantages were great. It doubled emotional consumption for individual ring bearers. It lacked universality.
This Mongul II seemed to Thea somewhat neglecting fundamentals for trifles. The powerful body and mental power inherited from his father—he'd consumed on rings.
In the original timeline, this guy also betrayed, getting instantly killed by Sinestro who'd tampered with rings. Thea currently lacked this method. However, she felt dealing with this fellow who'd abandoned family techniques to play with rings wasn't too troublesome.
His dad could clash with Superman. His body genes should also be strong. Must control attack intensity shortly—best preserve the corpse for reference.
Mongul II didn't know his full story had been exposed. The young miss planned to take his corpse back for research.
Like wanting to quarrel with someone, he roared red-faced and frantic. "I am Mongul, Korugar's ruler, tomorrow's Universal Emperor!"
Thea snorted mockingly. Her laughter was somewhat harsh. With severely damaged self-esteem, Mongul extended his waxy yellow left hand. A construct warhammer formed from fear energy smashed toward Thea.
Interesting. The opponent wasn't brainless. His attack still had some merit. Four layers! With just a glance Thea saw this construct had some deceptiveness. Looking ordinary from outside, actually internally composed of four nested constructs.
Temporary rings' emotion construct bonuses were too thin. Mongul couldn't work on quality, could only purely pursue quantity.
However, these were meaningless before absolute strength. Fiora stood beside Thea. Seeing the massive warhammer smash over, her expression unchanged, she casually punched, directly shattering the construct. Three layers, four layers, or five layers made little difference to her.
This move directly shocked the opposing Yellow Lanterns. Not relying on emotion energy, not relying on tech equipment—just casually punching to shatter what they considered invincible Mongul's attack. The Yellow Lanterns composed of villains couldn't help their morale stalling.
Thea's side originally outnumbered them. This waning and waxing—the opposing side looked even more inadequate.
"The big guy leading—leave a whole corpse. Kill all the others!" Thea said lightly.
Her words just fell. The greatly personality-changed, violence-inclined Livewire charged out first. This underground base had extremely abundant electrical equipment. She directly rushed into enemies. Silver-white electric current began raging through the crowd.