American comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

The dark lightning still bombarded towards Luke and the others. The power surrounding the lightning made both Bruces' complexions change drastically. Whether it was Bruce who had experienced the battle against Thanos, or Bruce in the sick suit who had experienced the destruction of the universe, their minds went blank for an instant when the lightning struck.

Evade?

Not to mention that the thought didn't even cross their minds, even if they could maintain their will, they had nowhere to escape in the face of the spiderweb-like darkness that enveloped the surroundings as dark lightning.

The only thing they could sense was the power and horror of this force. Even the tip of any lightning bolt contained enough energy to easily destroy the entire solar system.

And at the speed of lightning, they would be vaporized almost instantly and then completely disappear into this universe. Even Bruce, who was completely wrapped in the Lantern Corps battle suit and protected by the suit, wasn't sure if he could survive.

But soon, Bruce realized something was wrong, his blank consciousness instantly regained the ability to think, and his physical senses were all normal. He opened his eyes, somewhat shocked at the apocalyptic scene before him.

The dark energy torrent filled his vision, and the black lightning seemed to explode in his mental world with a sound like great soundlessness, causing his tenacious spirit to teeter. The winding black lightning, when approaching them, was blocked by a honeycomb-like shield.

Each strike of black lightning would shake a shimmering hexagonal crystal shield out of the air, and then reappear after manifesting, and then re-hide, reappearing in the next strike.

So in the eyes of Bruce and the others, the appearing crystal shields were like shimmering scales exposed in the darkness with the movement of light, accompanied by the roar of dark lightning, like a magnificent movement, the scene was magnificent and shocking.

The magnificent hall made of unknown metal, on the contrary, withstood the devastation of this wave of dark energy. The doomsday-like lightning bombardment lasted for an unknown amount of time before it disappeared.

Barbatos gasped for breath. The burst just now also gave him a hearty and delightful feeling. He felt that he had killed those intruders, because the mental consciousness that bothered him in his mind had died down.

But soon, Barbatos realized something was wrong. He saw a dazzling energy, filling all his senses, which he extremely hated and feared, erupting from below in an unavoidable and inescapable posture, and bombarding him.

He didn't even have time to make the necessary defenses, because when he had this thought, a creepy [hee hee] sound suddenly rang from the depths of his mind, and then his energy and spirit momentarily lost control, losing the possible opportunity to prepare a response.

It was difficult for him to have the pain that flesh and blood life possessed, but at this moment, he truly experienced the boundless pain under the influence of some kind of force. An unknown energy gave him this sense, he felt his whole body burning under high temperature, his huge body hunched on the ground struggling in pain, accompanied by his heart-wrenching sound of pain.

The wailing lasted for a full few minutes before Barbatos staggered back to his feet. There were still obvious scars on his body, and above the scars, dark power lingered, fighting and conflicting with the energy on the wound.

That was a power completely opposite to his power, and its restraint on him was quite obvious. In that instant, Barbatos even thought of his own death. He couldn't imagine his own death, because the concept of death never existed in his thinking. He might have thought about going to the end of destruction with all the universes, but that was definitely not the death defined by life.

But just now, he felt the concept of death, the fear and dread of death by those short-lived species with limited lifespans. After he had this concept of death for the first time, this concept was inevitably deeply imprinted in his soul, in his thinking, in his body. He couldn't forget it, and he couldn't get rid of it. He even sensitively realized that in this short period of time, his mental consciousness seemed to have undergone many changes that he didn't understand, his perception of emotions was more sensitive, and his understanding of some terrible concepts was clearer.

He now even thinks about some random things, and has thoughts and emotions that he shouldn't have, such as worry, hesitation, and fear. And these seem to stem from the other personality that he has. The other party is carrying out a deep-level binding and erosion with him, and he has no way to resist this erosion that he doesn't know how to resist. At least for now, he is helpless about this change.

But the only thing that Barbatos is clear about is that the origin of all this is inseparable from the intruders below! Especially from the man in white strange clothes, who can't see his fate, and seems to be blown away by himself in one breath.

So Barbatos, who stood up, locked on Luke in the form of his reality manifestation as soon as possible.

"What did you do?" Barbatos's voice turned into a torrent and resounded in this space, the voice sounded chaotic and blurred, but the meaning was clearly understood.

"I just gave you more ideas and choices." Luke's voice also rang out, he stood below Barbatos, looked up at the mountain-like Barbatos entity, and asked again: "Take me to the World Forge."

Facing Luke's request again, Barbatos did not show malice and attack again this time, he even really began to think about whether to listen to Luke's words.

The emotion of hesitation made him feel caught off guard for the first time. He didn't know whether he should take Luke there. In his opinion, the World Forge belonged to his master, but after his master was killed, this place became his property. That was his most precious treasure! It was his source of power! He shouldn't let anyone touch the World Forge, especially these intruders who made him feel dangerous.

But not agreeing didn't seem good either. A lingering sense of crisis always hovered in his heart. It seemed that if he refused, his end would be worse. This feeling was inexplicable, but it really appeared in his thinking. So he had to treat Luke's words as carefully as his former master's orders.

This unprecedented conflict of thought made him feel at a loss for a while.