Chapter 170: Allen vs. Merciless

Chapter 170: Allen vs. Merciless

Allen raised his right hand, and the lantern ring on his ring finger released a beam of green light. In an instant, it materialized into a voluptuous beauty with cascading waves of hair.

"Righty, go get 'em."

Righty's exquisitely unreal face turned to Allen, giving him a look of affirmation.

In the next moment, this goddess-like beauty's flowing hair transformed into countless terrifying, writhing vipers. In a flash, they grew into massive serpents that lunged at Merciless.

"Hiss... this isn't quite what I imagined."

Seeing the increasingly Lovecraftian Righty, Allen instinctively flinched in fear.

"Oh well, I, Allen, have never judged people by their looks. Monster girls are worth a shot."

As soon as he said that, he turned to Diana and asked with concern, "Your Highness, aren't you touched that I came to rescue you?"

"Mm... very touched."

Diana responded halfheartedly as she got up and began searching for her divine artifacts.

"Don't pretend to be calm anymore."

Allen looked at her knowingly and said, "When I summoned Righty just now, your eyes were full of jealousy. Why can't you face your true feelings? Running away won't solve anything."

Sigh... Allen let out a deep sigh, looking pensive. "The way you act all tough… it breaks my heart. It's like you're a stranger."

"You had your back to me the entire time you used the ring. How could you tell from my eyes that I was jealous?" Diana couldn't help but laugh and threw out a logic bomb.

Allen was instantly speechless.

His eyes grew serious, as though deeply contemplating how to answer that.

After a long pause, he forced out two words:

"Intuition."

"..."

Wow. That's impressive.

You can tell eye expressions with intuition?

"And who might this be?"

Hippolyta sized up Allen, now clad in armor. The lifted faceplate revealed a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, leaving her unable to place when she had seen him before.

"Mama, I'm Allen, Diana's fiancé. Sorry we're meeting like this." Allen said bashfully.

Mama!?

That overly mushy address sent shivers down Hippolyta's spine.

"He's the lunatic who sneaked onto the island decades ago," Diana chimed in, having just retrieved the God Killer Sword and the Lasso of Truth.

At once, Hippolyta was flooded with memories she'd rather forget.

Back then, Allen had snuck onto the island, dressed up in Amazonian armor, and pretended to be one of them. It was… unforgettable, to say the least.

"Mama, you're not going to object to what Nana and I have, right?" Allen asked with that trademark cheeky grin.

"Please don't call me 'Mama.'"

Hippolyta rubbed her forehead and gave a vague response: "I won't interfere in Diana's personal relationships."

"Got it, Mama."

Allen then turned to Diana. "What are you waiting for? Let's get married right here on the spot."

"Why don't you go have a psychotic episode over there instead?"

Diana cast a glance at Merciless still rampaging in the distance. "That guy's not dealt with yet."

"Didn't I beat Ares into the ground once already? This is just a cheap Bruce cosplay knockoff. I'll take care of him in no time."

Allen extended his hand. "Gimme."

"Gimme what?"

Diana raised a brow, unsure what he meant.

Given this guy's history of cross-dressing, it'd be awkward if he were asking for the Champion's Helm.

"The God Killer Sword and the Lasso of Truth—let me borrow them for a bit."

"Here—"

Now armed with two divine artifacts, Allen strode forth confidently to face the enemy.

Hippolyta looked conflicted and asked Diana, "You and him...?"

"There's nothing between us. He's a lunatic. I haven't lost my mind to the point of dating someone like him, stop imagining things. Don't ask about my business."

Diana hurriedly explained, not giving her mother a chance to probe further.

But the more she did that, the more suspicious Hippolyta became.

After all, she'd raised Diana—she knew her daughter's character inside out.

As the saying goes: denying is covering up, and covering up means you're avoiding something.

"I won't ask anymore. It's your life."

Hippolyta sounded like any concerned aging mother, then turned around and muttered, "But the age gap between you two is huge. You're thousands of years old, and he looks like he's barely in his twenties."

"Tch…"

At that moment, Diana looked just like a single woman being pressured into marriage.

"Enough, enough."

Hippolyta averted Diana's resentful glare and mumbled, "What if your child ends up with a mental condition?"

"Argh…"

Diana grabbed her hair in frustration, going full wild mane. Her breath stirred the messy strands, and her eyes burned like an enraged lioness.

Meanwhile, the Righty that Allen summoned with the lantern ring continued to battle Merciless. Thanks to the constant energy supply, she could endlessly regenerate, enabling her to keep up the fight.

Then Allen raised his left hand—and from the green ring emerged Lefty, another tall, curvy beauty with flowing waves of hair.

He really had a thing for this particular model.

"Lefty, take the God Killer Sword and cut him down."

Allen offered the divine weapon, but Lefty turned away arrogantly and said, "Hmph, I don't like using another woman's stuff."

"Then I won't summon you next time."

Faced with Allen's threat, Lefty snatched the sword and charged Merciless without protest.

Of course, it was all just Allen's delusion.

It was really just him using both hands—one being proud, the other being submissive.

In truth, if he activated the blackout protocol, cloaking Themyscira in darkness, he could summon an endless army of monsters.

But Allen didn't do that because the blackout protocol absorbed light, which would disable the powers of his Green Ring.

Holding the Lasso of Truth in both hands like a jump rope, Allen bounced closer and mocked, "Hey, Heartless Iron Hand, aren't my current and ex just badass?"

"I'm Merciless, dammit!"

Facing two manifested opponents, Merciless remained calm, though he was too entangled to strike at the ring wielder.

"Sure thing, Heartless Iron Hand."

"Got it, Heartless Iron Hand."

"No problem, Heartless Iron Hand."

Allen kept jumping in place like he was playing, showing not the slightest hint of seriousness.

"Die!"

Merciless stomped hard.

The ground cracked open, spewing lava.

"I dodge!"

Allen leapt backward, avoiding the lava burst.

More lava columns erupted in rapid succession, almost as if they were tracking him.

Spreading his wings, Allen soared into the sky, finally outpacing the lava's pursuit.

"You think it's over?"

Merciless sneered. "It's only just begun."

"Rise, Undead Legion."

The lava fissures didn't seal. Molten rock continued to flow, and from its depths, twisted figures slowly crawled out—cloaked in deathly aura, as if they'd returned from hell itself.

They were the souls Merciless had slaughtered, now enslaved as undead puppets by divine power.

"That's so badass."

Allen's nostrils flared with envy. "Almost as cool as my own summoning."

"Such a shame."

Crossing his arms, Allen smirked. "I'm done pretending. Back in the day, I played Sword of Archangel, and I was a VIP god-tier whale."

"Look! An angel!"

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