Chapter 171: Allen Defeats the Merciless

Chapter 171: Allen Defeats the Merciless

In the void, a portal of shimmering light appeared.

From within stepped five angels, each exquisitely crafted and extraordinary in presence.

"Are those... real angels?"

Hippolyta looked on in disbelief.

The Celestial Kingdom was no less powerful than the Olympian gods, and its members often roamed the human world.

Of course, they never interfered in mortal affairs—except when it came to demons from Hell.

"They're not real angels."

Diana, born of the bloodline of a divine king and endowed with godlike powers, could see the true nature of things.

In her eyes, the angels Allen summoned were elemental lifeforms, composed entirely of light elements.

Still, such intricate magic made Diana feel Allen was growing ever more enigmatic.

With a flick of his hand, Allen cast blessings upon the angels—

Guardian's Embrace, Light's Aegis, Holy Flame's Might.

"Please put on your sunglasses—I'm about to activate my Ultimate Radiance special effect."

As he spoke, Allen burst forth with a glow of pale white light, forming a radiant domain that covered a radius of over a thousand meters around him.

Divine Domain skill.

Within this domain, all priest-type skills were enhanced by 100%.

In an instant, the five angels descended like divine beings, sweeping across the battlefield to purge the undead below.

Each type of angel wielded different abilities, forming a complementary synergy when working together.

The power of light completely countered the undead's negative energy.

Especially with Holy Flame's Might, the Sacred Flame granted true damage against dark-type creatures.

"You've got quite the arsenal,"

the Merciless muttered, growing visibly more serious about the opponent before him.

"I've got, like, a billion talents. Gotta thank the homies on the streets for the support,"

Allen said as he flipped down his mask, voice buzzing with mock seriousness.

"It's time for a good ol' man-to-man bro-battle."

"I'll grant you that wish."

The Merciless stopped holding back, forcing away the clinging energy constructs and thrusting one hand deep into the magma below.

Allen recoiled in shock. "Whoa—come on, just because I'm better-looking doesn't mean you need to get all self-destructive!"

But instead of harming himself, the Merciless pulled from the molten rock a savage, brutal-looking warblade.

Forging weapons from magma—this was one of his abilities.

Squelch!

With a single slash, the blade seemed to sever the fabric of the world itself.

Lefty, who had just charged forward, was instantly cleaved in half.

"No! My beloved—uh…"

Allen started to scream in grief, then immediately froze mid-performance, forcing a sheepish grin.

"My ex, actually. Chop her all you want—I don't care at all."

The Merciless casually sliced apart an oncoming giant serpent.

"Even if you have two Lantern Rings, even with a beast's empowerment—I still don't see you as a threat."

In that moment, he stood like a war god incarnate, a being who could not be opposed.

Nothing before him could withstand the slash of his blade.

"I don't need some ion shark. I fight with pure imagination."

Allen simply liked the Lantern Rings for their utility; whether or not he had a Lantern Beast didn't really matter.

Suddenly, his tone shifted to something somber.

"I was once a child who believed in light."

"DIGA!!"

He raised his left arm to the sky, unleashing a beam of green light.

Boom—

A towering figure, 40 meters tall, descended from the heavens.

Allen had manifested Ultraman Tiga, puffing with pride as he introduced him:

"From the M78 Nebula—Ultraman! Getting nervous yet?"

"Tiga, hit him with your Power Type Zepellion Ray! Light him up!"

Hah—

The green-light-formed Tiga crossed his arms in front, then lowered them.

The energy beacon in his chest shimmered with a green glow, and as he spread his arms, radiant streams of light rippled outward—

Squelch!

Before the attack could even fire, the Merciless launched a sneak attack.

His body was like a cannonball, piercing straight through Tiga's chest, his warblade slicing through the energy construct with ease.

"Lights-out protocol."

Without hesitation, Allen activated one of his Wraith Lantern Ring's powers.

Clearly, the Green Lantern Ring's power couldn't rival the divine strength of the Merciless.

A frontal clash would only end in death—so Allen immediately shifted tactics.

Darkness descended upon all of Paradise Island.

Allen vanished into the shadows.

A head-on fight would've meant instant death from a single blow—so the extremely self-preserving Allen opted for stealth mode.

The Merciless scanned the surroundings, trying to spot his opponent.

But even within this darkness, he could no longer sense the ring-bearer's location.

Suddenly, venomous snakes began slithering up his legs from the ground.

"Show yourself and die!"

He lashed out in fury.

His power was built for head-on confrontation—he could absorb the force of attacks and return them tenfold.

But against elusive and cunning foes like this, he found himself unable to unleash his full potential—a frustrating, powerless feeling.

The snakes multiplied rapidly, as if he had fallen into a breeding pit during peak mating season.

They writhed and tangled over each other, an overwhelming swarm that made the skin crawl and the blood run cold.

"I'm not coming out. Say the magic words: 'Oh brave prince, reveal yourself,'"

Allen's voice echoed from all directions, impossible to trace.

The Merciless hacked wildly, watching in horror as his body was soon covered in snakes.

Slicing one in half only caused it to split into two more.

At this rate, the number of snakes would only grow.

Suddenly, a realization struck him—

This seemingly deranged lunatic was clearly stalling for time, waiting for the Justice League to take out the other Dark Knights and come to his aid.

As if he'd read his thoughts, the Merciless abruptly decided to retreat for now.

He would return when the time was right to level Paradise Island completely.

But as he lifted his leg, he realized that the snakes coiling around him had transformed into chains, locking his movements in place.

Just as he raised his blade to break free, he was shocked to see the snakes around his arm had also turned into chains.

In that instant, all the writhing snakes fused and transformed into iron chains formed from green light. One end was anchored to the shadows beyond.

"You won't imprison me!"

The Merciless gripped his weapon tighter, pulling hard to break the bonds.

But from the darkness emerged gigantic beasts, each bound by a chain around its neck, dragging and restraining him.

A moment later, hundreds—no, thousands—of chains surged from the shadows, binding every limb, locking his whole body down.

It felt like he was struggling against the force of a thousand stampeding elephants.

Whizz—

A golden lasso suddenly appeared, strikingly distinct from the others.

It wrapped precisely around the Merciless's helmet—and Allen stepped out of the darkness.

"You've lost."

Allen grinned mischievously.

"I know your power comes from that war god's helmet."

Damn it!

How did he know that!?

The Merciless was internally shaken.

He had never told anyone this secret.

Since the destruction of his universe, he'd never once removed that helmet.

Every person who had ever known the truth—was already dead by his hand.

Allen yanked on the Lasso of Truth, and the war god's helmet came off.

"No—!"

Beneath the helmet was a weathered, aging face—Bruce.

His expression was filled with terror and despair.

Hiss…

As he opened his mouth to scream, a venomous snake dove straight into his throat.

"Another Dark Knight down."

Blegh—

Allen held up the war god's helmet, brought it to his nose, and nearly vomited.

"Damn, man—do you not wash your hair? This helmet reeks. How am I supposed to wear this?"

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