Chapter 368: A Super Group of Villains (Thanks to a Friend of the Author Who Does Not Wish to Be Named, You Zhu)
I am Mongo.
Everyone in the universe knows that the cosmic tyrant Mongo is an orange-yellow alien with a height of 2.43 meters and a weight of more than 510 kilograms. He is muscular, powerful, cruel and violent.
In most people's impressions, a character like me who is known for his sense of strength should be a powerful man. In addition, my title of "cosmic tyrant" and my actions of driving a war world (note: a planet-sized cosmic war fortress) to dominate the universe make people have a preconceived impression of me.
But in fact...
Hmm.
It can't be said that it is completely different from what others imagine, but it can only be said that it is roughly...similar?
First of all.
Weak trash should be used as stepping stones for me to sit under the throne, there is no doubt about this.
They have neither the will nor the motivation to become stronger. Even though I have painstakingly built a huge arena in the war world and let them kill each other every day in an attempt to inspire their will to become stronger, these pathetic weaklings only do what they can to get by. As long as they can survive in the arena every day, they are completely satisfied.
It is not terrible to be weak for the time being. As long as they are despicable enough, have enough perseverance and persistence, and constantly improve themselves, and cruelly and violently plunder resources from others to become stronger, the weak will sooner or later become strong.
And the most terrible thing is...
They never want to exercise their bodies and strengthen their strength. They never even take the initiative to learn those despicable strategies.
They never think about becoming stronger on their own initiative, and never think about how to improve themselves by all means. They just passively accept the external forces pushing them to run.
When facing the strong, they don't know how to kowtow and cheat those guys to get benefits to strengthen themselves, but hide far away, like a group of soft-bodied animals whose bones have been taken away.
Pah.
A group of unmotivated trash deserves to die in my arena.
Mungo thought.
And the weak who really have the heart of a strong, when facing a stronger one...
should do the same as him.
First.
This is the first one.
"Absolutely, absolutely don't underestimate the parallax monster. You must control the parallax monster, not be controlled by it. Your willpower is too weak. Even if I teach you how to weaken the parallax monster, if you want to control it, you must concentrate, or use other strengthening methods to make you stronger."
This is a building somewhere in the antimatter universe, Covard.
The huge Mungo sat alone in an empty room. Since this room was snatched from the original Covard people, Mungo's head almost hit the ceiling.
At this time, a very thin voice was speaking to Mongo. The voice seemed a little sharp, like someone being strangled by the neck, breathing in and out while speaking.
"And what's worse is that your understanding of fear is far behind Sinestro's. This means..."
The sharp voice devalued Mongo, but the tyrant of the universe smiled, as if he was not insulted at all. He listened carefully to the other party's evaluation, and then interrupted him:
"If you can choose Sinestro, you will definitely want to cooperate with him more, but unfortunately, what Sinestro wants is to replace the guardian of the universe and become the protector of the entire universe. He will never let a dangerous person like you out, right?"
He said:
"Only me. I only pursue power madly and don't care about the future of the universe. I will really fulfill my promise and release you from the cage only if you are lucky. So..."
He asked sincerely: "You said that my understanding of fear is not as good as Sinestro's, so how can I improve myself?"
He added: "I want a real improvement, not a forced improvement with external objects."
"... There is no way to improve. I can't do it."
Mongo's face immediately sank: "That's it? You are worthy of calling yourself the exiled guardian of the universe? The creator of the 666 sector massacre?"
Mongo deliberately wanted to provoke Caronna's anger in the hope that the other party would say something, but such a trick was simply a show of skill in front of Caronna, who had a lifespan of billions of years.
So Mungo finally had to give in and began to state the pros and cons:
"Mr. Karonna, you should be very clear..."
"I know that if you can't control the parallax monster, you can't break the cosmic egg that trapped me (Note: the cosmic egg, a kind of universe that is still in its embryonic form, is Karonna's prison) but I really can't help you improve your understanding of fear out of thin air."
Karonna's voice sounded:
"You know, this is about the willpower of a life, and this kind of thing itself cannot be interfered with by external forces."
Before Mungo continued to speak, the voice that called himself Karonna sped up and continued to bewitch:
"But once Sinestro is killed, the Parallax Monster will have no other choice but to possess you. He must think he can control you, but by teaching you how to control the Parallax Monster, you can temporarily seize control."
"Then, as long as you let me out, I can immediately take action to help you eliminate the control of the Parallax Monster, so that you can steadily and slowly train until the day when you can completely control the Parallax Monster with your own ability."
Mongo's face was gloomy.
The voice claiming to be Karona came to him not long ago. In order to gain his trust, he told him a lot of information about him.
Now Mongo already knows that this secretive Karona was once a member of the Guardians of the Universe, but because he was unwilling to give up his emotions, he parted ways with the Guardians of the Universe, and even created events such as the 666 sector massacre to prove to the Guardians that creatures without emotions cannot protect the universe.
(Note: Atrocitus, the Lord of Red Lanterns, is the only survivor of Sector 666)
He is now imprisoned in a cosmic egg, and he is eager to rescue him.
But the other party refused to reveal more information.
Mongo seriously suspected that the other party must have a way to control the Parallax Monster, but was unwilling to tell him.
However, Mongo did not choose to point this out, but continued: "But this way I am too dangerous, you must give me something else to ensure that I can face the Parallax Monster more powerful, otherwise I can't guarantee that I can complete your task-don't rush to complain, if you are really a scientist like you claim, you must have some powerful things in your hands.
Mongo tried to take more things out of the other party, and things went as he wished:
"I once forged a piece of equipment [Divine Power Glove]. It has been stored in the foundry of the Guardian of Oa for billions of years, and now it should be guarded by a Green Lantern named Shedd. ”
“If you get it, you will have the power to use green emotional energy without wearing a green lantern ring, and the power of this glove is not comparable to that of an ordinary ring. It can help you suppress the parallax monster.”
“Also, I have some tricks here that can help you fight the parallax monster, listen carefully…”
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More than ten minutes later, Mongo raised the yellow lantern ring and cut off the connection with Kalonna with satisfaction.
But there was no time to breathe, and he would soon receive the next guest.
Mongo opened the window and spread his legs. Soon, a green ring quietly flew into Mongo's room from the window along the corner of the wall like an adulterer.
“We must reduce the number of meetings, Mongo, otherwise it will be discovered by Sinestro.”
“Even if we reduce the number of meetings, you have to help me control the parallax monster, so that I can help you kill all the hidden people and rescue you from the Shadow Cabinet…”
“…Control the parallax monster? It’s very simple, I have a way to help you. I am the first person to control the emotional spectrum. And those damned guardians sealed me, and then..."
"This ring of disaster that I once made can help you..."
"...As long as Sinestro is killed, the parallax monster will have no choice..."
"How to kill Sinestro? It's very simple. The Qingdeng's Qingdeng energy can distort Sinestro's will and make him repent. At that time, he will beg you to kill him..."
"...And I said that I can control all emotional spectra...Abin Su has created the Qingdeng tribe, and their location is..."
After dozens of minutes, Mongo watched the ring fly out of the window with satisfaction.
It's time to receive the next guest again.
Mongo opened the hidden passage next to the room and walked along it for a while. In the innermost room, there was a corpse that was almost rotten, but the strange thing was that the corpse had obviously been here for a long time, but from the corridor to here, there was no smell at all.
Mongo stretched out his hand and knocked on the corpse.
"Death Storm, get up quickly. "
With a whoosh, the skeleton sat up in shock from his dying illness, and a red flame ignited on his head, as if someone had connected to him remotely.
"Mungo? I warned you that I am your ally, not your subordinate."
The voice of Death Storm came from the skeleton:
"I have helped you conceal the attack of the Divine Ring on OA Star from Superba for long enough. It is not my responsibility to delay it until it can no longer be delayed.
On the contrary, if Superba is more careful, he can easily detect that the Divine Ring lost contact much earlier than the time I reported, and then I will be in trouble. "
"Although Night Owl escaped this time because he did not seriously verify what I said, I will never help you do such a dangerous thing again. I have provided you with enough power of the Black of Decay, and I have fulfilled my responsibility as an ally no matter what. "
"One yellow lantern ring, 2.1 billion corpses, from a planet called Koruga that the Yellow Lantern Corps is about to destroy." Mongo's mouth curled up.
"And all this needs to be done by you after killing Sinestro. Only you can inject a huge amount of corrupt black power into his body. You are born an assassin."
"The corpse will be cashed in immediately after Sinestro's death. All the creatures on Koruga that have no potential to become strong will belong to you. The yellow lantern ring is a deposit, as an advance payment."
Without waiting for Death Storm to answer, Mongo continued: "Now calculate the time, the yellow lantern ring should be on Earth soon.
And I promise you that after everything is over, I will become the master of the Parallax Monster, control the entire Yellow Lantern Corps, and completely destroy the Green Lantern Corps and OA Star, you You can scatter the death in the entire universe at will, spreading your wet and sticky decaying black ... So, accept it? " Zizi ... Welcome to join the Mengo Legion! "" Good boy. "Monto said:" Good boy, good. "He said:" Welcome to join the yellow lantern legion ... my legion. " Only by strength can we truly complete the feat of snake swallowing such as backdoor resurrection, and truly change the Senito army into the Monto Legion. There, the face of Night Owl appeared on the screen.
Mongo stared at his eyes. Among the many allies who had formed an alliance with him, this one was the only one that worried him the most. Although he knew that the other party was just a mortal, he was surprised by the resources and things that the other party had used during the short period of contact.
"I can easily understand the purpose of others cooperating with me, but you, and only you, I can't figure out what you want to do."
The demands of Karona and Lantern No. 1 were very simple, that is, to release them from their own prisons.
Death Storm wanted to spread the energy called the Black of Decay in the universe, and this purpose was also easy to understand.
But the man in front of him...
His mind was like a bottomless pool of water. Comparing it with the intelligence from Death Storm, it was easy to find that Night Owl deliberately did not expose the fact that Death Storm delayed the information about the Divine Power Ring, but quietly let him go.
At that time, Mongo and Night Owl didn't even know who each other was.
"Death Storm is cooperating with you, right?"
"And I want to discuss a small cooperation with you." The Night Owl behind the screen seemed to be sitting in front of a computer. He supported his elbows on the table, crossed his fingers, and said: "My purpose is very simple."
"The stronger this universe is, the better."