Blackest Night descended

"There have always been only two kinds of envoys: Han envoys and all other envoys," Roland said, looking at the yellow-clad Dead Servant. "This is clearly the former."

"Oh?" Wonder Woman was taken aback. During the Han Dynasty, she was just a young girl who was about two thousand years old, and she didn't understand what this reference meant.

"What does that mean?" Carol was even more clueless and turned her curious gaze to Roland.

"Sinestro clearly wants us to kill this guy and then use that opportunity to declare war on the Violet Lantern Corps," Roland said seriously.

"Does Sinestro need a reason to start a war?" Wonder Woman asked, speechless.

"Aside from declaring war, I really don't know why I brought this yellowish thing here." Roland shrugged.

"Whoever the Sinestro Corps sends isn't yellow? How rude!" Dead Servant said irritably. "I'm here on behalf of the Sinestro Corps, the Blue Lantern Corps, and the Teal Lantern Legion to form an alliance with you."

"Huh?" Wonder Woman noticed the Ring on Dead Servant's hand. "----Has this world finally gone so mad that I don't recognize it anymore?"

"The Seven Lantern Corps certainly isn't very selective—but isn't that a bit too hasty?" Roland said. "You didn't come here hoping to get the Violet Lantern Ring, did you?"

"My girlfriend isn't even here, what would I need the Violet Lantern Ring for?" Dead Servant shrugged. "But it doesn't matter, it's just..."

"It just has to be green."

"You still can't let him go." Roland smiled.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey----" Dead Servant rolled his eyes.

"Alright, since you're already here, might as well make the best of it. I'll have the Zamarons arrange a place for you to stay," Wonder Woman said. "If any Zamarons take a liking to you, we won't mind."

"That sounds weird," Dead Servant rolled his eyes. "I'm not interested in those big blue guys."

"Really? You still care about this? You even accepted Colossus." Roland said in surprise.

"----goodbye."

Wonder Woman summoned two Zamarons attendants and had them arrange accommodations for Dead Servant, and also asked him to contact the four members Legion the Lantern Ring through the Ring.

"So this is the Amazons? I get the feeling you have more influence than their queen?" Dead Servant asked Wonder Woman, puzzled.

"Shh, don't say anything that's not good for unity." Roland patted Dead Servant on the shoulder.

"What's even stranger is why you have such a high opinion of me?" Dead Servant looked at Roland. "Shouldn't this race, which is mostly female, hate men?"

"They are the Violet Lantern Corps, representing love, not the Lesbian Lily Legion," Roland said irritably.

"Oh." Dead Servant nodded, raising the finger with the Blue Lantern Ring. "Oh, Ganthet sent a message, you guys receive it."

"Okay." Roland and Wonder Woman chatted as they sorted through the messages from the various light groups.

"I have a question," Dead Servant said. "The backstory has become a complete mess. Will Blackest Night still happen?" "If I remember correctly," he continued, "Blackest Night started with Black Hand robbing Batman's grave."

"Hmm—that is a problem." Roland thought for a moment, "So why don't we ask the amazing Superboy-Prime?"

"That makes sense." Dead Servant nodded and used the Red Lantern Ring to send a message to Superboy-Prime.

"Is Superboy-Prime a member of the Red Lantern Corps?" Wonder Woman asked curiously.

"It seems he's worn all nine of those Lantern Rings."

"Then you'll probably be around soon," Wonder Woman said to Roland after a moment's thought.

"What's fast?"

"Bring several Lantern Rings."

"----I don't know what you're talking about, but I think it's quite impolite."

A few Earth days later.

"Hey, why haven't I been able to reach you for so many days?" Roland contacted Superboy-Prime using the Orange Lantern Ring. "What are you doing?"

"Wait." Superboy-Prime's tone was somewhat strange, like someone telling a story in a pretentious manner, "Wait for the darkest night in the DC Universe to come."

"What are you talking about?" Roland was taken aback. "Why are you becoming Riddler too?"

"Ahem—don't you think this creates a better atmosphere?" Superboy-Prime coughed twice and said, "In the DC Universe, the seven emotions shared by all life forms constitute seven unique energies, and the group that controls these energies is called the Seven Lantern Corps."

"The agony of rage is red, the glory of Greed is orange, the fiery Fear's Dread Flame Willpower yellow, the might of will is green, the Compassion's Burning Radiance is cyan, the gleam of hope is blue, Love's Fragrant Aura is purple."

"And the nameless darkness will inevitably rise with the light, bringing suffering to all living beings."

"Well said." Roland clapped his hands. "It certainly has a certain atmosphere, but on second thought, the entire Blackest Night couldn't have caused as much destruction by you alone, so it's not all that great."

"Wrong." Superboy-Prime shook his head. "I can cause destruction, and I can stand on the side of good, but that's not something that will necessarily happen; but major events are different."

"Uh... for example?"

"For example, if I don't cause any trouble from beginning to end, readers won't find anything wrong with it, but if I don't write about the Blackest Night was foreshadowed starting in chapter 200, this book would be too amazing," Superboy-Prime said matter-of-factly.

"Oh." Roland nodded. "But like Dead Servant said before, the prequel to Blackest Night has been completely changed, hasn't it?"

"It doesn't matter," Superboy-Prime said nonchalantly, "As long as the Nekron successfully descends."

"What if I take care of Black Hand beforehand?" Roland asked curiously.

William Hand, the necrophiliac, was originally an ordinary member of a family in Coast City. However, due to his family's involvement in the funeral industry, he developed an abnormal fascination with corpses and things related to death from a young age, which worsened as he grew older. After his family sought help from psychologists multiple times, William began to hide his abnormality.

As the Blackest Night approached, he was summoned by death. Whispers of death and darkness echoed in his ears, driving him back to his home to kill all his family members. After killing them, Blackhand committed suicide, only to be resurrected by Scarface wearing the Black Lantern Ring, becoming the Nekron's incarnation before his resurrection and the leader of the Black Lantern Corps.

"Black Hand, a necrophiliac with a mental problem, is a fairly standard villain," Superboy-Prime commented. "In the original story's Blackest Night, he was barely acceptable as the incarnation of the Nekron, although he's far inferior to the Deadman in terms of status and character design. But—it's obvious there's a better candidate now."

"What?" Roland suddenly thought of a yellow blob, "But—this thing can't die, can it?"

"----Isn't that more suitable? And from a certain perspective, he could also be Evil Hal Jordan," said Superboy-Prime. "I can almost hear the author saying, 'I choose Wade; he's the one everyone wants!'"

"----Is that right?" Roland suddenly heard a cold chant in his ear. It was Dead Servant's voice, but it lacked its usual humor.

"The Blackest Night obscures the sun; darkness swallows the light as the sun waxes and wanes."

"Your heart will be ripped out, your soul stolen, and your life extinguished; the spirit of the dead will rise again to serve the mastermind."

"Turn off the green light and let the night return to darkness!"

"----Shouldn't it be extinguishing all colored light?" Roland suddenly paused, then saw Dead Servant, wearing Black Lantern Ring, flying towards the center of the Universe.

"Where did he go?" Wonder Woman was drawn over, just in time to see Dead Servant's departing figure. "Is he coming back for dinner?"

"I don't know." Roland's expression stiffened slightly. "Let's contact the other brigades. The Blackest Night has begun, and our final enemy has been identified— Wade Winston Wilson!"

"Okay, let Wade send them a message—" Wonder Woman suddenly paused, "Wait, what did you just say?"

Roland repeated what he had just said, leaving Wonder Woman even more confused. "So—in the end, we have to deal with..."

"Is it a messenger who has contacted all the lantern troupes?"

"Right." Roland sighed, "On the bright side, at least Bruce is still alive, and his skull wasn't robbed and he wasn't resurrected as Black Lantern Corpses."

Earth.

A swarm of Black Lantern Ring swarmed into the cemetery like Fly, and the corpses that should have been lying in the graves began to move, including Batman's father, Thomas Wayne.

"The Blackest Night obscures the sun; darkness swallows the light as the sun waxes and wanes."

"Your heart will be ripped out, your soul stolen, and your life extinguished; the spirit of the dead will rise again to serve the mastermind."

Thomas, carrying a Black Lantern, led a group of Black Lantern Corpses toward the Wayne Manor.

"Strange, didn't I already resurrect? How can another version of myself crawl out of the graveyard?" Thomas from the Flashpoint World was puzzled, but there was no point in thinking about it now.

Flashpoint Thomas takes down a sword hanging on the wall, a piece of jewelry that Batman recently bought as a decoration. It was made in the Middle East and forged by Ra's al Ghul Gur, the leader of the League of Assassins and the Demon's Head.

Under Cassandra's wise rule, the League of Assassins had long been struggling to make ends meet, and sometimes, in order to supplement their income and complete Cassandra's various missions, they had to sell some of Ra's al Ghul's collection.

As he drew his sword, Flashpoint Thomas suddenly felt a tremor in his soul, countless memories of battle flooded back, and his eyes sharpened.

The Black Lantern Corpses surrounded him, but were slashed away by the surging Sword Aura in the next moment.

"Grandpa!" Damian ran back desperately, carrying two children on his back, just in time to see the Black Lantern Corpses being cut down. "This sword is—Grandpa? No, it's Grandpa?"

Damian was somewhat confused; he felt that something was amiss.

"Damian, are you alright!" Flashpoint Thomas's heart skipped a beat when he saw Damian.

"I'm fine." Damian looked warily at the Black Lantern Corpses. "Let's go!"

"Thomas, where are you going? Don't leave me!" A familiar voice rang out, making Thomas's hands tremble uncontrollably. "Martha, is that you?"

"It's me, Thomas! Why did you leave me all alone?" Martha Wayne's Black Lantern Corpses cried out, staring intently at Flashpoint Thomas. "I was shot in that alley, how could you—"

Black Lantern Ring can possess corpses, steal their memories and abilities, and appear before those who remember them. Since Black Lantern Ring cannot replenish their energy from other energy sources, they must devour the colored light energy of other lanterns or consume the hearts of living people to obtain their emotional energy. Therefore, Black Lantern members often enjoy revealing the secrets of their close friends and relatives in life to torment them and thus evoke their emotions.

But upon hearing this, Thomas's expression changed drastically, as if Batman had seen the Joker, and he instantly went into battle mode.

Rest in peace, Martha!

A flash of sword light appeared in the darkness, leaving Damian somewhat stunned. Was his grandfather really that powerful?

And the one who got slashed just now, wasn't that his grandmother?

The same scene played out in various parts of the Universe, with the most severe impact on Oa. Countless Black Lantern Ring flooded into the Green Lantern Corps' graveyard, and the dead Green Lantern returned as Black Lantern, controlled by Dead Servant, the incarnation of the Nekron, to attack Oa.

"No more green!" the Nekron solemnly proclaimed, announcing the extinguishing of the green light.

Atlantis.

"Arthur!" Black Manta, resurrected by the Black Lantern, roared and charged towards Atlantis, carrying countless corpses from the sea.

"Hey, when did you die?" Aquaman was still a little confused about the situation, but now was not the time to think about it. He immediately connected with all the oceans he could sense and found that the current situation was more troublesome than he had imagined.

"Arthur, what's going on?" Mera asked worriedly.

"It's alright, you can stay hidden in the Imperial Palace." The Aquaman closed his eyes, and an incomparably vast Life Force suddenly exploded from his body, spreading to many parts of the sea.

The power of the Black Lantern Ring collided with this Life Force, instantly annihilating each other. Without the support of the Black Lantern's power, the Black Lantern Corpses returned to being ordinary skeletons.

This included Black Manta, who was filled with resentment but couldn't even last a breath against Aquaman. After being resurrected by the Black Lantern Ring, what he did was essentially moving a grave.

Central City.

"You guys stay here and don't move. Leave the rest to me," The Flash said to the Speedsters. He had already absorbed their speed and transformed into White Lightning Form.

This is the Speed Force of life itself; even death cannot catch up with it.

A white lightning bolt streaked across the Universe, a beam of light tearing through the darkest night.

Sector 666.

"Burning, crimson blood, drawn from the still-warm bones."

"Deep-seated hatred burns within you, paving your way to the Yellow Springs!"

"Now is the time! Let our Wrath ignite this deathly silence!" Superman rallied the Red Lantern Corps members, and they flew towards Oa.

Zamaron.

"Fear and confusion bind our hearts; in the Blackest Night, sleep eludes us."

"Slender fingers adorn themselves with rings, a solitary love fills the world with purple light!"

Wonder Woman also donned a Violet Lantern Ring, preparing to lead the Zamarons to rescue Oa.

"I suddenly want to change my Ring. The vow on the Violet Lantern Ring sounds much better than mine." Roland transformed into an orange light, standing out conspicuously among the purple lights.