"Tap, tap."
Sinestro's boots tapped on the crystal floor, making a crisp sound.
His back was straight as a javelin, and he stood still in the center of the circular table before giving a standard legionary salute.
"Your Guardians..."
" Sinestro."
Kallon's voice descended from above, directly interrupting Sinestro's greeting.
"You have crossed the line... You have uploaded dissenting opinions that could undermine morale to the main terminal without the approval of the council."
According to the laws of Oa, the Lantern Ring should be confiscated and the person should be immediately taken back to the reset track.
Sinestro's lips twitched almost imperceptibly, revealing a hint of mockery:
"Your Majesties... if this were truly a mere fabrication, you would not all be gathered here in this hall to discuss this matter."
If Your Excellency deems this truly an unforgivable act of treason, then the disintegrating beam should fall the instant the gravity well opens.
Therefore, there is only one reason why I am allowed to stand here—you are more eager for answers than I am.
Sinestro was absolutely right.
After speaking, the Guardians leaned back slightly and disappeared into the deeper shadows.
Korugar shook his head noncommittally and leaned forward slightly:
"Tell me your thoughts... Sinestro, you only have one chance."
Sinestro stood before the shadow cast by the light wall, his gaze slowly sweeping over each of the twelve floating seats.
Then he spoke:
"The parliament established a legion; what it needs to protect is order."
But for billions of years, the deities seem to have been avoiding a fundamental truth—
In the vast universe, no civilization behaves rhythmically out of admiration for justice.
As he spoke, he slightly raised his chin, looking straight up at the darkness above:
"The weak bow their heads because the price of disobedience is enough to destroy them... The barbarians lower their fangs to the legions because they believe that judgment will inevitably come."
Besides lofty will, fear is also what makes all beings aware of boundaries.
At this moment, the only sound in the hall was the rustling of his boots as he moved.
Legion training: 'Overcome fear'.
Fear itself is also a reproductive instinct, an indispensable part of the Spectrum etched into the universe.
As long as there is a body breathing in deep space, this turbid current will never dry up.
The Venerable One once kept the Parallax Monster under the Central Battery, drawing upon tens of thousands of wills day and night to wear it down and hold it fast...
But this is nothing more than a self-comforting attempt to mend the fence after the sheep have escaped.
As he spoke, Sinestro raised his right hand, his index finger hovering in the air, and pointed at the frozen pale blue lattice:
"A dam that can only passively withstand impacts, no matter how high it is built, will eventually be overwhelmed by the flood."
Since it is inexhaustible... why should it be regarded as filth and discarded?
As long as this lattice can be used stably, fear will no longer be a calamity, but rather the most effective executioner.
Sinestro withdrew his hand, straightening his back ramrod straight.
"What the legion needs... is not a cage that requires constant vigilance and consumes a lot of resources."
Rather, it is a compass that can keep three thousand six hundred star sectors in eternal order.
"So you want to release it? You should know that a part of it has already escaped from Oa..."
A female Guardians questioned.
No, quite the opposite... I want to tame it.
A hint of ambition and obsession flashed in Sinestro's eyes.
He proved that fear is not an untouchable poison...
We only need to create a ring with the Yellow Spectrum as its primary energy source as a supplement.
When the shield of will can no longer resist the temptation of the abyss, they can draw their fangs and borrow the power of the abyss itself.
The council chamber fell silent for the third time.
For a group of Maltus "people" who have completely detached themselves from emotions and are driven by self-interest and self-preservation.
The only thing they care about is stability.
Soon, Kallon moved.
He slowly floated down from the suspended platform and came to Sinestro.
"Logically, your proposal has a 37% feasibility rate."
He stood a meter in front of Sinestro, raising his pure white eyes.
"But there is one fatal flaw... The Yellow Spectrum is inherently Light of Parallax."
Oa does not have any energy storage devices with Yellow Spectrum.
The main body deep within the Central Power Battery cannot be extracted, thus exposing it to the ever-watchful Parallax.
Even the slightest leak was enough to drive the 30,000 trainees on the Oa River into a frenzy.
The only known, unique, and absolutely stable sample currently existing is that so-called Krypton orphan himself.
Upon hearing the word " Krypton," Sinestro seemed to recall some unpleasant memories.
My eyelid twitched suddenly:
"Your Excellencies wish to draw him?"
Extraction, separation, and purification.
Kallon's voice was as cold as ever.
"The energy within his body is in an unknown steady-state embedding. We need samples to analyze the coexistence boundary of the Spectrum."
With the results, we can then reverse the process in the forbidden furnace to produce the mother core of the first ring.
"His combat strength has already reached the level of a legion commander. Moreover, he is a ' Krypton '..."
Sinestro said somewhat helplessly.
In reality, Krypton and the Legion have some unspeakable "connections".
Tens of thousands of years ago, Krypton, aided by the power of a yellow star, swept across the cosmos and expanded wildly.
In the fight against Krypton, the Green Lantern Corps nearly suffered a crushing defeat, and that period is known to the Guardians as the "Dark Ages."
Ultimately, it took a combined effort from various cosmic forces to force the Kryptonian back to their home planet.
Therefore, this history has instilled in the Guardians a deep-seated fear of the Krypton race.
Moreover, at the moment Krypton fell.
Green Lantern Thomas Ray risked his life to rescue her, but his efforts were thwarted when a yellow solar flare burned his eyes.
These old grievances, taken together, have formed a feud that has lasted for many years.
"I understand your concerns, Sinestro... We do not intend to resort to force."
Korugar waved his hand from behind the long table, and the holographic image began to change, with light trails interacting.
The blue outline of the Earth emerged.
Meanwhile, outside Earth's orbit, a jet-black warship shaped like a giant broken halberd is slowly sliding out of a hyperspace wormhole.
"This is... Zod..."
Sinestro recognized the warship's style and blurted it out.
"Yes, he could be considered the supreme commander of the existing Krypton."
Kallon, with his back to Sinestro, looked at the blue planet.
"Following the beacon of Earth's orphans, we crossed half the Milky Way..."
According to our calculations, his warship will recharge within one Earth cycle and enter low Earth orbit.
Zod's goal is probably to completely transform this planet into New Krypton...
This would mean the complete eradication of the Earth's surface ecosystem and the utter extinction of seven billion intelligent life forms.
The Krypton orphan you mentioned is very strong, but ultimately he's just a person.
Against a full-fledged fleet equipped with Krypton elites and World Engine, his chances of victory are less than four percent.
As he spoke, Kallon turned his head, the shadow beneath his hood falling on Sinestro:
"... When the Kryptonian World Engine shatters Earth's atmosphere, that orphan will understand the insignificance of the individual on a macroscopic scale."
That's your chance, Sinestro, to offer him military asylum in the name of Oa.
In exchange, he must hand over the original source of the core energy...
If you can bring back the samples, you will have full authority over Yellow Lantern Project, and you will become the first commander of the new legion.
What if he still refuses?
At that moment, the emerald light above the hall suddenly turned cold, transforming into the Deep, dark abyss.
"Then, let Zod do as he sees fit."
"Kallon said slowly."
"Once the war is over, Oa will intervene under the pretext of maintaining order and reclaim what we want from his remains."
After Kallon finished speaking, the eleven Guardians all lowered their heads.
The hall doors opened silently, letting in a draft of cold air.
"You only have one Earth week, Sinestro, go and fulfill your duty."
Five minutes later.
Sinestro walked up the long stone steps.
The sky over Oa remained its unchanging emerald green, with countless streams of deep green energy crisscrossing and weaving along the anti-gravity orbit.
Occasionally, a patrolling Green Lantern would fly overhead and cast a look of awe at him.
He quickly passed through the crowd and the atmosphere.
After passing through the dense defensive perimeter woven by numerous satellites, it re-entered the cold, dry deep space.
The instant he was completely out of the gravitational pull of Oa, he hovered in the vacuum and looked down at his right hand.
The green gold ring was still on her middle finger, its light steady and its energy abundant.
But he detected a stench of decay within that pure green.
"One week..."