chapter 312 part 1
Chapter 310: Heroes Clash, the God of Stories Needs a Story
The Malicious Nobles were quickly wiped out, all becoming a part of Shuma-Gorath.
The Filth Thought Ghost King struggled, unwilling to become food for a larger eye after just barely breaking free from a deeper reality. It tried to invoke the name of The Empty Hand, hoping to secure its survival.
"Who the hell are you? Xenomorphs? When did this race appear in the Multiverse? In the era when I crushed everything, you were nothing!"
The Filth Thought Ghost King desperately flapped its wings, its eyes wide, continuously unleashing rays of dark light. But they were completely ineffective against Shuma-Gorath. It shrieked in terror, "I am a subordinate of The Empty Hand! By doing this, you are opposing the great The Empty Hand! You have no idea what you're doing! Even those people from the Editorial Department wouldn't dare treat me this way!"
"I know. I'm well aware that you defeated the minions the Editorial Department sent to clean you up, but that's not impressive. The entire Editorial Department has belonged to me for a long time now. Filth Thought Ghost King, you've fallen behind the times. There's a reason The Empty Hand abandoned you."
A giant tentacle swung over and smashed down upon the Filth Thought Ghost King, nearly splattering the eye. Du Wa immediately made his move, forcibly seizing the Anti-Death Equation from it.
With a flick of a tentacle, the Filth Thought Ghost King was absorbed into Shuma-Gorath's body.
"The Empty Hand... a being on the same level as me?" Shuma-Gorath asked, only after it had completely devoured all the Malicious Nobles and was waving its tentacles in delight.
"Most likely, far more powerful than you," Du Wa replied.
The Empty Hand? No matter how weak it might be, it couldn't be *that* weak. It was likely a top-tier Omniversal being, especially since its origins were so similar to Lucifer and Michael.
After quickly dealing with the Malicious Nobles, Du Wa held the Anti-Death Equation and the Confusor, a satisfied expression on his face.
"It seems I'll have a chance for some brief freedom. I can sense similar entities to myself in other universes. I need to absorb them."
Shuma-Gorath stared at the other universes, pondering. It confirmed that in this strange Multiverse, there didn't seem to be a Cthulhu entity equal to itself. This meant that all things related to distortion here could become its targets for consumption and fusion.
After consuming the Multiverse, there was still the Dark Multiverse, which seemed to contain even more valuable things.
Shuma-Gorath departed in a hurry, impatient to complete itself and elevate its own status to discover its origin story. Unfortunately, this was a futile endeavor.
"That Shuma-Gorath, if nothing unexpected happens, is about to reach its theoretical limit. Relying on itself alone, it will be impossible for it to advance any further."
Du Wa gave Shuma-Gorath one last glance and secretly shook his head.
As for this Cthulhu business, whether in Marvel Comics or DC Comics, the related concepts and things were finite. Once they were all unified, that was it. With Shuma-Gorath's own talent, it was impossible to advance further from that foundation.
What's more, the Cthulhu system had already become a vassal of the Xenomorph System. How far it could go was entirely up to Du Wa.
"However, for such a great god, there are quite a few who have designs on it. In that case, I can afford to be a little more patient." Du Wa mused, no longer paying attention to Shuma-Gorath's affairs.
Next was to wait—to wait patiently alongside the countless Gods from the two worlds.
"However, the Justice League's roster is incomplete. Hal is still dead."
Du Wa reached out and scooped into the Emotional Spectrum, an act equivalent to violently breaking into the world of the dead ruled by Black Hand.
Black Hand: "!"
Black Hand, who had been seated, shot to his feet. Without hesitation, he swung his scythe, viciously hacking at the hand.
The last time, Du Wa had used Volthoom to forcefully meddle with the Emotional Spectrum and had even given him a good slap in the face. Black Hand had held a grudge ever since.
But this time, as the entity of the Death Lantern, he still hadn't escaped his status as a vassal of the Emotional Spectrum. Facing Du Wa, who had firm control over it, he was at an absolute disadvantage in both strength and authority and immediately received another heavy slap.
"Unless you can turn every life form in the entire Multiverse into your Black Lantern zombies and let billions of lives sustain you alone, only then will you be qualified to fight me head-on. If you can't do that, don't waste your energy. It will only bring you more humiliation."
Du Wa's gaze fell upon Black Hand. "You should have noticed it too. As time passes, your position has become more delicate. Death of The Endless and the Death from the other world are both above you."
"..."
Black Hand completely ignored him. He was a being of extreme emotional indifference, to begin with, futilely launching attack after attack at Du Wa, only to be suppressed again and again.
Du Wa directly pulled out the zombified Hal. He then extracted power from the Entity of Existence to resurrect him, selected a Green Lantern ring, tossed it to Hal, and threw him into the Intersection Zone.
...
The Intersection Zone had now become an even more terrifying cage. Anyone who tried to escape from it, regardless of which side they entered, was destined for failure, all while suffering the gazes of countless powerful beings.
The Justice League understood this deeply.
As Hal was resurrected and thrown before them, looking completely bewildered, the expressions on the heroes' faces grew even more grim.
"Congratulations, Green Lantern, you've been successfully resurrected. Unfortunately, that guy Du Wa orchestrated it." Wonder Woman's expression was very ugly. She glanced at Batman. "Strategist, what should we do?"
"...I don't like this passive situation. Du Wa has the ability to turn most of us into Xenomorphs in one go, but he hasn't. He clearly wants to use our identities as Superheroes from the Main Universe to achieve his goals. For example, making us fight a superhero team from another world."
Batman stood on the planet beneath his feet, looking up at the team that was also landing in the distance.
"This is just like the Roman Colosseum. Unfortunately, we're the beasts," Hal quipped. "But I won't let Du Wa get his way so easily. The problem is, how do we escape Du Wa's control? I saw with my own eyes how he beat Black Hand to a pulp."
"We'll talk about that later. Guys, it seems our opponents have arrived." Superman looked towards the other side with a solemn expression.
The Avengers had arrived, and they were staring just as warily at the Justice League.
"Good thing I was prepared and wore the Anti-Phoenix Armor," Iron Man muttered. With such a huge event happening in the Main Universe, it was impossible for him to be unaware. He immediately scanned the opposing faction, his expression turning to one of surprise. "That guy in the lead is extremely dangerous. He's just like a Sun!"