American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, shielding himself from the hail of bullets before him, trying his best to ignore the deafening gunfire and concentrate all his energy.

As a rising Green Lantern, Mike made rapid progress. In just five or six seconds, a shimmering green light appeared in the air, and in the next few seconds, as Coulson Dragon tried to visualize it, the green light rapidly expanded and changed shape like a lump of clay.

The firing continued; half the fighters changed magazines and kept firing at the green light shield, but without making any progress. Mike watched with a frown, and finally a thin stem emerged from the green light, with a net-like structure resembling a giant fly swatter on it, and began to break through the green light.

"Try this, you parasite!"

Mike screamed and opened his eyes, green light emanating from the blindfold. He waved his hand in the air, and a giant fly swatter immediately fell, as if struck by a thousand pounds of force, moving with incredible speed and a terrifying whoosh. The masked worshippers had no chance to dodge, and could only slap down with their palms before scattering and fleeing, sweeping across a large area.

"Ha, that's a bit much!"

Mike made an exaggerated waving motion, as if he were swatting a fly with both hands. The enormous fly swatter whistled through the air as it swept back and forth in the small, enclosed room, causing the believers to scatter in a chaotic and comical manner. Mike swung it, even removing the protective shield he had been wearing. He didn't actually need it; the aura of the rifle bullets was easily blocked by the force field. He had only activated the shield because of his own nervousness.

But Green Lantern's career began in a memorable way: his first weapon after transforming was a giant fly swatter, which was certainly news to the entire Green Lantern Corps. But there was no denying it; though ugly, the weapon was incredibly effective. In less than a minute, Hood's followers were swatted away like flies, guns and spent cartridges scattered everywhere, resembling a scene from a gang war.

Oh no, this kind of gunfight won't shed a single drop of blood.

As the last masked worshipper fell, Mike let out a long sigh of relief. The giant fly swatter vanished without a trace, and the green light surrounding him gradually faded. Instinctively, he turned to look at his father, and then, Dark Current caught up with him and forcefully killed him.

A streak of dark light, like a deadly attack from the depths of darkness, suddenly hurtled towards him. Mike lowered his guard in that instant, his body crashing through the wall like a leaf swept away by an undercurrent, flying into the street along with bricks and dust.

Mike knocked over a lamppost, the light went out, and his body fell to the ground with a loud crackling of sparks. He covered his head with his hands, staggered to his feet, and half-knelt on the ground. The brief mental relief weakened his defenses, and his head was slightly numb from the impact.

Well, the rookie hero's first lesson is: never withdraw your defenses before you're sure the battlefield is safe. He thought optimistically, at least I learned that lesson.

From the hole he had punched in the wall, the last person, wearing a hood and a cloak, slowly emerged. A blinding flash of light shone from beneath the cloak. He spoke in a deep voice, “Green Lantern, I haven’t seen this face in a long time. This is a change even the center didn’t anticipate. But even so, it doesn’t change anything.”

Judging from the voice, it was the "elder" that Mr. Marcus had mentioned in the room.

“I have my doubts.” Mike stood up and held up the ring in his hand. “As far as I know, the only thing this ring can’t do is change the degree of bereavement.”

But the masked man stopped speaking. Instead, he took out a neatly wrapped black book from under his wide cloak; the cover was blank. He removed his hood, revealing a bald head. He opened the book, closed his eyes, and looked at it with a devout expression, as if on a pilgrimage.

Mike thought the guy must be crazy. He couldn't quite understand the thought process of these cult members; he still believed they were just crazy terrorists in a different form. When he saw some dark stuff dripping down the cover of the book in his hand, he began to wonder if it was some kind of illusion, like a typical street performance.

But this possibility was quickly ruled out by what happened next. The bald man opened his eyelids, his round eyes gleaming. Dark matter, like some kind of mist, was drawn out of the book, forming a huge vortex that flowed into the bald man's eyes, mouth, nose, and ears, with a dark halo emanating from every opening.

Mike was a little stunned, and he subconsciously took half a step back. "Buddy, are you alright?"

There was no answer, or rather, the other person's body had already answered the question. An unknown substance was spreading at a visible speed across every inch of this man's skin, and in an instant, his bald head was completely covered as if by a shell. Two bright red scars were etched directly below his eyes, making them stand out starkly and appear particularly sinister and terrifying.

The bald man, "Green Lantern," spoke again, his voice even hoarser and more menacing than before: "Your light will be extinguished here!"

Chapter 1710 Will

The bald man tore off his rough cloak, revealing only a sleeveless leather vest underneath. His muscular arms were exposed, their skin covered in an unknown dark red substance. He looked around; darkness swirled around him, hissing softly like the flicking of a viper's tongue.

Mike sighed. "Okay, I take back what I said earlier. I'm now convinced you're not a fraud."

The bald man opened his palm, and a sea of ​​dark energy swirled towards it, resembling a tornado model in his hand. He bent his knees and took a step forward, the endless dark spiritual energy seemingly carrying electricity. His hands moved with tremendous force, the energy surging violently. His palms waved in the air, and dark red streams of light roared past like a howling dragon.

Instinctively, Mike raised his arm to protect himself, and the Green Lantern Ring activated on its own, forming a circular shield on his arm. A dark aura spread across the shield like a torrent crashing against rocks, energy leaping and exploding in all directions, causing explosions around Mike.

The impact and corrosive power of this beam of light were not to be underestimated. Even with the buffer of the shield and force field, Mike still staggered back seven or eight steps. Cracks quickly spread across the green light on his shield, indicating that it wouldn't withstand the next wave of impact. Just as his opponent finished this wave of attacks and was preparing to release the next wave of energy, he gathered his strength again, retracted his shield, pushed his opponent away, rolled on the spot, and half-crouched, releasing a beam of green light from his aura at his opponent.

But this time, his green aura of heroism seemed to have no effect. The bald man, who was enveloped by the light sphere, waved his left palm in the air, leaving a dark red trail in the green light in the air. In the blink of an eye, it decomposed into countless green light spots and scattered to both sides.

Perhaps it's time to add a new entry to the Green Lantern Handbook. The halo isn't foolproof; it doesn't always work.

But now the question is, what if the halo doesn't work?

With a low hiss, a violent stream of dark red light surged towards him, tearing through the air. Mike's pupils contracted sharply, and he reflexively lunged forward. The corrosive energy roared as it struck the green energy field covering him, exploding violently on the building behind him. Thick smoke filled the crack, mixed with the acrid smell of what appeared to be fire.

The bald man was about to go over to take a look when he suddenly sensed a huge dark shadow rapidly approaching the smoke. Just as he became aware of it, black smoke billowed from his body, and from behind the smoke appeared a two-seater car shrouded in green light, hurtling towards him head-on.

The bald man's face was resolute and calm. He slapped his right palm through the air, and a burst of energy erupted from his small hand, like a spinning blade of air, cleaving the corpse in two. The two pieces of the body whistled past him on either side, violently crashing into two lumps of scrap metal on the sidewalk a few feet away.

The bald man's eyes darted around, catching Mike's attention out of the corner of his eye. Mike had already unconsciously moved aside, preparing for a sneak attack. At this moment, he had already raised the phantom green submachine gun in his hand. Although its shape and appearance were still very crude, as a weapon, it was a significant improvement over the previous fly swatter.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp~~!"

The dazzling green bullets shot out at a speed of over a thousand rounds, densely packed, almost turning into a veil of light as they rushed towards the enemy. But the bald man simply dodged to the side, and fired another shot that sliced ​​through the air. A burst of energy instantly dispersed all the bullets falling from the sky, which struck Mike directly in the face, knocking him to the ground. The submachine gun in his hand also spun several times before quickly turning into specks of light and dissipating into the air.

Mike shook his head and sat up: "This again? Can't you be a little more creative?"

The bald man remained silent, continuing to pound the air as dark red light poured down upon him like a tidal wave.

Mike dodged the attack with a roll and launched another counterattack. As a rookie Green Lantern, his comprehension was astonishingly fast, undoubtedly related to his years of idolizing the Green Lantern. In the short time he had participated in this battle, he had essentially mastered the materialization of energy, and now he was fully utilizing his imagination. He desperately projected his imagination through the ring on his hand, from knives, pistols, and one-handed rocket launchers to tanks and missiles, and then back to things that didn't exist in reality, from particle cannons to mobile suits—he used almost every weapon from movies and cartoons he could think of, but still with little effect.

As Mike's mobile suit was also shattered to pieces, dark red energy condensed into a whip, lashing out at the cockpit, wrapping around his limbs and waist, and pulling him up into the air, where he could not break free no matter how hard he tried.

More and more dark red energy crawled all over his body like vines, trapping him tightly in a circle, making it almost impossible for him to move even a finger.

“I told you, Green Lantern.” The man’s face was expressionless, and he made a clenching gesture with his right hand in the air, as if he were actually tightening the energy mass around Mike’s body. “Your light is about to go out.”

More and more energy vines climbed up his body, binding Mike tightly and making it almost impossible for him to breathe. His vision blurred as he gradually suffocated, and the man's terrifying face before him seemed to transform into an invincible, towering demon.

And then what? You just gave up like that?

The idea only flashed through his mind, because the word "surrender" was practically nonexistent in his vocabulary.

But what to do next? He had exhausted his imagination, creating almost every weapon he could think of, but even his Gundam was easily dismantled. So what could he think of next? A star cruiser?

What exactly do you need to do to...?

In that instant, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

He was just a child then, and Seaside City hadn't yet lost its greatest Green Lantern. He was fortunate enough to be asked a question while interacting with children at a Green Lantern fundraising event: "I've heard you can create anything you can imagine, is that true?"

The person carrying the lantern smiled, looked directly into the boy's innocent eyes, and replied, "Yes, almost everyone, I think."

"Wow, that's so cool!" the child exclaimed. "Then I bet the bad guys can't beat you!"

Green Lantern tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Actually, it's a little different from what you think. I don't really use my imagination to fight the enemy; I rely on something purer."

"what is that?"

"Willpower," Green Lantern smiled and gently patted the boy's head with his white-gloved hand. "It's in my heart, and it's in yours. Everyone has this great power. Maybe one day in the future, when you also have enough willpower and courage, you will also have your own Green Lantern ring."

Willpower.

In the final moment, when his vision was completely blurred and he could no longer breathe, Mike finally remembered that Green Lantern never relied on imagination in battle; the only factor that determined how powerful you were was your will.

He gritted his teeth, a slight smile appearing on his lips at this critical moment of life and death.

He closed his eyes and began to read softly: "The day is bright, the night is vast. Demons and monsters have nowhere to hide. (In the bright daylight, in the vast darkness, no evil can escape my eyes.)"

The bald man frowned, sensing that something was amiss.

"...dissidents and rebels fear the light of our God. (Let those who worship evil forces)."

"What are you muttering about in there?" he finally couldn't help but ask.

Mike ignored it, clenched his fists, and opened his eyes: a long green halo burst forth from his glasses.

"When the green light is on, everything in the world is bright! (Green Lantern, the light of the green light!)"

Like a green supernova explosion, green light burst forth from beneath layers of dense, dark red energy, tearing the cane to shreds. The bald man fell from his feet, while the new Green Lantern, fists clenched, landed lightly on the ground, his body burning like a sacred green flame.

Mike grinned and pounded his fist into his palm: "They just don't count, the game has officially started!"

Chapter 1711 Green Lantern

The situation changed rapidly, like a protagonist suddenly awakening and unleashing their power at the height of a movie's conflict, instantly turning the battle into a crushing defeat. From the moment the bald giant was first knocked away, he couldn't touch Green Lantern. The dark aura he emitted was no match for the divine light emanating from him; the dark energy he released shattered upon contact with Green Lantern's body, and the latter didn't even bother to defend himself.

This guy seemed to have suddenly become a different person: his whole body was enveloped in green flames, and he approached with heavy but confident steps. He focused almost all his strength on this green guy, but he couldn't create even half a second of obstacle for him.

Mike raised his clenched right fist, the ring on his middle finger gleaming with an increasingly dazzling light that even the deepest darkness seemed to tremble.

Another missile? Or a super cannon?

This time, he didn't do that. The energy bursting from the Green Lantern ring formed a giant fist wearing a green boxing glove in the air, piercing through the opponent's layers of dark defenses, hitting the bald man squarely in the nose, and sending him flying. Its effect was several times stronger than his previous long series of fancy weapons.

Mike looked at the glowing ring on his fist and grinned. "I think he's starting to realize its usefulness."

The bald man somersaulted twice and crashed into the wall across the sidewalk. The mysterious black book flew from his hand and lay sprawled on the sidewalk. Realizing this, the bald man's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly rolled to the side, trying to crawl towards the open book, but when his fingertips were only a millimeter away from it, a hand formed of green light snatched the book from his grasp and returned it to Mike, following the trajectory of the light.

"Oh, I don't quite understand, but it seems important."

Just as he was speaking, the book fell into Mike's hands. The bald man turned deathly pale and, for the first time, lost his composure. He scrambled to his feet, yelling frantically, "Give it back to me!"

Mike calmly flipped to the cover. "Why are you in such a hurry? Let me see what's inside this mysterious thing first."

He swallowed half of his words, his mouth agape in surprise, frozen in place, unable to utter a sound. Before he could even see what was written in the book, a darkness like a bottomless abyss surged forth from the middle of the pages, roaring furiously, heading straight for Mike's face. In a daze, he thought he was facing a hideous monster with fangs and a black mouth, about to swallow him into the darkness.

It all happened so fast; he didn't even have time to shake off the fancy book in his hand. Fortunately, his ring was reliable. Just as the darkness began to surge, the halo rose, and the green light surrounding Mike instantly doubled in brightness. The arrogant darkness stumbled and crashed into the wall. The god, invincible under the halo of decay, bowed its head, letting out a few low, deathly groans. After struggling for a moment, it quickly vanished. Mike seemed to hear the entire book in his hand let out a painful roar, and then, as the darkness dissipated, its form was twisted into countless scraps of paper.

He couldn't help but frown. Things were getting stranger and stranger, seemingly slowly deviating from the norm... Of course, this didn't mean that what had just happened was unusual.

But something even stranger was yet to come. The man suddenly stopped moving, as if someone had pressed a stop button. His expression of disgust froze on his face, his muscles involuntarily relaxed, and he became speechless, like a puppet on a string in a tug-of-war.

“You… are quite special,” the man suddenly said in a bored voice.

"Who, me?" Mike asked curiously, pointing to himself.

“You…possess light…the Grim Reaper of Light.” He continued, and Mike was quite certain that the voice did not belong to him, because it was even more bizarre than before.

He continued, "This is Earth's own business, why interfere? Why use light?"

"Are you kidding me?" Mike's goggles twitched. "You guys are the bad guys, and I'm the good guy, it's that simple."

The speaker was silent for a moment, and it was unclear whether he accepted this blunt explanation. Then he said, "It's alright. Soon, you will all fall, destruction is your destiny, and then you will fall into darkness along with all things."

“At that time,” Mike held up the glowing green ring, “my radiance will shine like never before.”