American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 422: Allen returns to Arkham and finds it closed down

Although it’s a bit regrettable that I failed to kill the Black Death Emperor, it’s no longer a problem.

At least the anti-surveillance agents who have regained their freedom will inevitably hunt them down to death.

Whether it will be successful remains to be seen.

However, Superboy-Prime was in trouble as he was hunted down by the Lanterns.

Alan raised his hand and formed a portal to summon the undead army.

There are tens of thousands of skeleton undead, the lowest of which is at level 12, the rest are at level 15, only nine are at level 18, and there is one level 21 Chaos Dragon.

Seeing this scene, all the Lanterns dared not make a sound.

More than enough to destroy the entire universe.

Moreover, there is no need for the Chaos Dragon to take action.

"gone."

With the blessing of the magic aura in Allen's hands, the portal will be upgraded to a dimensional portal when it is cast.

On the other side, the scene was grey.

Deathly silence, coldness, despair... and many other auras were overwhelming.

"drive!"

Alan stood on top of the Chaos Dragon, commanding the Undead Army to march towards the underworld.

……

Underworld.

Hela's realm, a replica of Asgard.

At this moment, the once magnificent palace collapsed into ruins, and the sound of fighting was heard everywhere.

The undead creatures were fighting fiercely on the periphery, as if they were in a fight to the death.

As the Lord of Death, Hela's hair was already disheveled and her body was covered in her own blood.

The giant wolf Fenrir, who had grown up with him, was lying beside him with a serious abdominal injury.

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

Hela had a look of despair on her face, feeling that the power of death in her body was about to run out.

The five Death Lords in front of him had mocking expressions on their faces.

“Hela, you are an outsider after all. You should not enjoy the resources of the underworld.”

"I hope you will cooperate in offering your godhood so that you don't suffer unnecessary hardship."

"You should know clearly that there is no one to help you in the underworld."

"..."

The underworld, hell, and purgatory are known as the three special dimensions, and the unchanging killing and death are the main themes.

The Lady Death, who symbolizes death, is nominally the master of the underworld, but in reality she never interferes in affairs. It is even impossible to see the other party without consent.

Because of this, even though Hela was an alien god that Lady Death agreed to join, she was ultimately rejected.

"Unless I die."

Hela flatly refused the unreasonable demand to hand over her godhood.

Once her godhood was stripped away, not only did she lose her status as the Lord of Death, but her original godhood as the Asgard Goddess of Death also disappeared, thus falling into an extraordinary being facing birth, aging, sickness and death.

Having the dual blood of Helheim and Asgard means that one's life span will be longer after all.

What's more, he is already thousands of years old. Without the divine power, his body functions will age rapidly and he will only have a few more years to live.

Besides, if he really obeyed the other party, it did not necessarily mean that he would let her spend her old age in peace.

It is a situation of no return, both morally and logically.

A death god said grimly, "Since you are stubborn, I have no choice but to take it myself."

The Death Godhead is the most precious resource and can be used to reshape a Death God.

Obviously, when conquering the various forces of the underworld, having one more god of death on one's side would naturally be a great help.

Therefore, the God of Death wandering around everywhere became a target for hunting.

boom!
Just when he was about to take action.

A portal appeared out of nowhere in the gloomy void.

A vast and ancient breath rolled in first, as if an ancient existence from the chaos before the world was formed suddenly visited the underworld.

Who?
Hela and the five Grim Reapers couldn't help but wonder.

What kind of existence actually broke into the underworld.

We need to understand that a long time ago, the gods of death in the underworld joined forces to stabilize the rules of space and did not allow any creatures other than the deceased to set foot in.

Judging from the aura alone, it is estimated that the giants in the underworld will retreat three points.

Ouch…

A dragon roared.

All of a sudden, the fighting undead stopped fighting, and their souls were like stuck projections, with signs of soul collapse at any moment, and bones like skeletons were creaking, as if they were struggling to keep themselves from falling apart.

However, all Death Lords have a sense of suffocation.

Immediately afterwards, a ferocious dragon head poked out of the dimensional gate.

The five Death Lords were suddenly terrified, but Hela was the only one who was stunned and showed a faint smile.

Hehe...

As soon as he entered the underworld, Alan couldn't wait to jump off the dragon head and shouted, "Mom, catch me."

Who is this guy?
Feeling so weak.

Relatively speaking, Alan's aura was like an ant in front of the Chaos Dragon.

The attention of the five Death Lords never left Chaos Dragon from beginning to end. They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy and quietly asked for help from the forces they belonged to.

Pah…

Alan fell straight down and hit the ground hard.

And it is face down.

Hela deliberately looked into the void, pretending not to see it.

"Kelp, I saw you took a step back. You don't want to catch me, right?"

Alan raised his head, blood flowing from his nostrils. He got up angrily, walked to Hela's side, leaned his head forward, and wiped the blood from his nose on her clothes.

Tsk…

Such unhygienic behavior immediately annoyed Hela.

"What's going on?"

Allen looked around and asked, "Mom, our house was demolished. How much compensation should I get for the land acquisition? Can I live a life of luxury and debauchery as a second-generation demolition worker?"

“I was beaten.” Hela curled her lips.

"What!?"

Allen said with a look of shock: "There is indeed no shortage of righteous people in the world who are willing to do good deeds."

"..."

Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

His own house was demolished, and he praised the culprit as a righteous person.

Hearing this, Hela couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Ouch…

boom!
As the Chaos Dragon landed, tens of thousands of Undead Legions descended with it.

The auras of those above the twelfth level terrified the five Death Lords.

A twelfth-level undead in the underworld is at least a legion commander.

The fifteenth-level undead is basically equivalent to the lowest level of the god of death.

The eighteenth-level undead are even more powerful, and they may not be able to defeat one.

As a result, before the shock could turn into confusion, suddenly a storm arose, and the energy of the underworld surging like waves gathered and poured into the bodies of the undead army.

This……

Aren’t they local undead?

In an instant, the five Death Lords were completely stunned.

In the outside world, how could the undead grow to such strength?

Of course, the undead who have grown up successfully in the underworld do not need to be baptized by the energy of the underworld.

There is no doubt that after the baptism, the strength of the Undead Legion has increased dramatically again.

“Are these all yours?” Hela couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"OK!"

Alan nodded proudly.

"My dear son, Mommy got beaten up."

Hela’s expression changed, and she looked aggrieved.

"Get lost, who is your son? Do you really think I'm crazy?" Alan said in a mean way.

"..."

"Okay, okay..., so it was all fake before."

"I'm just being sentimental."

Suddenly, Hila’s expression froze, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She asked helplessly, “How can you help me?”

"I want to eat Nene."

Bang!
As soon as he said that, Alan was hit by Hela's fist. He covered his eyes in pain and said sullenly: "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat. Why are you hitting me?" "Don't you want the female giant? Help me once, and I'll help you catch it later."

"make a deal."

Remember last time, Eren kept talking about the Helheim Giant, and Hela kept it in mind, so she used it as a condition of exchange.

However, Allen didn't think so.

The thought of a female giant that's four to six meters tall makes my blood boil.

"Mom..."

Allen hugged Hela's arm and shook it, saying coquettishly, "I want a six-meter-tall female giant with a curvy figure. Ten of them at a time will be enough for my sake."

"That's a lot to ask for."

"is it okay."

"Okay, it's up to you."

In fact, Helheim believes in death and is one of Hela's main turfs.

If she hadn't given Odin some face, she would have taken back the ruling rights of Helheim.

Now that Hela is the bona fide goddess of death, it is easy for her to return to her hometown and bring a few believers with her.

Moreover, the people of Helheim feel honored to be able to serve the gods they believe in.

The price is finalized.

Alan is ready to make trouble.

Ah da…

He raised his leg and kicked the god of death.

He was completely black and had a dog's head. It was obviously Anubis.

How could the ancient Egyptian god of death tolerate the offense of an ant? Anubis was about to raise his cane to hit him to death, but he was shocked to see the Chaos Dragon appear behind Allen like a shadow, defending his master's safety like a phantom beast.

puff!
A solid kick.

However, Anubis did not move at all, and instead Alan fell to the ground holding his calf.

"Dude, you came out of a rock, and your hardness is a little unscientific."

"..."

Instead of humiliating others, he hurt himself.

Anubis felt wronged because he just stood there and did nothing.

"No more nonsense."

Alan stood up and said amiably, "I am a very reasonable person, but Wangcai is unreasonable."

"Is it Wangcai?"

Ouch…

The Chaos Ancestral Dragon cooperated very well and roared towards the sky. The sound of the dragon's roar shook the world.

"Sir, please stop talking. We are willing to cooperate with the compensation and guarantee that all your requests will be met." Anubis said bitterly.

I already understand in my heart that the situation in the underworld has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Just one Chaos Dragon is enough to represent the top force in the underworld.

"Look what you said."

Allen stepped forward and patted Anubis on the shoulder, and asked in a sly tone, "Brother, are there any beautiful kobold women?"

"what!?"

No, brother, you have a really good appetite and can eat anything.

"From your eyes, I see the same misunderstanding as everyone else."

Allen said with a dejected look: "I have always been serious in my professional research on the Lord, and I don't have any awkward thoughts at all."

I believe you.

And you have such rich expressions.

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you, sir." Anubis said respectfully.

"Hmm... I want a black variety with big breasts and a big ass."

"..."

And he said it wasn't for the sake of bitterness.

See you in Tuqiongdagger.

"Go away."

Hela couldn’t bear to watch and stepped forward, pulling Alan away.

I was originally thinking about compensation, but it was just a joke that Jill wanted some beast girls.

Should I repair my palace? Should I maintain the army?

After some discussion, the five Death Lords nodded and agreed to all of Hela's requests.

Of course, Hela didn’t push it too hard, for fear of forcing the other party’s backers to take desperate measures.

While waiting, Alan had nothing to do and looked at the seriously injured giant wolf beside him with a sneaky eye.

"Alan, what are you doing!?"

Hela turned around and saw Alan peeing on the giant wolf Fenrir again.

She remembered that the last time, she spent a long time giving Fenrir a bath.

It’s true that a dog can’t change its habit of eating shit.

Allen pulled up his pants, grinned and said as if nothing had happened, "Mom, I'm home, and I'll leave my undead army with you."

Snapped!
With a snap of fingers, the person disappeared from the spot.

……

Arkham Asylum.

Once upon a time, it was a bustling place with a lot of people and full of patients.

Now there is no one in sight, it is a quiet and desolate scene.

Waking up from his private bed, Alan looked at the dusty sheets and could not help but scold: "Dean Quesi must have embezzled public funds. Why didn't he hire a cleaner to clean the place?"

"Something's wrong, why is there no sound?"

"Under normal circumstances, the criminals would have been fighting by now."

Alan stuck his head out and looked into the corridor, looking furtive, like a secret agent infiltrating an enemy base.

He picked up the scattered papers and analyzed, "It looks like he left in a hurry and didn't have time to take the documents with him."

"Who dares to attack the Wayne Group's properties? It's simply disrespectful to Bat."

"Besides, don't you know that I live in Arkham Asylum? I'm just taking a shit in a fireworks warehouse and lighting a cigarette to get myself killed."

After checking room by room, it was found that the place was empty.

Alan was the only one wandering around the entire hospital.

"It doesn't feel like an evacuation, it feels like a sudden collective escape."

There are computers in the dean's office, medical equipment for treatment, and even medicines in the pharmacy.

If they really want to evacuate in an orderly manner, they must take away valuable equipment.

"Did the world outside end while I was away?" Alan couldn't help but wonder.

The American comics world is full of disasters, and Allen really can't think of a reasonable reason.

Suddenly, a beam of light flashed outside the window.

"Someone!"

There was a bang.

Alan kicked the glass and leapt into the night.

When approaching the outer wall, he jumped out in a deep squat.

Not far away, there were a large number of military tents stationed.

"Stop, or we'll shoot you if you come any closer."

The soldiers in the watchtower spotted Allen's trail at the first sight, immediately locked onto him with searchlights and issued verbal warnings.

"Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D."

When Allen saw the other party's equipment, he knew at a glance that it was tactical equipment exclusive to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Suddenly, a figure blocked the full moon, revealing a bat-shaped mark.

Batman himself, of course.

He was still wearing the pitch-black battle suit, and except for half of his face, everything was covered by the cloak.

Under the moonlight, its shadow is elongated, like a devil guarding the night.

"Bat, I missed you so much."

Alan walked over quickly and gave her a big hug.

"What did you do?" Bruce asked in a low voice.

"I traveled through time again."

Alan raised his head and said sincerely.

Bruce couldn't help but explain helplessly: "I'm asking you, what did you do before you traveled through time that caused Arkham Asylum to be closed down."

Allen suddenly realized, "Nothing. I watched the video tape to summon Ah Zhen before I traveled through time."

"..."

As expected, Sadako's appearance caused all the patients and medical staff of Arkham Asylum to escape.

(End of this chapter)