American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

After Kha'Zix tearfully recounted his pitiful intelligence three times, swearing that he would no longer conceal anything, he finally understood.

Xiu Encai finally waved his hand, signaling that he could shut up.

Xiu En's eyes were fixed on the other person's single eye without blinking.

This time, he wasn't looking at Kha'Zix's expression, nor his soul.

Having sensed the golden light of merit emanating from this creature beforehand, Xiu En was somewhat skeptical and decided to take a closer look.

This time, what appeared in his divine vision was the most direct color of cause and effect.

Then, Xiu En's brows furrowed deeply.

"This is unbelievable."

He muttered something under his breath, his face showing an even more confused and troubled expression than when he first saw the theory of pure love by Zi Deng.

In his divine vision, Kha'Zix was enveloped in two completely different lights.

One type is a dark red aura of resentment, representing boundless slaughter and monstrous sins.

The sheer weight of this resentment almost transformed him into a moving, blood-red monster, with countless shapeless, blurry souls seemingly emanating from within it.

Xiu En was very familiar with this scene.

Every dark creature he purified possessed a similar aura.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing should be burned to ashes by the Golden Crow Divine Fire, which would be considered doing justice for Heaven and accumulating merit.

but.

The key point is that, in addition to the dense, impenetrable crimson resentment, Kha'Zix was also surrounded by another equally dazzling pure golden light!

That is the purest and most benevolent light of merit that can only be gathered by saving countless lives and protecting countless weak people!

Although this golden light was slightly less than the blood-red resentment in total amount, its purity was extremely dazzling!

Two completely opposite lights of cause and effect, which could never coexist in one individual, coiled around Kha'Zix's soul like braids, clearly distinct yet clashing with each other.

The sight made Xiu En's head ache.

"What's wrong?"

Hal, noticing Shuen's odd expression, couldn't help but ask.

"Is there something wrong with this guy?"

"This is a big problem."

"The reddish-black light and the blinding gold light on this guy's body are almost twisted into a braid. It hurts my eyes to look at it."

"Red light? Golden light?"

Hal was completely confused.

"Sin and Merit".

Sunflower acted as the interpreter.

"Simply put, the person in front of us is both an executioner who has killed countless people and a great hero who has saved countless lives. Therefore, it's not easy for Xiu En to deal with him directly."

Hal understood now, and the expression on his face became strange.

A ruthless space pirate who kills without hesitation, and also a savior? What kind of nonsense is that? Is it a side job?

"There seems to be a precedent for this in the Legion's archives."

Hal pondered for a moment and then gave a very official suggestion.

"According to the Universal Convention, such serious criminals whose merits and demerits are highly controversial should be transferred to Planet OA for a public trial by the Interstellar Court, where a final judgment will be made based on all their crimes and merits."

"That's too much trouble."

Xiu En rejected the proposal without hesitation.

"By the time you finish your meeting, it'll be too late. I don't have time to play those bureaucratic courtroom games with you."

Shuen stared at Kha'Zix, who was still whimpering on the ground, and scratched his hair in frustration.

To kill or not to kill?

Kill him. Although the golden light of merit emanating from him is dazzling, it is real. Burning him would feel like a loss, and it would make me seem like I'm acting without any regard for right or wrong.

If we don't kill him, keeping such a ruthless killer around is like keeping a mobile source of pollution.

Turn him back into that chanting saint? Just thinking about it made Xiu En feel nauseous.

This is a terrible mess!

"So annoying!"

After a fierce internal struggle lasting three seconds.

"This is no longer my responsibility!"

He tore open a spatial rift.

On the other side of the door lies a world filled with warm sunshine.

And a Xiu En entity leisurely watering a carnivorous plant.

Xiu En, the true form of Xi Mu Jie, raised his head and exchanged a glance with his clone across the spatial rift.

Then, he gave a knowing look, which was also full of disdain for the trouble.

Kha'Zix, still making whimpering noises, was kicked into the portal leading to the Dawnwood Realm!

"Bang!"

The portal closed the instant the green rice dumpling disappeared.

Looking at the jungle as if nothing had happened, the relaxed and contented look on Xiu En's face disappeared.

Because just now, he remembered something.

"Tch, damn it."

He kicked a nearby stone in frustration.

Sunflower heard Xiu En's regretful smack of the lips.

"What's wrong, my savior?"

"What have you discovered this time that you can't digest?"

"Damn it, I lost face too early."

Xiu En said sullenly.

"What? Have you changed your mind? Or do you now want to take him back and keep him as a pet?"

Hal chimed in with a complaint.

"No! How could that be? What kind of person do you take me for!"

Xiu En glared at him.

"I regret not asking more questions!"

"If all the members of this tribe are criminals like Kha'Zix, forcibly brainwashed, then their so-called compassion should only be directed at the guilty or those suffering immense pain, right?"

Shuen stopped and looked at Hal, his face showing a look of seeking answers.

"That's correct in theory."

Hal nodded. Although Shuen's analysis was disjointed, the conclusion seemed to make sense.

Xiu En spread his hands, his face almost overflowing with confusion.

"That's where the problem comes in."

"You, Hal Jordan, are a good guy, though you can be annoying at times."

"As for me, needless to say, I am a true and upright sun god, radiating the light of righteousness from head to toe."

"Needless to say, Xiaohua is the best sunflower!"

"The three of us haven't committed any murders or arson, nor have we lost any limbs, and we seem to be in pretty stable mental condition."

Shuen pointed to the spot where Kha'Zix had just appeared and asked the most crucial question he should have thought of long ago.

"So why did that guy attack us right away?"

Hal fell silent.

He couldn't figure it out either.

He was so overwhelmed by that mental tsunami that he didn't have time to think things through.

Now that Xiu En had reminded him, he realized the strangeness of the situation.

The behavior patterns of the Indigo Tribe are full of contradictions.

They appear to be indifferent to worldly affairs, yet they harbor clear hostility towards these outsiders.

Hal pondered for a long time before offering a guess.

"Is it possible that it's because of our rings?"

"ring?"

"right."

Hal held up his ring, which shimmered with green light.

"We are all holders of lamp rings, carrying energies from other spectra. And their power comes from the indigo lamp. Perhaps there is some kind of repulsion between different spectra that we are unaware of?"

That makes sense.

Xiu En nodded, agreeing with this statement.

"So they're not pitying us, but purifying the alien energy within us? Like antivirus software?"

"you mean."

Hal's expression turned strange.

"In their eyes, are we two walking computer viruses?"

"Or is it heresy?"

The sunflowers nearby offered a more fitting word.

Xiu En began to think.

"What if we hide the virus's characteristics?"

"you mean?"

Looking at Shuen's malicious smile, Hal suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

"It's very simple."

"We both put away the energy from our rings and pretended to be ordinary interstellar backpackers. Little Flower then used plant spores to cover up the lingering spectral scent on our bodies. After all, the merits on these people are quite troublesome, and I can't just kill them directly. As long as they don't attack me, I'll pretend I didn't see them."

"Then, we'll swagger in. I want to see how they'll show any pity to an ordinary person who exudes harmlessness!"

A disguised infiltration plan was decided so hastily.

Hal opened his mouth, and the author, Soul Valley, personally recommended: "I hope you enjoy the story of 'American Comics: Praising the Sun Starting from Gotham!'" He wanted to say, "Are you crazy? What if we get discovered? You call this a plan?"

But in the end, he sighed.

"Alright."

What else could he say?

We've been on this pirate ship for so long, it's too late to jump ship now.

Just do it.

Hal took a deep breath, and the green light ring on his finger, formed by his own will, flashed and vanished without a trace.

His green uniform was removed, and he now looked like a down-on-his-luck pilot who had just escaped from a bar brawl.

Xiu En also had a thought, and he gathered all the golden light emanating from his body back into his own body.

His trench coat was replaced with a plain black hoodie and cargo pants, making him look like a college student on a picnic.

"Little Flower, I'm leaving it to you," Xiu En said to the sunflower on his shoulder.

The sunflower nodded, and its flower head trembled slightly.

Countless spores emanated from her body, completely enveloping Shuen and Hal.

Instantly, all the energy aura belonging to the holders of the lamp rings on both of them was concealed and neutralized.

Now, they are just two ordinary, unlucky guys who have stumbled into this primeval jungle.

"very good."

Xiu En was very satisfied.

He pulled out a star map from his pocket, which he had somehow obtained, and looked at it with feigned interest.

Then, in a tone full of confusion and helplessness, he began to improvise for Hal beside him.

Hey buddy.

"Look at this map, have we taken the wrong route?"

Xiu En took a deep breath, rolled up the interstellar map in his hand, and then tapped Hal on the shoulder with it, putting on an exaggerated expression that said, "It's all up to you, bro."

Hal's smile was stiff, as if glued on. He mouthed to Shuen, "You'd better know what you're doing."

Then, the two mediocre actors entered the primitive tribe that was filled with a false sense of holiness.

To their surprise.

Or rather, it was beyond Hal's expectations.

The Indigo people, who were working silently, truly ignored their arrival.

Their eyes merely swept over the two men before quickly looking away and continuing with what they were doing.

It's as if Shuen and Hal were just two stones passing by.

Hey, buddy.

After walking several hundred meters and making sure he wouldn't suddenly get stabbed in the head by a staff, Hal finally whispered to Shuen beside him.

"It seems you were right."

"Of course."

Xiu En's face clearly said, "I told you so."

Looking at the Indigo Clan members around him who were like robots, Hal's unease only intensified.

"But this place is so eerie. It's like they can't see us at all."

"That's called professionalism."

Xiu En was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Look at the staff at this scenic spot, they're so calm and collected, they would never harass tourists. Five stars."

Hal: "..."

Hey! Bro!!

Just as Hal was withdrawn, Shuen waved enthusiastically to an Indigo tribesman not far away who was polishing a wooden spear with a glowing stone.

Hal's nerves tensed instantly.

Xiu En strode over and then unfolded the rolled-up interstellar map in front of the Indigo Clan member.

"Hello, can I ask for directions?"

Xiu En pointed to an icon he had casually drawn on the map, representing a toilet, and asked in a very sincere tone.

"We're two tourists, but we got separated from our tour group. We have no cell phone signal. Could you tell us how to get to the Land of Sowing Light?"

The indigo tribesman first looked at Xiu En, then at the messy map.

Then he opened his mouth.

"Nok."

Xiu En: "???"

Hal: "???"

Ivy: "???"

Shuen and Hal exchanged a glance, both seeing the same bewilderment in each other's eyes.

Nok?

What does this mean? Is it a "hello" message or a "get lost" message?

Or perhaps some kind of tribal slang they don't understand?

Just as the two were completely bewildered, the Indigo Clan member made a new move.

He tapped on the map that Xiu En had spread out.

Then, he pointed in another direction.

Then he repeated it again.

"Nok."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head.

It was as if everything that had just happened was merely a conditioned reflex to complete a fixed procedure.

"I think I understand now."

Xiu En put away the map and stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"What do you understand?"

"Look at what he just did."

"First he pointed to the map, then he pointed to the directions. He probably meant that you should go to that place, and that's the way. As for Nok..."

"What is it?"

"Based on my speculation."

"This should be the standard response from their tribe."

"So what do we do now?"

"Of course we'll do as he says!"

Xiu En said matter-of-factly.

"The staff already gave us directions, do you really want to complain about their poor service?"

After saying that, Xiu En walked enthusiastically in the direction the Indigo Clan member pointed.

Hal looked at Xiuen's retreating figure, which looked like he was going on a spring outing, and then glanced at the Indigo Clan members around them who still ignored them.

Everything was going so smoothly that it was unsettling.

It's as if they are deliberately and step by step walking into a trap that has been prepared for them.

They walked for about ten minutes along the path paved with purple vines and glowing moss into the depths of the jungle.

Along the way, they saw more scenes of life in the Indigo Tribe.

They saw several Indigo tribesmen gathered around a campfire.

But the campfire burned a kind of glowing stone, the flames were cold, and strings of herbal plant roots were roasting on it.

They saw a group of young Indigo tribesmen undergoing a strange training in an open field.

They were tapped on the forehead one by one by an older member of the Indigo tribe using a small staff.

Each time it was tapped, the cub's body would twitch violently, but its face remained expressionless. The sight made Hal gasp.

Hal asked in a low voice.

"What are they doing? Are they using corporal punishment?"

"No."

The answer this time was a sunflower.

"According to Shuen, this is formatting. From childhood, the energy of the indigo lamp is used to clear away all their excess emotions and personalities, molding them into parts that conform to the tribal standards."

Sunflower's voice was filled with disgust, and her leaves trembled, showing how angry she was about this terrible behavior towards the child.

Finally, they arrived at a circular open-air plaza built from countless purple boulders.

In the center of the square stands a giant lantern, tens of meters high!

That must be what Kha'Zix was talking about, the central energy battery!

At this moment, hundreds of Indigo Clan members are prostrating themselves before the central battery, performing some kind of worship ceremony.

They all repeated it over and over again.

"Nok...Nok...Nok...Nok..."

The sound echoed throughout the entire square.

It gives one a sense of unease and oppression that comes from the depths of one's soul.

Beneath that enormous central battery sat three elders, clearly older than the other Indigo Clan members.

Their robes were even more magnificent, and the staffs they held shone with an indigo light.

They must be the tribal elders Kha'Zix mentioned, who, along with Natmo, guarded the land of the seed of light.

Just as Shuen and Hal were hiding behind a boulder, quietly observing everything...

One of the elders, the old man sitting in the very center with a small tuft of white beard on his chin, slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze traveled across the vast distance to land on the boulder where Shuen and Hal were hiding.

His hand, which was resting on the staff, twitched slightly.

Discovered?

No, or rather...

From the moment they set foot on this planet, they have been under each other's watchful eyes.

This is a huge hunting ground.

And those two were the prey who thought they were well disguised, but had already been targeted and lured into the trap by the hunter.