Chapter 333: Allen's Time to Shine
The center of the plaza was packed with dark creatures and bio-warriors, swarming the massive bus as they launched continuous attacks.
At the same time, this scene drew the attention of multiple factions.
The sorcerers protecting the Ancient One, and the superheroes locked in intense battle with the thirteen core Apostles, all found themselves baffled.
They genuinely couldn't guess what Allen was planning—was he trying to wipe out the enemy army in one fell swoop?
Just then, five angels came hurtling from the sky like meteors, targeting the plaza directly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, blinding white light radiated from the center of the plaza, engulfing everything in a searing brightness like eternal noon. All that could be seen was an endless sea of white.
Not good!
The thirteen core Apostles felt an intense sense of danger. Without hesitation, they abandoned their opponents and scrambled for cover.
The blazing light-energy was clearly their natural enemy.
Moments later, the intense light began to fade.
At the center of the plaza, only a single black bus remained.
The dark monsters and bio-warriors that had once filled the area had been obliterated in the angels' self-destruction.
As the light dimmed, the bus transformed into green energy and was absorbed away.
Allen looked visibly disappointed. "What a shame. I didn't manage to die after all."
But many heroes and pureblood nobles were glaring at him with exasperation.
They had truly believed Allen was pulling off some noble self-sacrifice.
But that wasn't the case at all. No matter how shameless Allen acted, he would never actually risk his life.
Cowardly at heart, he would grovel before powerful villains without hesitation—but never truly surrender. His specialty was the sneaky backstab.
In truth, he had planned it all: rescuing the heroes to draw the enemy's attention, then using the Black Lantern Ring's "lights-out" protocol to protect everyone at once.
And finally—boom. The five angels self-destructed to wipe the field clean.
Shing!
The sharp edge of the Blade of Vulcan was suddenly at Allen's throat as Wonder Woman coldly said, "If you're that eager to die, I can make it happen."
"That sword was just 0.01 centimeters from my throat… But after a quarter of an incense stick's time, its wielder will be hopelessly in love with me—because I'm about to tell a lie. And while I've told countless lies in my life, this one… this one's my masterpiece."
"…"
Allen didn't flinch at all, even reciting a classic movie line with a dramatic flair.
Diana looked completely dumbfounded. Did this guy just say his inner thoughts out loud?
Thud!
As everyone wondered what Allen would do next, he dropped to his knees with unnerving smoothness, wrapped both arms around Diana's thighs, and pressed his cheek against her leg with a look of pure bliss.
"Mercy, oh great heroine!"
He clung to her thighs with both legs, shamelessly pleading, "Your Highness, you can hit me, curse me, kick me, cut me… and I'll still never stop wanting to be your loyal simp."
Damn… I wish I were that shameless.
If shamelessness could win over every female hero in sight, then who needs pride?
The watching heroes could only look on with envy.
"Can you get off? Your drool is all over my leg."
Diana pried his face away, only to see Allen sticking out his tongue with a "not done yet" look.
Sluuurp!
With one last slurp of drool, Allen returned to a serious pose, finally letting go of her thigh.
Yeehaw!
He then leapt onto Lilith's back.
Tch…
This guy clearly had no shame.
Lilith looked helpless—after all, she had agreed to this nonsense.
Having fawned over the goddess, he now rode the queen. The heroes wanted to trade places with him on the spot, while the pureblood nobles could only stew in silence.
The vampire clan had officially lost all face. Their mighty progenitor had been reduced to some madman's mount—they couldn't even show their faces in public now.
"Hey Na-na, are you mad?" Allen beamed smugly.
"As long as you're happy," Diana replied flatly, clearly seeing through his antics and refusing to take the bait.
"Help! Someone help me!"
Just then, a familiar cry rang out.
Up in the air, Iron Man Tony was entangled in thorny vines, completely unable to leverage his armor's strengths. He looked like a human-sized action figure, completely at the mercy of Thorn Rose.
The thirteen core Apostles had each locked onto a specific hero, seemingly custom-designed to counter their powers.
"Hang in there, nephew! Uncle's coming to save you!"
Allen looked down at Lilith. "Can you fly me up?"
"No."
It was humiliating enough to be ridden on land. Flying? Absolutely not.
No worries—Allen could fly a woman.
Using the Black Lantern Ring, he restrained Lilith's limbs, levitating her into the air.
Allen then changed position, standing on her back with his hands behind his back like some immortal swordsman.
Ignoring her flailing and cursing, he began a full cosplay performance.
"Hey! Vile creature! Release the chief disciple of Patriarch Goldcore!"
Pointing his finger like a sword, he shouted with righteous fury.
Allen exuded the aura of a true cultivator.
"You want to save him? Then let's see if you've got the skills."
Thorn Rose wasn't fazed. Her vines tightened further, slipping into the gaps in Tony's armor. The ordinary human inside had no way to escape.
Worse, the thorns were laced with multiple toxins, capable of adapting to different foes.
"Petty tricks."
Allen raised his finger and declared solemnly, "True Samadhi Fire, release—!"
"…"
Thorn Rose stared blankly. Allen was just putting on a show—nothing was happening at all.
"As expected. This Western comic world is suppressing my entire foundation… Even a basic Samadhi Fire won't come out. What a shame. If I could just sense the Heavenly Dao, I'd be in the Nascent Soul stage in no time…"
Boom!
While she was distracted by Allen's theatrical nonsense, a sudden burst of flame hit Thorn Rose's back.
"Hellfire!?"
The roaring flames rapidly engulfed her, even spreading along the extended vines.
"I played my part well, didn't I?" came a voice behind her.
Naturally, it was the husky launching a sneak attack—otherwise, why would Allen waste so much breath?
"Brilliantly done."
Allen patted the husky's head and said smugly, "Good dog gets a head pat."
"Screw you, moron. Get lost."
And just like that, the man and dog immediately fell out again.
Within seconds, Thorn Rose was reduced to ashes.
After all, the difference in power was massive. The husky was a dimensional lord; taking out a mere Magic Crown-class mage was child's play.
"Catch meeee!"
Tony, now free, was still paralyzed by the toxins. His armor had also been damaged, unable to maintain stable flight. He could only fall.
No hero on the ground dared to catch him—his armor weighed a ton. One wrong move and someone could end up with broken bones.
Thud!
He hit the ground hard.
Even with internal shock absorbers, Tony was left dizzy and groaning.
Allen tossed a few cleric spells his way, then turned to help the others.
By this point, the Ancient One had stopped maintaining the mirror dimension. With no more dark creatures or bio-warriors, she now focused entirely on hunting down the remaining core Apostles.
One had to admit—each Apostle had a unique trait and incredible durability.
If it weren't for the husky's Hellfire countering Thorn Rose's plant-based abilities, Allen would've had a much harder time taking her down.
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