Chapter 414: Allen's Counterattack on Apokolips
The entire nuclear power plant was littered with the corpses of demon-like creatures.
Fortunately, the plant had once been the size of a small town, easily capable of storing millions of bodies.
But now, Allen faced a dilemma.
Millions of materials might seem like a vast quantity, but in truth, it was nowhere near enough.
It might not even suffice to evolve the Bone Dragon.
If used to enhance the undead army instead, it could yield several hundred powerful skeletons at Tier 12 or Tier 15.
"As the saying goes, you've got to take risks for great rewards. Concentrate your resources to do big things."
Without hesitation, Allen chose to evolve the Bone Dragon.
After all, an eye-catching mount was something he simply couldn't resist.
…
Tier 12, Frostbone Dragon (Mutated)
…
At last, the Bone Dragon experienced its first mutation. Its entire body looked like an ice-blue crystal, giving off an even more awe-inspiring presence.
One mutation meant its growth potential now reached Tier 18.
…
Tier 13, Frost Nether Dragon (Mutated)
…
"Huh... Did this guy evolve again?"
Half an hour later, with enough additional corpses delivered, it completed another evolution—resulting in a second mutation.
Allen speculated aloud, "If one mutation adds three tiers, then two would mean a cap of Tier 21."
"What does Tier 21 even mean?"
"Probably enough to smash the screen and beat up a hundred thousand readers, and maybe whip the dumbass author into updating until the story ends."
"Stomp... Just how many materials would that take?"
Indeed, reaching Tier 18 conservatively required over ten million materials. For Tier 21, it would easily take a hundred million.
"You're really pushing me here."
Allen scowled. "The idiot author added so many mechanics... What, am I supposed to wipe out the world?"
Suddenly, his expression turned shy and embarrassed. "Being an apocalyptic dark overlord is so awkward. I mean, I'm the isekai protagonist—what if I run into fellow transmigrators? That'd be super embarrassing."
After his little melodrama, the Bone Dragon continued evolving.
…
Tier 16, Death Frost Dragon
…
The corpse materials were finally used up, halting progress at Tier 16.
Now, the Death Frost Dragon stood 50 meters tall and nearly 200 meters long.
It possessed a string of wide-area destruction skills.
Most notably, its Ice Age ability only required a completed chant to plunge a small country—up to a million square kilometers—into perpetual subzero temperatures.
ROAR...
A deafening dragon's cry echoed across heaven and earth.
It was as if a god of frost and calamity had arrived to proclaim the end of days.
Still, this was far from its final form.
Unfortunately, there were no materials left.
Wait!
Allen narrowed his eyes, looking toward the crystalline pillar. He muttered thoughtfully, "Couldn't I reverse the portal and invade Apokolips instead?"
There were untold numbers of demon-like beings on Apokolips—probably hundreds of millions—enough to evolve the Bone Dragon to Tier 21.
Besides, the X Lantern Ring on his hand could manifest a Mother Box, which had the same functionality.
…
Apokolips.
Inside the palace symbolizing royal authority.
Darkseid was patiently browsing through Steppenwolf's memories.
Apokolips' level of technology actually placed it in the second tier; they couldn't even build starships capable of large-scale interstellar travel.
In the past, they relied on Mother Boxes to search for life-bearing planets and open portals to invade them.
Due to the loss of the Mother Boxes, Darkseid had ceased his conquest of other worlds.
Though Apokolips had a fearsome reputation across the universe, no major force dared provoke them.
The reason? Fear of one thing:
The Divine Power of Dominion: The Omega Beams.
The terrifying aspect was that Omega Beams were conceptual divine powers.
As long as the wielder had a clear idea of their target, the beams could strike from afar—traversing even space and time to kill.
Only those with powerful defenses could hope to endure the attack.
"This guy's kind of interesting."
On the screen, watching Allen's bizarre behavior and the undead he summoned, even Darkseid couldn't help frowning.
He had roamed the cosmos for millennia and had never faced an opponent like this.
Of course, very few enemies had ever survived an encounter with him.
"Alert: A spatial channel is initiating reverse linkage—final authorization has been bypassed!"
Suddenly, the planetary defense system reacted.
A space channel device—one that normally required a Mother Box to function—began operating without any command input.
The key issue was that only a Mother Box could power this system to support large-scale invasion forces. Without it, it could only perform single-person teleportation.
That's why Steppenwolf had come alone to Earth. Otherwise, he'd have led an army through easily.
ROAR...
A single dragon's cry stunned the citizens of Apokolips' capital.
However, having lived under Darkseid's brutal rule for generations, the people of Apokolips had become a savage, violence-worshipping race.
"Damn alien scum, invading Apokolips? He's got a death wish."
"I can't wait to see the alien get mauled by bloodthirsty beasts in the arena."
"Our great lord will lead us to conquer their planet and slaughter or enslave them all."
"I wonder how alien women taste... Probably delicious roasted after some fun."
…
Faced with an alien invasion, the natives of Apokolips showed no fear.
On the contrary, they eagerly discussed how to enslave and enjoy the newcomers.
They had no idea that a catastrophe was descending upon them.
BOOM!
A massive body crashed down from the sky.
Icy winds streamed downward, as if an iceberg had dropped from the heavens.
"What the hell is that?"
"Looks like a supernatural dragon."
"But it's just bones... Is it a dead dragon?"
"I'm sneaking a bone shard home to use as decoration."
…
Atop the Death Frost Dragon, Allen's teeth were chattering.
The frigid cold was unbearable, leaving him shivering all over.
Emerald Sword God's skull—shaped like a vivid green gemstone—was clearly displaying helplessness.
All because Allen had snuggled into his arms, forcing him into a bridal carry.
Well, he was the master after all.
As soon as Allen landed, the cold seeped up from his feet. Even with his eighty-four-times-enhanced physique, he couldn't withstand the chill. That alone showed how terrifying it was.
If the Death Frost Dragon were dumped into a lake, it'd probably freeze the whole thing into solid ice instantly.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Darkseid had already arrived. Upon laying eyes on the Death Frost Dragon, he deeply furrowed his brows—for the first time, he felt a hint of pressure.
"Uncle Dark... Ah-choo!"
Allen greeted him but immediately sneezed.
Suddenly, a crooked energy beam launched an ambush.
It was clearly Darkseid, breaking the rules and striking first. Twin beams of terrifying energy shot from his eyes.
Omega Beams: 100% hit rate.
Unless the target's identifying information was incomplete, making it impossible to lock on.
But at this close range, he could clearly see Allen's face—no extra info needed.
If the distance had been between planets and the target's appearance was unknown, the beams' trigger conditions would've been much stricter.
"Ahhh…"
Terrified, Allen buried his head into Emerald Sword God's chest.
But the expected outcome didn't happen.
Most surprised of all was Darkseid, his expression one of disbelief.
It failed!?
The Omega Beams didn't kill the target.
Normally, those hit by them turned to ash instantly—yet Allen was completely unharmed.
In truth, one of the hundreds of skeletal undead had turned to dust.
Substitution Spell.
When faced with a fatal attack, the damage was transferred to a summoned creature.
It was a passive skill, requiring no active input from Allen.
"Damn it, Uncle Dark, you didn't even throw out a threat first?"
Allen rubbed his nose to stifle another sneeze, then commanded the Death Frost Dragon: "Arlong, go get him!"
ROAR!
The dragon soared.
With a sudden pounce, its mountainous body moved with shocking speed—like a blur.
The lesser undead were less fortunate, raining down like dead leaves.
Only a few top-tier undead could fly.
Darkseid met the charge with a punch.
He was empowered by Apokolips' divine energy—his physical strength far beyond human comprehension.
He was one of the New Gods of the cosmos.
BOOM!
When their powers collided, even the air seemed to tremble.
Darkseid relied on sheer brute force to withstand the hit.
"Divine Ice Power?"
Upon disengaging, he noticed frost forming on his skin.
He instantly reacted.
Planting a foot on the dragon's claw, he kicked off to quickly create distance.
"Die."
At the same time, energy surged in his eyes—another Omega Beam blast.
ROAR…
Frost Dragon Breath.
A torrent of icy air burst from the Death Frost Dragon's maw.
Instantly, the jagged energy beam and icy breath clashed midair, locked in a stalemate.
As Darkseid and the Death Frost Dragon battled, Apokolips' demon legions surged forward like a tidal wave.
Several commanders on par with Steppenwolf, along with the fearsome Furies, led the charge.
Golden Arrow God, Bloodbone Mage God, Emerald Sword God, and Bone Sword God—over a thousand powerful undead surged to meet the enemy.
Allen unfurled the Undead Sky Veil, and above his head floated the murky Crown of Calamity, reviving all shattered skeletons.
These hundreds of undead equaled hundreds of extra lives.
Darkseid's sneak attack made it clear—he understood Allen was the key target.
If the summoner died, all summoned undead would perish with him.
But with a damage-transfer skill, that plan had failed.
With the Death Frost Dragon holding off Darkseid, Allen could now focus on collecting materials without worry.
"The Furies don't waste their blades on the nameless."
All members of the Furies were New Gods of Apokolips, handpicked by Darkseid and subjected to inhuman training from childhood. Their loyalty was absolute.
"I serve the master—Emerald Sword God."
Before answering, Emerald Sword God sneaked a glance at Allen, unable to think of a respectful title befitting such an eccentric master.
A flash of emerald light slashed toward a Fury preparing to support the battlefield.
He declared coolly, "Your opponent is me."
"Damn, that's slick."
From the ground, Allen gave him a thumbs-up. "You're even better at posing than me."
"…"
Moments later, Emerald Sword God was surrounded—but he didn't falter.
His graceful figure danced among the Furies.
Each blade strike was sharp and fast, forcing these warrior women—each as strong as Steppenwolf—into pure defense.
"He's really got the moves."
Allen said with envy, "Man, I wish I could look that cool."
By contrast, Bone Sword God was a bit underwhelming.
As a top-tier cannon fodder, expectations couldn't be too high.
He was barely holding his own in a one-on-one fight with a commander of Apokolips—going blow for blow but clearly strained.
If not for Golden Arrow God providing cover from time to time, he'd probably be missing a few ribs.
That left the job of mowing down the demon hordes to Bloodbone Mage God.
His blood magic was perfect for crowd control.
Countless demon creatures had their blood drained midair and collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"Minions, grab those corpses!"
Seizing the moment, Allen led hundreds of skeletons in a grand charge to collect the fallen bodies.
The native citizens of Apokolips' capital watched the battle like a show.
Darkseid, the army commander, and the Furies—beings regarded as divine—had already appeared, all convinced the invasion would be over soon.
Many of the locals were sneaking toward the battlefield, hoping to scavenge spoils.
Though Apokolips appeared to be a spacefaring civilization, in truth it operated more like a slave-based society.
Ordinary native citizens lived lives barely better than slaves, their value exploited to support the upper class.
In turn, those native citizens squeezed the slaves captured from war and conquest.
A pyramidal structure of layered oppression had formed.
At the top stood the lofty Darkseid, followed by a privileged aristocratic class.
As a result, when war broke out, their first thought wasn't to flee, but to look for ways to profit.
For instance, looting gear off dead Parademons, raiding wealthy households in the chaos, or, in bolder cases, attempting to capture and sell invaders.
In such a savage and chaotic civilization, greed was naturally one of its dominant themes.
At a corner, Allen spotted two tattoo-covered locals quietly trying to carry off a Parademon corpse.
"Stop right there! How dare you steal my materials?"
Allen barked at them, but instead of being intimidated, the two natives' eyes lit up with excitement.
"Grab him—he's a top-grade slave."
"Let's play with him a bit first. He's got hair, sure, but that smooth skin—he'll do just fine."
The hideous, twisted expressions on their faces were full of vile intent.
Step by step, they approached, tongues licking their lips in excitement.
"Yamete!"
Allen immediately felt a chill run down his spine and clenched his cheeks instinctively. Clutching his butt, he turned and ran, shouting, "They've gotta be gay thugs from Sichuan!"
"Pin him down and have our way with him."
"I'm already hard."
As soon as they saw Allen fleeing in panic, the two natives couldn't wait to start stripping off their clothes.
But as they turned the corner—
They froze in place as if petrified.
Right before them stood hundreds of skeletal warriors, their eye sockets burning with soul flames, silently staring them down.
Allen shed his previous look of panic, lazily pulling his hood over his ears and asked casually, "Were you two planning something inappropriate with me?"
"N-No! Not at all! We were just overwhelmed with admiration for you, sir, and instinctively took off our clothes as a show of our utmost respect."
"Y-Yeah, yeah! Big bro, the moment I saw you, I felt a deep urge to follow you."
The two natives put on fawning smiles as they slowly backed away, trying to slip off while Allen wasn't looking.
Suddenly, their eyes went wide in terror.
Fear Aura.
One of the innate abilities that some skeletal mages possessed.
It could instantly plunge enemies into a state of endless fear, stripping them of all will to resist.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two bone spears pierced through the chests of the two natives.
They'd already wet themselves from fear before they died.
For now, Allen's priority was to strengthen the skeleton troops.
The Death Frost Dragon couldn't disengage at the moment, so the only viable move was to create a large enough elite undead force, collect enough physical materials to sustain them, and have them take over the task of keeping Darkseid occupied—buying Allen time to help the Death Frost Dragon evolve.