Actually, when Su Ming systematically obtained the Six-Color Lantern Ring, the leaders of those Lantern Corps more or less knew something about it.
After all, the rings were distributed by the Central Lantern Furnace. They flew out from the headquarters of their respective Lantern Groups, and the target locations were recorded.
All six rings flew one after another to the Moon in Sector 2814. If they communicated with each other, they would find it very strange.
However, the various Lantern Corps don't exchange this kind of intelligence, and they are currently too busy. Except for the Yellow Lantern Corps, the other five are at the Origin Wall, resisting the giants on the wall.
Sinestro removed the Yellow Lantern Ring, leaving the Legion of Fear leaderless. Others are now fighting an internal war for leadership, and this is not the first time.
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Hal is currently using his Lantern Ring to manifest fighter jets, and piloting them to strafe the giants. Watching countless members of the Lantern Corps turn into meat patties or cosmic dust under enemy attacks makes him feel uneasy.
But the Central Lantern Furnace of Oa, along with the Little Blue Men parasitizing Oa, don't care about how many soldiers are consumed.
This is war, and life is just a number.
The Central Lantern Furnace operates normally, distributing rings to all eligible beings in the cosmos according to the previous established rules.
So when communication from Oa informed Hal that, in the last Oa time, the Central Lantern Furnace sent out over 3,000 rings into the universe, Hal didn't realize anything was amiss.
"Oh."
He just responded like that and then engaged in the battle at hand again.
Instead of pondering over that, it's better to put in more effort and try to reduce the casualties of the new recruits.
The only one with a clearer understanding of this matter is actually the Blue Lantern, which has the fewest members in the Lantern Corps.
Well, there are only about twenty people in the entire Lantern Group, so adding one person is very noticeable!
But the Holy Walker merely pondered briefly and silently acknowledged this matter.
He sat cross-legged in cosmic space, started muttering some unknown language as if chanting.
The situations of the Cyan Lantern, Purple Lantern, and Red Lantern are similar; they are very busy right now and can't keep up.
These giants are really too strong, the weakest of them is cosmic-level powerhouse, and there is a bunch here!
Fighting with them, a distraction means death, who cares how many rings the Central Lantern Furnace sends out?
Because generally speaking, the hosts chosen by the rings are like-minded people, and those who wear rings of the same color are their comrades.
But Su Ming utilized off-boundary methods to deliberately stimulate his emotions, gaining multiple emotional spectrums as if cheating.
However, this method still depends on the person; without a good foundation, it's impossible to replicate. X Metal, tools or pets that can interfere with the host's emotions, self-hypnosis, external assistance – none of these conditions can be lacked, and it must be timed when the Lantern Corps are busy.
Timing, geographic advantage, and human harmony, all must be in hand to execute such a plan.
Just like now.
Thanks to the Totality, thanks to the Justice League, thanks to the Destruction Legion, a perfect opportunity...
But Su Ming doesn't want these Lantern Rings to do bad things; it's all for the survival of the cosmos, yes, that's it.
It's all for the universe, and there isn't any intention for himself, really, none at all!
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2828 Sector Vega System, Ocaro Star.
Larfleeze is huddled in his burrow, counting his treasures.
As the leader of the Orange Lantern Corps, this Lantern Corps has only him left, as he killed the others, their souls and wills absorbed into the Orange Lantern Central Lamp Furnace, becoming 'Orange Lantern Ghosts' under Larfleeze's command.
They were once comrades, but Larfleeze never hesitated to kill them because everything on this planet should be his.
No matter what it is, it's his treasure!
So at this moment, his cave is filled with 'treasures' he doesn't even know what they are for.
Among them are empty canister boxes, cola bottles, KFC fried chicken empty boxes, and various garbages from other planets.
Whether it's torn clothes or worn shoes, as long as it's on this planet, it is his!
If the other Lantern Corps are playing a grand strategy game, then Larfleeze is playing a beggar simulator.
"491587, 491588, 491589..."
He is counting treasures, hmm, last time a cosmic container fell on his planet, it was full of beautiful screws; he has to count the numbers regularly to prevent anyone from stealing his treasures.
According to the initial agreement with the Guardians, Larfleeze has complete ownership of this planet, but no member of the Orange Lantern Corps is allowed to leave here.
However, as Larfleeze killed everyone else, the threat of the Orange Lantern Corps has greatly reduced, and too many of the Guardians have died, so this rule isn't enforced particularly strictly anymore.
So Larfleeze can roam freely, scavenging, as everything he sees becomes his treasure.
He used to be very smart, but endless greed has blinded his intellect, and now, he cannot even think about what obtaining treasures is for.
That bad guy Hal often takes advantage of Larfleeze's greed, like bringing some common Earth trash or pretty glass marbles to trick Larfleeze into exerting effort.
Now, after counting these screws, Larfleeze plans to check out the border of the Wall of Origin. The other Lantern Corps leaders have called him several times to help, and he indeed wants to go there to pick up some things.
The treasures on the battlefield are always abundant.
However, we've just counted less than 10% of the treasures so far, and he cannot leave; he must finish counting before setting off, otherwise he won't be at ease.
The reddish-orange mist of Ocaro Star shrouds everything, and he really loves this homely atmosphere; the light from the fixed star does not reach his cave, because the whole planet is piled high with his treasures.
Of course, Hal calls this place the Garbage Star, akin to the junkyards or waste treatment plants he's seen on Earth.
Countless waste metals form solitary peaks that tower into the clouds, and the liquid from old energy batteries flows out and gathers into lakes; undoubtedly, it is all garbage.
Lafritz did have some good stuff in the past, but he often couldn't keep it; his strength was insufficient to protect his treasures from cosmic-level big shots.
Anyhow, if a big shot loses any powerful tool in space, they just come here to interrogate Lafritz.
As long as they can defeat the Endless Orange Lantern Ghosts and the Lamp Beast 'Desire Python', Lafritz's combat prowess is not worth mentioning.
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As Lafritz was counting screws, he suddenly let out a 'Hmm?'.
His dog-like nose twitched; in fact, his race's form is more like Dragon People or Demon, but his large nostrils give him an excellent sense of smell.
He caught a strange scent, one he had never smelled before—fragrant and spicy.
"Niffler..."
For some reason, this scent made his saliva frantically secrete, as if it were a biological instinct.
Then he noticed a small, already opened bag sliding in from the cave's entrance.
A soft plastic bag; such packaging is only used by backward civilizations in the Cosmos, but his attention wasn't on that—it was on what was inside the bag.
Little red sticks about the length of his fingers were arranged inside the bag, covered with lots of grease and plant powder.
The strange fragrance emanated from them.
Distracted for a moment, he forgot how many screws he'd counted, and would have to recount later.
But it gave him a chance to set aside his treasure, walk over, and pick up the small bag.
The small bag was transparent, decorated with red patterns and designs on both top and bottom, and featured a small round logo, half black and half yellow.
"Ring, what is this treasure?"
Language barrier doesn't matter; the ring is truly a Cosmic Translator, allowing its possessor to master any language as adeptly as a true speaker.
The ring of course provided him an answer: 'Spicy Gluten Sticks', a primitive food.
If it's food, he can eat it. After all, everything on this planet belongs to him, and even though he doesn't know where it came from, it's undoubtedly his.
Last time, he expended a great effort intercepting a KFC delivery in the Cosmos, and even offended the Green Lantern Corps due to this, but he didn't regret it at all.
Although he only tasted a little of that fried chicken before Colonel Sanders and Hal snatched it back, even Lafritz admits Earth food is delicious.
Just sniffing these spicy little sticks makes them smell even better than fried chicken.
"Slurp, slurp..."
Considering the stick-shaped food in his hand, he instinctively slurped it down, but soon his orange skin turned red.
This stuff might be tasty, but it was way too spicy; with his constitution, he couldn't handle too much.
Perhaps for aliens, the twelve little chilies on the packaging might just be decorative motifs, but Earthlings who often eat spicy know what they mean.
Su Ming's Wilson Enterprises is indeed a conscientious company; according to the international spice standards (SPH) set in 1912, if marked as 12-level spiciness, there's no compromise.
Selling alcohol without watering down, cigarettes without flavoring, cosmetics without hormones—business should be genuine.
When he returned over there to visit Kama Taiji, The Ancient One was eating these.
When Su Ming visited, naturally she wouldn't eat alone and offered Su Ming several bags too. Although these were products of Wilson Enterprises, that's just hospitality.
Knowing well the goods his factory produces, Su Ming himself couldn't handle such spicy levels and casually tucked them into his pocket.
Now they're coming in handy.
The small bag contained only a few little sticks, which Lafritz quickly consumed. At this point, he noticed another bag popping up not far down the fork in the road.
With almost no hesitation, he again went over, picked it up, and ate it.
Finished eating, he looked up, and—hey!—turning to the left, there was another bag on the ground not far away.
"Mine! Hiss, all mine! Hiss hiss..."
Lafritz rushed over, intuitively ripped open the bag, and sent the food to his mouth; for some reason, these things are so addictive he simply can't stop.
Bending down, ripping open the package, stuffing it into his mouth.
The spicy taste stimulated his brain; not only his scalp but even his mind felt fuzzy in consciousness, yet his eyes fixated on that red color, his nostrils savoring that fragrant aroma.
So, following the trail of spicy treats, he twisted and turned and disappeared in the Trash Mountain...