## Chapter 353: Ink Presider
Tang Song handed over a hundred-dollar bill as a tip. Amidst the doorman's repeated thanks, he walked into the hotel with a composed expression.
"Sir! How may I help you?" A young Female Front Desk Attendant, in her twenties with a pleasant face, blonde hair, and blue eyes, stood up and asked Tang Song.
"I have a room booked here!"
Tang Song extended a finger and lightly tapped the counter twice. A black smoke rose, and a hotel confirmation slip appeared on the Female Front Desk Attendant's desk.
Of course, in the eyes of the blonde, blue-eyed Female Front Desk Attendant, Tang Song had taken out his mobile phone and shown her the hotel confirmation slip.
After checking it, she quickly verified the information on the hotel's computer. Looking at the hotel room Tang Song had booked, the smile on her face became a bit more sincere.
"Sir, you have reserved our hotel's Presidential Suite. The room has been reserved for you in advance. I will now call your Personal Butler!" The Female Front Desk Attendant said, about to call the Lobby Manager.
"No need, I prefer quiet!"
"Then I will escort you to your room!" The Female Front Desk Attendant instructed her colleague beside her before leaving the front desk.
"Sir, are you not carrying any luggage?" The Female Front Desk Attendant had intended to carry Tang Song's luggage for him but saw that the guest before her had empty hands.
"I won't be staying in Gotham City for too long, so I don't need much luggage!" Tang Song explained simply.
"Please follow me, for Presidential Suite guests, our hotel is equipped with a dedicated, separate elevator!"
The Female Front Desk Attendant walked half a step ahead of Tang Song, leading him to an elevator. She swiped a card and opened the elevator door for Tang Song.
The Hilton Hotel was not unfamiliar to Tang Song. In the Marvel Universe of another world, he was a VVIP of Hilton, and even had a Presidential Suite permanently reserved for him at the Hilton Hotel in New York.
That was a place where he enjoyed life during his leisure time, though he didn't stay at the hotel much. He only occasionally went there for intimate encounters with some Famous Model and celebrities.
Most of the time, it remained empty.
After achieving success in cultivation, Tang Song's leisure activities like this became much less frequent, so his reserved room remained empty year-round.
"Sir, is there anything else you need me to assist you with?"
After asking Tang Song if he needed the bathroom water temperature adjusted or if he needed dinner, the Front Desk Attendant handed the room card to Tang Song with both hands and asked with a smile.
"Thank you, not for now!" Tang Song took out a few dollar bills and handed them to the Front Desk Attendant.
The Female Front Desk Attendant maintained a polite smile, accepting the tip Tang Song offered with both hands, a hint of disappointment flashing in her eyes.
It wasn't because she disliked the small tip from the guest, but rather disappointment at not having the opportunity for further development with this guest.
Young, wealthy, and so handsome, even if this guest wasn't overly generous, she wouldn't mind...
Penguin's death caused a chain reaction. The Territory he left behind attracted the covetous gazes of over a dozen Gang, large and small, throughout Gotham City.
This scene was similar to the chaotic situation in New York after Kingpin was taken down.
However, Gotham City did not have a powerful figure like Tang Song back then, who could fill the void left by Kingpin in a very short time.
And the only one who could truly hold the Territory, Batman, was currently busy with intensive work for the world safety of the entire Earth.
Thus, the entire Gotham City was filled with gunfire and bombing sounds.
The Gotham City Police Department deployed all available manpower, doing their best to protect the Wealthy District. As for the Black Community and Poor Community, due to insufficient manpower and police presence, they had to be abandoned.
Despite Gordon's strong protests to the Mayor and City Council, all he received was the Mayor's understated remark: "Prioritize protecting the Taxpayer who has contributed to Gotham City!"
Facing the collective pressure from Gotham City's upper class and the shortage of manpower.
Even Gordon had no method. In the face of reality, he could only compromise.
Tang Song sat by the hotel's floor-to-ceiling window. The Presidential Suite of the five-star hotel offered an extremely wide view. Sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window, Tang Song could clearly see the thick smoke and firelight rising from the distant streets.
In the sky above where the explosion flames were, streaks of black smoke, visible only to him, drifted up, converging mightily towards the same Direction.
"It seems the agent I chose is doing quite well. Selene, I hope you don't disappoint your name!"
Opening a bottle of Bordeaux red wine from the hotel, Tang Song swirled the wine glass, his eyes reflecting scenes of Harley Quinn wielding a baseball bat and controlling several Iron Armored Corpses armed with Vulcan Cannons, chasing down the Gang Gunman in various Street Blocks.
"Beep beep beep—"
Outside the Dam Ruin District, Cyborg used the intelligent program of his modified body to hack into a data observation satellite in Orbit above.
Actually, he didn't need to hack it. This data surveillance satellite, which had been orbiting above Gotham City for years, was owned by Wayne Enterprises. Bruce Wayne had specifically acquired an aerospace company and launched this satellite to monitor the entire Gotham City.
It wasn't Cyborg's fault; he hadn't expected the scope of cash power to be so extensive.
Cyborg controlled the monitoring satellite, providing technical support to Barry Allen, who was drawing a magic map within the Urban Area. With their full cooperation.
Soon, from an overhead view, a giant lotus platform gradually appeared on the Ground.
Complex patterns formed petal after petal of the lotus flower. Looking at the gradually forming lotus platform on the Ground through the overhead view, for some reason, Victor's consciousness felt a moment of trance, as if he saw a blurry figure sitting on a Blood-Colored Lotus Platform.
That intense feeling was as if just one look would cause his flesh and blood and soul to be sucked into this Blood-Colored Lotus Platform.
Even his mechanical body, modified by the Mother Box, had its magnetic field affected by this Blood-Colored Lotus Platform, at one point losing contact with the surveillance satellite overhead.
Cyborg shook his head, clearing the lotus flower image from his memory. Only then did his condition improve somewhat.
Cyborg, who had reconnected to the data satellite, now found that Barry Allen's location was stationary. He quickly asked on the communication channel: "Barry, what's happening over there? Do you need reinforcements?"
Barry Allen swung the egg-thick bone staff in his hand, picked it up, and took a look. He saw that the bone staff, covered in mosquito-sized unknown characters, had very little of the gray mist left in the middle.
"This thing is out of ink. Looks like I'll have to wait another hour!"
Barry Allen checked the bone staff, then stepped forward. Before he could finish his sentence, he had already appeared ten kilometers away, arriving beside Cyborg Victor.
Even having seen it many times, Cyborg Victor was still amazed by Barry Allen's speed.
According to the distance and time calculated from the overhead view of the observation satellite, this Kid Flash's speed could reach an astonishing 1122m/s!
Could this speed really be achieved by a human?
However, thinking about his own modified body, fused with various alien technology after being modified by the Mother Box, Cyborg Victor felt relieved.
After interacting with the members of the Justice League and witnessing their inhuman abilities, Cyborg, who had been trapped in self-doubt, gradually emerged from the shadow.
He wasn't a monster!
"What kind of ink do you think is inside this staff? It can even restore itself!"
Barry Allen stuck the bone staff he was holding into the soil beside him and slumped down next to Victor to rest.
He wasn't physically tired, but rather under immense mental pressure from facing the dense Parademons, coupled with the presence of that Mysterious Person.
He wasn't sure if that Evil God would truly descend in their true body to the Current World once the magic array was completed.
He wanted to tell Mr. Wayne and the others about that person's existence, but on the other side was his Mother.
On one side was the potential world safety, and on the other was the opportunity to resurrect his Mother. In Barry Allen's mind, there seemed to be a swaying scale.
Under the immense pressure, Barry Allen lay back on the grass, closing his eyes tightly.
Cyborg glanced at Barry Allen, thinking he was physically fatigued. He stood up and moved aside to keep alert for Barry, wanting his little brother to rest well.
Neither of them noticed that the bone staff stuck beside Barry Allen, the dense characters on the white bone, were now changing and wriggling like living beings. These characters wriggled and combined into talismans. The pale engravings quietly turned into Blood-Colored Runes.
As soon as the Runes, resembling fresh human blood or bright cinnabar, appeared, a faint mumbling sound instantly spread out.
Accompanied by this eerie voice, audible only to Yin Spirit ghosts.
Souls that had died violently within hundreds of kilometers instantly converged towards this white bone soul summoning staff.
Countless streaks of black smoke, invisible to ordinary people, converged towards this bone staff. In the blink of an eye, these black smoke transformed into Yin Souls with broken limbs and bodies covered in bullet holes.
These Yin Souls, who had died violently in Gang shootouts, had their minds confused by the voice emanating from the bone staff.
They rushed into the bone staff, vying for the front.
Inside the white bone staff, Blood-Colored Spirit Marks condensed into restriction formations. Within these exorcism and soul locking restriction formations, these Yin Souls were directly crushed into powder, turning into clumps of gray mist.
Cyborg Victor saw the dense Yin Souls around him. Some even passed through his body, and he only felt a sudden chill.
Feeling the somewhat cold wind blowing in gusts, Victor took off his jacket and covered Barry Allen with it, exposing his semi-mechanized body openly in the sunlight for the first time without avoidance.
Marvel Universe, two hundred light-years away from the Solar System, somewhere on a Desolate Planet. This planet has a diameter of about thirty thousand kilometers, is perennially arid, and its land and Mountain Range occupy about seventy-three percent of the Planet Surface.
Although water resources are scarce, life still exists on this Planet. It is a species born within rock veins, resembling humans in appearance, but their bodies seem to be formed by the accumulation of countless stones. According to the classification of the Three Great Galactic Empires.
These Thing are classified as silicon-based lifeforms.
Because of the lack of water resources, or rather, because these silicon-based lifeforms have put most of their evolutionary direction into polishing the hardness of their bodies, the civilization on this Habitable Planet has never entered the interstellar civilization. In fact, the overall civilization progress of these Thing has remained in the tribal civilization era.
Their civilization level is equivalent to the Late Neolithic Age on Earth, close to the Early Bronze Age standard.
Although the intelligence of these Thing is not as high as that of Earthlings, they possess a physique several times stronger than ordinary humans. Also, because natural disasters such as lightning, storms, and earthquakes are several times more frequent on this Planet than on other normal Planets.
This has led to the Thing on this Planet developing an extremely brilliant deity worship culture. Priest and Shaman who can communicate with the God rule the daily lives of these Thing.
Two hundred cosmic days ago, a cargo spaceship deviated from its course and discovered this Habitable Planet.
After sending aircraft to land on this Planet to collect air, geology, and biological samples, confirming that this Planet was a Habitable Planet.
The spaceship captain immediately checked the star map he carried. Unmarked, this Planet was completely absent from the star map.
Clearly, this was an undiscovered Habitable Planet.
What this meant was clear to the Ordinary Small Merchant who had worked hard transporting goods in the cold Space: it meant he was going to get rich.
The value of an undeveloped Habitable Planet, even in the Milky Way Galaxy, was immense wealth for an Ordinary Small Merchant like him.
The moment he discovered this ownerless Habitable Planet, the Ordinary Small Merchant's first reaction was to develop it himself and become a Planet Master who controlled a Planet.
Unfortunately, after calculating his meager net worth, he abandoned this plan.
According to his investigation, the physical quality of the Native on this Habitable Planet was extremely strong. Taking down this Planet would definitely require him to invest heavily.
Even if he sold his most valuable possession, the seven-hand cargo spaceship, he couldn't afford a few Armed Robots.
After weighing the gains and losses, the Ordinary Small Merchant sold the coordinates of this Habitable Planet to the Tang Group, which was rapidly gaining reputation in the Milky Way Galaxy, through a familiar Black Market Merchant.
The reason the Ordinary Small Merchant chose the Tang Group was that he had transported goods for them before.
Debts settled, paid promptly, and it was said that the Tang Group's influence was developing very rapidly in the Eastern Galaxy, and its reputation had always been good. The Ordinary Small Merchant believed that a large influence like the Tang Group wouldn't cheat him out of his money.
On this day, on the largest continent of this Planet, several of the most powerful Stone People Tribe were holding a joint deity worship ceremony.
Their ancestors were a species born from the Mountain Range, so the God they worshipped was also the God of the Great Mountain.
The ritual was held on a Hillside that stretched for a thousand kilometers but was bare and devoid of vegetation.
Thousands of Thing, led by a group of Priest, knelt towards the Mountain Range before them, worshipping devoutly, mumbling prayers.
They used their own language to sing praises to the Mountain before them, the ancestral land that had given birth to their ancestors.
Just as the Thing were devoutly worshipping the Great Mountain, one Thing inadvertently looked up and saw a uniquely shaped space battleship, resembling a large bird, shining with golden light, spitting out scorching plasma flames, slowly breaking through the Planet's Atmosphere and descending from high altitude.
The piercing whistle shook everyone on the Ground, causing them to involuntarily cover their ears. The gale stirred up by the plasma flames made these people unstable on their feet, and they fell to the Ground in terror.
The spaceship, thousands of meters long, was already hovering in mid-air like a Great Mountain, spitting out blazing flames.
Under the terrified gaze of the Thing, a hatch on the underside of the spaceship opened. Hela, in dark green armor with long, flowing hair, walked out of the hatch, accompanied by a Black Giant Wolf with a shoulder height of four meters.
Following closely behind her was a group of Angel with pure white wings.
The Goddess of Death Hela's eyes shot out brilliant Divine Light. The immense Mental Pressure caused the Thing on the Ground to lie flat, unable to move.
However, Hela's target was not these Thing. Her Divine Sense, formed by cultivation of the Blood Scripture, swept over the Mountain that these Thing were worshipping. She let out a cold snort: "Found it!"
Hela waved her hand casually, and a Bloodlight shot out from her hand, transforming into a sky full of Blood Cloud that instantly enveloped the Main Peak of the Mountain Range layer by layer.
"Rumble!"
Amidst the earth shaking and mountains swaying, the Main Peak, thousands of meters high, suddenly shook violently. Immediately after, a massive Giant stood up, swaying its body.
"Roar! Who are you?" The Giant, who had been sleeping in chaos for who knows how long, stood there like a Mountain Peak over two thousand meters high.
It shook its shoulders, trying to shake off the Blood Cloud that was making it uncomfortable. Stones stained with foul blood kept falling off its body as it shook.
The Ground also shook violently with its movements. Giant stones the size of houses kept falling off its body, instantly causing heavy casualties among the Thing at the foot of the mountain.
The Giant clearly didn't care about the life or death of these small Thing.
"Submit, or die!" Hela directly injected her words into the mind of this enormous Giant using her Divine Sense.
"Submit? I remember a long, long time ago, an Organization called the Pantheon also came looking for me. That messenger was chased away by Golem. No one can make Golem submit!"
The Giant seemed to have slept for a long time, its sentience not yet clear, or perhaps despite its large size, its nature was simple.
It bent down and extended a stone arm, wrapping it around a Mountain Peak hundreds of meters tall. With a slight exertion of strength, accompanied by a cracking sound.
An entire mountaintop was directly pulled up by it. This fellow lifted the giant stone and hurled it towards Hela.
Facing the entire Mountain rushing towards her, Hela revealed a bloodthirsty smile. "Awoo!" The Black Giant Wolf crouching at her feet suddenly let out a howl. It crouched on its four claws and pounced towards the Mountain Peak being hurled at Hela.
The Black Giant Wolf Fenrir's body rapidly grew larger in mid-air. By the time it pounced in front of the giant stone, its body size was even more terrifying than described in Norse Mythology. With a swing of its Wolf Claws, the hundreds-of-meters-large giant stone was directly shattered into countless gravel, which flew back towards the Giant named Golem.
"Awooo!"
Amidst the smoke and dust of the splashing gravel, Fenrir suddenly pounced out and bit the Giant's neck.
If based on the body organs distribution of Asgardians and Earthlings, Fenrir's bite would have severed this Giant's throat. However, whether this Giant even had a throat was debatable. Fenrir's bite only managed to chip its Wolf fangs.
"Bang!"
The Giant retaliated with a slap. The huge stone palm landed squarely on Fenrir's body, knocking it away.
Fenrir rolled over and got back up. It shook its head, and a Bloodlight rose from its four claws. Its entire body also changed from ink-colored to Blood-colored.
Fenrir crouched down, adopting an attacking posture. The mountain rocks on the Ground that came into contact with the Blood Flame on its belly fur were instantly corroded into a Red Mist.
"Your Eminence, you have a message!" A Plump Elder wearing red robe bishop garb, with a pair of pure white Holy Light Wings condensed behind him, flew out from the spaceship hatch.
Holding an Interstellar Communicator, he anxiously approached Hela, who was watching her pet fight, and presented the Interstellar Communicator.
Hela beckoned with her hand, and the Interstellar Communicator in the Plump Elder's hand flew into her palm.
Hela pressed the connect button on the Interstellar Communicator, and a holographic projection appeared before her.
"Sister Hela, the Boss requests you return to Great Luo Heaven for a trip!"
Red Queen, who had changed into a beautiful eastern red dress, had even transformed her appearance into that of an Eastern Little Girl. As she spoke, her lips curved into a smile.
Seeing Red Queen, Hela's cold demeanor softened, as if ice melting and snow dissolving.
"What is it?"
"The Boss said there is a Blood Sacrifice Summoning Ritual that requires you to preside over!"
"Alright! I understand!"
After Red Queen performed a Chinese Style Courtesy towards Hela, the phantom image disappeared.
Rumble—
On the Ground, two giant creatures were colliding and fighting fiercely. The Earth trembled. Every time Fenrir pounced, its claws, burning with Blood Flame, would tear off a piece from the Giant. Upon contact with that Blood Flame, the Giant's stone body also began to burn, like burning charcoal.
The Giant could only constantly shake off the stones from its body. As the rocks that made up its body peeled off layer by layer, the Giant's massive body size also continuously shrank.
When Fenrir first transformed, it only reached the Giant's thigh height. Gradually, the body sizes of the two giant beasts became similar.
After two more rounds of engagement, the Giant could only look up at Fenrir.
"Rip!"
Fenrir bit the Giant's shoulder. Opening its large mouth burning with Blood Flame, it instantly tore off an arm from its body.
"Your Eminence, could you please leave this Giant for us to deal with!"
Seeing Fenrir pinning the Giant under its claws and about to dissolve it with Blood Flame.
The Plump Elder mustered his courage and spoke to Hela.
"Your Eminence, the existence of this Native Deity can greatly help us Evangelize. Leaving it alive would save us at least a dozen years..."
"Woof woof—" Fenrir heard the Plump Elder's words. It let out a low growl from its throat, protecting its food. Its Blood-Colored Wolf Pupils stared intently at the Plump Elder, making him tremble all over.
Despite fearing Hela, the Plump Elder had no choice.
As the former Cardinal of the Earth Papal Court and now the person in charge of this large area for the Heavenly Court Faith Propagation Group.
He still had KPI assessments to complete. His original performance was quite good among the various Faith Propagation Groups.
But he hadn't expected the Goddess of Death Hela to come to the Star Zone he was responsible for Evangelizing. This woman seemed to be venting her rage. Whether it was Marauder, Space Pirate who dared to provoke the Tang Group, or the Planet Native and Native Deity who refused to submit.
As long as they fell into her hands, none survived. Hela's terrifying strength and ferocious style indeed greatly advanced the Tang Group's business development in this Star Zone, but it had a very bad influence on their Evangelization efforts.
It is well known that evangelizing is best done with a stick and carrot approach, but with Hela doing this...
(end of chapter)