I become light in American comics

Heroes are always made of scars.

At least for everyone in the Justice League, they have a past that they can't forget. As cruel as they are to themselves, it's those traumas and darkest moments that make great heroes.

For Hal Jordan, it was the day his childhood father fell to his death.

When Hal opened his eyes again, he had returned to that day. He realized that he had become that child again, skipping school and running to the runway just to see his father take off in a fighter jet.

To him, his father is his hero, the goal he has vowed to pursue since he was a child.

"No, it's all in the past."

Hal tried to resist the images that flooded his mind, but with little success. They looked so real, as if I was in them and became that helpless child again.

He felt his father's hand caressing his head for the last time, and he could even feel the warmth from his palm.

He yelled at the top of his lungs as his father turned towards the cockpit, trying to warn him not to get on the plane, but to no avail. This is "history" that has been set long ago and develops along the existing trajectory of destiny. He was just a spectator, forced to watch tragedy happen again.

"No, these are not true." Little Hal beat his head, trying to wake himself up.

But it seemed so real. He saw his father sitting in the cockpit, saw the military general and the owner of Ferris Aviation. There is also his daughter, Carol. Even the little girl looks exactly the same as in the memory, her snow-white skin is as transparent as the sun shines on her.

"My dad flies that plane," said little Hal proudly.

Little Carol pouted and said proudly: "My dad owns that plane."

It's exactly the same, even the words are the same as before. Hal knew what was about to happen and he shouted silently, but no one heard him. He desperately tried to move forward, but his body wouldn't obey.

He could even hear his father's final phone call.

"This thing is going to crash, Ferris. It's going to fall on your head, Beach City, but if I let it crash here... here no one else will get hurt."

Those were the last actions of the pilot's life.

He gave up the struggle and took the initiative to pilot the burning plane toward the ground in order to avoid the possibility of more people being injured.

He said something at the end before the explosion.

But it was drowned out by the supersonic roar and the ensuing explosion.

"What did you say, Dad?" Hal yelled, "Tell me, what did you say!?"

There was an explosion, and everything was involved, as if the whole world was falling apart. Hal fell to his knees, unprecedented fear surrounded him, and a voice sounded in his ears.

"So great Hal Jordan, here's your fear"

"You'll never know what he said, will you? Is he really fearless in his life?"

"Or is it that he was actually surrounded by fear at the end of his life?"

The yellow fear is like endless sea water, seeping into the space of consciousness unconsciously and filling the entire field.

"Perhaps at the end of his life, he was afraid just like you?"

"There is no such thing as a fearless person. Fear is the answer to everything. Because fear is about being better, and no one can be above it, not even you, Hal Jordan!"

The entire space has been submerged, leaving only Hal's location. He fell to his knees, surrounded on all sides. It is a collection of hundreds of yellow lights of fearful energy, and even the most determined person will be swallowed up by it.

In other words, this is how it should be.

But Hal Jordan opened his eyes.

The yellow tide stopped, and it seemed that despite all its efforts, it could not continue to advance. That hollow voice couldn't help but become stunned.

"Why are you still resisting? Why don't you accept fear?"

"You should be one of us!"

Hal raised his head and said coldly: "So is this what you are trying to do? To bring me down to your level and make me and Sinestro join in the same crime?

Sorry, no need. "

He stood up, looked around, and said in a cold but firm voice.

"You don't understand anything at all. Yes, I will never know what my father said in his last moments. Even a man like him might be afraid of death? Maybe.

But what matters is not how he felt at all, but what he did.

He made the right and difficult choice. He gave up his chance of life to avoid hurting innocent people. Even though he was afraid, he still made the right decision, and this is what he taught me. "

Hal raised his voice as he spoke, and raised his right fist sharply.

At this time, I saw that above his right fist, the light ring had been shattered and should have been empty, but green light burst out of thin air!

The green light seemed to condense under the guidance of his will, gathered together, and transformed into the shape of the light ring again, and the brilliance was even more dazzling than before!

Everyone who witnessed this scene was extremely shocked.

"This, this, this, this... how is it possible???"

"He just created a green light ring himself!?"

This is already a situation that breaks through the common sense of spectrum and is outside the "laws". No matter how strong your will is, you need weapons to release and ways to control the spectrum. Even if Hal Jordan's will reaches the sky, he is still just a Lantern. Without the Lantern Ring, he is nothing.

Just turn into a light ring and come out, so why do those guardians still have any use?

"You know nothing about my father, and you know nothing about Green Lantern!"

Hal's body burst into green light and he shouted.

"You are right, no one can be fearless. Not my father, and neither can I.

But the so-called Green Lantern does not mean being fearless, but rather having the awareness to face fear and overcome it! "

Hal's eyes burned with green light, and the yellow sea around him was dispersed by the green light. The dark background also disappeared, and the original landform of the planet reappeared.

A yellow lantern demon felt the majestic will coming back from the lantern ring, and stammered: "Impossible, his willpower is there. But there are hundreds of us, and he only has one."

No matter how strong the willpower is, it is too outrageous to rely on the will of just one person to resist, instead of suppressing the fear energy of more than a hundred people. ?

Only then did the first batch of yellow lanterns finally understand what Sinestro's order to "retreat immediately upon seeing Hal Jordan" meant.

This Lantern is a total monster!

"Evil men and traitors are afraid of my divine light."

Howl waved the light ring.

".The green light always shines and shines for eternity!"

An even more exaggerated green light burst than before. Just like the light ring distributed by the guardian before, the hardware performance limited his performance, but now Hal, a new light ring rubbed by hand at the scene of the ideal explosion, is more powerful than before!

The yellow flame was extinguished, and the surging green light rose into the sky, penetrating the atmosphere and rushing into the endless starry sky.

After a while.

"Huh~"

Hal let out a long breath, floated in the air and looked at the yellow lantern demon that had fallen into a large area, and then looked at the lantern ring in his hand.

"This is really a new situation."

When he fought, he relied on his reckless instincts and took action before the plan passed through his brain. Now he relied on his instinct to get through the whole audience, and when he looked down at his new light ring, even Hal himself was belatedly surprised.

"Yes, only guardians can make light rings. Where did I get this?"

Hal became confused.

Although he seemed to have made a homemade light ring and was very good at it, he had no idea how it worked. It feels like a programmer rolled his face on the keyboard and rolled out a bunch of bugs, but the program somehow started running on its own.

"Warning." The light ring reminded, "New enemies are approaching, and the enemy strength is much higher than the previous individuals."

boom! ! !

The heavy fall was like breaking through the surface of the planet. The golden energy shock spread against the ground, and a short figure floated in the air surrounded by billowing yellow smoke and light.

"You're good at what you do, Hal Jordan."

Hal's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw the person's appearance clearly.

That looked like a guardian.

A guardian possessed by the light of fear.