Red Lanterns

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Atrocitus - Fictional Character Biography - Rage of The Red Lanterns
... also Final Crisis In the aftermath of the Sinestro Corps War, Atrocitus was seen forging a Red Lantern power battery, utilizing the power of rage ... first new victim would be the one who called himself "the greatest Green Lantern" Sinestro, who had long since abandoned the Green Lantern Corps to forge a Corps in his own namesake ... of the Five Inversions, using their blood to create red power rings, power batteries, and a Red Central Power Battery on Ysmault ...
Red Lantern Corps - Fictional Group History - Rage of The Red Lanterns
... In Final Crisis Rage of the Red Lanterns, Atrocitus is shown in a flashback as having apparently formed a central power battery by using the blood of the other Inversions ... lake of blood from which he forms his red power ring (crystallized by his anger), as well as other rings and batteries used to form the Red Lantern Corps ... Harnessing the red light of rage, he sends his rings out into the universe however, upon accepting the rings, his recruits' hearts are rendered useless ...
Blue Lantern Corps - Fictional Group History - Rage of The Red Lanterns
... In the Rage of the Red Lanterns plot line, Ganthet and Sayd's Blue Lanterns are finally introduced ... The Green Lantern Corps have just been ambushed by the Red Lantern Corps, kidnapping Sinestro from their custody ... reeling from the effects of an attack from (newly added Red Lantern) Laira, finds himself being healed by the powers of Saint Walker ...
Atrocitus - Fictional Character Biography - Red Lanterns
... dimming, and fears that he may lose control over the Red Lantern hordes ... He resolves to lead his Red Lanterns in punishing the guilty ... his control over the rampaging, animalistic Red Lanterns dimming, he also decides to uplift one of them to be his equal and helper ...

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