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The man's red battle suit was tattered, and golden arcs of electricity flickered erratically across his body. His face, which he struggled to lift, was filled with terror and anxiety.
"Run! I..."
The Flash hadn't finished speaking.
Suddenly, the asphalt surface crackled with an eerie blue electric light.
Immediately afterwards, a deep humming sound filled the air, like thunder exploding in one's ears. Then, a tall, burly figure seemed to teleport in front of the Flash.
That was an armored monster!
"Barry Allen, your speed is like that of a toddler learning to walk in front of me. How can you defy my will with such meager skills? I am the God of Speed!"
The armored monster's metal boots stepped on the Flash's chest.
The surging blue speed force around his body illuminated his menacing mask.
"Saveta?"
When Ian saw one of the Flash's nemesis appear, he instinctively took a step back and jumped eighty meters away, but Savita didn't seem to notice him.
“Accept your fate, Barry Allen, accept the gift.” Savitar’s voice was deep and inhuman, as cold and ruthless as the overlap of a million synthesized electronic voices.
Full of oppression.
“Superman…” The Flash wanted to cry out to the heavens for help, which was perhaps why he had come to Metropolis. However, his cry for help went unanswered.
The afterglow of the angel's descent still lingers.
It might be interfering with something.
Clark's super hearing is not the kind of ability that cannot be blocked.
“Superman isn’t here, but his son is.” Ian made his decision after a brief internal weighing of the options. Since the Flash had come to his father for help, he couldn’t just ignore his father’s little brother. Otherwise, if word got back to Gotham, people would think the Superman family couldn’t save their fallen comrade.
"Zizzizi~"
A blazing golden beam burst forth directly from Ian's eyes.
The brilliance, like a burst of sunlight, illuminated the entire parking lot under the night sky.
however.
The speed of thermal rays may be very fast.
But Savita's speed was significantly faster.
Just as the laser was about to strike, Savita's figure vanished from his spot as if torn apart by a phantom. When he reappeared, he was already standing in front of Ian.
"..."
Ian chose to extinguish his beam.
no way.
He didn't see the guy do anything, but no matter how much he shook his head, even at close range, the heat rays seemed unable to hit Savita.
If they continue spraying like this, wouldn't they be humiliating themselves?
"Golden heat rays, impressive strength, but you won't exist in the future." Savita didn't attack Ian, but instead mocked him with an extremely contemptuous tone.
He stood in front of Ian, looking down at him. The armor he wore could amplify his speed force, and he exuded a cold, powerful, and mysterious aura.
It seems to belong to a different world.
It's more like a high-tech war weapon from the distant future.
It also carried a hint of the majesty of the armor of the god of war from ancient mythology. Countless blue speed forces flowed and shimmered on its surface, and the surrounding air seemed to be slightly distorted by the powerful energy emanating from the armor.
"who are you?"
Ian asked the question knowing the answer already.
My brain is racing, trying to come up with a solution.
He couldn't even secretly call his father.
The opponent is too fast.
"I am the God of Speed!"
Savita used the same lines he'd said to the Flash to respond to Ian's question. He didn't know that Ian knew perfectly well he was merely a remnant of the Flash's future—the so-called God of Speed was just a dark version of Barry's future, representing what Barry might become if he continued to abuse the Speed Force.
“As a superhero, I am now willing to die. Let’s do it.” Ian looked at the weapon in Savita’s hand. The futuristic-style armor had several high-tech cold weapons on it.
He wanted to use Savita's weapons to level up.
however.
Savita, however, did not fall for it.
"A noble spirit, but no one will remember your sacrifice... A life as insignificant as an insect will only have an unremembered death and end."
Savita gave a cold laugh.
Then, he switched to a seductive voice, "Submit to me and you can change your destiny. Glory and honor will be within your grasp. You can stand amidst everyone's cheers and become the person you want to be."
how to say.
Ian bet this guy used a future version of the sound card.
The devilish tone was perfectly captured.
"Don't be like the Flash; you'll die for nothing."
While talking to Ian, Savitar didn't turn around, but his metal glove suddenly reached back and precisely grabbed the Flash's throat as he tried to launch a sneak attack.
The Flash's feet kicked futilely in mid-air.
Gradually losing strength.
"Forehead……"
Ian tilted his head.
They looked at the Flash, who had once again become a weakling.
"Alright, I submit."
He decisively agreed.
Such a straightforward answer may have caught even Savita off guard.
"..."
Savita remained silent.
After a while.
“Very good.” He chuckled softly, his tone softening slightly. “I like people like you who know how to assess situations. Only people like you can have a place in the new world of the future.”
It's hard to tell whether this assessment is praise or criticism, but Savita was certainly very satisfied with Ian's attitude, looking down at the boy with an arrogant gaze.
"Now, kneel down, kneel down to me, kneel down to your god, and then join me in welcoming the stars." Savita's tone was filled with unquestionable authority.
"No problem, I'm fine with anything."
Although Ian said that, his body language betrayed him, and he didn't do anything. Under Savita's unfriendly gaze, he quickly tried to speak in a high-pitched voice.
"I will willingly submit to you, but... as great as you are, could you help me with a small act of revenge?" Forgive Ian for not knowing how to make his voice sound obsequious.
He could only imitate the old eunuchs' voices slightly.
Pretending to be obsequious.
Fortunately, Savita didn't seem to care about that.
“A very reasonable request. I will show you my power, and then you will submit willingly.” Savita nodded, demonstrating his magnanimity.
Upon seeing this, Ian immediately showed a happy expression.
"Thank you, the supreme god of speed. Here's the thing: there's a bar in Los Angeles called Light Bar, and I need your help to smash it."
"Of course, just don't touch the collectibles, just smash the shop. Actually, to be honest..." Ian's sob story and the reasons why he couldn't take revenge himself hadn't even begun to unfold.
"I don't need to know your past."
Savita spoke coldly, forcefully interrupting Ian's little story.
He's like a real domineering CEO.
"With a single breath, you'll understand what kind of being you've submitted to." With that, Savita vanished from the parking lot as his Speed Force surged.
A breath passed.
Two breaths passed.
Fifty breaths have already passed.
"Where is he? Where is Savita?" The Flash struggled to sit up, smoke still rising from his uniform collar. He looked around; apart from the wrecked vehicles, the parking lot was eerily quiet.
Savita is gone.
With a wave of his hand, he unleashed his incredible speed.
It seems they no longer have any intention of returning, or perhaps they've simply lost the will to do so.
"I guess that's all, the banquet is about to begin."
Ian walked quickly to his car.
"I've seen your family photos. You're Ian... What did you do?" The severely injured Flash was puzzled. He dragged his broken leg and limped after him.
“I used my super brain.” Ian opened the trunk and began tying ribbons around Sam, the guy who had brought him bad luck, as if he were wrapping him up as an apology gift.
The Metropolitan God of Gamblers needs to gamble one more time.
"You...you shouldn't be committing a crime?" The Flash was bewildered again, not knowing why there was someone in Ian's trunk, or what Ian was doing.
"Enough of that, Uncle Barry. Use your remaining leg, which isn't completely broken yet, and use your speed to hop over and buy me a big box."
Ian has already packed up Sam and is all smiles.
"?????"
Barry Allen removed his mask.
His expression of utter astonishment was as if he had seen some kind of demon. Indeed, what kind of person could come up with the idea of having a cripple hop to buy something?