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Chapter 1109 Lyra Saves the Day!

"is it?"

The Laughing Bat's smile widened. "Then prove it to me, Little Lightning. After all, your personal hunter is already impatient."

As soon as the other person finished speaking, Barry felt a chilling killing intent surging in from the other side of the cave like a tide.

He turned his head sharply and saw a figure slowly emerging from the shadows.

The other person was dressed in a dark red suit, like the Flash's uniform soaked in blood, covered with black patterns resembling bat wings.

What disturbed Barry was that the guy was surrounded by dark red lightning that looked like dirty blood, exuding an aura of death and decay.

"The Death of Red?"

Barry was taken aback when he saw the Dark Batman appear.

"Run, little lightning..."

The Batman Who Laughs's chilling laughter echoed through the cave. "In his world, he killed Barry Allen to gain speed. Now, let's see if you can be faster than him! Hahahaha—!"

Before the Bat of Laughter could finish speaking, the Death of Red lowered his body slightly, and the next moment, only a dissipating dark red afterimage remained where he had been.

"Red Death" Batman's speed far exceeded Barry's expectations; the opponent pounced straight at him like a deadly crimson lightning bolt.

Although Barry was filled with rage, he knew that if he fought back here, the outcome would be dire.

The speed of this freakish Batman made him feel a deadly threat.

With another, even more monstrous, laughing bat added to the mix, he had even less of a chance of winning.

"asshole!"

Barry spat out those two words through gritted teeth, glaring fiercely at the Bat of Laughter. The next moment, a dazzling golden lightning bolt of speed burst forth from his body.

"Whoosh-!"

Barry transformed into a golden bolt of lightning and fled.

Behind him, the "Red Death" Batman, representing death and decay, relentlessly pursued him like a persistent leech.

Madly chasing Barry's "Red Death," watching Barry run, I was momentarily dazed, as if I saw my former self.

He was once a speedster, just like Barry.

In Earth-52, the world has begun to crumble, the other heroes of the Justice League have disappeared, and Batman has sought out The Flash, Barry Allen.

Batman, with a base weight of -52, believes he is too old and lacks the speed to stand by and watch his family perish. Therefore, he comes to Central City with Mr. Freeze and the Rogues' equipment to confront the Flash, hoping to steal the Speed ​​Force from him and atone for his mistakes.

Ultimately, Batman seized the opportunity when Barry lowered his guard and used Mr. Freeze's technology of freezing his wife to block Barry's movements, successfully launching a surprise attack.

Batman then knocked the other man unconscious and strapped him to the Batmobile, which was connected to the cosmic treadmill, in an attempt to directly access the Speed ​​Force and gain its power.

However, the massive electric current instantly engulfed Bruce and Barry, tearing their bodies apart and submerging them in the Speed ​​Field.

Within the Speed ​​Field, Batman and The Flash's bodies merged, their spirits sharing one body.

But clearly, Bruce's mind is taking control of this body.

The Earth begins to crumble, plunging the world into chaos, and Gotham is no exception, with crime raging everywhere. A couple is fleeing from a scarecrow, and just as they are cornered and the scarecrow's scythe falls, a black and red lightning bolt appears, accompanied by bats.

In an instant, the scarecrow's body was split in two and scattered on the ground, while standing behind him was a man dressed in a black and red battle suit with bat and lightning symbols on his chest.

"I am not Bruce Wayne, nor Barry Allen, I am—Red Death!"

The moment those words were uttered, the "death of red" accelerated dramatically.

As Barry was being chased, he watched the dark red lightning bolt of death getting closer and closer behind him, and a chill ran down his spine.

He could even feel that the golden speed field around him emitted a "sizzling" sound, as if it had been contaminated, when it came into contact with the dark red energy of the other party.

Barry looked back, his gaze meeting for a fleeting moment in the eyes of the Red Death.

A faint ripple seemed to flicker deep within the other person's empty eyes.

Barry felt as if he could see confusion and pain in the other person's eyes.

No, I must have misread it.

How can this guy be in pain?

Barry thought he must have seen wrong.

Just as Barry was lost in thought, the Red Death caught up with him.

“It’s no use, Barry Allen.”

The voice of the Crimson Death rang out, "Struggling will only prolong your suffering. Merging into this Crimson Speed ​​Force and becoming a part of us is your final destiny."

The other person's words seemed to have some kind of magic, and Barry instantly felt the ground beneath his feet suddenly become soft.

He looked down and was horrified to find that the once solid ground had turned into rolling quicksand.

Unlike ordinary yellow sand, this quicksand shimmered with a faint metallic luster and, as if it were alive, actively wrapped around his legs.

The yellow sand that shocked Barry was actually tiny cells created using biomimetic nanotechnology.

Red Death can not only manipulate the Speed ​​Force, but also control these terrifying swarms of nanobots.

The yellow sand clung to Barry, trying to dismantle his armor and legs.

"Ugh!"

Barry struggled to vibrate the molecules, trying to shake off the "yellow sand," but the swarm of nanobots was as sticky as glue, greatly slowing him down.

"See? This is what happens when you resist."

The voice of the Red Death, like a demon's whisper, echoed behind him.

Ignoring the pain, Barry continued to run faster.

"Buzz—Boom boom boom!"

Just when Barry could no longer hear any sound behind him and thought he had shaken off his pursuer, a deep and violent engine roar, like the howl of a wild beast, approached from behind him.

Barry turned around abruptly and saw Red Death already straddling an incredibly ferocious-looking chariot.

The chariot was dark red all over, as if it were forged from congealed blood and metal, and its body was covered with sharp protrusions resembling bat symbols.

To Barry's astonishment, the vehicle had no wheels; instead, it hovered half a foot above the ground, propelled by a dark red Speed ​​Force energy.

The front of the car resembled the gaping maw of a bat, as if it were about to devour everything in its path.

"Game time is over, Flash."

Red Death twisted the accelerator sharply, and the crimson chariot instantly burst into terrifying speed, like a comet tearing through space, crashing violently into Barry, whose movements were hindered.

Wherever the tank passed, even the quicksand formed by the swarm of nanobots was plowed open, leaving a deep trench.

Barry has completely gone mad!
Isn't that the Batmobile?

How did it turn into this horrible sight?

While complaining, Barry desperately squeezed every bit of Speed ​​Force out of his body, and golden lightning flashed wildly. Finally, at the critical moment, he rolled to the side and narrowly avoided the tank's head-on collision.

"Oh!"

But the terrifying energy shockwave generated by the tank still sent Barry flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the sand.

"Still holding on, Barry Allen?"

Red Death drove his chariot, executing a spectacular drift to turn the car around.

Instead of immediately ramming into him again, he began to slowly drive around Barry, his dark red headlights like the eyes of a predator, locked onto him.

"Your willpower is commendable, but... that's all."

He seemed to be toying with his prey, enjoying Barry's desperate struggle.

Shaking his head, Red Death pressed a button on the tank's control lever.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

As he pressed the button, more engine roars erupted from all directions.

Five equally menacing crimson death chariots emerged from different shadows. Like sharks that have smelled blood, the crimson chariots instantly joined the deadly chase.

Six dark red tanks, from various tricky angles, launched deadly charges and pincer attacks on Barry, who was struggling to dodge in the center.

Barry pushed his speed to the limit, transforming into a continuous golden streak amidst the pursuit and interception of six armored vehicles.

But his speed seemed to be slowing down, and a tank seized the moment of his sluggishness, its front end slamming into his back.

"puff--!"

Barry spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying forward like a kite with a broken string, the golden Speed ​​Force around him dimming by more than half in an instant.

After falling to the ground, he struggled to get up, but felt as if his legs were filled with lead and he couldn't exert any force at all.

The other tanks roared with the anticipation of victory, adjusting their angles from different directions in preparation for the final attack.

Red Death drove his main battle chariot slowly to Barri, looking down at him with no emotion in his scarlet eyes.

Goodbye, Flash.

Just when Barry was unwillingly thinking that he was going to die here today.

"call out--!"

A pure golden light, moving at a speed beyond the perception of all the speedsters present, entered the battlefield without warning.

Amidst the astonished gazes of Barry and the Red Death, a golden light swept past a scarlet death chariot that was about to charge towards Barry.

The next second, the incredibly sturdy chariot, powered by the Crimson Speed ​​Force, was cleaved in two as if by an invisible giant blade, instantly disintegrating.

The chariot turned into countless burning metal fragments, which shot out in all directions.

"what?!"

The death of Red is somewhat bewildering.

One of their own war machines was destroyed just like that?
Barry also looked up in shock, gazing in the direction from which the golden light had come.

Amidst the billowing dust and crisscrossing light and shadow of the Speed ​​Force, a tall and agile figure slowly emerged.

The other person was wearing a suit similar to Superman's and had short blond hair.

What is most striking are the girl's eyes, like the clearest blue sky, reflecting countless stars in their depths.

Lyra, whom we haven't seen in a long time, has finally made an appearance!

"Who are you?!"

The death of the Red chariot emitted a low, guttural sound, and the remaining four chariots and the Red chariot himself warily locked onto the uninvited guest.

Leila did not answer immediately. She first glanced at Barry lying on the ground with concern, and after confirming that he was not in immediate danger, she turned her gaze to Red Death.

Lyra's eyes instantly turned icy cold. "I am Lyra Padrick, the one who has come to end you!"

Before she could finish speaking, Lyra's figure blurred instantly.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, a crimson death chariot was punched in the side by Lyra before it could even react.

The vehicle, which was strong enough to withstand artillery fire, dented like paper, and the entire tank tumbled and flew out, disintegrating and exploding in mid-air.

"impossible!"

The death of Red was shocking.

The girl in front of me who can destroy my Speed ​​Force car with a single punch is actually Patrick's daughter?
He knew that Patrick had many children, but he had never met this person before.

"Damn it!"

Red Death gritted her teeth and decided to take this guy down first, even though she was Padric's daughter.

Driving the main battle vehicle, Red Death pushed the Speed ​​Force to its limit and charged toward Lyra.

Faced with the attack of the Red Death, Lyra did not choose to confront it head-on. Instead, just before the chariot was about to crash into her, her figure vanished into thin air like a phantom.

The next moment, she appeared directly above the chariot.

A red light, containing unimaginable power, coalesced in her eyes.

"boom--!!!!!"

A deafening roar, far more intense than any previous explosion, resounded.

The ferocious main battle chariot shattered inch by inch from the point of impact, turning into the most basic particles, and was eventually completely annihilated.

The impact of the explosion violently threw Red Death out of the wreckage of the tank, and with a "thud," Red Death crashed heavily onto the sand.

He struggled to get up.

Leila landed lightly, standing between him and Barry, coldly staring at the other.

"What...are you...?"

Red Death asked, panting heavily.

Lyra's expression was serious. "I am Padric's daughter, the embodiment of dreams in reality."

"Dream?"

The word "Red Death" was repeated, and he calmed his breathing.

It seems the mission to take down the Flash is impossible.

He gave Lyra a deep look, then glanced at Barry, who was struggling to sit up. The next moment, the remaining Speed ​​Force within him suddenly erupted, and he fled the place at top speed.

The remaining swarm of nanobots also quickly dissipated as he fled.

Barry stared in disbelief, his mind almost completely blank.

Is this suddenly appearing girl with incredible speed and strength really Mr. Patrick's daughter?
Why have I never heard of her name before?

As Barry thought about it, he struggled to his feet.

He endured the pain, walked up to Leila, and thanked her, "Thank you, thank you for saving me."

Laila turned around, her fighting aura instantly dissipating, a gentle smile appearing on her face, as if the female war goddess who had just slaughtered everyone was just an illusion.

She looked at Barry with a mixture of curiosity and friendliness in her eyes.

“You’re welcome. I’m Leila Padrick. I’ve seen you before.”

Of course, this is in my world.

Leila added.

"Really? You...you really are Mr. Patrick's daughter?"

"Yes."

Lyra nodded, her eyes showing respect for Peter. "It was Father...it was 'Master' who brought me here."

Where is Mr. Padrick?

Barry, as if grasping at a straw, excitedly said, "We all need him, the world needs him."

A look of confusion crossed Leila's face. She shook her head gently. "I don't know where the master is. He just entered my world and brought me here. I happened to sense that you were in danger nearby, so I rushed over."

Hearing Leila say that, the flame of hope in Barry's eyes dimmed slightly.

Mr. Peter has disappeared without a trace, only sending a "daughter" he has never heard of before...

What other plans does Mr. Peter have?
Who exactly is this girl named Leila?
Countless questions lingered in Barry's mind.

Unable to find a solution, Barry forced himself to focus his thoughts on the present moment.

Forget it, if I can't figure it out, I won't think about it anymore.

The outcome is not bad now; at least he is alive and has found a powerful ally.

(End of this chapter)