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Chapter 1125 Mark's Comeback, Guardian Curse!

While Horus and others of the Senagan Empire were locked in a fierce battle, deep within the Earth, in the scorching heat of churning lava, the battle had also reached its climax.

Despite the arrow wound in his abdomen, Aquaman Arthur wields his trident and fiercely battles the drowned vengeful spirits from the Drowned Kingdom.

The water flow collided with the dark energy, and the pungent white mist that evaporated permeated the surroundings.

On the other side, Tom was enveloped in the dark energy of Eclipse. With a wave of his wand, dark magic clashed with the energy weapons of the killing machine, creating a series of explosions.

The most intense battle was between Mark and Red Death—a Dark Knight who was a fusion of Batman Bruce Wayne and The Flash, and whose body was wrapped in black and red lightning.

"Oh!"

With a dull thud, Mark was once again violently thrown back, crashing heavily against the scorching rock wall.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread out instantly.

Mark felt as if all the bones in his body had fallen apart, and his internal organs had been violently impacted, causing him to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Meanwhile, the glasses Peter had given Mark were now shattered, leaving only the deformed frames hanging askew.

Gritting his teeth, Mark used his trembling arms to support himself and tried to stand up again.

However, just as he raised half his body, a black and red lightning bolt was already approaching.

The Red Death appeared before Mark like a ghost, its dark armor-clad hand gripping his head like an iron clamp.

Mark was lifted up and slammed hard onto the ground.

"Boom!"

A tooth-grinding crash rang out.

Mark felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, followed by waves of intense pain and dizziness.

Warm blood oozed from his forehead, nasal cavity, and corners of his mouth, instantly staining the ground beneath him red.

After attacking Mark, Red Death released his grip and looked down at Mark, who lay limp on the ground like a rag doll.

A cold voice came through his visor:

"Give up, your struggle is futile. You cannot defeat Barbatos, just as you cannot defeat me. Surrender to the darkness is your only destiny."

Mark was not easily swayed by a few words from him.

Moreover, he had already received a message from Cyborg that his father had arrived in Gotham and that he needed to go there to meet him immediately, so he couldn't afford to fall down at this time.

Mark, his hands digging into the cracks in the ground and his face covered in blood, once again staggered, but with sheer willpower, he forced himself to stand up.

He wiped the blood from his eyes, stared at the red death through the shattered lenses, and said in a trembling voice from the pain:

"I... will never fall down, as long as I can still breathe... I will never give up."

Red Death looked at the unusually stubborn Mark and was slightly moved.

But he quickly composed himself and said in a low voice, "Stubborn to the end."

Black and red lightning erupted once more, and the Red Death transformed into a whirlwind of death, continuing its attack around Mark.

Mark immediately got into a defensive stance.

Although Mark is also a superhuman with amazing defense, the Red Death has fused with the Speed ​​Force and absorbed the blessing of the Chaos God, making his power even more ferocious.

Red Death's fists, each strike containing terrifying speed and power, left Mark struggling to defend himself.

"boom!"

Mark dodged his opponent's feint and took a heavy punch to the stomach.

The dull sound was clearly audible as blood spurted from Mark's mouth, staining his battle suit a mess.

Beside him, Deathstroke, wounded in the abdomen, leaned against the wall, trying to raise his weapon to provide support, but excessive blood loss and excruciating pain made it difficult for him to even stand, and he could only watch helplessly as Mark was pushed to the back of the wall.

Tom, on the other side, also wanted to help, but he was entangled by the killing machine and couldn't break free at all.

With a loud "thud," Mark was knocked back again by a punch. Red Death stopped in his tracks, looking at the boy who was almost covered in blood but still stubbornly standing. His cold voice rang out once more:
"Your will is astonishing, but now it's all over."

"Don't even think about it!"

Red Death shook his head and said to Mark, "You know? My ability is not only speed, but also the ability to steal time."

As he spoke of the death of the red, the black and red lightning surrounding his body grew even stronger.

Seeing the other party's posture, Mark immediately became nervous.

This guy is probably about to unleash a powerful move.

He knew that the moment Wally West and Iris West of Central City touched the Red Reaper, Wally aged rapidly, and Iris, who was embracing Wally, also aged along with him.

And many people in the central city seem to have aged prematurely, as if time has been taken away from them.

Without a doubt, this guy has the ability to steal other people's time.

Just as Mark was on edge, a red lightning bolt struck.

Mark felt a wave of weakness wash over him from the depths of his soul, as if the essence of his life was being rapidly drained away.

His skin lost its luster, became dry and wrinkled at a visible rate.

At the same time, his black hair began to turn gray from the roots, his strong body seemed to be hollowed out, his strength was rapidly disappearing, and even standing became extremely difficult. His knees buckled, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"Fake!"

Seeing this, Deathstroke mustered his strength and tried to rush over, but soon stumbled and fell to the ground.

Tom frowned upon seeing this, unleashing his dark power to temporarily repel the killing machine, and then rushed to the rescue.

Just as Mark's consciousness was about to be completely consumed by old age and despair, and Red Death believed that everything was over.

Mark's mind flashed with his father's face.

Peter smiled, stood in the warm light, and extended his hand to him.

"dad?!"

Mark, seeing this, paused for a moment, then reached out his hand to his father.

The instant he grasped Peter's hand, the illusory white light vanished, and Mark returned to reality.

Before him stood the figure of Red Death, slowly reaching out to Mark, intending to grab him by the neck and lift him up.

Do not!
I can't let myself fall!

I will use everything I have learned to fight and protect.

I can't let my father down.

And
Despite aging rapidly, Mark felt that his body seemed to have become stronger.

Could it be true that my father is getting stronger as I get older?
Various thoughts flashed through Mark's mind, but he didn't hesitate and quickly raised the wand that he always carried in his belt.

Ignoring his rapidly aging body, Mark channeled all his longing, all his hopes, and all his love and protection for his family into the purest, most positive emotions.

Taking a deep breath, Mark roared out the guardian incantation in a hoarse voice:

"Ixpaitio-Pachanam!"

The tip of Mark's wand instantly burst forth with an incomparably dazzling silver-white light.

The silvery-white light dispelled the red glow of the surrounding lava and illuminated the entire underground space.

Under the influence of powerful emotions and willpower, the silvery-white magical energy rapidly shaped into a tall and magnificent steed—Mark's guardian spirit.

The silver-white guardian steed, carrying all of Mark's will, transformed into a silver torrent that tore through the darkness, rushing straight toward the Red Death.

Red Death was caught off guard by Mark's sudden outburst, leaving him no time to react and resulting in a solid blow from the Guardian.

"boom!"

The black and red energy seemed to have encountered its natural nemesis in the face of the guardian spell that represented hope.

The silvery-white light easily shattered the power of the Time Curse, and its remaining force slammed into the body of the Red Death.

"No—!!!" Red Death roared in shock and rage.

The black and red lightning surrounding him began to dissipate under the wash of silvery light.

Furthermore, the light of the Guardian Angel's spell not only dispelled the dark energy but also triggered a sealed entity within the Red Death.

Bathed in silver light, the Red Death's bat helmet began to blur and become transparent, vaguely revealing the face beneath—the face of Bruce Wayne, filled with pain and struggle.

An anxious voice echoed from the depths of his soul.

“Bruce, stop. Look at what you’re doing. This is not the path we’re on. You must stop this wrong behavior.”

The consciousness of Barry Allen, which he had devoured within Red Death, began to gain the upper hand under the impact of the Guardian Charm.

"Shut up, Barry!"

The death of the red, or rather, the dark Bruce consciousness that dominates this body, roared, "My name is Bruce Wayne, I am vengeance, I am judgment in the darkness, I am the master of this body!"

The Red Deaths attempt to regroup and resist the Guardian's purification.

But the silvery-white light firmly bound him, while continuously amplifying Barry Allen's consciousness.

After Mark released the Guardian Charm, he knelt on one knee, panting, supporting his aging and frail body.

Seeing the figure struggling in the silver light, Mark quickly guessed what had happened.

According to his father, in the world of Red Death, Batman attempted to steal the Flash's Speed ​​Force to fulfill his long-cherished wish—to be fast enough to stop things from happening before they even occurred.

Taking advantage of Barry's compassion, Batman inserted a cryogenic serum made by Dr. Frith into Barry's leg as Barry reached out to help, instantly encasing Barry's leg in ice.

Batman then strapped the Flash to the Batmobile, used the principle of a treadmill to unleash the Speed ​​Force, and then successfully intercepted him.

The final result was that Batman and the Flash's bodies were completely crushed by the Speed ​​Force and then reassembled into a new monster, possessing the mind of a corrupted Batman and the Speed ​​Force of the Flash.

Mark guessed that Barry's consciousness within the Red Death had begun to gain the upper hand.

“Barry, help him, awaken him. You know deep down, the real Batman has never given up on the light.”

Mark, panting, spoke to the Red Death.

As if in response to his call, the dark armor on Red Death began to peel away piece by piece, and the black and red lightning was completely swallowed by the silver light.

Finally, as the light reached its peak, the figure jolted violently, the bat helmet completely dissipated, revealing a face belonging to Barry Allen.

Under the influence of the Guardian Charm, Barry's consciousness completely suppressed Bruce's soul.

He looked up at Mark, whose face was covered in blood but whose eyes were bright, his gaze filled with complex emotions.

"Thank you... thank you... child."

Barry apologized to Mark, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry for all of this."

Mark looked at Barry, who was now occupying his body, and wanted to say something.

But before Mark could speak, Barry nodded slightly to him and immediately joined the battle, fighting alongside Arthur against the drowned spirits and black manta rays.

"Oh!"

After blocking the attack of the Red Death, the Drowned Wraith stared at the other in disbelief.

Her pale face revealed a furious rage at being betrayed.

"The Death of the Red! Have you gone mad?! What are you doing?! Betraying Lord Barbatos?!"

The Red Death, driven by Barry's consciousness, shook its head at her.

"Yes... I've gone mad."

The voice of the Red Death transformed into the voice of Barry from the Dark Multiverse: "I must have gone mad long ago... to believe Barbatos's seduction, to think that following you bunch of madmen who are addicted to destruction and feed on despair could achieve any ideal."

He looked at the distorted face of the drowned vengeful spirit and the bewildered Black Manta beside him, and said with a complicated expression, "Now, I am not the Red Death Batman, I am—the Flash!"

The next moment, Barry rushed toward the drowned ghost and punched her backward.

"No—! You traitor!"

The drowned vengeful spirits let out hysterical screams.

the other side.

The showdown between Tom Patrick and the killing machine has reached its climax.

Unlike the Red Death, the Killing Machine is a more utter monster.

He not only possesses all of Batman's fighting skills, tactical acumen, and understanding of the enemy's psychology, but also undergoes a complete mechanization transformation through the AI ​​Alfrey in his universe, becoming a perfect killing machine.

The killing machine's body is made of cold alloy, and its mind is high-speed logic code.

He completely abandoned all human emotions, leaving only absolutely rational combat analysis and the highest priority of executing Barbatos's orders.

This made Tom's fight exceptionally difficult.

The dark power within him, originating from the Eclipse, is a black magic that can evoke fear and amplify negative emotions in opponents, but it has almost no effect on a machine devoid of emotions.

The killing machine, like a hunter, calmly analyzed Tom's every magical fluctuation, predicted his movement trajectory, and continuously attacked Tom with energy blades and micro-missiles ejected from its arm armor, suppressing him with firepower.

"boom!"

Tom was hit in the chest by an energy blast and was sent flying backward.

The killing machine landed on the ground, its shoulder turrets rose, and scorching energy beams poured down like a torrential rain.

Tom tumbled and rolled around in a disheveled state, his once handsome face now covered in dirt and sweat.

"Damn it!"

Even the usually mild-mannered Tom couldn't help but swear.

This guy is incredibly difficult to deal with; he's practically an enhanced version of Cyborg, and he's even more powerful thanks to the power of chaos.

Very well, since we can't influence your mind, let's just eliminate the mechanical parts on your body.

Tom stood up, gritted his teeth, and unleashed all of his dark power without reservation, charging towards the killing machine.

Wherever the black energy absorbed from the eclipse passed, even the scorching magma instantly cooled and lost its vitality, as if all life had been drained away.

The killing machine quickly analyzed the situation and tried to evade it, but the range of the dark energy was too large. The alloy armor on its body emitted a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound the moment it came into contact with the black energy, and its surface luster quickly dimmed, showing signs of corrosion.

Its internal, intricate structure and energy circuits were also disrupted.

"Warning: Unknown high-dimensional corrosive energy detected. Armor integrity is reduced. Immediate disengagement is recommended."

Artificial intelligence has issued a serious warning.

Tom, of course, wouldn't give him the chance, and like a cheetah in the shadows, he suddenly pounced.

The killing machine swung its energy blades, but its movements were slowed by the corrosion of its body.

Tom narrowly avoided the blade and thrust his wand like a dagger into the energy core in the killing machine's chest.

"Pfft!"

The tip of the wand, wreathed in dark energy, forcefully broke through the protective force field and pierced the core of the killing machine.

"impossible……!"

The killing machine's electronic voice exhibited a fluctuation similar to "astonishment".

"Go to hell!"

Tom, his face cold, channeled all the power of the Eclipse and the dark curse within him into the core of the killing machine through his wand.

"Crack... Boom!!"

The core of the killing machine was instantly overloaded by an incomprehensible dark force, and ultimately exploded.

The powerful energy impact also sent Tom flying.

(End of this chapter)