Chapter 256 Anti-Monitor
An angry roar tore through the sky!
Barry Allen stepped on the ground, kicking up dirt a dozen meters high, his feet pulling out hundreds of golden afterimages on the plain, and using the slope of the base of one of the wind turbines, he shot straight into the sky.
The electronic samurai reacted extremely quickly, backhanding and drawing the heavy light blade from behind him, slashing down fiercely overhead!
Within a thousandth of a second, Barry Allen twisted his body in the air, narrowly dodging the slash of the light blade, and with a backhand palm strike, shook Iris free from the mechanical arm, steadily sending her down to the ground with a wind-speed air cushion.
Having lost its hostage, the electronic samurai let out a howl, its back propulsion thrusters fully open, cruising rapidly in mid-air, and the light blade in its hand continuously slashed out dozens of half-moon-shaped electromagnetic waves, sealing off the entire airspace!
"Come on, Jedi!"
After landing, Barry Allen did not slow down at all, running in circles around the steel pillar of the wind turbine!
One circle, two circles, three circles...
The air within a radius of several kilometers was friction-heated to an incandescent state by the Speed Force, and electric arcs quickly converged along his arms like Water!
"Ha!!"
Barry Allen stopped his steps, uniting his waist and hips, and threw the Speed Force lightning ball from his palm, striking the electronic samurai in mid-air!
Zizha!!
The blinding white light burst and flashed!
The lightning ball, carrying destructive high voltage, hit the electronic samurai squarely in the face.
𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
According to the original show, calculating when Barry Allen wanted to offset a nuclear bomb explosion, a lightning ball thrown at full force by a Speedster has an energy equivalent to at least the power of Hiroshima’s Little Boy.
The electronic samurai simply could not withstand this kind of attack; its energy core detonated on the spot, turning into a gorgeous fireball in the air, and broken limbs smashed into the dust like raindrops.
Barry Allen rushed out holding Iris, and the two embraced tightly.
Barry Allen steadily caught the somewhat shaken Iris, embracing tightly.
"Flash Barry Allen... nerve reflex test completed... speed matches the seventh stage deduction... welcome to... the New World..."
Zi... pa!
The electronic samurai’s head was completely ruined.
Barry Allen only felt that he was surrounded by a new conspiracy; he was too familiar with this feeling.
...
A few days later, Central City Police Department.
Barry Allen resumed his daily work as a forensic evidence investigator, while processing mountains of case files and secretly investigating the passengers on that mysterious bus.
During the evidence collection process for an illegal extortion case, Barry Allen brought back an extremely weird and tricky Meta-human.
Inside the main control room of S.T.A.R. Labs.
A middle-aged man wearing a sloppy windbreaker was sprawled limply on the operation chair like a boneless lump of dough; his neck was stretched more than three meters long, his arms drooped to the ground, his whole face was swollen and deformed like a plasticine doll, and he kept humming and whining in his mouth.
"Oh god... what kind of ghost place is this? Is that self-righteous Allen planning to slice me up and sell me to the Military?"
Ralph Dibny.
Barry Allen stood aside with his arms crossed, his eyes carrying poorly disguised disgust.
When Ralph used to work at the Central City Police Department, because he was suspected of fabricating perjury to frame a suspect, he was exposed on the spot by the young and upright Barry Allen, and was ultimately dismissed and investigated by the police department.
After leaving the police force, Ralph could only scrape by in the lower city, becoming a third-rate private detective.
Speaking of Ralph, this buddy had it pretty miserable in Identity Crisis as well.
His wife was brutally murdered, and the murderer was the wife of another superhero, resulting in him having no way to avenge his wife, and in the end, he suffered from a bit of mental illness.
This World is even more fucked up.
"He is one of the passengers on that bus," Barry Allen explained to the crowd, "but under the invasion of dark matter, his cell structure seems to have undergone some kind of rubberized mutation, but obviously he simply cannot control his body."
Caitlin put on medical gloves, walked forward with a specially formulated biological stabilizer, and injected it into his neck.
With the serum injected, the elastic fibers in Ralph’s body quickly tightened and rebounded, accompanied by a funny and harsh "shhh-pop" sound, and the whole person turned back into his original 1.8-meter-something sturdy human shape.
"Phew... God, my face is finally symmetrical!" Ralph touched his chin, still shaken, looking at the surrounding S.T.A.R. Labs equipment, his eyes rolling around shiftily.
In the corner, Lucas held a hot coffee and leaned against the sofa, quietly watching the original play repeat itself.
In the original work, Ralph is considered the comedy relief, later becoming very sympathetic and upright, and part of the Flash’s crew.
Therefore, he did not intervene in Ralph joining the team.
For Lucas, whether it was the Thinker DeVoe or Cicada, they were just villains Barry Allen had to experience on his growth path, and he had no interest in these villains at all.
Battles where others might face life and death, fighting monsters and leveling up, were pure galagimu to him.
However, there was still a threat in this Universe; he could perceive that at the end of the CW Universe, an ultimate destructive will was brewing.
He sank his mind into the void.
In the macroscopic causal web, a cold, desolate, and terrifying wave carrying the devouring of all material Universes had already condensed and formed in the anti-matter Universe.
Anti-Monitor.
That "Crisis on Infinite Earths" destined to sweep across the entire multiverse was getting closer and closer.
Come to think of it, it is also ridiculous.
DC has been filming for so many years, always in the Superman reboot stage, while the CW television version can frequently do crossovers. Although the special effects are pathetic and the combat and action scenes are made like turn-based games, they really brought out Crisis on Infinite Earths.
Next door, DC couldn’t even put the Battle of Apokolips on the screen, and could only watch animations to satisfy their cravings.
Trash Warner!
"Since the end is inevitable, might as well... let me set a new order for this World." Lucas murmured softly, red light swirling in his eyes, anti-matter invading the material Universe was inevitable.
But in destruction, a new multiverse would be reborn.
Instead of letting the CW Universe mess around in that crudely made cheap script, it would be better to take advantage of this anti-matter storm and reshape this World according to his own memories.
For example, letting the real Batman return to Gotham, the Son of Krypton continue to patrol Metropolis, Lex Luthor bully Superman until death, and the Green Lantern Corps keep their night shining bright!
Heroes bloom in a hundred flowers, and villains must also be evenly matched.
This fucking thing is called the real DC.
Just as Lucas was about to start creating, at the other end of the multiverse, another supreme existence had long been anxious and flustered.
The Monitor, Mar Novu.
This ancient existence clad in golden armor, when exploring the taboos of the anti-matter World back then, accidentally created the embodiment of destruction—the Anti-Monitor.
Now seeing the anti-matter wave about to devour countless parallel Worlds, he could only shuttle between various Earths like a desperate observer, strictly examining various heroes, trying to form a salvation allied force capable of resisting the doom.
When Lucas’s gaze swept across Mar Novu’s location, this ancient Monitor’s heart leaped wildly, and he suddenly turned his head to sweep toward the depths of the void, a layer of cold sweat oozing from his temples.
"Who... could overlook my existence so silently?"
Mar Novu muttered to himself, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.
And Lucas had long withdrawn his gaze.
Normally speaking, the Monitor should be a sixth-dimensional existence, a powerhouse on the same level as Lucas, but CW’s portrayal was a piece of crap, the Monitor was super weak, and didn’t show any methods a sixth-dimensional powerhouse should have.
The battle with the Anti-Monitor was also hastily written off.
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