Chapter 452: Who on earth turned on their high beams so inconsiderately?

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: Who on earth turned on their high beams so inconsiderately?

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To be honest, compared to other speedsters, Thawne’s reaction was quite fast, dodging Darian’s sneak gun attack instantly.

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But he never expected that this bullet could actually turn corners.

After that bullet was dodged by him, it didn’t fly away in a straight line; instead, it made a big circle in the air, shot back from behind, and accurately hit the back of his head.

"Is this f***ing logical!?"

But soon, Thawne staggered up from the ground, unexpectedly not dead.

Darian raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

You must know that in the Flashpoint comic, Thawne was pierced right through by Thomas with a sword, and the animated version was even more direct, directly having his head blown off by a gunshot from Thomas.

Both of them used guns, why could Thomas blow away Thawne with a single shot, while he couldn’t?

You say it’s because the opponent is Batman?

Oh, then it’s fine.

Batman could even dodge Darkseid’s Omega Beams which had a sure-hit attribute, or rather, the Omega Beams actively avoided Batman.

Just killing a speedster with a gun was a basic operation for Batman, nothing to make a fuss about.

"Damn bastard!"

Thawne glared fiercely at Darian.

He touched the wound on the back of his head, still feeling a lingering fear in his heart.

If it weren’t for his timely reaction, wildly mobilizing the Speed Force the instant the bullet drilled into his head, causing his body molecules to vibrate at high speeds and stagger the frequency from the surrounding matter, allowing the bullet to pass straight through his cranial cavity, he would probably be enjoying the same treatment as the President right now.

A speedster dying from a gunshot.

If this were to spread, he would probably be laughed at by other speedsters for a lifetime.

Darian didn’t care what Thawne was thinking, activating the Eye of the Reaper, he continuously pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!

Several bullets burst out of the chambers, shooting towards Thawne’s direction at extreme speed.

This time Thawne dared not be arrogant again, the whole person turned into a red lightning bolt and disappeared on the spot, quickly dodging the incoming bullets.

However, those bullets did not lose their target after missing; instead, they collectively turned in mid-air, tracing several arcs with bizarre curvatures, and continued to chase and fly towards Thawne, just like having a tracking device installed on him, unable to shake them off no matter what.

Thawne cursed, having no choice but to change his strategy, using the Speed Force to penetrate several ruins, and utilizing those collapsed walls to block all the bullets.

"Inopportune fellow, I’ll take care of you first."

Thawne’s anger towards Darian had reached its peak, and with a flash of his figure, he charged directly at Darian.

"Think again!"

How could Barry sit by and do nothing? He immediately rushed up and intercepted Thawne halfway.

One golden and one red lightning bolt collided frantically between the ruins, their speed ridiculously fast; bystanders simply couldn’t see their actions, only hearing a sound of extremely high frequency coming from all directions.

But Thawne had absorbed a massive amount of the Speed Force after all, and his speed was a large margin faster than Barry.

Not long after, Thawne knocked Barry to the ground with a punch, then picked up a sharp iron pipe on the ground and savagely pierced through his thigh.

"Ah—!" Barry let out a miserable cry, blood flowing continuously from his thigh, completely losing his ability to move.

In this regard, Barry was inferior to Pietro.

Under Darian’s hellish training, Pietro’s legs didn’t even know how many times they had been shot, and now he had learned to do a handstand on the ground with both hands and run, and his speed was not even much slower than running on two legs.

Thawne looked down at Barry, the corners of his mouth splitting into a cruel smile: "Wait well, Barry, I want to let you watch with your own eyes how I kill your companions one by one."

Finishing his sentence, he turned around, his gaze falling back onto Darian, his eyes full of murderous intent.

"Now it’s your turn."

Before the words fell, Thawne’s figure had already vanished from the spot.

Almost like a teleportation, he appeared in front of Darian, his right hand’s five fingers brought together, turning into a hand-blade, and stabbed towards Darian’s chest.

Speedsters generally rarely used weapons, because their hand-blades themselves were more lethal than most weapons.

Through molecular oscillation, they allowed their hand-blades to easily penetrate almost any matter; no matter how strong the enemy’s defense was, they couldn’t withstand a single hand-blade from them, making it an extremely overpowered attacking method.

Just as Thawne unleashed the speedster’s overpowered hand-blade, preparing to say some heart-to-heart words to Darian, a green light suddenly burst out from Darian’s body, instantly spreading out and shrouding Thawne’s entire person within it.

Before Thawne could even react, he felt as if his body had been poured with lead, becoming incomparably heavy, his speed rapidly plummeting to a degree visible to the naked eye, and even his hand-blade lost the effect of molecular resonance.

This feeling was like a supercar speeding at over three hundred yards suddenly being swapped for a stroller, dropping its speed by more than one gear.

The huge disparity made Thawne fail to adapt for a moment.

Under the action of inertia and full force, the hand-blade poked straight like that onto Darian’s sternum.

Crack!

"Ahahahaha——!"

Accompanied by the clear sound of shattering bones, Thawne let out a shrill and miserable scream.

He raised his right hand, those five fingers each bent in a distorted posture toward different directions, obviously having their bones broken.

To speedsters, this item was simply the existence of a nuclear weapon.

You must know that a speedster’s entire set of abilities was almost built upon speed; the faster the speed, the stronger they were.

Conversely, once their speed slowed down, their strength would plummet drastically, and many skills that relied on high-speed states to be used would also fail accordingly, such as the ability of molecular resonance.

"It’s my turn."

Darian grinned, put away the Golden Desert Eagle, and punched fiercely toward Thawne.

His fist was so fast that it dragged a sonic line in the air, bringing up a sharp piercing sound through the air.

A violent fist wind hit his face, and Thawne, ignoring the severe pain in his fingers, clenched his teeth and dodged sideways.

Fortunately, even though his speed was greatly weakened, his basic speed was still much faster than most extraordinary beings, barely avoiding Darian’s fist.

But Thawne no longer had the heart to continue fighting.

Taking advantage of the dodging motion, he turned his feet and immediately turned his head and ran.

Thawne was no reckless fellow; he was clear that in his current state, staying behind was simply courting death, so it was better to leave this place first and settle accounts with Darian later when his speed recovered.

This wasn’t running away, but a strategic retreat!

"Hey! Where are you running!"

How could Darian let Thawne go? His figure burst forth, chasing after him at an extremely fast speed.

If it were placed in the past, even if Darian ran his legs off at this speed, it would be impossible to catch up to a speedster possessing the Speed Force.

But today is different from the past; Thawne’s speed was greatly weakened, and now he ran even slightly slower than Pietro. Darian pursued closely behind, and the distance between the two wasn’t pulled apart much.

Thawne glanced back, scared so badly that he hurriedly twisted his head back and ran frantically with his head buried, wishing he could grow two more legs.

"Dead legs, run fast!"

"Take my punch!"

Darian suddenly shouted loudly.

Thawne instinctively turned his head, facing a burst of dazzling white light head-on, instantly blurring his vision.

"Who the hell turned on their high beams with such bad taste!"

"Have you no public morality!"

Thawne’s vision was blocked, and not paying attention to his feet, he kicked a certain giant boulder with one foot.

The next moment, his body instantly lost balance, falling forward uncontrollably.

Driven by the powerful inertia, Thawne’s entire body turned into an invincible fire-wheel, rolling all the way on the ground for dozens of circles, and finally crashing into a ruin before barely stopping.

At this moment, Thawne’s appearance was quite miserable.

His uniform was tattered, his whole body was covered in severe abrasions, blood continuously oozed out from his wounds, and his entire person collapsed in the pile of rubble.

Before he could even crawl up, a foot had already stepped onto his calf, pressing down forcefully.

Crack!

"Ahahahaha——!"

Thawne let out a miserable scream, his super-light-speed running legs were directly broken.

Darian did not stop, and following the same pattern, stepped and broke his other leg as well.

Thawne completely couldn’t move this time, his two legs crooked unnaturally, howling like a ghost and wolf out of pain.

Darian was somewhat impatient: "Stop screaming, scream again and I’ll snap your remaining leg too."

Hearing these words, Thawne instantly shut his mouth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Darian pulled out the Golden Desert Eagle, pointed it at Thawne and questioned: "Tell me, who is that My Lord you mentioned?"

Thawne swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "If I tell you, can you let me go..."

Darian directly preempted the answer: "Yes."

Thawne: "..."

"You agreed so fast, it gives me no sense of security at all!"

Darian said with a straight face: "Rest assured, I am a superhero, a promise is a promise, I said I’ll let you go so I’ll let you go, provided you open your mouth and state the answer."

Thawne looked at Darian’s evil modeling, no matter how he looked at it, he didn’t feel like a superhero.

But now he had no other choice.

If he were caught by Barry, he could still jump in his face and mock him a few times, because he knew Barry would definitely not do anything to him.

But the person in front of him was different.

He had witnessed with his own eyes the other party slaughtering a large number of Atlantis soldiers and Amazon warriors; completely different from those superheroes with a no-killing principle, the other party truly dared to kill him.

After hesitating repeatedly, Thawne finally gritted his teeth and opened his mouth: "That My Lord is..."

Bang!

With a gunshot, Thawne’s head suddenly jerked back, an extra blood hole appeared on his forehead, and white smoke slowly rose from it.

His eyes were widened greatly, and his face still retained a puzzled expression, seemingly not understanding why Darian shot even though he hadn’t stated the answer yet.

Darian put down the Golden Desert Eagle.

The moment that name surfaced in Thawne’s heart, he already knew the answer.

As for the matter of promising Thawne.

He only promised that as long as Thawne opened his mouth to state the answer he would let the other party go, but hasn’t Thawne not had time to open his mouth yet.

"I didn’t expect to still be able to see a new God, truly the younger generation is formidable."

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind.

Darian turned his head to look, and saw a man wearing a dark suit and holding a carved walking stick standing not far away.

His body was immaculate, with a delicate mustache on his lips, and his temperament was like a British gentleman, appearing exceptionally out of place standing on this broken battlefield.

"God of War Ares."

Darian narrowed his eyes.

That’s right, the name that surfaced in Thawne’s heart just now was Ares.

"I didn’t expect you to actually know my identity."

Ares looked Darian up and down, then revealed a sudden realization: "I can sense that you have a powerful spiritual force on your body, presumably you must have known the answer from that fellow’s brain."

Darian was not surprised that Ares could see through this point.

He tried to read Ares’s thinking, but the result failed; obviously the other party’s spiritual attribute was likewise not low.

Darian asked: "So, the mastermind behind all this is you?"

"That’s right, it’s me."

Ares had no intention of denying it, instead nodding open-mindedly.

Leaning on his walking stick with both hands, he slowly opened his mouth: "The wars in this world are too uninteresting, making me truly somewhat annoyed watching them."

"I am the God of War, I crave more wars; these wars simply cannot satisfy my appetite, I need a bigger war, a war enough to destroy the world!"

Darian raised an eyebrow, he seemed to have guessed the cause and effect.

Sure enough, he heard Ares continue: "So I targeted the Amazon and Atlantis; they are the two most powerful countries in the world, if they launch a full-scale war against each other, the scale will be unprecedentedly massive."

"Thus I controlled Diana’s sister Artemis, as well as Arthur’s brother Orm, respectively, making them secretly sabotage the wedding of the two, provoking conflicts between the two countries, and ultimately triggering this great war."

"Finally, dragging the human side completely in, the three major forces fighting to the death, the entire world will become a grand banquet for me to enjoy."

Just like all villains, Ares proactively explained the whole sequence of events to Darian.

This was very normal.

Just like an angler who caught a fish weighing dozens of catties, wishing they could hug the fish and walk a circle in the urban area.

Ares planned such a big scene, naturally he really wanted to find someone to show off.

Hearing Ares’s words, Darian couldn’t help but mock: "One-time saturation for every meal, you can’t tell the difference at all, huh? If they mess up the whole world completely, by then there won’t even be a target to wage war against, where will you, a God who relies on war for a living, find the next meal?"

Ares shook his head: "The world is not as fragile as you imagine; history is a cycle, there will always be new civilizations rising, new countries established, new conflicts erupting, war will never disappear because of a single war."

What philosophical words, didn’t expect this God of War to still be a philosopher.

But Darian was too lazy to discuss philosophy with Ares, stating directly: "So you sent out the Reverse-Flash, just wanting to let the war continue?"

Ares said helplessly: "Yes, I accidentally discovered his existence, knowing the change of this world, so I gave him a little benefit to make him work for me."

"I just didn’t expect him to be so useless, actually dying in your hands so quickly, forcing me to take action personally."

"However..."

Speaking, Ares looked at Darian with burning eyes: "I also didn’t expect that there is actually a new God here; if I had known, I definitely would have come out long ago. Compared to you, this new God, everyone else can only be considered appetizers."

"And you are the most delicious, highest-grade ingredient in this banquet."

"Such a rare ingredient, how could I rest assured handing it over to others."

"So I decided, I want to personally cook this delicacy of yours, and bring this banquet to its climax!"

Darian: "..."

Such familiar lines, it seems like they’ve been heard somewhere before?