"Your opponent is me!"
Vera shouted. Even though only her Body of Steel was still usable, she charged at Alex without hesitation.
There was only one thought in her mind.
She could not let this bastard keep killing people.
However, Alex ignored her completely.
He winked at Vera.
Then Alex vanished.
When he appeared again, he was beside Aquaman Arthur.
Teleportation!
Vera shouted and threw Mjolnir at Alex.
She was not trying to kill him, only force him away.
At the same time, she yelled, "Run!"
"Get away from here!"
"All of you, get as far away as possible!"
She now regretted not destroying Bruce's private jet and setting out alone afterward.
With these burdens here, not only could they not help her, they were steadily pushing her toward defeat.
Arthur refused to accept it. He raised his trident high and drove it into the ground.
A shockwave spread out like a tide.
But when it struck Alex, it was like a breeze.
Alex raised a hand and flicked a finger.
Mjolnir immediately flew back the way it had come.
At the same time, golden light appeared in his eyes.
Two blazing beams shot out and swept across Arthur's neck.
The beams, with temperatures exceeding one hundred thousand degrees, were compressed into lines as thin as fingers, creating terrifying cutting power.
Even Arthur, a gifted member of Atlantis' royal bloodline, could not stop the Heat Vision from cutting through him.
Arthur's eyes opened wide.
A picture of a lighthouse by the sea suddenly flashed through his mind.
Beneath that lighthouse, an old man with white hair was waiting for him to return.
But he would never go back.
Watching Arthur's head fall to the ground, Vera caught Mjolnir in mid-charge and swung it through the air.
At the same time, light shot from her eyes.
Lightning and Heat Vision struck at Alex together.
But they hit only empty air.
Alex used Teleportation again.
This time, his target was Batman.
The Flash, Barry Allen, was currently being chased all over the place by the clone and had no time to look after Bruce Wayne.
Watching Cyborg Victor and Aquaman Arthur die one after another, Bruce felt grief and guilt he could not put into words.
He wondered whether those two would still be alive if he had never assembled this team.
"That's right."
"You got them killed."
"And yourself too."
Alex's voice sounded behind him.
Bruce let out a sigh.
He saw Vera turning around and flying back.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw a spray of blood shoot upward.
He lowered his head.
A fist had punched through his chest and then pulled back.
In that instant, Bruce felt nothing but emptiness.
Everything that had happened in his life flashed before him.
The final image was the scene of his parents being murdered.
Then he fell onto the hot, blackened ground and watched the Conqueror walk past him.
That was the last thing Bruce saw.
"NOOO!"
Vera landed on the ground, shaking with anger.
Alex shrugged.
"What now? Your alliance only has one little speedster left."
"If he dies too, your alliance should be disbanded, right?"
"Barry Allen!"
A light suddenly appeared in Vera's eyes.
She shouted, "Barry Allen!"
"Bruce, Arthur, and Victor are all dead!"
"You're the only one who can save them now!"
"Run faster!"
"Go beyond the speed of light!"
"Turn back time, and they can come back!"
Vera's voice echoed through the night sky.
Barry Allen, who was busy escaping from the clone's pursuit, froze for a moment when he heard her.
"Beyond the speed of light?"
"Turn back time?"
"I can do something like that?"
In the middle of everything, he glanced toward the battlefield.
He saw Victor scattered across the ground in pieces.
He saw Arthur's head separated from his body.
He saw the hole in Bruce's chest.
"Okay."
"I'll try."
"I'll try!"
Barry Allen shouted.
His gaze became more determined as he ran faster and faster.
"It's just going beyond the speed of light."
"You can do it!"
"You're Barry Allen!"
"Go!"
"Go beyond light!"
At that moment, the clone fired two golden beams from behind him.
They quickly caught up to Barry Allen.
They were incredibly fast.
Yet just as they were about to hit the Flash, they stopped.
Then the light began moving backward.
What happened next was like a video playing in reverse.
The Heat Vision returned to the clone's eyes.
Vera flew backward to her previous position.
Bruce rose from the ground. Flesh and blood flowed back into him, filling the hole in his chest like pieces of a puzzle.
Alex returned to Arthur's side. Arthur stood back up, his head rose from the ground and reattached to his neck, and the two beams withdrew into Alex's eyes.
Light and shadows shifted.
When everything stopped, Barry Allen's legs trembled.
He bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily.
Bruce, Victor, and Arthur stood beside him.
Vera had just stepped out of the Dark Heavenly Prison.
Time had reversed.
Everything had returned to the moment before the battle began.
Barry Allen looked up.
He gave a dry laugh, sat down on the ground, and said, "I did it."
"I did it."
Alex smiled slightly, "But you won't be able to do it a second time."
Barry Allen immediately lay flat on the ground, staring at the night sky as he panted.
"He's right. Right now, I can't even move a finger."
Time had reversed to before the battle, but everyone still remembered everything that had happened.
Vera's expression shifted as she looked at Alex, "You deliberately didn't kill Barry Allen because you wanted him to use that ability?"
Alex nodded, "That's right. I think that demonstration should have made it clear that you're not my opponents."
He looked at Vera, "I know you still have trump cards. So do I."
"What I'm saying is, if you refuse to withdraw, then we'll really have to fight to the death."
"That's why I released you from the Dark Heavenly Prison and personally showed you what would happen if our sides fought."
"If you didn't see it with your own eyes, I don't think you would have accepted it."
"So now, make your choice."
"Continue fighting me, or withdraw from this event on your own?"
Vera's expression was complicated.
Of course she still had trump cards.
The biggest one was the Boots of Hermes on her feet.
She could use Divine Descent and summon the Boots of Hermes, once worn by the Greek god Hermes, from the river of time.
But she believed Alex had his own cards as well.
That Darkhold would not contain only a single spell.
On top of that was the terrifying strength that had killed Steppenwolf with a single punch.
Vera could not find any certainty of victory.
If they continued fighting, then one side would truly have to die.
But the event never required either side to fight to the death.
Was it really worth risking her life for an event?
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