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Chapter 209 The Destroyer Red Death Demon?

Chapter 209 The Destroyer + Red Death Demon = ? (Sorry, I've finally finished updating)

boom!

The violent blizzard whipped up Captain Cold's frost, combining it into a massive hailstorm that shielded the Rogues in the center, giving them a precious chance to catch their breath.

At this moment, their battlefield had shifted from the rooftop to the ground. The earth was a scene of ruins; the entire building had been plowed flat by the giant gorilla.

Meanwhile, Titano the giant ape ran around them like the Flash.

"Sam, Batman said he'll be here in two minutes. How much time do we have left? I can't hold on much longer!"

The weather wizard's face was contorted with bulging veins as he strained to keep the tornado spinning.

Before actually seeing the real thing, no one could imagine what such a gigantic monster, tens of meters tall, could do, especially since it also possessed the Speed ​​Force.

Although he was slightly slower than the real Flash, Barry, the recoil force he generated was dozens of times stronger!

"About 80 seconds left!" the Mirror Master said rapidly, "Soon it will be..."

But his words were immediately interrupted by a loud groan from the Weather Wizard. The Mirror Master immediately manipulated the mirror to reflect the sunlight summoned by the Weather Wizard. Dozens of rays of sunlight converged to form a high-temperature heat beam, but it only swept away the light.

If a person or thing is running at supersonic speed, even if it is tens of meters tall, it would be very difficult to hit it.

"I... my opinion is that we should run away as soon as possible," the Mirror Master heard the Weather Wizard say. He seemed somewhat calm, and his words were as chilling as the blizzard he had summoned.

The Mirror Master was unsure whether he said those words because he genuinely thought so, or because he was influenced by the climate he had summoned.

"We've done enough. We're the villains, after all." The Weather Wizard, struggling to keep the tornado in check, said in a low voice, "What happens to the city is a problem for Batman or the Flash to worry about."

He said, "Not us."

He turned to look at the Mirror Master, his words gushing out like a machine gun: "Sam, you and Lisa have already saved everyone in this building. We've done more than enough. You two have repaid the favors you owe Batman. It's time to think about yourselves."

He said, "Central City? Well, I do want to save Central City, but what's happening now is clearly beyond our capabilities."

"Batman said two minutes..."

How much time is left?

"About 30 seconds left..."

"The tornado will be over in 15 seconds—let's go hide in the mirror space, and..."

"Whether Batman wins or loses, it doesn't matter to us, does it?"

The weather wizard said, "We..."

"That's right, scoring is the most important thing. The Rogues have no ambition to dominate the world, nor do they play superhero games. If we're talking about repaying Batman and the Flash's favors, we've done enough since we started fighting." Captain Cold concluded decisively, "So hurry up and open the Mirror Dimension, Sam, we..."

"You're no longer the leader of the Rogue Gang." But before he could finish speaking, his own sister retorted.

"And that doesn't mean the scoundrels accept your leadership!"

The members of the rogue gang got into a heated argument.

But there was no time left for them to continue arguing.

In an instant, the tornado finally gave way to the giant ape Titano's relentless counterforce, and vanished with a deafening roar.

Heatwave looked up and saw Gruud standing atop the giant ape, looking at them all with a mocking expression.

"Speed ​​Force! Belong to me! Central City! Belong to me! Inferior humans—"

The golden glider wove a protective net of ribbons in front of them, barely managing to block the giant ape's fists that rained down like drops.

Under Gerudo's intense physical attacks, the golden glider's body trembled violently, like wisps of smoke about to go out.

Captain Cold, dragging his already exhausted body, still managed to raise his hand and release a large amount of frost to support his sister's ribbon network.

"Sam!!!"

Heatwave heard Captain Cold yell, "Two minutes have passed! Where are Batman and the Flash?"

"I...I don't know. They're late." The Mirror Master repeated, his voice trembling slightly. "They're late!"

"I knew it!" Captain Cold cursed, then lowered his voice and patiently advised his sister, "Our fight is pointless. Batman and the Flash have probably already abandoned the city and fled, leaving us here as cannon fodder to die."

Heatwave heard him say to the Mirror Master, "Quickly, open the Mirror World and let us hide inside."

Heatwave heard him calling to his sister, "Let's go, saving the world isn't our responsibility."

boom!

Another earth-shattering, violent explosion.

The defenses formed by the Glider's ribbons and the ice blocks created by Captain Frost were completely destroyed.

The Mirror Master has created a passage that would allow everyone to escape into the Mirror Space, but it's too late.

Faced with the giant ape's unimaginable speed, the mirror, the entire gang's hope for escape, was crushed to pieces in an instant.

He took a deep breath in the heat.

He raised his head.

He looked at the residents who had frozen in place, at his panicked teammates, and at the blatant malice of the Grud.

My name is Heatwave.

To be precise, it's Mick Rory.

The heatwave lingered in thought.

At that moment, I was battling my teammates on the streets of Midtown against the “biggest” opponent we had ever faced.

That's right.

"Me" and them.

I'm different from them. I'm sick.

When I was little, my classmates often made fun of me because I wore winter clothes.

I like wearing them all the time; the heat and sweat are probably closer to the flames than anything else—but like I said… I feel extremely uncomfortable.

The heatwave soared high into the air, and amidst the screams of Captain Cold and the Weather Wizard, a ball of fire exploded beneath his feet, propelling him into the air. Then, a beam of super-hot fire erupted from his chest, making him appear as if he had been given wings of fire.

The heat wave made me feel like I was flying.

"Mick, what are you doing?! We have to get out of here—"

The heatwave made his eyes glaze over.

Brad Lake. He was my childhood friend, a really good guy, but I didn't want to be there with him, I didn't want anyone else to get hurt. But I ended up killing him. I burned him to a crisp in my out-of-control state. I knelt beside his body, weeping uncontrollably, but people just thought I was shedding crocodile tears.

I was in so much pain.

No mental hospital can contain me; my ability to create and use fire is unparalleled. Every mental hospital that accepts me ends up in flames.

I tried to perform in a circus, to become a fire-eater who made his living by his own labor, and then the circus was also roasted to a crisp by me.

The doctor told me that this is a type of obsessive-compulsive disorder. My brain cannot control my body, as if a fiery demon full of destructive desires is living in my body and devouring my rational soul.

I don't want to hurt others, but I don't have the courage to die.

You see... just as I said, I'm in utter pain.

But later I found a cure for myself, inspired by the rogue gang.

I designed my flamethrower, my uniform. I decided to commit crimes, to burn down buildings, all under the guise of robbery. Fire was no longer a disease, but a publicity stunt.

I succeeded. I really succeeded in controlling my illness without harming anyone else.

The gang's rule was never to kill innocent people, which suited me perfectly. I found a way to do what drugs and psychological counseling couldn't.

But now... all of that is destroyed.

My out-of-control superpowers make me prone to bursting into flames at any moment. That familiar ailment has started to erupt. I'm a powder keg right now, and I'm constantly worried that one day I'll wake up to find nothing but a sea of ​​fire all around me.

I used to hate Captain Cold, hating him for giving me uncontrollable superpowers and making me re-embrace the curse of my childhood.

But now, even the hatred has gradually faded and slowly disappeared. I realized this was a turning point.

I'm so easily angered that I've lost control and can no longer stop myself from hurting others.

Fortunately, I am much older now than I was when I was a child, and much more mature than I was when I was a young adult.

Even now, I still can't control my pathological behavioral lapses.

But I have the courage to die.

I've already mustered the courage to kill myself so I won't hurt anyone else anymore. Wasn't I someone who shouldn't have been alive?

I'm ready.

This is my salvation.

The heatwave spread its arms wide.

His superpower transforms his body into a flamethrower capable of spewing fire at any time, but it also means he is a super incendiary bomb.

He heard his teammates shouting behind him, but he ignored them. Perhaps these old friends didn't understand why he suddenly rushed forward, but that was for the best; at least they wouldn't die like him. They were different from him.

A slight smile even appeared on the heatwave's lips.

He knew that Captain Cold would subconsciously slow down the speedster for him, and he also knew that the Weather Wizard would subconsciously stir up the wind. He never had to worry that his teammates would not have had time to coordinate with him.

After so many years, he finally found an excuse to kill himself.

He died to save the city! He died to protect his teammates! How noble! How sacred!

Although Heatwave knew his motives weren't noble—he just wanted to commit suicide—that didn't matter...right?

"No!!! Mick!" Heatwave heard his teammates calling his name.

"You think this will work, you foolish human?" he heard the gorilla Grodd say. "It's all over now."

"Finish?"

Heatwave said, "Do you know what the end is?"

Dead family members, dead friends, dead job, everything that's gone.

"That's what you call an end!!!"

I set the fire ablaze, I always set the fire ablaze, but this time…

For you, for everyone.

And so, at this very moment, the 31-year-old supervillain, Heatwave, Mick Rory, entered his scorching hour.

"Burn, baby! Burn!"

But he didn't explode as he had imagined. He felt himself gradually slowing down, as if the Speed ​​Force that Batman had given him, which had enabled him to move through the storm of Speed, was being drained by something invisible.

He felt like an insect trapped in amber, slowly solidifying. Heatwave's gaze met that of Grud, who stood atop the giant ape Titan Lonno; the mockery in Grud's beastly eyes rendered him powerless.

He turned his head with difficulty. He saw that the Mirror Master had created a new mirror, and he knew that his teammates would soon be safe.

"No, what are you doing?"

But none of his teammates rushed into the mirror space to escape.

They charged at him together.

"The Rogue Gang—will not—abandon any member!"

No.

Stop doing this.

Don't let me see anyone around me die again.

Fools! Fools! Gerud is powerful enough to drain the Speed ​​Force from our bodies. Even if we all attacked together, we couldn't stop him!

Run! Run!

But it was all in vain; the heatwave could only watch helplessly as its thoughts gradually slowed down, frozen in the amber of time.

"That's right..."

Immediately afterwards...

He heard a voice.

The sound seemed both far away and close at hand.

Gruud turned his head and saw, in three-hundredths of a second, the Turtleman strapped to the Batmobile rushing toward him from the far distance on the horizon.

He saw the Batmobile gradually transform into human form as it ran...

A red helmet, a menacing suit of armor on the chest, and a bat emblem, along with black bat lightning bolts roaming the air.

"Batman...hurry up!"

Chen Tao held the Turtle Man in one arm and grabbed the Flash, who was running alongside him, with the other.

Barry's voice sounded distant and lingering under the influence of the Speed ​​Force.

"I'm about to... reach my limit!"

"It will be ready soon."

He heard Chen Tao's voice mixed with the turtle-man's screams: "The static force is tearing me apart! Why is slowing down your time causing me so much pain?!"

"It will be ready soon."

Chen Tao told him that he ignored the turtle man's tearful expression.

The green static force and the golden speed force work together and intertwine, like a lever, distributing the weight of the dumbbell that Chen Tao is lifting high, the [Red Death Demon], to the Turtle Man and Barry.

Batman's body rose higher and higher, with bone spurs constantly emerging from his body amidst the refreshing silver-white particles, while the black Speed ​​Force bats continued to roam over him, giving his skin a deep reddish-brown color, as if it had been charred.

Blood was spilling from the turtle-man's mouth and nose. During the time that the static force had infinitely slowed him down, he was shouting something at the top of his lungs, but Chen Tao couldn't hear him.

Then, his cursing stopped very quickly.

The Flash, Barry, was a little better off; he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"It's the Speed ​​Force again... Why don't you understand?" Grud's voice was earth-shattering. He rode the giant ape, and the two voices resonated in unison: "The Speed ​​Force is an innate power of our race, just as birds are born to fly and fish are born to dive deep into the sea."

"We are born superior to humans; we are the race chosen by the Speed ​​Force!"

There's too much, far too much Speed ​​Force.

Golden lightning flashed from Groud's eyes as he looked at Batman, whose body had grown to nearly three meters tall, covered in bony spikes and wreathed in black bat-shaped Speed ​​Force lightning.

He manipulated the giant ape Titano to throw a punch, feeling the Speed ​​Force leaping and surging, surrendering to his palm:

"What new trick have you come up with this time? It's useless, humans!!! This is a power you can't even imagine, King Gerudo will..."

"Batman... I... I really can't take it anymore!"

Groud's loud laughter mingled with Barry's wails, and at that very moment, in that instant, Chen Tao's fist, the size of a sandbag, lightly collided with the giant ape's heavy fist, which was as large as a building.

Boo!

In an instant, taking the point of contact between the two fists as the reference, the giant ape's arm exploded completely. Bones, meridians, muscle fibers, ambition, arrogance, and confidence—everything collapsed in an instant. Then, this power continued to erupt, sweeping across the giant ape Titano's entire body like a hurricane.

Everything stopped.

clack.

Titano's eyeballs fell out of their sockets, crashed to the ground, and rolled away. Then, the giant ape's body, which was tens of meters tall, collapsed like a limp lump of cream.

Chen Tao landed lightly and skillfully, catching the almost exhausted Flash and the Turtle Man who had just been healed but was once again covered in blood, without getting hurt, and put them on the ground.

He stepped forward and looked down at Gerud, who lay sprawled in a pile of minced meat, looking utterly dejected, blood gushing from his mouth and nose, his eyes wide and vacant.

The weather is fine and sunny today.

Waaaaah, I finally finished! I accidentally fell asleep again yesterday, waaaaah! I'm frantically working on my manuscript at work today, sob sob.

(End of this chapter)