Chapter 216: Killing Me

*Thud.*

The Flash, Batman, and Luthor felt a slight chill in their hearts as they watched Black Adam being pointed at the forehead by H'el's index finger.

Black Adam, like a mortal receiving a blessing, suddenly turned into a mist of blood under H'el's index finger, shocking the three of them to their core.

This Black Adam, who was so powerful that he could even rival Superman, was directly killed by a mere touch of H'el's finger... They couldn't even compete with him in terms of strength.

H'el slowly withdrew his finger and looked at the three of them. Luthor, with his transparent helmet and a stern expression, emitted a fierce green-white aura from all over his body. He suddenly disappeared into the dense green mist.

"I know you're not affected by Kryptonite, but I suggest you take a look outside and see the situation on Krypton." Luthor's voice came from the green mist.

"From the moment I set foot on Krypton, I released the deadly Kryptonite gas to the Kryptonians. It took me a lot of effort to synthesize this Ebola-like Kryptonite radiation virus, which has the ability to spread through the air."

The Ebola virus is perhaps the most terrifying infectious disease among humans. So far, no virus has been able to turn a living creature into a blob of jelly in such a short time, except for the Ebola virus.

It has a strong replication ability and super transmission capability.

During acute outbreaks, the virus spills out from the body, causing organ necrosis and detachment. The host suffers from high fever and fainting, and death occurs within 24 hours.

No one or animal can escape after the virus breaks out.

What's even more terrifying is that some hosts who faint or fake death suddenly wake up and enter a state of confusion and extreme aggression. At this moment, the host's eyes are dull, secreting large amounts of body fluids, and blood flows out, watching their bodies turn into a jelly-like liquid, an extremely horrifying state of death.

And because of the extreme environment of Krypton, all cities are highly populated. The sudden appearance of such a highly infectious virus in Kryptonian cities is likely to cause a huge disaster.

That's what Luthor believes.

Instead of killing the young Kryptonian emperor, it's better to poison the entire planet and completely solve the Kryptonian problem.

While the Flash and Batman have their plan to kill the young boy, Luthor also has his plan to poison all of Krypton.

"You don't understand Kryptonian biotechnology."

H'el reached out towards the green mist, shocking Luthor under his transparent hood. His chest pushed forward, and his limbs were pulled backward, being sucked into the green mist.

H'el's five fingers clenched into a fist, and the bio field force gathered, squeezing the green and white armor that was flying towards H'el. Luthor's body inside the green and white armor was directly squeezed flat, the instruments in the armor malfunctioned, cracks appeared in the transparent hood, shattered, and every transparent fiber penetrated Luthor's face.

"Even your own homeworld, you're willing to sacrifice it..." Luthor stuttered out the last words, his face full of transparent fibers, before being completely squeezed into a ten-centimeter sphere by H'el, rolling to H'el's feet.

Luthor might not know how powerful a civilization that can manipulate talents is, especially in terms of genetic technology.

The Ebola-like Kryptonite radiation virus that Luthor had synthesized, capable of spreading through the air, might kill some people on Krypton, but it would ultimately be treated by Kryptonians as nothing more than a minor illness, like a cold.

"Flash, get out of here!"

When Luthor sprayed the green mist, Batman was already shouting for the Flash to leave.

At this moment, the only one who could leave was the Flash, who had the Speed Force.

Batman quickly threw all his equipment—Batarangs, Kryptonite spears, plastic explosives, nerve gas, red sun bombs, smoke bombs, laser cutters, grappling guns, and a series of other weapons, dazzlingly attacking H'el.

Of course, this had no effect. With a flick of his hand, H'el effortlessly recalled all the flying bat weapons back to Batman.

H'el opened his big hand with five fingers towards Batman, grabbing Batman and all his complicated bat weapons, embedding them into Batman's armor.

H'el slowly bent his fingers inward.

Batman's armor couldn't bear the pressure, cracking and beginning to compress under the tremendous force.

Batman screamed in agony inside the armor.

The process was too fast, just an instant. Luthor was squeezed into a ball and died, and then Batman was about to be squeezed into a ball again.

"Stop, H'el, stop it! Let go of Batman! Whatever you want to do, let him go! I promise I can do anything for you." The Flash looked at Batman, terrified, as Batman's armor collapsed, and the unpleasant sound of cracking armor steel reached his ears.

He was terrified of Batman's death, with a fearful expression, kneeling down and pleading with H'el.

"Is that so? Then restore that boy to his original state, I want him alive." H'el laughed, his mouth curled up in sarcasm.

Traveling across time and space to kill my younger self has already made it impossible for me to return to the New Krypton over there.

If it weren't for him following the Speed Force on Jo-El's body, I would have disappeared a long time ago.

Now you're kneeling down and begging me?

Sure, why not.

Rewind time and save me.

As H'el spoke with a smile, he lifted Batman with his hand again.

"Okay! I can do it!!!" The Flash looked at Batman, who was on the verge of collapse, with almost despair, blood foaming from his mouth, about to become a ball, and hurriedly shouted hoarsely, "I can go back and restore you to the moment before you were killed."

H'el's hand paused forcefully, and even his smiling face froze for a moment.

Even the Flash could do something like this?

H'el had always known that the Flash could travel through time with his Speed Force, back to the past.

But he didn't know that the Flash could actually rewind time. How was this possible?

As long as he existed here, fixed in this space-time location, he could rewind time and prevent the boy from dying?

"You can do this?" H'el slightly loosened his grip on Batman, letting out a breath, and questioned the Flash skeptically.

"I can, I can! When Batman killed the boy and you came here, the speed force told me I could do this. As long as you exist here, the speed force can rewind time to when he wasn't dead."

The Flash looked at Batman, who was wide-eyed with disbelief, spitting blood, silently shaking his head, refusing him to do such a thing for himself, gritting his teeth and responding in pain.

What principle was this based on?

H'el frowned.

As long as he existed here, the Flash had the ability to rewind time?

"Then let's begin, go back to when he wasn't dead." H'el, not quite understanding how the speed force worked, relaxed slightly with Batman.

The Flash looked at Batman, breathed a sigh of relief, dared not meet Batman's gaze, walked straight to the side, stretched out his hands, emitting a massive yellow arc that penetrated through space into time.

The medical personnel surrounding the boy's death began to retreat, the nervous teachers rushed back, the classmates who were alarmed by the boy's temple bullet wound returned to their seats on the playground and continued playing backwards, blood gathered back into the temple, bullets reversed out of the temple, and returned directly to Batman's side.

They were like bystanders witnessing the boy's resurrection.

The boy was back in a corner of the playground, looking enviously at his classmates playing, wanting to join them.

"That's enough!" The Flash, almost paralyzed, collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.

Rewinding time here was not an easy task, and this was the first time the Flash had done something like this.

He didn't know why he had the ability to rewind time as long as H'el was here.

Perhaps it was his inner desire to save Batman.

Throwing Batman aside casually.

Seeing the boy resurrected, H'el relaxed slightly, his face showing a satisfied expression.

As long as things followed the right course, they would return to the correct future.

H'el looked satisfactorily at the boy, his eyes showing envy towards the classmates on the playground.

Suddenly, H'el felt strange.

The look of envy in the boy's eyes was that of a lonely child wanting to make friends.

That was very childlike.

H'el's expression became slightly solemn.

The boy envied wanting to join the classmates in their play.

He envied wanting to join the classmates in their play!

I envied wanting to join the classmates in their play?

H'el's solemn expression turned into anger, and he slapped his hand towards the boy, a violent bio-magnetic field surged out, turning the boy into a mist of blood.

The boy was killed by H'el.

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