New Flash Marvel Reborn

Chapter 168

Brad suddenly understood that his brain was like a crashed computer that was knocked hard and returned to normal, and the memory fragments returned to his mind.

Reverse Lightning continued: "That's right, as I told you once, if a speeder wants to become faster, he does not rely on morning exercises to run, but needs a beacon. Every speeder only has a firm reason to go faster, to get faster."

There is no need for him to continue talking, Brad already understands.

Why was the previous attempt unable to break through the current limit at all, and why was he able to break through the barrier of the speed of light without relying on any external force when the timeline was revised last time.

The previous success was because Brad was able to see the goal of rescuing Katyusha and Abt.It is precisely because of this belief as fuel that we can rush faster.

And now, he couldn't break the speed of light because he subconsciously resisted doing so.

In the deepest part of my heart, the timeline where the family jokes and the hut away from the dark reality has been deeply imprinted.Maybe there is a part of my heart that really feels that if this warm part can be maintained, even if it takes the whole world to be buried with it, it is not hesitating, right?
This is obviously illogical and extremely selfish.But no one can really grasp every corner of his heart, and no one can do anything about what kind of dirty thoughts are breeding in the dark.Generally speaking, a mere thought in the subconscious will not affect a person's subjective actions.But for a speedster who needs to devote all his energy to pursuing the faster realm, a small flaw in the deepest part of the heart will also limit the possibility of achieving faster speed.

Brad took a deep breath—of course it was done in the speeding time. "At any cost", this is what he has learned long ago.Sometimes, in order to take the overall situation into consideration, I often have to give up something, such as the family and the dilapidated and warm house that linger in my memory.

Even if this is equivalent to killing the two most important people with his own hands again.

After understanding this point, the pain in his heart went straight up to his throat, but it was barely suppressed in the throat, and did not affect the muscles of the face.

The voice changed a little bit, and Brad asked, "Why do you want to do this?"

Reverse Lightning made an expression of "I don't understand what you're talking about": "You did all of this, I didn't do anything."

"No." Brad shook his head, "You should know the consequences of the destruction of time continuity, but you still showed me the way to travel through time. Whether it was that time or now, it was you who pointed me out. I just Wondering, why? We're supposed to be enemies, right?"

Reverse Lightning was silent for a moment, and said: "Because now, I need to become faster from you. You will naturally understand this in the future. But now, you seem to have more important things waiting for you to do."

Brad didn't refute, and looked back at the sword that Heimdall threw on the ground after he left.

"Go." Reverse Lightning smiled strangely, "We will have a chance to meet in the future if we survive."

Time instantly resumed its flow.

With the fastest speed, he threw away all the loud noises, light effects and sound effects of the battle behind him, and picked up the sword in his hand in a small circle. Brad flashed to the empty sword in a short and negligible time. groove.

With the greatest strength, he inserted the sword in like Heimdall in the movie, like a key in a keyhole.The groove automatically flipped, and the entire half-shell building was illuminated by the light.

The magic runes engraved on the floor seemed to rise up entirely, and a beam of light rose from the ground to the sky, turning into a light curtain and occupying Brad's entire field of vision.

The sound gradually disappeared; the image was also replaced by pure light.

The body seems to have also merged into the beam of light, becoming a part of countless light particles.Consciousness is pulled by an invisible force, falling into a bottomless vortex, and I don't know where it leads.

Refugee camp in New York.

Katyusha, Abt and Fecia, who escaped from New York, came here and lived in temporary tents with other refugees.

Other refugees complain about the living conditions here, but they don't take it seriously.Katyusha didn't care about things like the accommodation environment at all, while Abt and Fecia didn't care much about their dilapidated home, and the only thing worth complaining about was the loneliness brought about by the ruined belongings.

Beyond the sky, a dazzling beam of light descended, making everyone tremble in fright.This scene, which was exactly the same as the appearance of the Xiangong people, made everyone shout and run away.

Only Katyusha approached the beam of light slowly, and whispered as if she had sensed: "It's him. He's here."

In the center of the beam of light stood the person she was not surprised by.

Finding that there were no endless heavenly soldiers rushing out, the others also surrounded them cautiously.

Brad didn't care about the countless gazes around him, took off his mask, and looked at Katyusha with affectionate and apologetic eyes.

"What's wrong?" He still spoke softly.Brad even wondered if he came here just to hear this crisp voice again.

Brad took a deep breath, suppressed the soreness in his throat, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

The beautiful eyelashes fluttered a bit, it's only understandable to such an extent, right?
But, just can't say it.How could it be possible to speak out.

Sorry, I killed you once with my own hands.

I'm sorry, I'm about to abandon you again, which is tantamount to killing you again.

But she didn't ask any of these reasons, and just continued to say so softly: "I told you a long time ago, right? Brad can do whatever he wants. No matter what it is, I will support you."

"Thank you."

I had known that she would answer like this, and I didn't even know if I came here just to hear these few words.

The other two relatives also squeezed out from the crowd, facing Brad.

"Do what you have to do, kid," Abbott said.

"Brother, you will always be the most handsome superhero." Fecia said.

Of course, it was impossible for them to understand what Brad was going to do, they just simply felt that he had made a major choice.This reason alone is enough to be a reason for support.

Brad turned around, let go of Katyusha, took two steps forward, and made a starting posture.

The electric current spreads all over the body, beating and flickering, and the energy of the speed force is full of energy, bursting out from the body, like an invisible sharp sword separating the crowd.The people in the circle moved aside wisely, and the non-stop discussion finally stopped at this moment.

The speed force energy was flying in the body, Brad gently closed his eyes, felt the wind, felt the raging energy.He opened his eyes suddenly, as if he saw the way forward.

The sudden sonic boom made everyone jump back in fright, and their eardrums buzzed.It shot out like an arrow from the string, and the air wave behind it overturned a large number of people in the crowd to the ground.

The street quickly retreated, the floors turned into flashes, and the rewinding telephone poles and street lights on the left and right sides formed a long black wall, enclosing a long road.

Not fast enough!

The city was left behind in an instant, and the mud on the country road was already kicked up under the feet. It was quickly cut to pieces by the wind pressure.The running figures flitted out of Washington, and then left the American continent in an instant, galloping on the blue sea.

Stripes of blue cut through the water, and the spray marked his way—straight without hesitation.

Washington, London, Paris, the Mediterranean Sea, Turkey, China, the Pacific Ocean... The circumference of the earth suddenly seems so small, being crossed again and again by a pair of feet in an instant.

I am afraid this is the first person to measure the circumference of the earth by the number of steps.

The surrounding scenery has long been blurred and cannot be distinguished, and the direction in front of him seems to be unreal, like an ethereal painting.He was running towards the painting, as if he was about to smash it into pieces with his body.

Until the picture scroll disappeared.

No, it was scattered into more paintings.

Sprinting at full speed, although I don't know what the speed is, what is certain is that it has far surpassed the limit speed of the past.He seems to have rushed into some kind of space-time tunnel now, and there seems to be an endless stream of time flowing beside him. Green stripes are flying, which may be an important part of time.

More importantly, it is a picture floating in space.Those complicated images of the past float without interfering with each other, and each painting deduces its own story.There is this timeline, and there are original ones.

He saw Katyusha, saw her frown and frown, and saw the moment when she personally killed her as a phoenix.

The momentary shaking in his heart shook the whole space, as if it was about to collapse, and the power of resistance was about to throw him out.

So, there is no going back.

Like sailing against the current, there is no way out.Next, as long as you don't think about anything, just move forward firmly.

It seems like an endless passage, no one knows where it extends to.I don’t know how long I’ve been running, and I can’t see the end—this is also a matter of course, even at the speed of light, it is impossible to run from one end of time to the other.

Finally, a looking figure appeared in the field of vision.The blue uniform, the lightning-shaped winglets around the ears, the same blue electric current all over his body, and he also sprints at full speed.

That is, rushing to correct reality, the self in another timeline.

Must become faster than him!

The soles of the feet have long been unable to step on the ground, and every step I take, I don't know what is pushing the body forward.The speed may have already surpassed the speed of light, but it is still increasing.

Even though he wanted to yell from behind to make his other self stop, but the sound was inaudible only in the space where the speed of light existed, and the only way to go was to go up and hold him down.

The distance between the two figures was getting closer and closer, and finally reached the distance that one arm could reach.When Brad from behind pressed his hand on the shoulder of the one in front, the one in front turned his head, and their eyes met.

Stop it, your actions will ruin everything.

Sure enough, I knew it, I just had one last fantasy in my heart.It's just that since I have already found myself at that time, it seems that I still failed.
Words cannot convey, but words do not need to convey.

The two figures gradually merged into one body in the speeding, and they turned their heads and ran towards the correct time.

Before leaving, Brad noticed another time node that he was trying to modify.

It was a scene of turbulent waves, a slender woman raised one hand to fight against the turbulent waves, and the black fighter plane behind her slowly took off.
It turns out that, as long as Jean Gray survives at that time, maybe the Phoenix can be controlled before it goes berserk, and Katyusha can escape from the curse of the Phoenix forever.
This thought was just a flash, and the blue lightning shot straight into the right time without looking back!
The turbulent waves remained behind, and the powerful water pressure instantly submerged the slender figure of the woman
"In this case, it's fine. Although it may be true that I will never see her."

When he regained consciousness from the chaos, his eyes refocused and he confirmed the old-fashioned ceiling in the house.Looks like nothing more than one long nightmare on the couch.

"If you're talking about that girl Katyusha Ellen, you'll see each other soon."

The rough voice startled Brad, and he looked closely at the bearded uncle wearing a wallet, smoking a cigar sitting on the sofa in front of him, speaking so confidently.

"Logan?"

(End of this chapter)