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Wally suddenly woke up and found himself floating in a strange space woven by green vines.

Flowers are blooming, and the void below is also covered by various spreading plants. Beyond that, there is an endless ocean, a green ocean.

"You're awake, Wally West." Hollow voices came from all directions.

Wally felt something sounded familiar. He immediately looked around while floating, and was surprised to see countless blurry and twisted wrinkled faces. They seemed to be human faces carved on tree trunks, and their eyes were entangled with tiny roots. Formed into a sphere, these faces occupied most of this strange space almost instantly.

"Parliament of Trees..." Wally remembered the origin of these guys.

Am I within the "green of all things"? This is the root of the elemental power that Swamp Thing guards.

"Yes, Wally, you are in 'All Green'. You are unconscious because the memories of multiple parallel realities began to merge. In fact, you are no longer here, you are still running, you Existing at every point in time." One of the members of the Tree Council made a rumble, "But this is the beginning, this is the core of the confluence, a flash point created by you."

"Flashpoint?" Wally was stunned. He had never heard of this term before, "What is that?"

"A tampered history, a wrong history, a history that should not exist." The members of the Tree Council said, "You are creating a flash point, and through your memory, we find that it may be a weapon that we can use to change everything. This The history of flashpoints can even become a blind spot for observation, a hoax."

"These words...sound familiar." Wally frowned. He once again thought of the Isabella Constantine who was with Zatanna, and he soon remembered that in this parallel reality , there was also a Constantine, that John Constantine.

"This is indeed Constantine's idea. They are outside, guarding your body." The members of the Tree Council said, "The same is true for our agents. Swamp Monster is there. He and Martian Manhunter are trying to Organize your memory and draw a time map. Cyborg will help us activate the rewritten Apokolips Mother Box, then extract your memory and enter the core source code through the materialized Mother Box..."

"Finally, overwrite it with my memory! Use a Flashpoint history to create a loophole!" Wally seemed to understand the root of this crazy plan, "But... who can get into the core? Cyborg? Or 'Martian Manhunter' '?"

"Batman." The members of the Tree Council said calmly, "We need a shrewd mind, an absolute firmer who will not compromise. Bruce Wayne can do it, and the rest are all bait. We still have There are many mysteries to be solved, and we have many traps to set. Wally, I will send part of your self back into the body now, but not all of it, otherwise your brain will be burned immediately, and even your existence. All will be erased. Remember, you are running, and you are just a small fragment now."

Wally wanted to ask anything else, but he immediately fell into the spiral abyss below. Wally couldn't control his spirit body at all. He could only let the spiral woven by the green vines bloom like a bud, and then the black hole swallowed him.

……

"Oh my God!" Wally sat up. His face was covered with sweat, his hood had been taken off, his bloodshot eyes were wide open, and he was panting uncontrollably with a splitting headache.

"Are you okay, Wally? I think you have met the tree parliament." A deep, rough voice sounded hollow.

When Wally looked up instinctively, he saw the terrifying form of Swamp Monster made of different plants. On his skull-like head, two cold eyes looked at Wally, as if checking whether he was still conscious.

"It's bad, but compared to dying, it's not bad." Wally got off the bed. Only then did he realize that he was in a space like an underground fortress. The room he was in was made of special glass. Through the glass in the separated medical room, one can see the vast space outside illuminated by lights, as well as various weapons and equipment, vehicles and aircraft.

Bat cave.

There is no doubt that this is Batman's secret base.

After Wally calmed down a little, he walked to the door. Through the glass on the side, he also saw the huge supercomputer behind a Batmobile. Some red grids were weaving in the air, as if Cyborg was controlling the very strange s things.

"That is a part of the memory fragments copied from your consciousness. We cannot use your original consciousness rashly. We must be careful, because once we start, there will be no second chance." Swamp Monster explained, "Come on, Wally, let me take you to see it."

Wally followed Swamp Thing out of the infirmary. He curiously looked at Batman's weapons and equipment arsenal while thinking about the current situation.

In 1979, there was no doubt about it, but now the concept is becoming increasingly blurred.

Wally blinked, and at this moment, Wally seemed to feel that he was running wildly among a group of red figures.

The most important thing is that Wally seemed to see a familiar face.

"Barry Allen?" Wally muttered.

"What?" Swamp Thing turned his head.

"Oh, uh... no, sorry, it's okay." Wally rubbed his temples and followed the swamp monster while shaking his head.

The full picture of the supercomputer was quickly revealed. It spanned almost half of the space, and some equipment seemed to have been re-added by Cyborg. He needed more powerful computing power and storage equipment. He was now floating in the air, silvery white. The cables were inserted into the brain-computer interface on his head. His body was torn apart, and countless parts became tiny robots. They seemed to be performing a precise surgical operation, constantly wandering around the steel skeleton. In the complex red network emanating from the electronic eye.

Wally raised his head and looked at the extremely spectacular, yet intricate map.

Time map.

At this time, "Martian Manhunter" Ron Rontz suddenly appeared. He flew down. He wore a special silver helmet on his green bald head. The cables on the helmet were also the same as the cables above the steel head. connected together.

"Hello, Wally." Ron greeted him very friendly, and he quickly pointed to the helmet he was wearing, "This is an upgraded version of the brain control helmet made by Steve Dayton. It can strengthen my The power of telepathy. Through it, I can help Cyborg build this virtual time network and consciousness structure as efficiently as possible."

Steve Dayton…

Wally felt that this name sounded familiar. There seemed to be such a person in his parallel reality.

Ah...Doom Patrol.

Steve was a member of the Doom Patrol and he died fighting.

But here he did not die.

"How can I help?" Wally blinked again. He seemed to be separated from reality again. He once again saw the golden light and himself running wildly in the red electric light.

"Stay alive." Ron said seriously.