radicalducati Chapter 385 The Deaths of Johnny Quick and Atom
Chapter 385 The Deaths of Johnny Quick and Atom
Chapter 385 The Deaths of Johnny Quick and Atom
Inhuman screams emanated from within Rune's body, while black and red flames began to seep from his skin, and terrifying magic, writhing like a living thing, spread wildly.
Johnny Express, however, chose to rush forward at that moment.
He knew nothing about the Fiendfire Curse, let alone that this flame called Fiendfire could burn the soul, but Johnny Quick knew that his girlfriend was in extreme pain, as for the flame...
Johnny Quick believes that such flames should be extinguished by the vacuum or shockwave generated by speed, or more directly, by attacking the caster himself.
He naturally chose the latter.
Driven by anger, fear, and panic, Johnny Quick used all his strength, employing the Speed Force—a powerful force unique to DC Comics—to break the speed of sound in a short time and rapidly approach the speed of light.
Johnny Quick's body was enveloped in yellow lightning. In his perception, the whole world seemed to be moving in slow motion, and under Rune's pressure, he seemed to have broken through some kind of limit.
The lightning energy around him became even more dazzling, even turning golden in color. The surrounding environment began to be severely distorted and deformed, and even the colors of the original world changed.
"Spit Rhonda out of me, you little brat!"
His fist struck Rune's face, just like before, but this time, he wasn't so lucky.
The instant the fist made contact with the other's cheek, the dark red flames seemed to have encountered some delicacy, staining Johnny Quick's fist and beginning to spread rapidly.
How do you deal with an enemy who is much faster than you? It's simple, just stack Thornmail.
That's what Rune did.
Speed, however, became a catalyst for this disaster. Fiendfire was not a physical flame; it was more like a greedy curse that endlessly and without limit devoured everything that could burn, including not only magic but also human flesh.
Johnny Quick howled in agony as the dark red flames devoured his red uniform, his skin, and his muscles.
He finally understood why his girlfriend was in so much pain. The pain from the burning flames went far beyond the physical realm; while scorching Johnny Quick's nerves, it seemed to be burning his soul as well.
He tried to run wildly, using his speed to shake off the flames; he tried to run in circles, using the vacuum to extinguish the terrible fire, but all these methods failed. Johnny Quick's struggles only made the Fiendfire burn even more fiercely.
The flames quickly reached his feet, leaving a long trail of black and red fire behind him.
He became a raging torch, crashing wildly through Gotham City, while the Speed Force's super healing and sensory enhancements granted to Johnny became instruments of torture that prolonged his suffering.
Meanwhile, Rune, who was standing to the side, was now completely surrounded by black and red flames, becoming a quietly burning candlestick—at this moment, the Atomic Woman's wails no longer came from his body.
Johnny Quick didn't last much longer either. His running speed gradually decreased, from faster than light speed to a speed that even Rune could observe, until he finally stumbled and fell to the ground.
"No----"
Johnny Quick lay on the ground, speaking weakly, but soon his body was rapidly carbonized, shrank, and charred black by the Fiery Blaze.
In less than a minute, the plaza in front of Arkham Asylum was quiet again, and a nearly unrecognizable charred skeleton lay curled up on the ground, recounting its previous experience.
The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh and blood.
Two members of the crime syndicate paid a heavy price for their arrogance and ignorance.
In the center of the square, Rune, whose body was almost burned to the point of becoming a skeleton, still stood upright. The fierce flames on his body slowly died down, as if he had completed his mission.
Only the pattering raindrops hit the ground, making a pitter-patter sound.
Before long, a large number of superhero counterparts from the main universe poured out of Arkham Asylum, led by Deathstroke.
As the world's undisputed strongest mercenary, his unique dark wisdom commands the trust of most. Beside Deathstroke, naturally, are the flamboyantly dressed Harley Quinn and the Jester.
"Oh, damn it, I hate rainy days!" Harley Quinn complained, but Deathstroke ignored her and his eyes swept across the room, his gaze settling on the two charred corpses.
"Be careful, something's not right!"
Deathstroke raised his gun and looked around warily.
The clown started running around, seemingly searching for something. "Strange, where did Rune go?"
Rune?
Deathstroke's eyes narrowed slightly. He had long suspected something was wrong with this rescue. It was impossible for the Joker and Harley Quinn alone to break through this fortress called the Asylum, which was actually a prison for superpowered rebels.
Moreover, Deathstroke also learned of Nite Owl's death from the clown and Harley Quinn.
Harley Quinn and Harley Quinn kill Night Owl? Deathstroke thinks it's possible, but how could the two of them possibly manage to fight off members of the criminal syndicate while also breaking into prison?
So he guessed that someone must be helping them, and that person must be the guy named Rune that the clown mentioned.
The next moment, the skeleton in the center emitted a faint, teeth-grinding cracking sound.
Like a video on fast-forward, new, bright red muscle fibers grew wildly at a visible speed, wrapping around the bones; nerve bundles spread like vines; and skin tissue rapidly covered, becoming smooth, plump, and revitalized.
In a mere dozen seconds, Rune reverted to his original form. Completely ignoring Deathstroke's gun aimed at him, he asked the Jester and Harley Quinn, "How was it? Did it go smoothly?"
"You're quite the hide-and-seek master," Harley Quinn nodded vigorously. "But of course, Mr. Wizard! The rescue operation was perfect! Shall I introduce you to who they are?"
"unnecessary."
They were all old acquaintances. Although they differed slightly from their counterparts in subtle ways, Rune could still recognize many of them.
What Rune didn't expect was that Deathstroke, the world's strongest mercenary, was also imprisoned in Arkham Asylum. At this moment, Deathstroke had already put down his gun.
"How did you get arrested?"
Deathstroke shook his head and put away his weapon, seemingly unwilling to share with Rune how he was captured and taken to the asylum.