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Chapter 698: Speed Force Prison
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
From the very beginning, Tony had planned for "mutual destruction."
There was no other way; he knew better than anyone how terrifying The Spectre was.
In DC Comics, The Spectre is one of the supreme beings, a Second Tier Powerhouse below entities like Level Ten God and Great Evil Beast—though his combat power fluctuates drastically depending on major events and the different hosts he possesses, no one has truly been able to completely kill him.
Strictly speaking, only Nekron, the Black Lantern Lantern Entity whose form of existence is highly unique, completely dominated The Spectre. During the Blackest Night, The Spectre used every trick in his arsenal to attack Nekron, but Nekron didn't even lose a single hair, and with a casual counter-attack, he managed to utterly defeat The Spectre.
Tony isn't Nekron and doesn't possess the conditions to be immune to the power of Judgment. To take down The Spectre, he could only use other means.
Killing him was impossible.
Fighting him was no option either; even with the Mother Box at full power, he could only ensure a stalemate.
Tony was already prepared to sacrifice himself to lock The Spectre into the Speed Force Prison.
The rift-covered Plot Gem lay silently in Tony's palm, emitting a profound light. Its constant flickering seemed to resonate with Tony's heartbeat.
Anything that came into contact with this stone, which looked like it could shatter at any moment, instantly became calm, as if forcibly suppressed by some kind of rule-based power.
The Plot Gem, heavily scarred, had long been on the verge of shattering, serving as the crucial unique artifact that propelled Tony's ascension to a Singular God.
Tony estimated that if he were to wield the Plot Gem with such high intensity again, it would completely shatter.
Touching the black gem in his palm, Tony's face showed deep anguish and reluctance, but he had no choice.
If he could defeat The Spectre with brute force, no one would use the already overburdened Plot Gem. Tony had endured countless tribulations and grown to his current level, and the Plot Gem's existence was instrumental, second only to the Allspark, which was Tony's companion artifact.
The Allspark resided at the core, suppressing all anomalous changes, while the Plot Gem propelled Tony's evolution.
But now, the Plot Gem couldn't be saved.
Roar!
Masses of materialized Speed Force surged forward, letting out silent roars. Those grotesque vortices flickered with various terrifying thunder-like electric arcs, occasionally flashing in this endless space-time.
Over billions of years, countless Speedsters have charged the Speed Force Wall, causing it to grow stronger every minute and every second. The power it could wield became increasingly immense, making the Speed Force Prison it created even more despair-inducing.
Yes, the Speed Force Wall has been growing at an astonishing rate. For countless ages, it has stretched across the periphery of the Multiverse, like a protective old hen, casting a wary eye on the predators from the Gods' Domain.
This hen is constantly growing, becoming stronger.
The cages it creates are becoming increasingly solid, and the probability of prisoners breaking through them is dwindling.
Tony watched The Spectre, who was frantically charging towards the edge of the barrier, with cold eyes.
The frequently erupting "fireworks," The Spectre's roars, the continuously exploding energy waves, and the dissipated power of Judgment all indicated he was fighting with his life on the line.
Once locked into the Speed Force Prison, even a powerhouse like The Spectre would be forced to yield, and that surrender would last for eternity.
"The Spectre, your final destination is in prison, not anywhere else."
Tony carefully caressed the Plot Gem, stroking the rifts on its surface, feeling the sharp sensation, and whispered, "You bastard are nothing but a failed product created by God. Without you today, I believe God will have better inspiration to create new Spirits of Vengeance."
"Ghost Rider is not bad. If God comes to me, I will recommend Ghost Rider to replace you. At least he doesn't use the remains of the dead. As for you... live out your life in prison."
"On a rainy day, you and the Speed Force are quite a match."
Tony revealed his neatly aligned white teeth, then clenched his palm fiercely.
Bang!!!
Crack...
The Plot Gem suddenly erupted with a final black light, then let out the crisp sound of shattering glass, transforming into countless fragments.
The entire Speed Force Wall seemed to tremble, shaken by the final afterglow unleashed by this unique artifact. Everything was momentarily eclipsed, turning into pure blackness. The white glow simultaneously surging on Tony's body was also instantly obscured, his indistinct figure completely enveloped by the darkness.
The final power unleashed by the Plot Gem, adhering to Tony's will, ruthlessly lunged towards The Spectre's back.
The wildly converging Speed Force could not affect this silent black light in any way. The black light transcended the concept of time, appearing behind The Spectre in an instant and tightly coiling around him.
The Spectre punched through the Speed Force vortex blocking his path, looking at the boundless barrier within reach, a flicker of deep surprise appearing in his eyes—*tear!*
Something suddenly grabbed him tightly. In his shock and rage, everything was like a videotape rewinding, familiar scenes playing in reverse. The omnipresent black light was like a dark shadow of an apocalypse, kicking the light of hope that blossomed with light into the abyss with a single foot.
"The Plot Gem—"
The Spectre was consumed by shock and fury, turning his head to lock Tony in a furious gaze.
Tony looked at the three fragments in his hand, a cold sneer playing on his lips, and met The Spectre's gaze.
Most of the Plot Gem fragments completely dissipated the moment they shattered. Only these three fragments survived, dim and lifeless, their unique essence rapidly fading. The magic of these three fragments seemed to have vanished with the destruction of the whole.
However, dragging a future supreme being down with him was worth it.
No matter what earth-shattering deeds The Spectre might have accomplished in the future, there was almost no chance now; he had truly fallen this time.
The Speed Force Collective Consciousness watched the battle between the two with an indifferent expression from beginning to end, tirelessly controlling the increasingly astonishing Speed Force to engulf them both. An infinite space, without boundaries or the concept of time, was taking shape.
The prisoners inside were Tony and The Spectre.
The endless Speed Force vortices transformed into nodes, which, after connecting, slowly receded and returned to conceptualization.
Boom...
A booming sound from the unseen echoed in both their minds. All turmoil completely subsided, and all vortices strangely disappeared, leaving no trace of their existence.
Above, below, left, right, front, and back, there was boundless emptiness and void.
The vast New World, so vast it made one's heart palpitate, and so quiet it sent shivers down one's spine.
"You bastard..." The Spectre gnashed his teeth, glaring furiously at Tony, who was an unknown distance away. With no obstruction between them, their eyes met.
"To be able to lock up a new god like you, I haven't lost out."
After a moment of silence, The Spectre regained his composure, speaking coldly.
Tony looked at him with a fake smile, his gaze like he was looking at an idiot. His aura inexplicably fluctuated, taking several seconds to settle.
The Spectre stared at Tony for a while. Gradually, his face grew uglier and uglier, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart. He suddenly asked, "Where is your Mother Box?"
Tony chuckled at him, spreading his empty hands, and looked at The Spectre with an odd gaze, as if he were looking at a complete imbecile.
"You should know that a Singular God has a method to create clones, simply by splitting off a piece of their divinity," Tony chuckled.
"I'm certain the one fighting me was your true body!!"
The Spectre's eyelids twitched wildly. A terrifying premonition clung to him like a maggot on bone, causing his voice to tremble slightly from shock and rage.
Tony innocently spread his hands at him.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
From the very beginning, Tony had planned for "mutual destruction."
There was no other way; he knew better than anyone how terrifying The Spectre was.
In DC Comics, The Spectre is one of the supreme beings, a Second Tier Powerhouse below entities like Level Ten God and Great Evil Beast—though his combat power fluctuates drastically depending on major events and the different hosts he possesses, no one has truly been able to completely kill him.
Strictly speaking, only Nekron, the Black Lantern Lantern Entity whose form of existence is highly unique, completely dominated The Spectre. During the Blackest Night, The Spectre used every trick in his arsenal to attack Nekron, but Nekron didn't even lose a single hair, and with a casual counter-attack, he managed to utterly defeat The Spectre.
Tony isn't Nekron and doesn't possess the conditions to be immune to the power of Judgment. To take down The Spectre, he could only use other means.
Killing him was impossible.
Fighting him was no option either; even with the Mother Box at full power, he could only ensure a stalemate.
Tony was already prepared to sacrifice himself to lock The Spectre into the Speed Force Prison.
The rift-covered Plot Gem lay silently in Tony's palm, emitting a profound light. Its constant flickering seemed to resonate with Tony's heartbeat.
Anything that came into contact with this stone, which looked like it could shatter at any moment, instantly became calm, as if forcibly suppressed by some kind of rule-based power.
The Plot Gem, heavily scarred, had long been on the verge of shattering, serving as the crucial unique artifact that propelled Tony's ascension to a Singular God.
Tony estimated that if he were to wield the Plot Gem with such high intensity again, it would completely shatter.
Touching the black gem in his palm, Tony's face showed deep anguish and reluctance, but he had no choice.
If he could defeat The Spectre with brute force, no one would use the already overburdened Plot Gem. Tony had endured countless tribulations and grown to his current level, and the Plot Gem's existence was instrumental, second only to the Allspark, which was Tony's companion artifact.
The Allspark resided at the core, suppressing all anomalous changes, while the Plot Gem propelled Tony's evolution.
But now, the Plot Gem couldn't be saved.
Roar!
Masses of materialized Speed Force surged forward, letting out silent roars. Those grotesque vortices flickered with various terrifying thunder-like electric arcs, occasionally flashing in this endless space-time.
Over billions of years, countless Speedsters have charged the Speed Force Wall, causing it to grow stronger every minute and every second. The power it could wield became increasingly immense, making the Speed Force Prison it created even more despair-inducing.
Yes, the Speed Force Wall has been growing at an astonishing rate. For countless ages, it has stretched across the periphery of the Multiverse, like a protective old hen, casting a wary eye on the predators from the Gods' Domain.
This hen is constantly growing, becoming stronger.
The cages it creates are becoming increasingly solid, and the probability of prisoners breaking through them is dwindling.
Tony watched The Spectre, who was frantically charging towards the edge of the barrier, with cold eyes.
The frequently erupting "fireworks," The Spectre's roars, the continuously exploding energy waves, and the dissipated power of Judgment all indicated he was fighting with his life on the line.
Once locked into the Speed Force Prison, even a powerhouse like The Spectre would be forced to yield, and that surrender would last for eternity.
"The Spectre, your final destination is in prison, not anywhere else."
Tony carefully caressed the Plot Gem, stroking the rifts on its surface, feeling the sharp sensation, and whispered, "You bastard are nothing but a failed product created by God. Without you today, I believe God will have better inspiration to create new Spirits of Vengeance."
"Ghost Rider is not bad. If God comes to me, I will recommend Ghost Rider to replace you. At least he doesn't use the remains of the dead. As for you... live out your life in prison."
"On a rainy day, you and the Speed Force are quite a match."
Tony revealed his neatly aligned white teeth, then clenched his palm fiercely.
Bang!!!
Crack...
The Plot Gem suddenly erupted with a final black light, then let out the crisp sound of shattering glass, transforming into countless fragments.
The entire Speed Force Wall seemed to tremble, shaken by the final afterglow unleashed by this unique artifact. Everything was momentarily eclipsed, turning into pure blackness. The white glow simultaneously surging on Tony's body was also instantly obscured, his indistinct figure completely enveloped by the darkness.
The final power unleashed by the Plot Gem, adhering to Tony's will, ruthlessly lunged towards The Spectre's back.
The wildly converging Speed Force could not affect this silent black light in any way. The black light transcended the concept of time, appearing behind The Spectre in an instant and tightly coiling around him.
The Spectre punched through the Speed Force vortex blocking his path, looking at the boundless barrier within reach, a flicker of deep surprise appearing in his eyes—*tear!*
Something suddenly grabbed him tightly. In his shock and rage, everything was like a videotape rewinding, familiar scenes playing in reverse. The omnipresent black light was like a dark shadow of an apocalypse, kicking the light of hope that blossomed with light into the abyss with a single foot.
"The Plot Gem—"
The Spectre was consumed by shock and fury, turning his head to lock Tony in a furious gaze.
Tony looked at the three fragments in his hand, a cold sneer playing on his lips, and met The Spectre's gaze.
Most of the Plot Gem fragments completely dissipated the moment they shattered. Only these three fragments survived, dim and lifeless, their unique essence rapidly fading. The magic of these three fragments seemed to have vanished with the destruction of the whole.
However, dragging a future supreme being down with him was worth it.
No matter what earth-shattering deeds The Spectre might have accomplished in the future, there was almost no chance now; he had truly fallen this time.
The Speed Force Collective Consciousness watched the battle between the two with an indifferent expression from beginning to end, tirelessly controlling the increasingly astonishing Speed Force to engulf them both. An infinite space, without boundaries or the concept of time, was taking shape.
The prisoners inside were Tony and The Spectre.
The endless Speed Force vortices transformed into nodes, which, after connecting, slowly receded and returned to conceptualization.
Boom...
A booming sound from the unseen echoed in both their minds. All turmoil completely subsided, and all vortices strangely disappeared, leaving no trace of their existence.
Above, below, left, right, front, and back, there was boundless emptiness and void.
The vast New World, so vast it made one's heart palpitate, and so quiet it sent shivers down one's spine.
"You bastard..." The Spectre gnashed his teeth, glaring furiously at Tony, who was an unknown distance away. With no obstruction between them, their eyes met.
"To be able to lock up a new god like you, I haven't lost out."
After a moment of silence, The Spectre regained his composure, speaking coldly.
Tony looked at him with a fake smile, his gaze like he was looking at an idiot. His aura inexplicably fluctuated, taking several seconds to settle.
The Spectre stared at Tony for a while. Gradually, his face grew uglier and uglier, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart. He suddenly asked, "Where is your Mother Box?"
Tony chuckled at him, spreading his empty hands, and looked at The Spectre with an odd gaze, as if he were looking at a complete imbecile.
"You should know that a Singular God has a method to create clones, simply by splitting off a piece of their divinity," Tony chuckled.
"I'm certain the one fighting me was your true body!!"
The Spectre's eyelids twitched wildly. A terrifying premonition clung to him like a maggot on bone, causing his voice to tremble slightly from shock and rage.
Tony innocently spread his hands at him.
(end of chapter)
