Barry had no reason to refuse.

even.

Barry was happy inside.

What is he trying to increase his speed?

Beat up very fast.

Kara had fought with him, and Barry knew exactly how powerful Kara was.

And now there are twenty-eight Kryptonian super warriors who are no less than Kara. The rhythm of calling daddy a quick hit.

The most important point.

Whether it's Kara or Karl.

There is no such thing as fighting in their genes.

And for General Astra and her husband and their seekers.

fighting.

It is part of their genes.

quite a while.

After listening to Barry introduce the origins of Astra and others.

The eyes of people from cutting-edge technology labs have changed.

Even Harrison Wells, who had long lost hope, had his fighting spirit from Earth No. 1, was back.

no way.

The twenty-eight Kryptonian super warriors who are flying and omnipotent in the sky and hiding the earth are coming in one go. Harrison Wells of Earth No. 1 could not have imagined any situation where they would lose...

After a while.

Caitlin and Iris took twenty-six Kryptonian warriors to set up their lounge first.

Marsh, who had transferred the Kryptonian warrior from Earth 38, came to Mark and whispered a few words.

Mark nodded.

Then.

Mark looked at Astra and said, "General Astra, I have done what I promised you. With Barry's help, I believe your spaceship will be built soon."

Barry is not the most active person in helping the Kryptonians create this.

It's Cisco.

After all, a technology that is enough to contain interstellar travel is enough to make any engineer intoxicated.

The cutting-edge laboratory helped General Astra build a spacecraft.

In return, General Astra will help them arrest quickly.

The agreement was reached so friendly.

quite a while.

Mark also offered to say goodbye.

Unlike the popular General Astra.

Everyone in the cutting-edge laboratory, including Barry, was talking to Mark out of his will.

If it weren't for Mark's rush.

Maybe I will really stay.

Mark looked at the group of Flash gangs with hypocritical smiles on their faces and smiled coldly in their hearts.

It doesn't matter if the future is long.

When I remembered, Mark was sure to stay here for a month or two.

But it won't work now.

Mark and the wheat next to him nodded.

The five-pointed star array on the ground lit up.

A harsh light filled the entire cutting-edge laboratory.

Wait until the light disappears.

Mark and Maizi have long disappeared into the pentagram!

Half a month later.

Under the quiet night.

A 70s-out blue car whistled over the intercontinental highway to Pennsylvania.

With a bang.

The blue car that had no heads bounced a little.

The engine looks like an old smoker who coughs too much and dies at any time.

Mark, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said helplessly: "So this is the best car you can find?"

Maizi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said: "You have to be quick and not attract attention. This one is the most suitable, and the most important thing is that he likes the eyes."

Mark was speechless.

This broken car is obviously even more broken than the bumblebee that has not awakened.

At least when driving the bumblebee, Mark was not worried that the bumblebee would inexplicably ignite in the next second.

After more than half a month of searching.

Mark's Angel Wings also have a whereabouts.

wrong.

It was half a month ago when he left the Tip Laboratory and Mark discovered the whereabouts of his angel wings.

But it's a pity.

The wings of the angel are not in the world.

In the underworld.

To be precise, it is in the illusory underworld established by this group of lower-level pseudo-gods.

Mark pressed the car's radio a few times.

Don't make a sound.

Mark looked at Maizi and said, "Say again why can't you blast open the gate of the underworld here?"

Maizi shook her head and said, "I can, but once I blast open the gate of the underworld here, Hades's eyes will fall here instantly."

Mark sighed.

What did you think?

Throw the wings of the angel into the underworld?

Doesn’t this add difficulty to yourself?

In order to find a way to go to the underworld without violence, Mark has been chasing a guy with wheat for a full twenty days.

I had already been chasing me to a mental hospital.

As a result, Mark and wheat arrived.

But that guy left a bunch of messes and ran away.

Yes.

Constantine!

What Mark wanted to look for was Constantine who used the demons in the underworld as monkeys to play with the city of Hell Detective.

Constantine masters endless black magic to open the door to the underworld.

Wheat is actually OK.

But in wheat words.

Once Maizi uses his own blood to outline the teleportation array, the Hades, who was taken away by Mark's hometown, will immediately sense it.

Therefore.

I can only find an indigenous person to help.

There is no doubt.

Constantine is the perfect indigenous candidate.
To be continued...