Stark's attack method is mainly radioactive attack based on high-energy physics. Although he occasionally ends up in person and plays with fists and feet, it is not the right way for him.

Why do you have to fight with a beam of light? This is illogical and does not conform to his image as a civilized person. Of course, there may be some of his boxing skills that are really not up to the table, but overall, he still believes more in the truth that guns and cannons are better than fists.

However, the situation in front of him was that his truth could not work for Smith and Zhou. Even though he had tried all his best, no place where he could put a cannon barrel was missing, but it was as if he was taking out all his skills just to make a joke. His Jedi counterattack and his desperate attempt only released dazzling fireworks in the air, and the strength of the attack was better than nothing.

This is not an internal problem. I know my body and have made such a decision. No matter how much I say, he will not fire such a squint. If I really talk about the reason, I am afraid that the change in the external environment is the key to the problem.

After seeing Smith Zhou's previous methods, he would not doubt whether he had the ability to do this. Others may not have this ability, but for Smith Zhou, who can rewrite the basic rules, it was really not difficult. As expected, after he carefully scanned the surrounding environment, he immediately found that many components in the air had essential changes in refractive index and heat expansion. This change caused his beam weapon to consume a lot of power in the middle before it attacked the target. Even if it finally fell on Smith Zhou, it could not have a slight impact reaction through conventional heat expansion.

The result was like a big firework, which was full of drama and mockery for him. Faced with such a situation, while he was full of humiliation and reluctance in his heart, he immediately realized such a problem.

My plans are probably not going to work, and if so, suicide will become the best choice. Splashing blood on Smith Zhou, making him realize that he has no way to know everything he is planning. Perhaps this will help him eliminate that terrible malice?

This may be even more tiny, but Stark felt that he had to try it out anyway. And just as he was about to do it himself and inserted his arm covered with armor straight into his heart, the voice from Smith Zhou was already conveyed to his ears at this time.

"Tony Stark, do you think you can end it all with death? You are too naive. Death is not the end. I can completely pull you back from death. Even if you don't want to be reborn, I can still imprison your soul and let you take this scene from beginning to end. You can't escape all this, so wouldn't it be better to change your thoughts and try to stop me?"

"And that's what you want, right? Watching me struggle in vain makes me just watch everything happen according to your script?"

Stark knew what kind of ghost idea Smith Zhou was using, and the reason why he would rather die was here. Smith Zhou had enough ability to make him work hard to become nothing, and he could only watch everything happening. It felt so bad.

At this moment, he could only accuse him with grief and anger, "I can't let my child become a toy in your hands!"

"No, Stark, it should be up to you."

Faced with the accusation, Smith Zhou was willing to accept it. However, he took good care of Stark's emotions. After all, it was not necessarily a good thing for him to make Stark too pessimistic. So he immediately said to him.

"Try to think about it. If you do nothing, then he will become the protagonist of my drama and a tragic character like Hamlet as I imagined. But if you do something, I mean you can give me a little unexpected surprise like you did just now, maybe you have a chance to change everything?"

This was thrown away a fragrant bait, and even though he knew there was a hook in the bait, Stark still had to choose to swallow the bait.

He had no other hope. Even if the hope in front of him was a cake that Smith Zhou Ping clearly drew for him, it was a trap, and he had to get in.

"You're right, I have to stop it, I have to let Frank escape from your clutches. This is what I have to do, even if I bet on everything I can give."

As if he was hypnotizing himself, flames began to flash in Stark's eyes. This was the look of trapped beasts fighting, the feeling of people in desperate situations trying to seize hope. Smith Zhou was very happy that he could arouse his fighting spirit, but he also understood that making Stark do whatever he wanted without limit would make this drama beyond control.

If you want to talk about the most troublesome person in the world, there must be Stark. If you don’t make any restrictions on him and let him participate in a carefully arranged game, the final result must be very surprising. Smith Zhou does not reject such surprises, but he does not want this surprise to turn into a fright. Therefore, facing Stark, who has decided to give it a try, a sneer suddenly appeared on his face.

"Yes, you will bet on everything and try everything possible to destroy my plan. But I will not let you destroy it so easily. I will put a chain on you and put the strongest shackles. I will let you know that you should stop things that should not happen, but you will not be able to stop them. First, the first step is to deprive you of your words!"

"You will have no words to speak, the son of Howard Stark!"

Just like a statement, but it seemed like a curse was put on. Stark suddenly felt a tingling pain in his throat, and then his tongue was so numb that he had no sense of consciousness.

He wanted to question what Smith Zhou had done to him, but all he made from his mouth was a vague whine. It was as if his dexterous and habitual tongue was no longer there. He had completely lost the ability to speak,

This loss of important senses in the body shocked Stark. He never expected that Smith Zhou had such a strange way. What worries him the most was that this was just the beginning.

Of course this is just the beginning. Smith Zhou arranged a tragic stage after all, and he certainly could not allow one of the important characters on this stage to be affected only by such a small amount of influence. Depriving him of his words is just to prevent him from talking about these plans. Without words, it does not mean that he really cannot reveal all this. So the next step should be

"Tony Stark, you will not be able to read the text and make words!"

A strange sense of peeling made Stark subconsciously realize something. He quickly searched around and judged from places where words might exist. But when he searched for the target he wanted, the answer was shocked and incredible.

He found those words, but he had no way of distinguishing the meaning of these words. Although there may indeed be some special words that belong to the type that ordinary people cannot recognize, he is sure that such words consist of only five or six letters, and the words printed on porcelain would be of this type.

And if he thought about it carefully, he even forgot all the spelling methods of word. Although he could barely recognize the most basic things like abcd, in addition to this, he could not even spell his own name.

"What evil magic is this?"

He was roaring wildly in his heart, and he could not speak, except for whimpering, but he could no longer express any dissatisfaction with Smith Zhou.

There is no doubt that this is a more vicious trick. If you lose your language, you just can't speak it simply. As long as you find an acquaintance and write down what you want to say, communication will not be a problem.

However, now, even writing is impossible, which almost cuts off all the possibility of communicating with outsiders. Even if there are some abstract abilities that can help him contact the outside world, this ability is no longer so easy to obtain.

Stark was anxious. He had imagined the difficulties he had to face in this situation. And this was still not all Smith Zhou had prepared for him.

In front of Stark, he stretched out his hand, and what was lingered in his hand was the misty light he released at the beginning. Compared with the previous form, the dense ball of thread was obviously much less. This made it look a little sparse, but Stark did not dare to underestimate the existence of this light at all.

He had already verified the magic of this spell with his own eyes, and no matter how stupid a person was, he would not have underestimated it at this time. So his eyes were full of fear.

Smith Zhou saw this fear and immediately laughed at Stark.

"You are very afraid of this power, right? That's right. After seeing its power, you have no reason not to be afraid. In spells, this is an existence, and even if it is the traitor of Ancient One, she only knows the essence of this spell. Mediating the creation, which truly symbolizes the mystery of magical spells, is to master the power of creation and changing all things. Some people foolishly think that this is just used to change the form of matter, which is simply foolish. No matter how much the form of matter is changed, it is ultimately constructed from the same foundation. Changing these is meaningless. Only by changing the most basic can the magic of this spell be truly exerted."

"Did you see these threads? They are the most basic beings that make up the world. In the East, they are called fate, cause and effect, and in the West, they are called fate. And you scientific community have also guessed its existence and gave it a cosmic string. Although it is just a theory for you, it is undeniable that you have come into contact with the true truth."

"The mystery of spells is to look at everything in the world from a higher perspective, and if you see everything from this theory of fate, everything is not unchangeable. This is why you cannot understand its roots, because your perspective has not reached that level of higher dimensions. Of course, this power is not endless. Just like the beams and pillars that make up a building, it is useless to simply change the structure of a building, just changing one or two beams and pillars is not effective. Here, I have to say, Tony Stark, your influence on this world is indeed very special."

"I can only master so many fates at one time, and just depriving you of such a small amount of abilities is already consumed! Look at the number of them, maybe it is only enough to put a layer of shackles on you. What kind of shackles should be suitable? Let me think about it."

Speaking of this, his smile began to become very malicious. That feeling seemed to Stark as if some crazy prank had really reached its climax.

This is not an illusion, but it is indeed the case. Because at this time, Smith Zhou still revealed his most evil thoughts to him.

"Well, then that's it. Tony Stark, you will completely lose all the impressions about your son, Frank Stark. You will forget his face, his voice, and you will never remember it again!"

"No, no, no, no," Stark roared in his heart, as if he was crazy, trying to grab Smith Zhou's hand, trying to stop the fate of his hands. However, it was too late for him. Because at this time, the blankness of his brain had swallowed him like a tide. Frank's voice echoed in his ears, and Frank's appearance appeared in front of him, everything was vivid in his mind, and then, everything was like a bubble, completely shattered in front of him.

He lost them, even though he tried hard to remember and to imprint these things that had just echoed in his brain in his heart, he still lost them. It was completely and empty. All memories had been covered with blank scars.

Whether it was his baby curled up in his arms or his gradual growth, his expression and color as if he was a little adult, were already depicted as blank in his brain.

He still remembers Frank, his son, and how deep he had feelings for him. But he couldn't remember what he looked like, and it was a huge joke to remember whether he called him.

The pain, confusion and the feeling of being hollowed out in his heart made Stark kneel down dejectedly. Looking at his lost look, Smith Zhou shook his empty hand and then smiled grimly and picked him up.

"Everything is ready, and the curtain will be opened soon. Stark, I'm looking forward to the finale, I'm looking forward to how much you can make. However, there is one more thing that there is no place for you to appear in the script now, so go to a faraway place to struggle. Go to the depths of the starry sky and find your way home."

"Don't worry, I will not let you forget everything you have in this world. The last kindness I give you is that when you are in a dream, you will recall their existence! But remember, there will not be too much time left for you! Your destiny and your son's destiny are all in your hands and the game begins!"
Chapter completed!