After the summer, the nights in New York begin to get a little cooler. When the clear sky during the day is shrouded in night, the starry sky becomes extra bright. Between the twinkling stars, the brilliance of thousands of aircrafts is like a boiling sea tide, rushing towards the earth.
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Steve put down his shield, looked at the seemingly endless mechanical creations in the sky, and swallowed.
To be honest, he didn't expect Stark to take on such a form. He thought that the magic reactor would only create a large Iron Man at best.
The night sky in New York was gradually obscured, and the mechanical creations in the sky were denser than the layers of dark clouds when a storm was about to come. The shuttle-moving machines were like huge schools of fish, sweeping toward the battlefield.
When Peter jumped from the air, an aircraft flew past him and he whispered: "This should be the 23rd generation. It is more flexible than before, and the airflow is smaller..."
Countless shuttle robots passed by him, and Peter's hair was blown up by the air current. He raised his head and looked up, as if he could feel Stark watching here.
Peter stood on the roof of a tall building, with the wind howling around him. He couldn't help but reach out his hand. The devil in the sky responded to his call. A storm composed of metal parts descended, and countless parts rotated and gathered from the sky.
Those parts surrounded Peter's spider suit and slowly covered his body. Peter was lifted up by them and flew into the air. With the "click" sound of the parts snapping together, pieces of armor flashed like fish scales.
Suddenly, the metal joints on his back stretched out layer by layer, lifting Peter's body up. When he stood up, a huge steel spider appeared in the sky over New York.
At the same time, Steve was also strengthened. The mechanical parts formed a huge hand cannon on his arm that was not holding a shield. Steve waved his hand, and a violent light wave shot towards the rioting tentacles, and the darkness
The tentacles made of energy were washed away like waves, and Steve shouted: "Effective attack! Continue!"
Peter then jumped up, his arthropods shining with magic light cut through the curtain of darkness, and his armor-covered fists staggered the riot.
The armor condensed on Spider-Man and Captain America comes from Stark's magic reactor. Therefore, it can cause effective damage to the chaotic power of the riot, instead of being in vain and ineffective like the previous physical attacks.
Close.
Other heroes on the battlefield also received similar enhancements. In addition, Stark's mechanical army began to become more and more flexible. The riots were almost retreating, and the power of chaos was suppressed to a range of about ten meters around him.
As the wind became louder, a huge white figure appeared in the sky above the earth, but it was not Iron Man, or rather, it was an aggregate of Iron Demons composed of countless aircraft.
Countless fortress-like mechanical nests filled the entire night sky. With the roar of machinery, endless mechanical creations poured out of the fortress nests, forming a huge white demon.
It is no longer an individual mecha, but an aggregate of thousands of machines. Even with Peter's eyesight, he cannot fully see the process of self-replication, production and transformation of those machines.
When Stark's wisdom is made into reality by magic, people can intuitively feel the power of the endless wisdom. When he is finally no longer trapped in the fragile human body and his thoughts are infinitely liberated,
Stark sees the truth about the multiverse.
He saw that the universe in front of him turned into colorful glass beads, rolling on the ground. Each glass bead contained countless tiny single universes.
He could even see that he in those universes was thinking in front of the experimental bench, or flying over New York in a mecha. Their lives, fates and endings turned into streamers of light and were stored in the steel-condensed consciousness.
This kind of vision only lasted for a short moment. Stark felt that the magical energy in his chest was being consumed faster than he imagined, which forced him to suppress his curiosity and return his gaze to the earth.
With the return of Stark's thinking, fleets no longer spread blindly and infinitely, but are replaced by artificial design, screening, and upgrades. Countless mechanical fortresses are merged and assembled. On the mechanical production line, the sub-units of various fleets are replaced in a short period of time.
Several iterations are completed within seconds.
Nick Fury walked out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. office and looked up at the sky. He couldn't help but curse, because the earth had been completely enveloped by Stark's mechanical army.
In Asgard's Asgard, Loki stood beside Odin, and Strange stood beside the Ancient One. When the roar of machinery resounded to Asgard, Serato came from the red vortex.
Ke's voice: "He has been promoted...became...the only one..."
Nothing that happens in the Nine Kingdoms can be hidden from the eyes of the Father of the Gods. Odin saw Stark coming in the form of the Iron Demon God and felt his power to break through the barriers of the single universe at that moment.
Mephisto also said: "...Is that the deposit we submitted before?"
"Human beings are indeed a race with unlimited potential. They can actually use this power to break through the barriers of the universe and upgrade themselves to the only one..."
At this time, the cosmic demons in the Immortal Palace all had their own concerns. Obviously, they did not expect that humans really had the power to face Nar, which calmed down many of the demons who were about to make a move.
"Okay..." Gu Yi's slightly indifferent voice sounded. He turned back and glanced at Strange, and then said: "Everyone is on his way."
Streams of light of different colors flew out of Asgard's fairy palace, entered various dimensions, and then began to absorb the surging chaotic power of the universe into their own bodies.
Ancient One and Odin both picked a good position for themselves, and everything went smoothly at first. Just as they expected, in order to be able to control the riot, Gnar began to continuously transfer his power through the opened channels.
come over.
But soon, things developed beyond everyone's expectations.
In the sky over Greenwich Village, Peter was having a violent collision with each other, when he heard a familiar voice: "Good evening."
When Peter turned around, he looked at Schiller and said in surprise: "Doctor, why are you here? This is very dangerous!"
"It's okay, I just came over to take a look."
Just when Peter was about to speak, the huge Dr. Lizard jumped over and said to Peter: "Go and cooperate with the flaming skull, leave it to me here."
Peter glanced at Schiller with some worry, but seeing his calm expression, he left anyway.
Schiller said to Hui Wu in his heart: "Is this distance enough? Can he find you?"
"A little closer."
As a result, Schiller flashed to a building closer to the riot, and his whole person was enveloped in the power of chaos surrounding the riot.
Steve, who was on the rooftop a little further away, was using his shield to fight back the tentacles that were constantly dancing. At this moment, he saw the Riot body in the air suddenly stiffened.
Then, layers upon layers of black tide surged out, a riot roared, and he went crazy.
The countless tentacles, wrapped in the rich dark power, began to sweep across without scruples. All the buildings in the area where he was located were disintegrated into powder by the power.
Schiller had turned into a gray mist, floating very close to the riot, but perhaps because he was too close, the riot went crazy for a long time before he realized that what he was looking for was at his feet.
When Riot cast his gaze over, Schiller suddenly disappeared. Riot was stunned, and Nar, who controlled Riot to invade the earth on the distant planet Klinta, was also stunned.
Suddenly, Schiller appeared from another direction. Riot turned around and found Schiller waving to him. Gnar's angry roar came from the deep space of the universe. He thought the insect was playing tricks on him.
Of course, Gnar recognized the gray mist on Schiller's body, which was the special symbiote that suddenly disappeared. It was the brainchild of his being imprisoned for thousands of years, and it was his hope to break out of the prison.
Riot reached out to slap him, but when his palm with the power of chaos fell, Schiller disappeared again.
The signal transmitted from the special symbiont made Gnar become more and more impatient. What he wanted was now right under his nose, and he could catch it with just a wave of his hand. However, after Riot tried several times, no matter how hard he wanted it, he could get it with a wave of his hand.
Whether he attacks with his body or sweeps with his tentacles, Schiller always appears, disappears, and reappears. None of these attacks can cause harm to him.
Gnar was surprisingly angry. His brain filled with chaos prevented him from thinking. The current situation was caused by him adding special abilities to the gray mist.
Gnar's purpose in creating the gray mist was to escape from prison. The reason why he chose the form of mist was to give the symbiote excellent speed and the ability to be unable to be attacked by enemies.
As a result, now, he himself cannot attack the symbiote.
If Gnar's true form comes now, he can still attack with the Black Death Sword. This sword is the weakness of all symbionts and can cause effective damage to them.
But now, Gnar is still trapped in the depths of Klinta. He is like a player who uses a controller to control a game character. Even if his real body is a fighting champion and a swordsman, it will not affect him on the screen at all.
I can't catch a tiny insect.
At this moment, Stark, the deus ex machina, also started to take action. Countless fleets of machines over the earth took turns entering the scene. The mechanical fortress shining with magic was overloaded. The huge mechanical army beyond anyone's imagination was like an endless Zerg.
, wrapping up the riot.
Perhaps influenced by Schiller's suggestion, Iron Demon Stark is not a complete individual, but an aggregated consciousness composed of countless fleets. This gives him an extra-dimensional perspective that can accurately identify every component.
It can also serve as a brood consciousness to lead an army of machines.
For the chaos riot controlled by Gnar, the machinery seemed to have little effect. The initial situation was indeed like this. The fleet that was the first to approach Chaos was quickly corroded by the power of Chaos, and its components began to age rapidly and
Decayed, but only the second batch of aircraft following them possessed Chaos Resistance.
The third batch of aircraft groups increased their speed in response to the tentacles, and could flexibly shuttle between the waving tentacles, rushing directly to the faces of the rioters to explode. The fourth batch of aircraft groups extended the characteristics of freezing, although they were unable to deal with chaos.
The force has an impact, but through thousands of machines triggering freezing explosions, the rioting entity can hardly move.
After several tentative attacks, the real mechanical craze came. Riot faced an all-round attack with no blind spots. Machines of various shapes were like a giant mouth of the abyss, completely wrapping Riot and his dark energy.
After the demon gods took action, Gnar found that his power to control the riots was getting weaker and weaker, while the Iron Demon Stark became stronger and stronger.
But the thing Gnar was looking for was close at hand, and he began to become more and more impatient. His anxiety and irritability ignited his chaotic creature nature, and he began to desperately export power to the earth.
When Nar's anger grew further, Schiller returned to his human form and evacuated to a slightly farther place.
Then, he opened the chat system, pulled down without hesitation, found Gnar's avatar, clicked on the chat interface, and after confirming the connection, Gnar, who was far away on the Clinta star in Andromeda, heard that familiar voice:
