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Chapter 295: Death of the Demigod Demon
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The harsh Pocket Dimension was currently a scene of doomsday.
The ground was cracking wildly, shattering into irregular shapes and continuing to collapse at an astonishing rate. The acid rain from the sky ceased to fall; instead, magma from the underground core erupted violently, filling the air throughout the dimension with pungent, toxic substances.
These toxins were lethal to Mortals.
They also had a huge impact on the Demonic Mutants; after a short time in this dimension, the vast majority of them would die.
This small dimension, which had existed for many years, had reached the end of its life. Its destruction was only a matter of time.
And the master of this dimension, Azazel, lay gravely injured on the ground. He let his blood flow freely, unable to even lift a single finger.
With two Demigods, Tony and Dormammu, taking action, Azazel had nowhere to run.
Despite being a master of Spatial Abilities, he was confined to this small area, forced into a defensive battle.
He was covered in wounds, with large sections of bone exposed. Blood flowed like a river.
"Enough! I surrender!" Azazel gasped, shouting, "I will obey your command! I submit to you!"
"Too late. I already told you I changed my mind." Tony stomped on Azazel's head, crushing it like a watermelon. It burst with a splat, creating a truly graphic scene.
Azazel, an Old Monster thousands of years old and the Mutant most likely to rule Earth after Apocalypse, had been killed by Tony.
The other Demonic Mutants had also been slaughtered by the Insecticons. With mindsets and combat styles stuck in the past millennia, they were no match for the astonishingly durable Insecticons.
Only two hundred of these powerful Demons remained. Like a flock of chicks, they were completely surrounded by the Insecticons, each of them covered in wounds, their faces filled with terror.
Many more had already become cold corpses; severed limbs and mangled bodies were strewn everywhere.
The Insecticons didn't hold back. Any one of their attacks could pulp a Demon's body.
"The living will come with me. As for the dead... leave their bodies here to be buried along with this world."
Tony looked coldly at the survivors, impassively retracting his earlier words about 'studying the corpses,' and ordered the remaining ones to get moving.
The remaining Demons breathed a sigh of relief, but as they looked around, a sense of sorrow was unavoidable.
Of all the Demons who had come to conquer Earth, they were the only ones left.
Even when they were defeated by the Angelic Mutants thousands of years ago, they were only driven away. They had never suffered such a miserable fate, coming so close to extinction.
"You should be grateful. I could have annihilated you, but I gave you a chance to live," Tony said with a cold smile, looking at the terrified Demons.
Just moments ago, this bunch had been clamoring to kill Tony. But in the face of blood and corpses, every one of them had become as docile as a lamb.
The sight of Azazel's corpse lying there, in particular, filled them with immense fear.
As expected, no matter where you go, strength is what decides everything.
Poor Zach, like a frightened quail, shrank back into the crowd with his head down. He trembled as he watched Tony, who seemed like the Grim Reaper himself, his eyes filled with profound dread.
Tony's cruel and cold-blooded methods had left a deep impression not only on Zach, but on everyone else—an impression that would be impossible to erase for the rest of their lives.
Dormammu watched Tony from the side, muttering to himself, but Tony seemed to hear him. The latter shot him a fierce glare, and Dormammu promptly shut his mouth.
Even someone as proud as Dormammu had to admit that Tony—this thief he had scorned not long ago—was maturing at an astonishing rate.
From his methods to his mentality, he was becoming more and more like a proper Guardian.
Although becoming the Sorcerer Supreme wasn't Tony's ultimate goal—he longed to build his own planet and roam the Universe.
The dimension's collapse intensified. Spatial Rifts began to appear everywhere with increasing frequency, and the power of Space-time grew chaotic, spreading wildly from the edges of the landmass. It was a scene straight out of the End of the World.
Even if this world was laughably small, it was still the End of the World. If Tony were caught in it, he'd be finished unless he used the power of the Time Stone.
"Let's go. Get out of here."
Tony said in a low voice. Dormammu followed silently behind him. The Insecticons, each carrying several Mutants, flew out of the dimension after Tony with a great buzzing sound.
Azazel, along with the other beings who had once run rampant, were now just corpses, destined to be annihilated forever in the explosion along with this dimension.
For now, Earth's greatest malignancies had been more or less cleaned up.
The greatest threat, Dormammu, had become his servant, and Azazel's lurking true form had been killed by Tony. A large portion of the external threats had been eliminated.
Next, he just had to wait peacefully for the arrival of the Kryptonians or the Chitauri, who would open the door to new horizons for the people of Earth.
Of course, during this time, Tony would also try his hand at building a planet.
Even if this so-called 'planet' turned out to be nothing more than a large asteroid, it would be enough to bring Tony joy and satisfaction.
Some Cybertronians would also gradually appear and continuously expand the surface area of the nascent planet.
This was a brand new beginning, one with an unknown future.
The Universe was fraught with peril. Even Cybertron, in its golden age, had to face all sorts of enemies.
Tony could easily have stayed on Earth—after all, it was the center of numerous major events—but if he did, he could forget about ever having his own planet in this lifetime.
Building his own planet was an obsession Tony had held for many years. If he was destined to be weak his whole life or get killed halfway through, he would have let it go. But now that he had the chance, he wouldn't pass it up.
To this end, Tony spared no effort in training Doctor Strange, hoping he would mature as quickly as possible and take on the responsibilities of the Sorcerer Supreme.
That way, Tony could relieve himself of a heavy burden—the responsibility for the rise and fall of a civilization was simply too great.
The Portal expanded rapidly. Tony led his people into the Dark Dimension, casually found a relatively intact planet, and dumped the two hundred Demonic Mutants on it.
"From now on, you will all live here. This planet, and the neighboring ones, are yours to do with as you please. If you behave, I won't mind bringing you back to Earth."
Tony casually pointed at Zach, whose expression was complicated. "You, what's your name? Never mind, it's not important. From now on, you are in charge of these two hundred people. If anything goes wrong, you'll be the first one I come looking for."
Zach shuddered. Not daring to look up, he humbly bowed his head and said in a trembling voice, "I will obey your will, my lord."
Tony gave a noncommittal nod.
To be honest, the loyalty of these Demons was hardly reassuring. Tony even began to consider that he, too, should research some method of Soul Manipulation.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The harsh Pocket Dimension was currently a scene of doomsday.
The ground was cracking wildly, shattering into irregular shapes and continuing to collapse at an astonishing rate. The acid rain from the sky ceased to fall; instead, magma from the underground core erupted violently, filling the air throughout the dimension with pungent, toxic substances.
These toxins were lethal to Mortals.
They also had a huge impact on the Demonic Mutants; after a short time in this dimension, the vast majority of them would die.
This small dimension, which had existed for many years, had reached the end of its life. Its destruction was only a matter of time.
And the master of this dimension, Azazel, lay gravely injured on the ground. He let his blood flow freely, unable to even lift a single finger.
With two Demigods, Tony and Dormammu, taking action, Azazel had nowhere to run.
Despite being a master of Spatial Abilities, he was confined to this small area, forced into a defensive battle.
He was covered in wounds, with large sections of bone exposed. Blood flowed like a river.
"Enough! I surrender!" Azazel gasped, shouting, "I will obey your command! I submit to you!"
"Too late. I already told you I changed my mind." Tony stomped on Azazel's head, crushing it like a watermelon. It burst with a splat, creating a truly graphic scene.
Azazel, an Old Monster thousands of years old and the Mutant most likely to rule Earth after Apocalypse, had been killed by Tony.
The other Demonic Mutants had also been slaughtered by the Insecticons. With mindsets and combat styles stuck in the past millennia, they were no match for the astonishingly durable Insecticons.
Only two hundred of these powerful Demons remained. Like a flock of chicks, they were completely surrounded by the Insecticons, each of them covered in wounds, their faces filled with terror.
Many more had already become cold corpses; severed limbs and mangled bodies were strewn everywhere.
The Insecticons didn't hold back. Any one of their attacks could pulp a Demon's body.
"The living will come with me. As for the dead... leave their bodies here to be buried along with this world."
Tony looked coldly at the survivors, impassively retracting his earlier words about 'studying the corpses,' and ordered the remaining ones to get moving.
The remaining Demons breathed a sigh of relief, but as they looked around, a sense of sorrow was unavoidable.
Of all the Demons who had come to conquer Earth, they were the only ones left.
Even when they were defeated by the Angelic Mutants thousands of years ago, they were only driven away. They had never suffered such a miserable fate, coming so close to extinction.
"You should be grateful. I could have annihilated you, but I gave you a chance to live," Tony said with a cold smile, looking at the terrified Demons.
Just moments ago, this bunch had been clamoring to kill Tony. But in the face of blood and corpses, every one of them had become as docile as a lamb.
The sight of Azazel's corpse lying there, in particular, filled them with immense fear.
As expected, no matter where you go, strength is what decides everything.
Poor Zach, like a frightened quail, shrank back into the crowd with his head down. He trembled as he watched Tony, who seemed like the Grim Reaper himself, his eyes filled with profound dread.
Tony's cruel and cold-blooded methods had left a deep impression not only on Zach, but on everyone else—an impression that would be impossible to erase for the rest of their lives.
Dormammu watched Tony from the side, muttering to himself, but Tony seemed to hear him. The latter shot him a fierce glare, and Dormammu promptly shut his mouth.
Even someone as proud as Dormammu had to admit that Tony—this thief he had scorned not long ago—was maturing at an astonishing rate.
From his methods to his mentality, he was becoming more and more like a proper Guardian.
Although becoming the Sorcerer Supreme wasn't Tony's ultimate goal—he longed to build his own planet and roam the Universe.
The dimension's collapse intensified. Spatial Rifts began to appear everywhere with increasing frequency, and the power of Space-time grew chaotic, spreading wildly from the edges of the landmass. It was a scene straight out of the End of the World.
Even if this world was laughably small, it was still the End of the World. If Tony were caught in it, he'd be finished unless he used the power of the Time Stone.
"Let's go. Get out of here."
Tony said in a low voice. Dormammu followed silently behind him. The Insecticons, each carrying several Mutants, flew out of the dimension after Tony with a great buzzing sound.
Azazel, along with the other beings who had once run rampant, were now just corpses, destined to be annihilated forever in the explosion along with this dimension.
For now, Earth's greatest malignancies had been more or less cleaned up.
The greatest threat, Dormammu, had become his servant, and Azazel's lurking true form had been killed by Tony. A large portion of the external threats had been eliminated.
Next, he just had to wait peacefully for the arrival of the Kryptonians or the Chitauri, who would open the door to new horizons for the people of Earth.
Of course, during this time, Tony would also try his hand at building a planet.
Even if this so-called 'planet' turned out to be nothing more than a large asteroid, it would be enough to bring Tony joy and satisfaction.
Some Cybertronians would also gradually appear and continuously expand the surface area of the nascent planet.
This was a brand new beginning, one with an unknown future.
The Universe was fraught with peril. Even Cybertron, in its golden age, had to face all sorts of enemies.
Tony could easily have stayed on Earth—after all, it was the center of numerous major events—but if he did, he could forget about ever having his own planet in this lifetime.
Building his own planet was an obsession Tony had held for many years. If he was destined to be weak his whole life or get killed halfway through, he would have let it go. But now that he had the chance, he wouldn't pass it up.
To this end, Tony spared no effort in training Doctor Strange, hoping he would mature as quickly as possible and take on the responsibilities of the Sorcerer Supreme.
That way, Tony could relieve himself of a heavy burden—the responsibility for the rise and fall of a civilization was simply too great.
The Portal expanded rapidly. Tony led his people into the Dark Dimension, casually found a relatively intact planet, and dumped the two hundred Demonic Mutants on it.
"From now on, you will all live here. This planet, and the neighboring ones, are yours to do with as you please. If you behave, I won't mind bringing you back to Earth."
Tony casually pointed at Zach, whose expression was complicated. "You, what's your name? Never mind, it's not important. From now on, you are in charge of these two hundred people. If anything goes wrong, you'll be the first one I come looking for."
Zach shuddered. Not daring to look up, he humbly bowed his head and said in a trembling voice, "I will obey your will, my lord."
Tony gave a noncommittal nod.
To be honest, the loyalty of these Demons was hardly reassuring. Tony even began to consider that he, too, should research some method of Soul Manipulation.
(end of chapter)
