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Chapter 510: Bullshit
Tony's expression was dark. Like a Demon God, he carried an overwhelmingly oppressive aura as he suddenly returned to Earth, crossing a vast distance.
A familiar black robe billowed without any wind. Every step he took, though landing softly on the ground, seemed to trample on the heart of every person present.
His tightly furrowed brow made the heart of anyone who looked at him pound with fear.
"See? Lord Dormammu didn't hide anything from you. I just knew that old bastard Mongul was hatching some foul plan."
"But Lord Dormammu is incomparably wise and didn't even bother with Mongul's invitation..."
Dormammu followed closely behind Tony, chattering incessantly until Tony turned around and smashed a fist into his head to shut him up.
A flash of anger appeared in Dormammu's eyes, but he had no choice but to close his mouth.
"Tony?"
"He's back?"
"That man is back!"
The entire Earth seemed to fall silent for a moment before erupting into a clamor of shock, excitement, and cheers.
The closer people were to disaster, the more they reminisced about the security of the past.
Just look at what happened when Tony wasn't on Earth. Last time, Atlantis flooded the land, and tens of millions of people lost their lives.
This time, Warworld arrived and directly wiped out Coast City, killing seven million.
Tony Stark blasted an enemy away with one hand and quickly arrived in front of the other Tony, his voice filled with pleasant surprise. "Buddy, I haven't seen you in two months. I've really missed you."
"Tony, you look like a wreck," Tony replied, glancing at the new suit of armor. "Got dismantled again?"
"No, no, this was an accident," Tony Stark said.
Pain showed in Stephen's eyes. "I'm sorry, Tony, I..."
"No need to apologize, Stephen. You've already done what you were supposed to."
Tony turned his head to look at Mongul, who was tangled up with Superman, and the Killing Intent in his eyes surged.
Mongul's face had already changed drastically. His burly body erupted with immense strength, knocking Superman down as he leaped up, intending to return to Warworld.
"Trying to run?" Tony sneered, reaching out a hand. A powerful, invisible force brutally seized Mongul and yanked him back down.
"Tony, you are no longer the guardian of this planet. But since you've returned, I'm willing to withdraw and give it back to you."
A trace of fear flashed in Mongul's eyes as he spoke with a cold expression.
An unlucky slave, sent flying by Captain America, crashed near Mongul, who simply reached out and crushed his head.
"Good. I've taken a liking to your planet, too. Give me Warworld, and I'll spare your worthless life."
Tony reached out his hand and clenched his fist slightly. All the slaves present were instantly corroded by countless Allspark particles, their life force stripped away. They fell to their knees, screaming in agony as they turned into dried corpses.
So, Mongul kills his underlings to vent his temper? Fine. I'll just give you a hand and kill them all.
Mongul's face darkened. "That's impossible. Warworld is mine."
"Then there's no other way. I'll just have to kill you and take your planet afterward." Tony instantly appeared before Mongul and sneered, "The Vengeful Spirits of seven million people are smiling at you."
This time, even though Tony had already left Earth, seeing such a tragic scene still ignited a fire in his heart.
The incident with Atlantis could at least be considered a civil war among Earthlings, a conflict between the people of the sea and the people of the land.
But what Mongul and Cyborg Superman had done was no different from the Chitauri. They were aliens.
And Tony's way of dealing with aliens was always simple and brutal: kill.
Kill them all, and everything would be fine.
Kill every last one, and there would be no more pointless conflicts or compromises.
As thousands of slaves instantly withered into dried corpses, Tony locked his gaze on Mongul, his eyes filled with a grim light brimming with Killing Intent.
That supremely noble gaze, like a Demon God looking down on an ant, struck fear into Mongul's heart. But what rose even stronger was a sense of humiliation.
He had rampaged across the universe for countless years, using Warworld to destroy innumerable planets and capture endless slaves to be thrown into arenas to fight for his amusement.
No one had ever looked at him like this before.
So what if it was a few million people?! Was that a lot?!
Mongul immediately took control of Warworld. Countless lights appeared as all of Warworld's cannons gathered and aimed at Earth.
"Don't think you've won! I don't care what others think of you. If you insist on making an enemy of me, Mongul, you will die! And this planet will be buried with you!"
A savage expression appeared on Mongul's face. The moment Tony appeared, Mongul's heart had sunk, and he had immediately ordered Warworld to begin charging its weapons. By now, the charge was complete.
Who in the universe didn't know Tony's name? Who didn't know about Tony's peculiar ability of Mechanical Control?
Mongul had been guarding against this. He immediately gave the order to fire, attempting to bathe Earth in blood.
But Tony just watched him with a cold smile. Just as the countless massive energy cannons were about to unleash their beams, they abruptly stopped.
It was as if something had plugged the muzzles of the cannons, and they instantly fell silent.
"You underestimated my ability. The moment I appeared, Warworld no longer belonged to you," Tony said with a cold smile, controlling the cannons and aiming them at the pale-faced Mongul.
"How could this be..." Mongul was both shocked and furious.
"How can you be so strong? Haven't you always relied on external power to defeat one enemy after another?!!"
"Idiot."
Tony sneered. The next second, he vanished. The air, compressed by terrifying force, erupted in a violent sonic boom. Tony appeared in front of Mongul and brutally thrust his fingers toward Mongul's eyes.
Mongul's eyes were red. With all his might, he let out a low roar. The muscles all over his body bulged, some of his blood vessels bursting as he raised his hands to block Tony.
But Tony was faster. He kicked Mongul in the chest, the immense force sending him flying.
"Pay for it with your life." Tony stomped on Mongul, then plunged two fingers into his eyes and viciously tore them out.
Blood splattered everywhere. In front of countless people, Tony gouged out Mongul's eyes.
Mongul let out a miserable scream, shrieking and attacking like a madman, but soon, he felt his body lighten as his head soared into the sky.
The golden Spark slowly retracted. Tony was already holding Mongul's head in his hand, blood slowly dripping down.
Mongul, who had left even Earth's heroes helpless, was personally killed by Tony, not even leaving behind a complete corpse.
He felt no mercy, no pointless charity. A dead enemy was the best kind of enemy.
Clark turned his head away and remained silent.
Over on the other side, Cyborg Superman sensed his own defeat and fell silent. While entangled with Parallax, his single electronic eye stared menacingly at Clark.
"So, is that it? Is it over?" Tony Stark threw up his hands, feeling both relieved and a bit put out.
"Yes, it's over."
Tony instantly took control of Cyborg Superman. His mind was also under Tony's control; the thoughts from the remaining sliver of his organic brain were no match for Tony and were easily crushed.
The originally battered Cyborg Superman immediately went rigid and was struck down by Parallax.
Parallax took a step back, cautiously sizing up Tony, trying to sense the Fear within him. Its long, sharp teeth ground against each other, making a grating sound.
It looked at Tony with ill intent. A murky, yellow light surfaced in its deformed eyes, undisguised, subtly trying to draw out the inner Fear of every living being present.
"Tony, I can feel the Fear in your heart," Parallax said, its huge mouth opening to speak in a strange voice.
Tony spoke, his voice calm. "Bullshit."
(end of chapter)
Tony's expression was dark. Like a Demon God, he carried an overwhelmingly oppressive aura as he suddenly returned to Earth, crossing a vast distance.
A familiar black robe billowed without any wind. Every step he took, though landing softly on the ground, seemed to trample on the heart of every person present.
His tightly furrowed brow made the heart of anyone who looked at him pound with fear.
"See? Lord Dormammu didn't hide anything from you. I just knew that old bastard Mongul was hatching some foul plan."
"But Lord Dormammu is incomparably wise and didn't even bother with Mongul's invitation..."
Dormammu followed closely behind Tony, chattering incessantly until Tony turned around and smashed a fist into his head to shut him up.
A flash of anger appeared in Dormammu's eyes, but he had no choice but to close his mouth.
"Tony?"
"He's back?"
"That man is back!"
The entire Earth seemed to fall silent for a moment before erupting into a clamor of shock, excitement, and cheers.
The closer people were to disaster, the more they reminisced about the security of the past.
Just look at what happened when Tony wasn't on Earth. Last time, Atlantis flooded the land, and tens of millions of people lost their lives.
This time, Warworld arrived and directly wiped out Coast City, killing seven million.
Tony Stark blasted an enemy away with one hand and quickly arrived in front of the other Tony, his voice filled with pleasant surprise. "Buddy, I haven't seen you in two months. I've really missed you."
"Tony, you look like a wreck," Tony replied, glancing at the new suit of armor. "Got dismantled again?"
"No, no, this was an accident," Tony Stark said.
Pain showed in Stephen's eyes. "I'm sorry, Tony, I..."
"No need to apologize, Stephen. You've already done what you were supposed to."
Tony turned his head to look at Mongul, who was tangled up with Superman, and the Killing Intent in his eyes surged.
Mongul's face had already changed drastically. His burly body erupted with immense strength, knocking Superman down as he leaped up, intending to return to Warworld.
"Trying to run?" Tony sneered, reaching out a hand. A powerful, invisible force brutally seized Mongul and yanked him back down.
"Tony, you are no longer the guardian of this planet. But since you've returned, I'm willing to withdraw and give it back to you."
A trace of fear flashed in Mongul's eyes as he spoke with a cold expression.
An unlucky slave, sent flying by Captain America, crashed near Mongul, who simply reached out and crushed his head.
"Good. I've taken a liking to your planet, too. Give me Warworld, and I'll spare your worthless life."
Tony reached out his hand and clenched his fist slightly. All the slaves present were instantly corroded by countless Allspark particles, their life force stripped away. They fell to their knees, screaming in agony as they turned into dried corpses.
So, Mongul kills his underlings to vent his temper? Fine. I'll just give you a hand and kill them all.
Mongul's face darkened. "That's impossible. Warworld is mine."
"Then there's no other way. I'll just have to kill you and take your planet afterward." Tony instantly appeared before Mongul and sneered, "The Vengeful Spirits of seven million people are smiling at you."
This time, even though Tony had already left Earth, seeing such a tragic scene still ignited a fire in his heart.
The incident with Atlantis could at least be considered a civil war among Earthlings, a conflict between the people of the sea and the people of the land.
But what Mongul and Cyborg Superman had done was no different from the Chitauri. They were aliens.
And Tony's way of dealing with aliens was always simple and brutal: kill.
Kill them all, and everything would be fine.
Kill every last one, and there would be no more pointless conflicts or compromises.
As thousands of slaves instantly withered into dried corpses, Tony locked his gaze on Mongul, his eyes filled with a grim light brimming with Killing Intent.
That supremely noble gaze, like a Demon God looking down on an ant, struck fear into Mongul's heart. But what rose even stronger was a sense of humiliation.
He had rampaged across the universe for countless years, using Warworld to destroy innumerable planets and capture endless slaves to be thrown into arenas to fight for his amusement.
No one had ever looked at him like this before.
So what if it was a few million people?! Was that a lot?!
Mongul immediately took control of Warworld. Countless lights appeared as all of Warworld's cannons gathered and aimed at Earth.
"Don't think you've won! I don't care what others think of you. If you insist on making an enemy of me, Mongul, you will die! And this planet will be buried with you!"
A savage expression appeared on Mongul's face. The moment Tony appeared, Mongul's heart had sunk, and he had immediately ordered Warworld to begin charging its weapons. By now, the charge was complete.
Who in the universe didn't know Tony's name? Who didn't know about Tony's peculiar ability of Mechanical Control?
Mongul had been guarding against this. He immediately gave the order to fire, attempting to bathe Earth in blood.
But Tony just watched him with a cold smile. Just as the countless massive energy cannons were about to unleash their beams, they abruptly stopped.
It was as if something had plugged the muzzles of the cannons, and they instantly fell silent.
"You underestimated my ability. The moment I appeared, Warworld no longer belonged to you," Tony said with a cold smile, controlling the cannons and aiming them at the pale-faced Mongul.
"How could this be..." Mongul was both shocked and furious.
"How can you be so strong? Haven't you always relied on external power to defeat one enemy after another?!!"
"Idiot."
Tony sneered. The next second, he vanished. The air, compressed by terrifying force, erupted in a violent sonic boom. Tony appeared in front of Mongul and brutally thrust his fingers toward Mongul's eyes.
Mongul's eyes were red. With all his might, he let out a low roar. The muscles all over his body bulged, some of his blood vessels bursting as he raised his hands to block Tony.
But Tony was faster. He kicked Mongul in the chest, the immense force sending him flying.
"Pay for it with your life." Tony stomped on Mongul, then plunged two fingers into his eyes and viciously tore them out.
Blood splattered everywhere. In front of countless people, Tony gouged out Mongul's eyes.
Mongul let out a miserable scream, shrieking and attacking like a madman, but soon, he felt his body lighten as his head soared into the sky.
The golden Spark slowly retracted. Tony was already holding Mongul's head in his hand, blood slowly dripping down.
Mongul, who had left even Earth's heroes helpless, was personally killed by Tony, not even leaving behind a complete corpse.
He felt no mercy, no pointless charity. A dead enemy was the best kind of enemy.
Clark turned his head away and remained silent.
Over on the other side, Cyborg Superman sensed his own defeat and fell silent. While entangled with Parallax, his single electronic eye stared menacingly at Clark.
"So, is that it? Is it over?" Tony Stark threw up his hands, feeling both relieved and a bit put out.
"Yes, it's over."
Tony instantly took control of Cyborg Superman. His mind was also under Tony's control; the thoughts from the remaining sliver of his organic brain were no match for Tony and were easily crushed.
The originally battered Cyborg Superman immediately went rigid and was struck down by Parallax.
Parallax took a step back, cautiously sizing up Tony, trying to sense the Fear within him. Its long, sharp teeth ground against each other, making a grating sound.
It looked at Tony with ill intent. A murky, yellow light surfaced in its deformed eyes, undisguised, subtly trying to draw out the inner Fear of every living being present.
"Tony, I can feel the Fear in your heart," Parallax said, its huge mouth opening to speak in a strange voice.
Tony spoke, his voice calm. "Bullshit."
(end of chapter)
