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“War is about to break out?”
Tony casually glanced at the latest news, then dismissively tossed it aside.
“The Superhero Registration Act was merely an insignificant fuse, giving their internal conflicts an excuse to erupt.”
Tony took a plate of fruit from Wanda, picking up a strange fruit and taking a bite.
A group of people from the Science Academy had conducted many genetic modifications, modifying various fruits and transplanting them onto Cybertron.
Transformers, of course, don’t eat fruit; these were for Mutants and New Kryptonians.
Tony was also happy to try some.
“Aren’t you worried? You have many friends on Earth.”
“Worried about what? Johnny and the others wouldn’t get involved in foolishness like Civil War. Besides, that coward Crane is keeping an eye on things… Let them fight, a battle might do some good. Some conflicts truly have reached a point where they need resolution.”
Tony picked up another piece of fruit. “I just wonder how many will die…”
Civil War would certainly not have some ridiculous, mutually agreeable outcome. Such perfect stories only exist in fairy tales.
Oh, and in movies made for box office returns and to tug at the audience's heartstrings.
A true Civil War is exceedingly cruel; people will absolutely die.
A group of powerhouses and geniuses possessing extraordinary abilities will cause massive casualties once they act. In an era where a bullet worth a few cents can take a life, let alone these powerful Superheroes.
In the original story, the Avengers Civil War was already incredibly brutal, with many Superheroes dying.
This time, the Justice League will also be added… The destructive power will definitely be off the charts. Clashes between demigod-level powers would become the norm. If they truly go all out, Earth would be scarred beyond recognition from their bombardment.
Or even explode outright.
But this had nothing to do with Tony, nor did he care to interfere.
He was the God of Cybertron, not Earth’s father…
Wiping Superheroes’ butts all day, is that supposed to be fun?
“Sometimes, war is the best way to solve problems, but sometimes it’s the worst. Even more troublesome is that no one knows, before the outcome is determined, whether solving problems through war is good or bad, and the results are irreversible.”
All around were neatly trimmed lawns. Tony comfortably reclined in a lounge chair, squinting at the azure sky. He found that he had grown to like this activity.
When did it start?
It seemed to be after the Old Bartender died that he developed this hobby.
This leisurely life, he hadn’t enjoyed for a long time.
Suddenly, his hand gripping the fruit paused abruptly, his brows slightly furrowed. He suddenly straightened up, his sharp gaze fixed on a certain direction.
“Tony, I’m scared…”
Raven suddenly ran over, looking at him with a terrified expression.
Her Demonic Bloodline uncontrollably boiled, and a dense Demonic Aura irrepressibly spread outwards. Beneath her feet, large sections of the lawn were infected by the Demonic Aura, their genes beginning to mutate, turning into a type of plant imbued with Hell’s Aura.
The next second, these plants were killed by Tony.
He met Raven’s four crimson eyes, gently raising his hand. A powerful force swept over, enveloping her. Power from the One-Above-All covered everything about Raven, barely suppressing Raven’s demonization.
Raven’s transformation attracted the attention of many.
The Ancient One rushed over, his expression grave. “That guy is here again?”
“Indeed.”
Tony frowned deeply, looking towards Earth. Then, he reached out and summoned the Mobius Chair, disappearing in a flash of white light.
At this moment, Earth was experiencing night.
While Earthlings were still in an uproar over the contents of the Superhero Registration Act, new visitors from the Otherworld had already quietly arrived.
When Tony arrived, the magic array had already collapsed, leaving only a slovenly figure standing there, dazed.
“Constantine! You absolute pain in the ass!”
Tony, seething with wrath, smashed a fist into Con’s face.
Constantine’s face immediately swelled up.
Feeling Trigon’s unique terrifying aura, Tony grabbed Constantine by the neck, lifting him up. “I need an explanation! Even if you have a cynical attitude, this is far too much!”
Who is Trigon? He’s the strongest demon, a terrifying quasi-ninth level being. Even his clones possess level eight strength. Last time he defeated Trigon, Tony expended an Infinity Stone. What will he rely on this time?
If he used a Mother Box to throw Trigon onto Apokolips again, Darkseid would truly be driven mad.
“I also didn’t expect it would be Trigon who came…” Constantine said with a wry smile.
Tony threw him to the ground, watching him coldly.
“I contacted Madame Xanadu, and she saw the tragic outcome of the Civil War in a prophecy. So I wanted to stop this disaster. Earth’s power cannot be squandered in internal strife…”
“So you contacted a demon? You really think your Hell Detective status carries that much weight, that you can control an unruly demon?” Tony said coldly.
Constantine hung his head, took out a cigarette, intending to light it, but Tony snatched it away and threw it aside.
“You almost destroyed Earth,” Tony said faintly.
“I just want to spare Earth some disasters.” Constantine ran a hand through his hair and stroked his unshaven chin. “In the future, Earth can only rely on the Justice League and the Avengers. As long as they exist, Earth can have one more day of peace. But if they go to war…”
Tony gritted his teeth hard, truly wanting to kick this pain-in-the-ass to death.
“What agreement did you reach with Trigon?”
“Oh, I promised to return his daughter to him… on the condition that he helps me.”
“Trigon actually believed such nonsense?” Tony said with a dark expression.
“He didn’t believe it, so he’s sending a clone over to act personally.”
“And now it’s my problem again…”
Tony truly wanted to smack this menace to death.
Where is Raven? On Cybertron.
Who does Trigon have a grudge against? Tony.
A huge burden, dumped on Tony’s head once again.
If it weren’t for Constantine’s powerful magic attainments, which would be of great use to Earth and even this universe in the future, he really would have just smacked him to death…
That’s right, Constantine is indeed unreliable, a professional at screwing over teammates. But if you were to truly rank the sorcerers of the DC universe, Constantine would definitely be counted among the top echelons.
The Hell Detective, a sorcerer who communicates with both Heaven and Hell, possessing powerful magic attainments and terrifying talent.
Con, who meant well but caused trouble, is the most annoying kind of person.
Tony, holding Constantine by the collar, flew straight up, heading towards New York City.
He mused, seemingly pondering this familiar scenario.
“Civil War, Trigon… This menace, Trigon, must be dealt with.”
Tony frowned.
(end of chapter)
Tony casually glanced at the latest news, then dismissively tossed it aside.
“The Superhero Registration Act was merely an insignificant fuse, giving their internal conflicts an excuse to erupt.”
Tony took a plate of fruit from Wanda, picking up a strange fruit and taking a bite.
A group of people from the Science Academy had conducted many genetic modifications, modifying various fruits and transplanting them onto Cybertron.
Transformers, of course, don’t eat fruit; these were for Mutants and New Kryptonians.
Tony was also happy to try some.
“Aren’t you worried? You have many friends on Earth.”
“Worried about what? Johnny and the others wouldn’t get involved in foolishness like Civil War. Besides, that coward Crane is keeping an eye on things… Let them fight, a battle might do some good. Some conflicts truly have reached a point where they need resolution.”
Tony picked up another piece of fruit. “I just wonder how many will die…”
Civil War would certainly not have some ridiculous, mutually agreeable outcome. Such perfect stories only exist in fairy tales.
Oh, and in movies made for box office returns and to tug at the audience's heartstrings.
A true Civil War is exceedingly cruel; people will absolutely die.
A group of powerhouses and geniuses possessing extraordinary abilities will cause massive casualties once they act. In an era where a bullet worth a few cents can take a life, let alone these powerful Superheroes.
In the original story, the Avengers Civil War was already incredibly brutal, with many Superheroes dying.
This time, the Justice League will also be added… The destructive power will definitely be off the charts. Clashes between demigod-level powers would become the norm. If they truly go all out, Earth would be scarred beyond recognition from their bombardment.
Or even explode outright.
But this had nothing to do with Tony, nor did he care to interfere.
He was the God of Cybertron, not Earth’s father…
Wiping Superheroes’ butts all day, is that supposed to be fun?
“Sometimes, war is the best way to solve problems, but sometimes it’s the worst. Even more troublesome is that no one knows, before the outcome is determined, whether solving problems through war is good or bad, and the results are irreversible.”
All around were neatly trimmed lawns. Tony comfortably reclined in a lounge chair, squinting at the azure sky. He found that he had grown to like this activity.
When did it start?
It seemed to be after the Old Bartender died that he developed this hobby.
This leisurely life, he hadn’t enjoyed for a long time.
Suddenly, his hand gripping the fruit paused abruptly, his brows slightly furrowed. He suddenly straightened up, his sharp gaze fixed on a certain direction.
“Tony, I’m scared…”
Raven suddenly ran over, looking at him with a terrified expression.
Her Demonic Bloodline uncontrollably boiled, and a dense Demonic Aura irrepressibly spread outwards. Beneath her feet, large sections of the lawn were infected by the Demonic Aura, their genes beginning to mutate, turning into a type of plant imbued with Hell’s Aura.
The next second, these plants were killed by Tony.
He met Raven’s four crimson eyes, gently raising his hand. A powerful force swept over, enveloping her. Power from the One-Above-All covered everything about Raven, barely suppressing Raven’s demonization.
Raven’s transformation attracted the attention of many.
The Ancient One rushed over, his expression grave. “That guy is here again?”
“Indeed.”
Tony frowned deeply, looking towards Earth. Then, he reached out and summoned the Mobius Chair, disappearing in a flash of white light.
At this moment, Earth was experiencing night.
While Earthlings were still in an uproar over the contents of the Superhero Registration Act, new visitors from the Otherworld had already quietly arrived.
When Tony arrived, the magic array had already collapsed, leaving only a slovenly figure standing there, dazed.
“Constantine! You absolute pain in the ass!”
Tony, seething with wrath, smashed a fist into Con’s face.
Constantine’s face immediately swelled up.
Feeling Trigon’s unique terrifying aura, Tony grabbed Constantine by the neck, lifting him up. “I need an explanation! Even if you have a cynical attitude, this is far too much!”
Who is Trigon? He’s the strongest demon, a terrifying quasi-ninth level being. Even his clones possess level eight strength. Last time he defeated Trigon, Tony expended an Infinity Stone. What will he rely on this time?
If he used a Mother Box to throw Trigon onto Apokolips again, Darkseid would truly be driven mad.
“I also didn’t expect it would be Trigon who came…” Constantine said with a wry smile.
Tony threw him to the ground, watching him coldly.
“I contacted Madame Xanadu, and she saw the tragic outcome of the Civil War in a prophecy. So I wanted to stop this disaster. Earth’s power cannot be squandered in internal strife…”
“So you contacted a demon? You really think your Hell Detective status carries that much weight, that you can control an unruly demon?” Tony said coldly.
Constantine hung his head, took out a cigarette, intending to light it, but Tony snatched it away and threw it aside.
“You almost destroyed Earth,” Tony said faintly.
“I just want to spare Earth some disasters.” Constantine ran a hand through his hair and stroked his unshaven chin. “In the future, Earth can only rely on the Justice League and the Avengers. As long as they exist, Earth can have one more day of peace. But if they go to war…”
Tony gritted his teeth hard, truly wanting to kick this pain-in-the-ass to death.
“What agreement did you reach with Trigon?”
“Oh, I promised to return his daughter to him… on the condition that he helps me.”
“Trigon actually believed such nonsense?” Tony said with a dark expression.
“He didn’t believe it, so he’s sending a clone over to act personally.”
“And now it’s my problem again…”
Tony truly wanted to smack this menace to death.
Where is Raven? On Cybertron.
Who does Trigon have a grudge against? Tony.
A huge burden, dumped on Tony’s head once again.
If it weren’t for Constantine’s powerful magic attainments, which would be of great use to Earth and even this universe in the future, he really would have just smacked him to death…
That’s right, Constantine is indeed unreliable, a professional at screwing over teammates. But if you were to truly rank the sorcerers of the DC universe, Constantine would definitely be counted among the top echelons.
The Hell Detective, a sorcerer who communicates with both Heaven and Hell, possessing powerful magic attainments and terrifying talent.
Con, who meant well but caused trouble, is the most annoying kind of person.
Tony, holding Constantine by the collar, flew straight up, heading towards New York City.
He mused, seemingly pondering this familiar scenario.
“Civil War, Trigon… This menace, Trigon, must be dealt with.”
Tony frowned.
(end of chapter)
