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Chapter 217
chapter 136 part 2
The Godkiller Armor's size was astounding, reaching a height of nine thousand meters. Even with Tony's utmost effort to control it, he remained extremely strained, constantly falling to the ground, unleashing a thunderous roar that shook countless worlds. Even a minuscule energy leak immediately triggered violent tremors in countless space-times, causing astonishing fluctuations.
At that very moment, these astonishing fluctuations continuously spread throughout the entire Multiverse, reaching world after world, alarming the Celestials who had been tracking the Godkiller Armor for countless years.
Large numbers of Celestials gathered, further attracting the attention of other deities, who also watched from afar in that direction.
Tony quickly said, "Are you sure I can control this Godkiller Armor?"
Compared to Tony's confusion and struggle, what he displayed was utter frenzy.
"How can this be? I clearly modified your genes, transplanting the Godkiller Armor's sole control authority into your body... Why can't you control it?!"
He seemed to lose control, utterly frenzied.
He continuously recalled information from countless past years, trying to find the cause of the problem, but to no avail. The gene modification he performed on Tony was inherently an authority inscribed onto the laws of the universe. Even a mortal should be able to wield the Godkiller, regardless of strength or tier.
"You unreliable bastard! Tell me what to do now!"
Tony cursed, controlling the Godkiller and struggling to stand. His movements were difficult, and the terrifying fluctuations unconsciously erupting from it already exerted immense pressure on the world he was in.
Boom!
The Godkiller Armor leaked an energy wave, instantly destroying the planet beneath its feet. It then unleashed new fluctuations, beginning to demolish other planets.
He went into a frozen state, sinking into utter despair. He had already detected the covetous Celestials beyond the Universe. If Tony could control the Godkiller, everything would be fine; at worst, they would fight a bloody battle against the Celestials.
But now... it was over.
The Godkiller Armor, the Aspirants' ultimate technological creation, was it destined to fall into the hands of their mortal enemies? How tragic was that?
"I don't understand, why...?"
He fell into a daze.
Boom!
The universal barrier was torn open by a figure.
"I will tell you why. I will tell you why Tony Stark cannot control the Godkiller Armor!"
Martin stepped out, a terrifying aura of slaughter swirling around him. With a casual flick of his hand, he had already annihilated countless Celestials, then looked down at the formidable Godkiller Armor.
Chapter 259
With a cold expression, Martin carved a path through the numerous Celestials. Around him were scattered the severed limbs of Celestials of various models, and several powerful Multiverse-tier Celestials roared in rage.
Innumerable energy waves surged, instantly annihilating everything. Countless laws of the universe collided, erupting with a devouring force infinitely more terrifying than a black hole, causing galaxies to collapse one by one.
Upon realizing the power unleashed by the Godkiller Armor due to its imperfect control, Martin finally lost his patience. He struck decisively, slaughtering countless Celestials to break through.
"The reason is simple: Tony Stark is not the person you originally chose at all! The gene modification surgery you performed... it wasn't on Tony at all!"
Martin glanced at the awe-inspiring Godkiller Armor, a flicker of emotion in his eyes, then looked down at the distraught robot.
Truthfully, Martin felt no surprise at this outcome.
The Tony Stark in this Universe was not the infant he had modified back then at all! The one secretly modified while still in his mother's womb was Tony's elder brother!
Every long-standing powerful family always has some melodramatic stories.
The cautious Howard Stark had long since noticed his peculiar nature and always maintained vigilance towards him. Upon realizing that his eldest son's genes had been tampered with, he immediately took action, substituting Tony so that he would believe Tony was the modified infant.
"Impossible, I've always been observing that sickly fellow..."
"Remember him? That sickly fellow who had died of illness before turning 30."
"That fellow could have been even more outstanding than Tony, but regrettably, your gene modification surgery caused his body to fail, and he died before thirty... You killed him with your own hands! You, with your own hands, killed the one you saw as hope and the future!"
The many Celestials pursuing him also paused, looking at the scene with suspicion and uncertainty.
Why was Martin so well-informed about this?!
"No, it can't be, how could this happen..." His core program fell into disarray, and his mechanical body began to spark, showing signs of overload.
"That's right. You carried the glory of an ancient civilization for countless years, yet in the final moment, you personally destroyed the hope you had steadfastly upheld."
Martin's voice was cold.
Ah—
He went mad, trembling all over, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. In his frenzy, he drifted towards a sun, plunged straight into it, and was utterly melted and annihilated.
"What a pathetic life."
Martin cast a fleeting glance and then averted his gaze.
He was the most "real" artificial intelligence Martin had ever known. Faced with a terrible reality, he went mad, unable to endure the blow, and then committed suicide.
Martin looked down, silently watching the stumbling Godkiller Armor.
"Martin, hand it over to us, or you will face our retaliation! This will trigger a war between two worlds!"
Experimenter Celestial roared as he lunged forward, attempting to seize the Godkiller Armor.
"War? Do you think I'm afraid of war?"
Martin sneered.
The Celestials must have already noticed him and begun gathering intelligence on him. They likely already knew he possessed the ability to animate machines. In his Native Universe, the Celestials were either killed by Martin or transformed into Transformer Celestials. The high-ranking Celestials must surely know this.
War was inevitable. Martin would never harbor any form of expectation or illusion when it came to the Celestials. For both sides, there was only one path: war.
(end of chapter)
The Godkiller Armor's size was astounding, reaching a height of nine thousand meters. Even with Tony's utmost effort to control it, he remained extremely strained, constantly falling to the ground, unleashing a thunderous roar that shook countless worlds. Even a minuscule energy leak immediately triggered violent tremors in countless space-times, causing astonishing fluctuations.
At that very moment, these astonishing fluctuations continuously spread throughout the entire Multiverse, reaching world after world, alarming the Celestials who had been tracking the Godkiller Armor for countless years.
Large numbers of Celestials gathered, further attracting the attention of other deities, who also watched from afar in that direction.
Tony quickly said, "Are you sure I can control this Godkiller Armor?"
Compared to Tony's confusion and struggle, what he displayed was utter frenzy.
"How can this be? I clearly modified your genes, transplanting the Godkiller Armor's sole control authority into your body... Why can't you control it?!"
He seemed to lose control, utterly frenzied.
He continuously recalled information from countless past years, trying to find the cause of the problem, but to no avail. The gene modification he performed on Tony was inherently an authority inscribed onto the laws of the universe. Even a mortal should be able to wield the Godkiller, regardless of strength or tier.
"You unreliable bastard! Tell me what to do now!"
Tony cursed, controlling the Godkiller and struggling to stand. His movements were difficult, and the terrifying fluctuations unconsciously erupting from it already exerted immense pressure on the world he was in.
Boom!
The Godkiller Armor leaked an energy wave, instantly destroying the planet beneath its feet. It then unleashed new fluctuations, beginning to demolish other planets.
He went into a frozen state, sinking into utter despair. He had already detected the covetous Celestials beyond the Universe. If Tony could control the Godkiller, everything would be fine; at worst, they would fight a bloody battle against the Celestials.
But now... it was over.
The Godkiller Armor, the Aspirants' ultimate technological creation, was it destined to fall into the hands of their mortal enemies? How tragic was that?
"I don't understand, why...?"
He fell into a daze.
Boom!
The universal barrier was torn open by a figure.
"I will tell you why. I will tell you why Tony Stark cannot control the Godkiller Armor!"
Martin stepped out, a terrifying aura of slaughter swirling around him. With a casual flick of his hand, he had already annihilated countless Celestials, then looked down at the formidable Godkiller Armor.
Chapter 259
With a cold expression, Martin carved a path through the numerous Celestials. Around him were scattered the severed limbs of Celestials of various models, and several powerful Multiverse-tier Celestials roared in rage.
Innumerable energy waves surged, instantly annihilating everything. Countless laws of the universe collided, erupting with a devouring force infinitely more terrifying than a black hole, causing galaxies to collapse one by one.
Upon realizing the power unleashed by the Godkiller Armor due to its imperfect control, Martin finally lost his patience. He struck decisively, slaughtering countless Celestials to break through.
"The reason is simple: Tony Stark is not the person you originally chose at all! The gene modification surgery you performed... it wasn't on Tony at all!"
Martin glanced at the awe-inspiring Godkiller Armor, a flicker of emotion in his eyes, then looked down at the distraught robot.
Truthfully, Martin felt no surprise at this outcome.
The Tony Stark in this Universe was not the infant he had modified back then at all! The one secretly modified while still in his mother's womb was Tony's elder brother!
Every long-standing powerful family always has some melodramatic stories.
The cautious Howard Stark had long since noticed his peculiar nature and always maintained vigilance towards him. Upon realizing that his eldest son's genes had been tampered with, he immediately took action, substituting Tony so that he would believe Tony was the modified infant.
"Impossible, I've always been observing that sickly fellow..."
"Remember him? That sickly fellow who had died of illness before turning 30."
"That fellow could have been even more outstanding than Tony, but regrettably, your gene modification surgery caused his body to fail, and he died before thirty... You killed him with your own hands! You, with your own hands, killed the one you saw as hope and the future!"
The many Celestials pursuing him also paused, looking at the scene with suspicion and uncertainty.
Why was Martin so well-informed about this?!
"No, it can't be, how could this happen..." His core program fell into disarray, and his mechanical body began to spark, showing signs of overload.
"That's right. You carried the glory of an ancient civilization for countless years, yet in the final moment, you personally destroyed the hope you had steadfastly upheld."
Martin's voice was cold.
Ah—
He went mad, trembling all over, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing. In his frenzy, he drifted towards a sun, plunged straight into it, and was utterly melted and annihilated.
"What a pathetic life."
Martin cast a fleeting glance and then averted his gaze.
He was the most "real" artificial intelligence Martin had ever known. Faced with a terrible reality, he went mad, unable to endure the blow, and then committed suicide.
Martin looked down, silently watching the stumbling Godkiller Armor.
"Martin, hand it over to us, or you will face our retaliation! This will trigger a war between two worlds!"
Experimenter Celestial roared as he lunged forward, attempting to seize the Godkiller Armor.
"War? Do you think I'm afraid of war?"
Martin sneered.
The Celestials must have already noticed him and begun gathering intelligence on him. They likely already knew he possessed the ability to animate machines. In his Native Universe, the Celestials were either killed by Martin or transformed into Transformer Celestials. The high-ranking Celestials must surely know this.
War was inevitable. Martin would never harbor any form of expectation or illusion when it came to the Celestials. For both sides, there was only one path: war.
(end of chapter)
