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Chapter 157: Do You Bleed?
Devastator, as terrifying and frenzied as a deity, left countless people with a lifelong nightmare.
Everywhere one looked, wherever Devastator's face turned, the land was left in utter ruin.
Forget the mechs and people on the ground and in the air; even the once-lush grasslands showed not a speck of green, leaving only swirling yellow sand and overturned earth.
Countless tons of matter were devoured and pulverized by this terrifying monster, Devastator, while countless unforgettable images were captured by keen observers.
This plunged even more people into endless panic and despair.
The veteran King T'Chaka stood on a high platform of the royal palace, watching the broadcasted images in stunned silence.
"Who is this person? Find all information on him immediately!" King T'Chaka commanded, his face grim.
His prodigy of a daughter, Shuri, whose intellect could be considered cosmic-level, compiled Tony's relevant data with the utmost speed and presented it to King T'Chaka.
"Mutant, Mechanic Tony, Military Lieutenant, ability is to Animate all machinery..."
Gradually, King T'Chaka's brow furrowed. He was no stranger to the group known as Mutants. These uniquely blessed people, born with all sorts of mutant abilities, would occasionally appear even within the Kingdom of Wakanda.
As long as they were human, ninety-nine percent of people on Earth carried the X-Gene, possessing the potential to become a Mutant.
But in the history of Wakanda, this was the first time they had engaged in battle with a High-Level Mutant.
"Deploy all strategic reserve aircraft! Send in more warriors and crush him completely! At the same time, order T'Challa to strike. He is to kill this Mutant directly. As the Crown Prince, he must bear the responsibility of protecting the kingdom," King T'Chaka said.
"The number of warriors who have died directly at his hands already exceeds one thousand, more than the total casualties inflicted by all other enemies combined!"
"Then we have all the more reason to kill him at any cost! His potential has not been fully realized yet. If we don't seize this opportunity to kill him, our Kingdom of Wakanda will never know peace!" King T'Chaka said coldly. "Dispatch more aircraft and warriors! Kill this Mutant, no matter the price!"
He had been King for decades and had occasionally traveled to the Outside World. The ever-accelerating pace of development there gave him a great sense of crisis, especially with the endless emergence of Mutants, Inhumans, and various Metahumans. Wakanda's advantage was shrinking.
His son, the next Black Panther and Crown Prince, T'Challa, accepted the order and left, donning the Vibranium suit that symbolized the King's authority.
T'Chaka was old and could no longer easily step onto the battlefield. He had already passed the suit to his son, T'Challa.
...
More and more Vibranium spaceships surged forward, their Energy Cannons roaring as they fired recklessly. They were willing to trade blows and sustain damage just to injure the Transformer Legion guarding Tony, especially the greatest threat, Devastator. Many spaceships made suicide runs, briefly blocking that massive mouth to buy time for other ships to attack.
The second wave of carrier-based aircraft arrived, flying to designated locations as per Tony's instructions.
An invisible, immense surge of the Allspark erupted outwards. Almost no one noticed it as this torrent of particles, existing between presence and absence, rapidly animated everything around it.
Whether it was the hundreds of carrier aircraft Tony had been waiting for, or the tanks, armored vehicles, and staggering number of military trucks brought by the main Military force, all were infiltrated by Tony's Allspark.
In the end, however, Tony only animated a portion of them. Transformers, even more combat-effective than their original forms, suddenly appeared, forming the Iron Tide Army. Their dense, interwoven web of firepower, in coordination with thirty thousand soldiers, ferociously engaged the Wakandan spaceships.
The warriors and rhinoceroses on the ground were dwindling. Before the overwhelming heavy fire, they were far too fragile. Their lopsided Technology Tree could not help these flesh-and-blood warriors escape the instantaneous artillery barrage.
The two sides seemed to have entered a most brutal war of attrition.
Under the command of their battalion and regiment commanders, the Military's soldiers formed layers of defense, their greatest threat coming from the agile spaceships in the air. Every moment, Transformers and spaceships were destroyed, yet new Transformers were constantly being animated, and new spaceships joined the battle from within the Protective Shield.
But Tony himself had quietly vanished, leaving only his vast Transformer Army and the Military's soldiers to put up a tenacious resistance.
...
A sharp pain jolted General Ross's nerves. He cried out in agony and struggled to open his eyes. A sudden wave of pain wracked his entire body, as if countless insects were gnawing at his flesh, making every slight movement exhaust his remaining strength.
In a state of semi-consciousness, Ross saw numerous small Transformers watching him coldly. Even though they had electronic eyes, Ross could read the chilliness in their gaze.
"Tony, what do you want?" Ross coughed, forcing out the words as his fingers twitched slightly. This general, who was more of a politician, understood many things in an instant.
Countless images of Tony's past obedience and loyalty flashed before his eyes before vanishing completely into the darkness.
Regret gnawed at Ross's heart like maggots on a corpse.
In the darkness, Tony slowly rose and walked toward him, like an assassin from the shadows, needing only to strike the most fatal blow at the most critical moment.
"What are you looking for? The Hulk Serum?" A Transformer shifted into the shape of a stool, and Tony slowly sat down in front of Ross, a sneer on his face.
Ross froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. At this point, playing dumb would be a meaningless gesture.
"How did you know about the Hulk Serum? How did you know I carry it with me?!" Ross panted heavily, his chest rising and falling slightly. His voice sounded like a worn-out bellows, wheezing with every breath.
"Does it matter?" Tony toyed with the sealed metal canister in his hand, his eerie gaze fixed grimly upon the high and mighty General Ross.
They were inside a spaceship. A section of the floor had been temporarily dug out, and the scattered Allspark particles allowed Tony to monitor the area.
In the distance, the chaotic sounds of battle could still be heard, raging intensely.
"Ross, when you were researching the Hulk Serum, did you ever think of this day? When you went through all that trouble to find the reclusive Hulk and successfully created Abomination, did you ever think of this day? How remarkable you are, a powerful General, holding a high position, arbitrarily controlling the lives and deaths of countless people, bringing about countless disasters, only to walk away scot-free."
"When I was in Gotham City, there was this annoying guy who tried hard to be a ferocious good man. He once asked me a question. This time, I'll ask it to you..."
Tony reached out, gently took General Ross's noble hand, and under the other man's shocked and furious gaze, with a sickening crunch, Tony viciously twisted Ross's hand and then brutally tore it off!
He tore Ross's hand clean off!
A scream tore through the air as blood splattered!
"Do you bleed?" Tony's expression gradually turned savage, revealing a set of glistening white teeth.
(end of chapter)
Devastator, as terrifying and frenzied as a deity, left countless people with a lifelong nightmare.
Everywhere one looked, wherever Devastator's face turned, the land was left in utter ruin.
Forget the mechs and people on the ground and in the air; even the once-lush grasslands showed not a speck of green, leaving only swirling yellow sand and overturned earth.
Countless tons of matter were devoured and pulverized by this terrifying monster, Devastator, while countless unforgettable images were captured by keen observers.
This plunged even more people into endless panic and despair.
The veteran King T'Chaka stood on a high platform of the royal palace, watching the broadcasted images in stunned silence.
"Who is this person? Find all information on him immediately!" King T'Chaka commanded, his face grim.
His prodigy of a daughter, Shuri, whose intellect could be considered cosmic-level, compiled Tony's relevant data with the utmost speed and presented it to King T'Chaka.
"Mutant, Mechanic Tony, Military Lieutenant, ability is to Animate all machinery..."
Gradually, King T'Chaka's brow furrowed. He was no stranger to the group known as Mutants. These uniquely blessed people, born with all sorts of mutant abilities, would occasionally appear even within the Kingdom of Wakanda.
As long as they were human, ninety-nine percent of people on Earth carried the X-Gene, possessing the potential to become a Mutant.
But in the history of Wakanda, this was the first time they had engaged in battle with a High-Level Mutant.
"Deploy all strategic reserve aircraft! Send in more warriors and crush him completely! At the same time, order T'Challa to strike. He is to kill this Mutant directly. As the Crown Prince, he must bear the responsibility of protecting the kingdom," King T'Chaka said.
"The number of warriors who have died directly at his hands already exceeds one thousand, more than the total casualties inflicted by all other enemies combined!"
"Then we have all the more reason to kill him at any cost! His potential has not been fully realized yet. If we don't seize this opportunity to kill him, our Kingdom of Wakanda will never know peace!" King T'Chaka said coldly. "Dispatch more aircraft and warriors! Kill this Mutant, no matter the price!"
He had been King for decades and had occasionally traveled to the Outside World. The ever-accelerating pace of development there gave him a great sense of crisis, especially with the endless emergence of Mutants, Inhumans, and various Metahumans. Wakanda's advantage was shrinking.
His son, the next Black Panther and Crown Prince, T'Challa, accepted the order and left, donning the Vibranium suit that symbolized the King's authority.
T'Chaka was old and could no longer easily step onto the battlefield. He had already passed the suit to his son, T'Challa.
...
More and more Vibranium spaceships surged forward, their Energy Cannons roaring as they fired recklessly. They were willing to trade blows and sustain damage just to injure the Transformer Legion guarding Tony, especially the greatest threat, Devastator. Many spaceships made suicide runs, briefly blocking that massive mouth to buy time for other ships to attack.
The second wave of carrier-based aircraft arrived, flying to designated locations as per Tony's instructions.
An invisible, immense surge of the Allspark erupted outwards. Almost no one noticed it as this torrent of particles, existing between presence and absence, rapidly animated everything around it.
Whether it was the hundreds of carrier aircraft Tony had been waiting for, or the tanks, armored vehicles, and staggering number of military trucks brought by the main Military force, all were infiltrated by Tony's Allspark.
In the end, however, Tony only animated a portion of them. Transformers, even more combat-effective than their original forms, suddenly appeared, forming the Iron Tide Army. Their dense, interwoven web of firepower, in coordination with thirty thousand soldiers, ferociously engaged the Wakandan spaceships.
The warriors and rhinoceroses on the ground were dwindling. Before the overwhelming heavy fire, they were far too fragile. Their lopsided Technology Tree could not help these flesh-and-blood warriors escape the instantaneous artillery barrage.
The two sides seemed to have entered a most brutal war of attrition.
Under the command of their battalion and regiment commanders, the Military's soldiers formed layers of defense, their greatest threat coming from the agile spaceships in the air. Every moment, Transformers and spaceships were destroyed, yet new Transformers were constantly being animated, and new spaceships joined the battle from within the Protective Shield.
But Tony himself had quietly vanished, leaving only his vast Transformer Army and the Military's soldiers to put up a tenacious resistance.
...
A sharp pain jolted General Ross's nerves. He cried out in agony and struggled to open his eyes. A sudden wave of pain wracked his entire body, as if countless insects were gnawing at his flesh, making every slight movement exhaust his remaining strength.
In a state of semi-consciousness, Ross saw numerous small Transformers watching him coldly. Even though they had electronic eyes, Ross could read the chilliness in their gaze.
"Tony, what do you want?" Ross coughed, forcing out the words as his fingers twitched slightly. This general, who was more of a politician, understood many things in an instant.
Countless images of Tony's past obedience and loyalty flashed before his eyes before vanishing completely into the darkness.
Regret gnawed at Ross's heart like maggots on a corpse.
In the darkness, Tony slowly rose and walked toward him, like an assassin from the shadows, needing only to strike the most fatal blow at the most critical moment.
"What are you looking for? The Hulk Serum?" A Transformer shifted into the shape of a stool, and Tony slowly sat down in front of Ross, a sneer on his face.
Ross froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. At this point, playing dumb would be a meaningless gesture.
"How did you know about the Hulk Serum? How did you know I carry it with me?!" Ross panted heavily, his chest rising and falling slightly. His voice sounded like a worn-out bellows, wheezing with every breath.
"Does it matter?" Tony toyed with the sealed metal canister in his hand, his eerie gaze fixed grimly upon the high and mighty General Ross.
They were inside a spaceship. A section of the floor had been temporarily dug out, and the scattered Allspark particles allowed Tony to monitor the area.
In the distance, the chaotic sounds of battle could still be heard, raging intensely.
"Ross, when you were researching the Hulk Serum, did you ever think of this day? When you went through all that trouble to find the reclusive Hulk and successfully created Abomination, did you ever think of this day? How remarkable you are, a powerful General, holding a high position, arbitrarily controlling the lives and deaths of countless people, bringing about countless disasters, only to walk away scot-free."
"When I was in Gotham City, there was this annoying guy who tried hard to be a ferocious good man. He once asked me a question. This time, I'll ask it to you..."
Tony reached out, gently took General Ross's noble hand, and under the other man's shocked and furious gaze, with a sickening crunch, Tony viciously twisted Ross's hand and then brutally tore it off!
He tore Ross's hand clean off!
A scream tore through the air as blood splattered!
"Do you bleed?" Tony's expression gradually turned savage, revealing a set of glistening white teeth.
(end of chapter)
