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Chapter 220: The Death of the Hulk
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
At that moment, Sorcerers who studied time, such as those practicing Prophecy Magic, all coughed up blood simultaneously. The weaker among them passed out on the spot.
Those who attempted to use temporal prophecies to foresee Tony's hunt for the Hulk likewise suffered a crazed retaliation from time itself, sustaining grievous injuries in an instant.
Certain individuals in the transcendent domain were terrified.
The immense future potential possessed by this Beast, the Hulk, had once made them covetous. They had silently endured the Hulk's violent destruction, attempting to use the deaths of countless ordinary humans to buy time for him to develop his intelligence and experience.
But then came Tony, an unreasonable man who cared nothing for some grand future, nor for any ridiculous, laughable compromises. His mind was filled with only one thought: how to dismember the Hulk.
What was most troublesome was that Tony had also mastered Space Magic, allowing him to escape at any moment, and Time Magic for Time Manipulation.
Although his usage was rather crude, it was more than enough to give many Sorcerers a headache.
The fluctuation in time forced numerous Sorcerers and those involved to pay a tragic price, one that was utterly unacceptable.
In that instant, the Timeline underwent a massive shift. The future, once blurry but barely discernible, descended into complete chaos. All sorts of bizarre futures intertwined, and someone even saw a comical vision of the Hulk choking to death on a banana.
Any prognosis for this battle had already surpassed the comprehension of many, causing them to cease their activities and quietly await the outcome.
They had finally realized it: Tony was a blunt instrument, a very troublesome and utterly unreasonable one at that. Whoever provoked him was doomed to suffer.
"Don't interfere anymore! Let them fight! It would be best if they destroyed each other!" a Sorcerer cursed, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he gasped for breath.
"What the hell happened just now?"
"If I'm not mistaken, a Higher-Dimensional Being intervened, but suffered a major loss at Tony's hands! What a pity. That simple-minded fellow, the Hulk, could have been tamed into a slave with limitless potential. Now that's all gone..." The Sorcerer gritted his teeth in frustration.
"So all our lengthy preparations were for nothing?" the respondent asked, feeling bitter. Their extensive preparations were wasted, along with numerous magical materials that were incredibly precious in the outside world.
"You go if you want to. I sure as hell am not going! Hulk is a brainless idiot, and Tony is a madman who can actually think! Forget the Hulk, let him be killed! I'm washing my hands of this!"
Many of the Sorcerers and Metahumans who remained conscious were so enraged they spat blood on the spot. They couldn't catch their breath and nearly fainted as well.
There were quite a few people with dark intentions who had planned to wait for the Hulk to mature, whether to tame him into a loyal slave, transform him into a magical puppet, or simply let him be free to become a future guardian of Earth. Now, all those plans were ruined.
But one thing was clear to all of them, whether they were conscious or had fainted: this time, the Hulk was truly beyond saving.
A portal shimmering with brilliant sparks appeared beside the Hulk, radiating an aura of death.
The Hulk roared hysterically, his power surging once more.
With a single punch, the body of Predaking, who was biting down hard on him, was nearly broken, twisted into a bizarre angle.
Tony could clearly feel Predaking's pain and fury, and even a hint of... panic.
"No one is coming to save you," Tony said, his face a ferocious mask, as he moved to officially end the spent force that was the Hulk.
*Schlick!*
The portal contracted, severing the Hulk's head.
Green blood erupted from the Hulk's neck like a dazzling fountain, shooting dozens of meters into the sky. It surged upward until its momentum was spent, then fell back to earth.
The massive body crashed to the ground. Predaking, still clamped onto the corpse, also collapsed weakly, kicking up a cloud of dust and roaring.
"Finally..."
Tony remained standing, though he had long since lost the ability to move his own body. He was relying entirely on the Allspark in his mind to control the movements of the Supreme God Armor he wore.
Fortunately, he had prepared for this, calculating the worst-case scenario and specifically creating a suit of armor that could be powered by the Allspark even when he was grievously injured.
It had been perilous, and although he hadn't managed to drag out the bastard who interfered, the result was enough to make him emotional, even moving him to tears.
The Hulk had died by his hand.
Abomination, Ross, the Hulk—all of them had died by his hand.
After countless days and months of bitter pursuit, the curtain had finally fallen today.
For a time, his heart had wandered on the edge of darkness. His soul, once filled with light, had been plummeting steadfastly toward the shadows.
But thankfully, his numerous preparations and efforts had not been in vain. He had personally hunted the Hulk, used spatial power to dismember him, and killed him with his own hands.
"I won't let others save you, and I won't give them a chance to revive you!"
Tony gasped for breath, squeezing the last vestiges of power from his battered body to create a portal that devoured the Hulk's corpse. At the same time, Tony controlled his Supreme God Armor to leap in after it.
The surviving Predaking and Grimlock led numerous Transformers to dig deep into the earth, ensuring none of the Hulk's blood or genes were left behind. Massive amounts of soil and scrap parts were tossed into the portal.
Finally, as Predaking and Grimlock barely managed to squeeze through, the magical portal slowly closed.
The million Transformers fell silent. Having lost Tony's control, they became like inanimate objects. Vast stretches of land were piled high with Transformers of all models. Everyone who witnessed this scene felt their heart pound with dread.
They were silent, yet they exuded an all-pervading sense of menace.
The moment that man reappeared, these motionless metal constructs would once again become the Legion of Slaughter, sweeping aside any enemy that stood in their way.
The secular authorities were in a state of utter disarray. The destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters would create an immense amount of work to wrap up, and the most troublesome question of all was how to deal with Tony, who had now bared his fangs.
They feared Tony would become a new Magneto—or worse, someone even more terrifying.
A light breeze swept through, attempting to disperse the lingering stench of blood and smoke, but it was far too weak. In a place so saturated with violent energy, it was utterly futile.
The ground was littered with mountains of shattered metal parts. The mangled corpses of Transformers were strewn everywhere, speaking to the brutality of the battle.
Many people came and went. All were speechless, fraught with worry, terrified, yet forced to wait patiently.
As time passed, certain things gradually fell silent.
Not long after Tony had departed, right in the center of the battlefield, a point that was invisible to most ordinary humans—one existing in the same space but on a more esoteric plane—slowly opened. From within, some strange things began to emerge.
They were several humanoid, skeletal beings, possessing only upper torsos yet able to float in the air without any impediment.
The loyal guardians of time, the strange creatures that Speedsters feared above all else—the Time Wraiths—had been dispatched.
*The second update will be late... From 5 PM yesterday to 6 PM tonight, a train ride of over twenty hours, and I hear it'll be delayed another hour. My whole body is aching right now... The second update will be uploaded late...*
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
At that moment, Sorcerers who studied time, such as those practicing Prophecy Magic, all coughed up blood simultaneously. The weaker among them passed out on the spot.
Those who attempted to use temporal prophecies to foresee Tony's hunt for the Hulk likewise suffered a crazed retaliation from time itself, sustaining grievous injuries in an instant.
Certain individuals in the transcendent domain were terrified.
The immense future potential possessed by this Beast, the Hulk, had once made them covetous. They had silently endured the Hulk's violent destruction, attempting to use the deaths of countless ordinary humans to buy time for him to develop his intelligence and experience.
But then came Tony, an unreasonable man who cared nothing for some grand future, nor for any ridiculous, laughable compromises. His mind was filled with only one thought: how to dismember the Hulk.
What was most troublesome was that Tony had also mastered Space Magic, allowing him to escape at any moment, and Time Magic for Time Manipulation.
Although his usage was rather crude, it was more than enough to give many Sorcerers a headache.
The fluctuation in time forced numerous Sorcerers and those involved to pay a tragic price, one that was utterly unacceptable.
In that instant, the Timeline underwent a massive shift. The future, once blurry but barely discernible, descended into complete chaos. All sorts of bizarre futures intertwined, and someone even saw a comical vision of the Hulk choking to death on a banana.
Any prognosis for this battle had already surpassed the comprehension of many, causing them to cease their activities and quietly await the outcome.
They had finally realized it: Tony was a blunt instrument, a very troublesome and utterly unreasonable one at that. Whoever provoked him was doomed to suffer.
"Don't interfere anymore! Let them fight! It would be best if they destroyed each other!" a Sorcerer cursed, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he gasped for breath.
"What the hell happened just now?"
"If I'm not mistaken, a Higher-Dimensional Being intervened, but suffered a major loss at Tony's hands! What a pity. That simple-minded fellow, the Hulk, could have been tamed into a slave with limitless potential. Now that's all gone..." The Sorcerer gritted his teeth in frustration.
"So all our lengthy preparations were for nothing?" the respondent asked, feeling bitter. Their extensive preparations were wasted, along with numerous magical materials that were incredibly precious in the outside world.
"You go if you want to. I sure as hell am not going! Hulk is a brainless idiot, and Tony is a madman who can actually think! Forget the Hulk, let him be killed! I'm washing my hands of this!"
Many of the Sorcerers and Metahumans who remained conscious were so enraged they spat blood on the spot. They couldn't catch their breath and nearly fainted as well.
There were quite a few people with dark intentions who had planned to wait for the Hulk to mature, whether to tame him into a loyal slave, transform him into a magical puppet, or simply let him be free to become a future guardian of Earth. Now, all those plans were ruined.
But one thing was clear to all of them, whether they were conscious or had fainted: this time, the Hulk was truly beyond saving.
A portal shimmering with brilliant sparks appeared beside the Hulk, radiating an aura of death.
The Hulk roared hysterically, his power surging once more.
With a single punch, the body of Predaking, who was biting down hard on him, was nearly broken, twisted into a bizarre angle.
Tony could clearly feel Predaking's pain and fury, and even a hint of... panic.
"No one is coming to save you," Tony said, his face a ferocious mask, as he moved to officially end the spent force that was the Hulk.
*Schlick!*
The portal contracted, severing the Hulk's head.
Green blood erupted from the Hulk's neck like a dazzling fountain, shooting dozens of meters into the sky. It surged upward until its momentum was spent, then fell back to earth.
The massive body crashed to the ground. Predaking, still clamped onto the corpse, also collapsed weakly, kicking up a cloud of dust and roaring.
"Finally..."
Tony remained standing, though he had long since lost the ability to move his own body. He was relying entirely on the Allspark in his mind to control the movements of the Supreme God Armor he wore.
Fortunately, he had prepared for this, calculating the worst-case scenario and specifically creating a suit of armor that could be powered by the Allspark even when he was grievously injured.
It had been perilous, and although he hadn't managed to drag out the bastard who interfered, the result was enough to make him emotional, even moving him to tears.
The Hulk had died by his hand.
Abomination, Ross, the Hulk—all of them had died by his hand.
After countless days and months of bitter pursuit, the curtain had finally fallen today.
For a time, his heart had wandered on the edge of darkness. His soul, once filled with light, had been plummeting steadfastly toward the shadows.
But thankfully, his numerous preparations and efforts had not been in vain. He had personally hunted the Hulk, used spatial power to dismember him, and killed him with his own hands.
"I won't let others save you, and I won't give them a chance to revive you!"
Tony gasped for breath, squeezing the last vestiges of power from his battered body to create a portal that devoured the Hulk's corpse. At the same time, Tony controlled his Supreme God Armor to leap in after it.
The surviving Predaking and Grimlock led numerous Transformers to dig deep into the earth, ensuring none of the Hulk's blood or genes were left behind. Massive amounts of soil and scrap parts were tossed into the portal.
Finally, as Predaking and Grimlock barely managed to squeeze through, the magical portal slowly closed.
The million Transformers fell silent. Having lost Tony's control, they became like inanimate objects. Vast stretches of land were piled high with Transformers of all models. Everyone who witnessed this scene felt their heart pound with dread.
They were silent, yet they exuded an all-pervading sense of menace.
The moment that man reappeared, these motionless metal constructs would once again become the Legion of Slaughter, sweeping aside any enemy that stood in their way.
The secular authorities were in a state of utter disarray. The destruction of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters would create an immense amount of work to wrap up, and the most troublesome question of all was how to deal with Tony, who had now bared his fangs.
They feared Tony would become a new Magneto—or worse, someone even more terrifying.
A light breeze swept through, attempting to disperse the lingering stench of blood and smoke, but it was far too weak. In a place so saturated with violent energy, it was utterly futile.
The ground was littered with mountains of shattered metal parts. The mangled corpses of Transformers were strewn everywhere, speaking to the brutality of the battle.
Many people came and went. All were speechless, fraught with worry, terrified, yet forced to wait patiently.
As time passed, certain things gradually fell silent.
Not long after Tony had departed, right in the center of the battlefield, a point that was invisible to most ordinary humans—one existing in the same space but on a more esoteric plane—slowly opened. From within, some strange things began to emerge.
They were several humanoid, skeletal beings, possessing only upper torsos yet able to float in the air without any impediment.
The loyal guardians of time, the strange creatures that Speedsters feared above all else—the Time Wraiths—had been dispatched.
*The second update will be late... From 5 PM yesterday to 6 PM tonight, a train ride of over twenty hours, and I hear it'll be delayed another hour. My whole body is aching right now... The second update will be uploaded late...*
(end of chapter)
