Lawful Black Dragon in Marvel

"Nothing, I've never been more energetic."

Stark rubbed his bird's nest-like hair, his face was listless, and there were dark circles under his glasses, like an evil spirit in a horror movie.

Jarvis jumped out the next second and said, "You haven't slept a wink in 26 hours, sir."

Stark: ""

"Looking at your current state, it's better to rest at home. I won't disturb you." Natasha rubbed her nose and prepared to leave.

Stark didn't watch her walk into the elevator, his eyes were filled with concern for his former teammates.

Stark could guess the purpose of Natasha's visit. After all, the Stark Group alone had more than 20 satellites in the sky, and the riots in San Francisco were immediately sent to Jarvis's information library.

But he doesn't care about that now.

Pepper lost his temper because he was still playing with these armors, and the two broke up after the party. They have not met or spoken on the phone to this day.

She never seems to understand who she is doing this for

The person you love the most, the person you protect with all your strength

He didn't understand the meaning of what he was doing at all

Stark took a deep breath, staggered back two steps, and felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if shrapnel had penetrated into his heart, and then his vision went black.

"Jarvis"

"Sir, are you okay, sir?"

"Obviously, he has fainted. This is the result of drinking coffee all day and night without eating or sleeping."

A pure white skeleton walked out of the void, supporting Stark's leaning body to prevent him from hitting his brain stem directly with the back of his head against the corner of the table.

Jarvis was silent for a moment, then suggested in the database that the last "person" who entered Stark's underground laboratory in the same way was the black suit last time.

"Mr. Skull, what should I call you?"

"Just a skeleton."

"I hope you can lend a helping hand, he needs help."

"I can tell."

The palm of the skeleton controlled by Fanir glowed with green light and landed on Stark's chest. After a while, more than a dozen iron slags of different sizes were sucked out, the wounds healed, and the dark circles on his face disappeared.

He put one hand next to the reactor, pulled it off along with the deck, and then quickly repaired the chest wound.

It was Pepper Potts who should have prompted him to make the decision, but now that he was involved in it, Stark not only failed to relieve his anxiety disorder, but also further aggravated it.

Just think of this as compensation. Anyway, it's just getting things back on track that should have happened.

Before turning into an egg, Faneuil could not be said to be a senior Marvel fan, but he was a senior Iron Man fan.

At first, I liked his calm, arrogant and arrogant attitude the most. Of course, his love for armor was also a big part of the reason.

After all, steel is the romance of men

Apart from that, my favorite is Uncle Wolf, who is violent and emotional, endless and indestructible, with tragedy written all over him.

It's a pity that there are no mutants in this world, no little bitches and no Uncle Wolf.

Keke, pull away

"When he wakes up, help me tell him that Killian and the Mandarin are both dead. There is no need to worry anymore. In addition, this treatment is the same as last time. It is still a transaction, and the reward is this micro-reactor."

Faneuil said to Jarvis, then threw the reactor he just took out from Stark's chest and slowly disappeared into the void.

Jarvis fell silent.

Without Stark's permission, he had no right to mobilize any machine to move Stark. He could only watch Stark lying on the ground, looking like he was just asleep now.

Faneuil did this on a temporary basis and did not have time to pay attention to Stark. However, there was no need to pay special attention to it. Stark Tower was too close to his residence and was directly within the range of passive perception.

After rescuing Stark, Faneuil casually threw the nuclear reactor into the subspace passed to him by Dragon Mother. His perception extended all the way and locked onto the two people in the Pacific Ocean again.

The sky gradually dimmed.

New York was shrouded in darkness, and the scorching sun on the Pacific Ocean slowly dropped, turning into a red fireball.

"No wait, let's go down and take a look first."

The werewolf swordsman drew a magic circle in front of him, and then prepared to dive into the water, but saw the bear man fighting wildly and motionless.

"Um"

"We bears are not born with the ability to learn magic, so I need to learn the spell of underwater breathing." The bear raised his paw and rubbed his big head with a look on his face.

The werewolf swordsman raised his hand and cast a spell on him, then took off the heavy sword from his back and instantly slipped into the water.

The bear man took a deep breath and dived.

The two of them went all the way down, gradually reaching a position where the light on the sea surface could not reach. It was already evening, and it was pitch black below.

Fortunately, both of them have the ability to see in the dark, so it's not a problem.

However, the spherical compass that originally pointed downward suddenly began to shake, swaying from side to side. When it continued to dive and saw the bottom of the sea, it simply turned into a top in the ball, and the blind chicken pointed

The werewolf stopped the bearman from continuing to wander around like a dog, closed his eyes and meditated for a moment, and activated the runes on the heavy sword.

He suddenly drew his sword out of nowhere and swung it hard against the empty seabed.

"Boom".

It was like the sound of a soap bubble being popped with a needle.

A ray of light appeared in the dark sea water, and the position of the light was exactly where the werewolf's heavy sword had crossed.

"Enchantment."

The werewolf's face looked very ugly.

If you scan this kind of enchantment with your "mind's eye", you will feel that the style of this enchantment is almost the same as the black dragon's lair enchantment, but it is much weaker than the adult black dragon's enchantment.

The appearance of an enchantment indicates that the dragon egg has hatched.

Although both of them are strong men at the level of sword masters and are top-notch in other worlds, almost approaching the strength of the gods, the werewolf is still a little scared.

After all, this is a catastrophe that only occurs once in thousands of years.

According to records, the last time it appeared, a disaster dragon that had lived for 300 years killed 140 seven true gods and 63 god kings.

Those existences that usually act like masters of creatures in the lower world are like crispy horns of divine meat in front of the disaster dragon.

"I'll go in and take a look."

The werewolf was stunned, and the bearman broke into the barrier first. It was too late to stop him from opening his mouth.

After hesitating for half a second, the werewolf followed suit, and the barrier slowly healed behind them.

There is still an ocean inside but it is a shallow sea and there are small islands.

The two of them were suspended in the water, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

Dragons, lots of dragons

It is different from the dragon in the werewolf's perception.

Most of them are seven or eight meters long, with slender bodies, four corners, only a pair of short and thick front claws, and thin and slender fins on their bodies. Once they swim, they look like streamers, with different colors and dazzling colors.

The bear man scratched his chest and sighed:

"This is a new subspecies"