Marvel, who rescued him? !

"Haha~"

Staring in the direction in which Ultron left, Stark chuckled twice. The laughter was mixed and sounded very weird.

In his opinion, although there was a slight deviation in Ultron's cognition, Stark, as the manufacturer, did not discover and correct it in time.

However, Stark also saw a glimmer of hope and a way out for mankind.

Machines and humans live in harmony, and machines and humans make progress together.

Just like a spark ignited, it quickly spreads and burns, the kinetic energy pushes the lever, pulls the piston, and the steam rises into a mechanical dynasty.

Starlight flickered in Stark's eyes, but before it could spread, he was rudely interrupted.

Captain Carter tugged on the cloak of Thor, the god of thunder, and dragged Thor aside, who was snoring so loudly. He looked at the devastated party scene, with broken limbs and broken arms of robots everywhere, and frowned and said:

"Stark, you must give us an explanation for this matter!"

"Explanation?" Stark glanced at Thor who was smiling and sleeping peacefully, and said with a smile:

"Do you really not know why I did all this?

Do you think I'm some kind of Frankenstein?

Steve, Carter, I risked my life more than once to save the world, but one day I suddenly realized that I couldn't do it anymore, just because of the black hole in the sky of New York that day, and because of these weirdos falling from the sky...

I can't do it, I really can't do it! ! "

Glancing at Thor who looked dead on the ground, Rhodes opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment and then swallowed the whole thing without saying anything.

Steve was slightly stunned. He had always seen what Stark had done during this period.

He knew there was more to Stark than meets the eye.

These things are good and bad, but what is undeniable is that Stark is indeed for all mankind.

Of course, Stark's one mistake can't be used to veto everything he does.

But lessons must be learned.

Now that the problem has occurred, what needs to be solved is as soon as possible, not endless criticism.

"Okay, Stark, you did convince me, so here we are... Avengers Assemble."

As he spoke, Steve kicked up the shield on the ground, his eyes particularly determined.

……

"The magic of love goes round and round

Thinking of you, I am elated, night and day

But I'm afraid that love is just a moment

Gone in a blink of an eye. "

Humming a casual song, Taylor, who was wearing a white casual suit, stepped on the edge of the rooftop with one foot and sat with one foot drooped, holding his chin in one hand and looking down casually.

Not far from his feet, Master Modu had purple eye shadow on his eyes and was wearing a black robe decorated with white magic patterns. He was holding a magic chain tightly in his hand. Together with four other mages, he was watching fiercely. A tethered figure.

The figure's eyes shone with a faint golden light, and it was bound in the air by magic chains like a silkworm chrysalis.

He is Ikaris, a powerful member of the Eternals.

Possessing extraordinary strength and speed, he is good at flying and using sight attacks in battle.

He is arrogant and strong and maintains his lone wolf style. He believes that he is the legitimate leader of the Eternals team, and his own abilities are very similar to Superman, just like a magical Superman.

Now, Ikaris, who was completely restrained, with bulging veins on his face and neck, stared at Master Mordo helplessly and furiously, wishing to tear Master Mordo into pieces with his eyes.

The cold-faced Master Mordo ignored Ikaris. He raised his head and glanced at Taylor, ready to fight, with his hands clasped together, and murderous intent filling his eyes.

"pat-"

Taylor raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and a black flame erupted from his palm.

The next moment, in Ikaris' disbelieving eyes, a lightning-fast force stabbed into his chest.

Blood spurted out, making him feel pain that he had never felt before.

The dissipation of life made him feel the approach of death and the fear of death for the first time.

The flame turned into a pitch-black sword, shining with colorful lights.

"Do not--!!!"

A violent ability burst out from Ikaris, and the energy broke the magic chain and drove back Mordo and the mages.

They watched coldly as Ikaris, vomiting blood, fell from a high altitude into an alley full of garbage.

Ikaris opened his mouth wide and stared at the sharp blade on his chest in disbelief.

He felt as if the Black Death Sword came to life, moaning with satisfaction in Ikaris's chest, like a devil's whisper, greedily sucking the blood all over Ikaris's body.

The black flames spread from the Black Death Sword to Ikaris's whole body, and he, who was as powerful as a god, became weaker and weaker under the Black Death Sword.

"No - save me -"

In fear and pleading, the skinny Ikaris quickly extinguished the last bit of life.

Jumping down, he raised his hand and pulled out the Black Death Sword.

Falling behind Taylor, expressionless Master Modu took a step forward and asked respectfully:

"What should we do next."

doing what?

Looking at the dead bodies on the ground, Taylor tapped his fingers lightly on the Black Death Sword. Blood droplets spattered, and a clear groan came from the dark sword body.

After killing several Eternals, the Black Death Sword finally looked like a symbiote and could communicate simply with Taylor.

Blood, devouring, massacre, power...

Several brief images came into Taylor's mind.

Taylor stood in the sea of ​​​​blood and corpses, respectfully holding the Black Death Sword, and several black-clothed mages knelt at Taylor's feet.

The next moment, the flames burned, and Taylor laughed ferociously in the flames.

What's with this... strong feeling of being a middle-aged girl?

After thinking for a while, several images were sent back to the Black Death Sword by Taylor.

The earth shattered, and new gods emerged.

The hammer of thunder flew up and the Black Death Sword shattered.

The gods come and the world collapses...

hum-

The Black Death Sword seemed to be set to vibration mode, and kept squeaking in Taylor's hand.

Looking at the Black Death Sword that seemed to have collapsed, Taylor put it away expressionlessly.

comfort?

Huh~

This series of operations confused Modu, who was waiting for an answer, but he couldn't ask again, so the scene fell silent for a while.

This brief embarrassment did not last long, as a meteor streaked across the sky.

"Stark?" Looking at the figure in the sky, the familiar armor made Taylor couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he quickly determined that that person was not Stark.

The figure holding the spiritual scepter sped past, and Taylor jumped into the sky to catch up.