Shadow of the Beautiful World

21. Death ends

Thor is dead.

Tony didn't even have to look back, he could feel the Rune King's aura dissipating quickly.

Throwing the last hammer put too much pressure on his already seriously injured body. After all, Thor survived the powerful blow from the Outer God head-on, and even Clark died under the annihilation blade. Down.

He gave everything for this fight.

He fulfilled his oath, and in this confrontation with the Outer God, he never took a step back.

The same goes for everyone else.

Tony Stark looked at the broken stars, all kinds of weird lights shone in the dancing star fragments, as well as the ice sculptures that were swallowed into the cracks in the void.

Those soldiers who have died will also end up with no bones left, but they can no longer think about these things now.

He was the only one who came here.

He wants to follow the blood-stained road and continue to attack that terrifying enemy. This may just be a way to die from hell.

but...

Tony didn't want to spend any more time thinking about it.

He staggered forward.

On his right hand is a distorted Infinity Gauntlet. After such an intense battle, even the most mysterious and powerful Infinity Stone among the stars has become dimmed.

Cracks even appeared on the most frequently used power gem, and the purple fire wrapped around the gloves in an uncontrollable way, making this thing very hot.

Tony could feel the sting of the flames.

But he doesn't care.

He walked forward, wisps of platinum divine power blessed him under his call.

These divine powers from Shazam shaped the armor on Tony, just like his already broken Super Mark suit, but on the new armor, there is light of magical energy.

The full-face helmet closed before Tony's eyes.

Jarvis could no longer assist him, and the artificial intelligence was cut off by the Outer God in some way.

that scary guy...

He really is the ultimate embodiment of death.

On the devastated battlefield, Tony felt a little thirsty. He licked his chapped lips. This action pulled the wound on his cheek, making Tony's expression twitch.

A lot of chaotic thoughts were beating in his mind. He thought of Potts waiting for him on the earth, then thought of the families of these dead comrades, and then suddenly thought of Merlin.

that guy...

It must be difficult for him to drag another Outer God alone in the melting pot of the universe, definitely more difficult than for them to fight against Tyrion.

is he still alive

Is he still holding on?

Or, that guy is dead, crushed to ashes? Or... ran away?

No way?

Confused thinking slowed down Tony's walking speed, and then, in the sound of another compressed star curtain breaking in the starry sky in front of him, Tony saw the figure of the outer god.

He is also miserable.

That cool armor was torn long ago, and the robe on his body was also torn apart in the explosion, turning into rags and hanging on him.

The skull mask on His face was also gone, revealing a burnt face.

Well, that guy should be a handsome man, but now, he is almost like a tramp, even most of his flowing hair has been burned off.

On his abdomen and chest, there were still two terrifying scars. He was trying to heal himself, but the wounds had not been healed.

He is almost at the end of his battle, right?

Tony thought so.

He had heard from Merlin that these two Outer Gods came here just as projections of power, and their bodies could not be carried by the stars, but they were just projections of power, and they wiped out the top heroes on Earth alone them.

How strong is this guy's body?

Can a life of flesh and blood really reach that point?

forget about it.

Tony said something in a low voice, and his walking speed became faster and faster. On this battlefield full of death, beside the corpses of those comrades, he began to run.

The platinum golden divine power blessed Tony, making him faster and faster.

He is a playboy, a rich second generation, a genius who grew up in a honeypot, a guy who is proud of his talents, and a prodigal who occasionally appears to be bohemian.

All of this is true.

But he is also a fighter, and he is also a hero. Although he may be a little tricky occasionally, he will never hesitate when he needs to go all out.

All are dead.

He was the only one left.

We must win!!

Shazam's cry as he was engulfed in the mist seemed to ring in Tony's ears again.

I will win!

Tony stared at the panting Outer God in front of him, he clenched his fists, and in the light of the thunder, he jumped up from running one step, just like the Silver Superman punching and punching.

he said to himself.

It's like saying to those who have died:

We will win!

Eat me with a punch!!!

He has never fought so rudely, like a fighter pumping his fist, so naturally, letting the anger in his heart flow, under the gathering of hope.

This final fist of challenge...

boom

Before Tony's fist landed on Tyrion's cheek, he was kicked in the abdomen by the king of the dead.

He lost control of his whole body, and when Tyrion's arm clasped the shoulder armor, he was thrown over his shoulder and slammed into the starry sky behind the king of the dead.

Tony was thrown into a dizzy state. When he opened his eyes, he saw Lady Death lying in front of him...

The lady fell to the ground, the skull mask on her face was broken, her beautiful eyes had lost their luster, and the weapon in her hand was also broken.

God.

Even death, death...

Tony struggled to get up, but Tyrion grabbed his right arm and pressed him to the ground in a restrained posture.

The king of the dead world was panting, and Tony guessed right, Tyrion's power projection had also reached the point of exhaustion, no matter how strong he was, there was a limit.

But no matter how tired he was, it was still easy to take care of a seriously injured near-God.

Do you want to come up to pick up a bargain, or come to die?

Tony Stark.

Tyrion's tone revealed fatigue, he stared at the struggling Stark with his one eye, and he said:

I have become weaker, Rebel, but that doesn't mean you have become stronger.

ah!

Tony struggled frantically. He urged the power of the Infinity Gauntlet, trying to force the King of the Dead back with a burst of energy. This was already the final showdown.

He must win!

at all costs!

boom

The purple light hit Tyrion's body. This impact, which could have been completely ignored, made the King of the Dead Realm take a few steps back.

Tony, who broke free, was like a crazy tiger. He didn't defend at all. He just waved his fists like that, and in the interlacing of thunder and light, he continued to attack the unarmed Tyrion.

While the latter retreated, he used his hands to resist Tony's frantic attack with ease.

At a certain moment when he passed by, Tyrion sneered.

He clasped his left hand tightly, and suddenly swung out the grip of death. The cold dark red ghost claw was like a hand that slapped a cockroach to death, and slapped Tony hard on the back.

The blow knocked Tony to the ground.

He had a premonition of failure, which was unacceptable to Tony.

He stood up, raised his right hand, and was about to give the outer god in front of him a rising dragon fist, but Tyrion grabbed his wrist in a dangerous way.

The burning Infinity Gauntlet was inches from Tyrion's cheek, but couldn't move any further.

click

With a soft sound, Tyrion crushed the Infinity Gauntlet, which was on the verge of being scrapped, and six rough stones hit the ground, making the sound of glass falling to the ground.

despair.

The light of despair lit up in Tony's eyes. At this moment, he even wanted to give up resistance.

but...

Light.

A golden light lit up at the end of Tony's line of sight.

He could see the petite figure wrapped in that light, he could feel the terrifying power contained in that light, he could feel...

Time to kill!

Arrived!

But what Tony could feel, Tyrion could feel too.

The king of the dead world clasped his fingers again, crushing the bones of Tony's right hand, then turned over and spread his arms, two black straight-edged swords jumped into his hands.

He looked at the rushing Tunmei, gritted his teeth, and swung his sharp blade at the attacker.

ha!

Tony fell to the ground holding his broken right hand, the pain hit his mind, but he still maintained his sanity, he scooped up the Infinity Stone on the ground at an extremely fast speed, and rolled towards the other side.

next second.

boom

A terrifying light erupted behind Tony, as if a sun had been detonated.

The weak outer god was directly knocked away by Tunmei's brutal impact, while Tunmei stayed where she was. In the golden light, she moved her body, adapting to the infinite power continuously gushing out of her body.

Her appearance has also changed.

The purple skirt she always wore turned into gold, and four propeller-like machines emerged from her slender waist. The machines were also golden, and even Tunmei's weird crown.

That ugly, weird crown, which was exactly the same as Tun Xing, also turned golden!

There is also a golden light beating on the long hair flying behind her head.

It's like a vigorous girl cast entirely by golden streamer. It looks a little exaggerated, but under the exaggeration, it represents a Tunmei with 100% satiety.

All hunger in her body has been satisfied.

The satisfied body enters a new life form, which is completely opposite to the original form of devouring playthings.

Now Tunmei no longer devours the world, but continuously releases a huge amount of vitality to the outside world. She is no longer the destroyer of stars, but the messenger of life.

Creator of life.

click

Tunmei moved her fingers.

She looked at the messy battlefield around her, the heroes who died in battle, and finally, she set her sights on the Outer God who was struggling to take pictures in front of her.

She is late.

She didn't... didn't fight alongside those heroes.

She failed them.

A wave of anger exploded in Tunmei's eyes.

She was like a train that started suddenly. In the flow of the golden phantom, she slammed into Tyrion's body with a frontal impact posture. This impact completely shattered the bones of the Outer God.

The king of the dead opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of cold blood.

He was so exhausted that he was powerless to fight back.

defeat...

Sad doom has come.

You nasty wretches! Die, go to hell!

Tunmei screamed, Luanwu's fists kept hitting Tyrion's body, each blow would shatter the power that maintains the existence of the Outer God, just like beating a sandbag crazily.

Tyrion's reaction was strange.

He seemed to have lost interest in fighting back, and just let Tunmei destroy his body.

While being beaten, his one eye looked at the fragments of the starry sky in front of him. Tony Stark was struggling to stand up. The latter used the power of Shazam to shape a mechanical version of the Infinity Gauntlet on his left hand.

Six rough stones were placed in that glove.

Tony was looking at Tyrion with hatred, and he had reason to.

He dragged his broken right arm and walked towards Tyrion. Tunmei also stopped beating at this moment, and she gave up the power of the final blow to Tony.

The last surviving hero is qualified to accept the glory of killing the Outer God.

Tyrion got up.

There was cold blood all over his body, he touched the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, and tried his best to stand up straight in front of Tony.

He looked at Tony Stark, at the Avenger.

He said:

Well played, heroes.

Shut up!

Tony raised his left hand, a deadly light danced on the mechanical infinite gauntlet, he just wanted to kill the Outer God in front of him, he was not interested in listening to what he had to say.

boom

Something was thrown to Tony by Tyrion.

A purple, rhombus-shaped crystal, and some objects like floating catkins shone in it.

Their souls, this is my reward for you.

Tyrion closed his eyes, and He stretched out his arms, dying in peace.

He said:

After the world is reshaped, these dead will be resurrected, but they will lose their memory, they will forget all this, they shouldn't forget...

Throw the soul stone into the furnace.

It will let them remember everything about today, let them know how difficult it is to come to that beautiful, peaceful, warm new world, and let them remember the feats they have made today.

you...

Defeated death.

I lost...

But I'm not resentful, it's not a shame to lose to a great opponent.

A strange smile formed on the corner of the King of the Dead's mouth.

He said:

But don't think this is over. In the coming Burning Era, we will meet again, Tony Stark.

It's meaningless to fight against an opponent who is too weak...

So I hope that by then, you will be stronger, so that I and my legion will feel more fulfilled when we slaughter you next time.

After all, the grievances between us are just beginning!

Tony pursed his lips.

For a moment, he couldn't see through the weird foreign god in front of him.