Chapter 1908: Shackles of Thorns, Game Begins
Stark's attack methods are mainly radioactive attacks based on high-energy physics. Although he himself would occasionally get off the field in person, playing with fists and kicks, but that was not the right way for him.
Why go up and fight like a beast when a problem that can be solved with a beam cannon? It's illogical and doesn't fit his image of a civilized man. Of course, it may also have something to do with his lack of boxing skills, but generally speaking, he still believes in the truth that guns are better than fists.
However, the situation in front of him is that his truth has no way to work on Smith Zhou. Even if he really tried his best, he didn't miss any place where a cannon barrel could be plugged in. However, it seemed that he used all his skills just to make a joke. His jedi counterattack, his desperate fight, just released dazzling fireworks in the air, and when it comes to the strength of the attack, nothing is better than nothing.
This is not an internal problem. His own body knew it well, and after making such a decision, no matter how he said it, he would not release such a squib. If we really talk about the reason, I am afraid that the change of the external environment is the key to the problem.
Having seen what Smith Zhou did before, he never doubted whether he had the ability to do this. Others may not have this ability, but for Smith Zhou who can rewrite the basic rules, it really is not difficult. As expected, after he carefully scanned the surrounding environment, he immediately discovered that many components in the air had essential changes in the refractive index and thermal expansion. This change caused his beam weapon to consume 7788% of its power halfway before it hit the target. And even if it finally fell on Smith Zhou's body, there would be no impact reaction at all through conventional thermal expansion.
The result is like a big firework, which is full of drama and mockery for him. Facing such a situation, while his heart was full of humiliation and unwillingness, he also immediately realized such a problem.
I'm afraid that my plan will not work, and if this is the case, then suicide becomes the best choice. Splashing blood on Smith Zhou's body made him realize that he had no way of knowing what he was planning. Maybe this would help him get rid of that terrible malice?
This kind of possibility is even more minimal, but Stark feels that he has the need to try it anyway. And just when he was about to do it himself, inserting the arm covered with armor straight into his heart, the voice from Smith Zhou had already reached his ears at this time.
"Tony Stark, do you think you can use death to end all this? You are too naive. Death is not the end. I can definitely pull you back from death. Even if you don't want to come back to life, I still It can imprison your soul and let you see this big scene from beginning to end. It is impossible for you to escape from all this,
So wouldn't it be better to change your mind and try to stop me? "
"And this is what you want, right? Watching me struggle in vain, I can only watch everything play out according to your script?"
Stark knew what kind of ghost idea Smith Zhou was planning, and that was why he would rather die. Smith Chou has enough ability to make his efforts to disappear into nothingness, and it feels too bad to be unable to do anything and just watch it happen.
At this moment, he could only complain in grief and indignation, "I can't let my child become a plaything in your hands!"
"No, Stark, that should be up to you."
Facing the accusation, Smith Zhou was happy. However, he took care of Stark's emotions. After all, it might not be a good thing for him to make Stark too pessimistic. So he said that to him right away.
"Try to think about it. If you do nothing, then he will be the protagonist of my play, a tragic character like Hamlet in my vision. But if you do something, I mean you If you can give me a little unexpected surprise like just now, maybe you have a chance to change everything?"
This was throwing a fragrant bait, and knowing that there was a hook in the bait, Stark still had to choose to swallow the bait.
He had no other hope. Even if the hope in front of him was a pie that Smith Zhou had clearly drawn for him, it was a trap, and he had to get into it.
"You're right, I must stop all of this, I must let Frank escape from your clutches. This is what I must do, even if I gamble everything I can give."
As if self-hypnotizing, Stark's eyes had already begun to flicker with flames. This is the look in the eyes of a beleaguered beast, the feeling of a person in a desperate situation desperately grasping for hope. Smith Zhou was very happy that he could arouse his fighting spirit, but he also understood that letting Stark mess around without restriction would make this drama out of control.
To say that the most troublesome person in the world, there must be Stark. Let him participate in a well-arranged game without making any restrictions on him, and the final result must be very surprising. Smith Zhou didn't reject such a surprise, but he didn't want it to turn into a shock. So, facing Stark who had decided to give it a go, a sneer appeared on his face.
"Yes, you will bet everything and try everything possible to destroy this plan of mine. However, I will not let you destroy it so easily. I will put chains on you and put on the last Strong shackles. I want you to know that you should stop things that shouldn't happen, but you just don't have the ability to stop them. And first, the first step is, I want to deprive you of your words!"
"Tony Stark, son of Howard Stark, you will be speechless!"
Like a statement, but like a curse. Stark suddenly felt a tingling in his throat, and then his tongue was so numb that he couldn't feel it at all.
He wanted to question what Smith Zhou had done to him, but all he could say was a vague whine. It was as if his dexterous, venomous tongue had ceased to exist at all. He completely lost the ability to speak,
The loss of this important body sense made Stark turn pale with fright. He never thought that Smith Zhou would have such a weird method. What worries him the most is that this is only the beginning.
This is of course just the beginning. After all, Smith Zhou set up a tragic stage. Of course, it was impossible for him to let one of the important characters on this stage be affected by such an insignificant amount. To deprive him of words, just to prevent him from raving about these plans. Just because he doesn't use words doesn't mean he can't reveal all of this. So the next step should be...
"Tony Stark, you will not be able to read!"
A strange sense of peeling made Stark realize something subconsciously. He quickly searched around, judging from the places where words might exist. But when he found what he wanted, the answer shocked and unbelievable.
He found the words, but he couldn't tell what they meant. Although it is true that there may be some special words that belong to the type that ordinary people cannot recognize, he can be sure that the words that are composed of only five or six letters and printed on porcelain will be of this type.
And thinking about it again, he even forgot all the spellings of the words. Although he can barely recognize the most basic things like ABCD, other than that, he can't even spell his own name.
"What kind of evil magic is this?"
His heart was roaring crazily, but he couldn't express any degree of dissatisfaction with Smith Zhou except for whining.
There is no doubt that this is a more vicious trick. Lost language, just simply unable to speak. And as long as you find an acquaintance and write down what you want to say, then communication will not be a problem.
But now, he can't even write, which almost cuts off all the possibilities for him to communicate with outsiders. Even if there are still some abstract abilities that can help him contact the outside world, such abilities are not so easy to obtain.
Stark was anxious in his heart, he had imagined the difficulties he would face in this situation. And this is still not all that Smith Zhou prepared for him.
In Stark's face, he held out his hand, haunted by the same smoldering light he had unleashed in the first place. Compared with the previous form, the densely packed thread balls are obviously much less. This makes it look a little sparse, but Stark does not dare to underestimate the existence of this light.
He has already verified the magic of this spell with his own eyes, and no matter how stupid a person is, it is impossible for him to underestimate it at this time. So his eyes were full of fear.
This kind of fear was seen by Smith Zhou, and he immediately laughed at Stark.
"Are you afraid of this kind of power, right? Yes, after seeing its power, you have no reason not to be afraid. In the magic, this is the existence at the top, and even if it is the traitor of the ancient one, she It is only a superficial understanding of this kind of magic. Mediation of good fortune, which truly symbolizes the mysterious meaning of magic, is the power of good fortune and changing all things. Some people foolishly think that this is only used to change the material form, which is simply stupid. No matter how the form of matter changes, it is still constructed from the same foundation, and it is meaningless to change these. Only by changing the most basic can the magic of this spell be truly displayed."
"Have you seen these threads? They are the most basic existence that constitutes this world. In the east, they are called fate, cause and effect, and in the west, they are called fate. And your scientific community has also guessed its existence and crowned it The name of a cosmic string. Although it is just a theory for you, it is undeniable that you have come into contact with the real truth."
"The profound meaning of magic is to look at everything in the world from a higher perspective, and if you look at everything with this theory of fate, everything is not unchangeable. This is the root of your inability to understand it, because Your perspective has not yet reached that higher-dimensional level. Of course, this power is not unlimited. It is like the beams and columns that make up a building. If you want to simply change the structure of a building, just change a Two beams are useless. But here, I have to say, Tony Stark, your influence on this world is indeed very special."
"There are only so many lives I can control at one time, and just depriving you of such an insignificant little ability is already consuming so much! Look at the number of them, maybe it's just enough to put on you again." A layer of shackles. And what kind of shackles should be suitable? Let me think..."
Having said that, his smile became malicious. That feeling, from Stark's point of view, seemed like some crazy prank had really come to a climax.
This is not an illusion, but the fact that it is. Because at this time, Smith Zhou still confided his most evil thoughts to him.
"Yes, so be it. Tony Stark, you will completely lose all memory of your son, Frank Stark. You will forget his face, forget his voice, and never remember !"
"No, no, no..." Stark roared in his heart, wanting to grab Smith Zhou's hand like crazy, wanting to stop the change of fate in his hand. However, he was too late. Because at this time, the blankness in his brain had already engulfed him like a tide. Frank's voice echoed in his ears, and Frank's face appeared in front of his eyes. Everything was vivid in his mind, and then, everything seemed to be like a bubble, completely shattered in front of him.
He lost them, even though he tried desperately to remember, to imprint these things that were still echoing in his brain firmly in his heart, but he lost them in the end. Completely, completely empty. All memories have been marked with blank scars.
Whether it is the appearance of his baby curled up in his arms, or the expression and color of his growing up like a little adult, they have all been described as blank in his brain.
He remembered Frank, and this son of his, and how deeply he felt for him. But he just couldn't remember what he looked like, and he couldn't remember the sound of him calling himself... This is simply a big joke.
Pain, confusion, and the feeling of being hollowed out made Stark kneel down on the ground dejectedly. Seeing his lost look, Smith Zhou shook his empty hand, then picked him up with a smirk.
"Everything is ready, and the curtain will be opened soon. Stark, I am looking forward to the final outcome, and I am looking forward to what kind of efforts you can make. However, there is one more thing... ..There is no place for you in the current script, so go to a distant place and struggle. Go to the depths of the starry sky and find your way home.”
"Don't worry, I won't let you forget everything you have in this world. The last mercy I give you is that when you are in your dreams, you will recall their existence! But remember, stay You won't have too much time! Your fate, your son's fate, are all in your hands... The game is about to begin!"