Chapter 1065 Shocking the Ordinary People (End)

When Tony Stark threw away the body that had been shackled him for a long time and his soul came to the kingdom of death, the potential of the Iron Devil was completely liberated.

His wisdom that stood above the universe and reached the pinnacle of life made him an unparalleled person and power.

The huge phantom of the Iron Demon gradually condensed into a substantial and violent mechanical army, covering the entire sky of the Kingdom of Death. When seeing the Goddess of Death, Iron Man said to her in an emotionless and indifferent mechanical tone:

"Return the price Schiller paid you to him."

Death stood on the ground, looked up at the sky, tutted his lips, and then said: "So, you want to break the contract?"

She grabbed the void with one hand, and one of Schiller's arms appeared in her hand. Death pinched Schiller's arm, shook it to Stark, and said, "Here is the price he paid me. Don't be surprised. I don't need to absorb these powers."

"I am infinite, and there is no point in absorbing any more power. It's just that what he gave me is quite interesting..."

"If you want to take it back, in addition to paying something to replace it, you also have to pay extra liquidated damages. This is what Schiller taught me."

"I won't pay anything to replace it, nor will I pay you any liquidated damages." Stark still answered in a flat mechanical synthesized voice.

Death took a deep breath and pressed her chest, as if trying to suppress her anger. She said, "I found that if I don't make my words clearer, you shameless humans will not understand how shameless you have done!"

"It all started because I didn't terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time, and that lunatic named Schiller took the beacon I left for them and harassed me crazily!"

Death was so angry that she couldn't vent it on Schiller, who was cooperating with her. Now it happened that this guy called Iron Demon God seemed to be Schiller's friend. Are they all birds of a feather? Can't scold Schiller? Can't I scold you?

As Death said, all the tragedies started on the scale of the Egyptian pantheon. After Schiller saw the scale, he felt that the Egyptian pantheon was so weak that it could have its own Hall of Valor, so why couldn't he have it?

But in fact, this is because Death has a different concept of time from humans. The Egyptian pantheon has declined for thousands of years, which is not enough time for Death to take a nap. She did not terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time, and did not take back the token, so it was left to Schiller and became a harassing phone call.

It is equivalent to Death doing nothing, walking on the street, and suddenly met a madman, pulling him to start selling.

Death felt very annoyed, so she resolutely refused to sign a contract with him. As a result, this person found her company and made a big fuss, so that the boss Fa kicked her and her brothers and sisters out of the company.

That's fine, at least when she was kicked out, she took a house with her. Death thought, can't I just stay in the house and not come out?

As a result, Schiller sued her boss Yongheng again, and her transaction with the resurrection quota was exposed, and she couldn't even make extra money.

I won't mention this. As a result, Schiller, who had just cut off the resurrection quota of all gods and civilizations, turned around and went to these gods and civilizations to pretend to be a good person, and united them to protest to Death and get back the resurrection quota.

Death was annoyed and agreed to them and established the United Heaven. As a result, when he looked back, he found that the contract was full of traps.

Before Death went to Schiller to settle the account, Schiller came to him first, not only took the initiative to make up for the loopholes in the contract, but also brought her a good book as a Christmas gift, with the condition that only a few humans would be resurrected.

After hitting a stick and giving a sweet date, Death gave up on herself and agreed to Schiller.

As a result, not long after the deal was reached, the Iron Demon came and said that he would breach the contract and did not want to pay the penalty.

Now, there is a sentence lingering in Death's mind-are you humans sick? !

And then, there is another sentence-if you are sick, go and get treatment, can you please not touch me? !

Recalling the experience of being cheated all the way, Death was so angry that she laughed. The tiger didn't show its power, and it really treated her as a sick cat?

So, she looked at the Iron Devil and said, "You want to get your friend's soul back without paying any price. There is no such good thing in this world. I will only give you three seconds, otherwise..."

Death smiled, put Schiller's arm close to her mouth, and made a swallowing expression. She could already imagine how painful it would be for Stark when he ate the soul of his most valued friend bite by bite.

This damned group of humans should be punished, and this time, she is not an evil perpetrator, but a righteous avenger.

Thinking of this, Death felt that this feast of revenge was not exciting enough, so she waved her hand, and a dining table appeared on the barren plain. Schiller's arm was placed in the center of the table, and Death put on a gorgeous dress, sat in front of the table, tied a napkin for herself, and picked up a knife and fork.

As she began to cut Schiller's soul, she said, "You can just stand there and watch your friend's soul being devoured bit by bit."

Countless mecha armies flew over here, but their bombings and even suicide attacks had no effect. This was the territory of death, and even other abstract entities could not defeat death here.

Death looked up at the huge Iron Devil and said with a smile, "Don't stand there stupidly. Come down and have dinner with me, and taste the pain and heartbreak of loss..."

To Death's surprise, Stark really appeared next to the dining table, but he was still in the form of the Iron Devil, but he had returned to the size of an ordinary person. With the light of data flowing in his eyes, he approached the dining table step by step.

Death supported his chin with his hand and said, "I really don't know how such a tiny human dares to come here and negotiate with the great Death?"

Stark's movements became very mechanical. He walked to the dining table and sat down. He turned his head and stared at Death with his eyes, and said, "Because I have bargaining chips to negotiate with you."

"Oh? What is it?" Death showed a disdainful smile, looked at Stark jokingly and said, "If it is some kind of power, I advise you not to speak. I have said that I am the source of power and do not need any additional power."

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Stark nodded, did not deny, but continued, "But you need Death."

Death paused for a moment when he picked up the fork, and Stark continued, "There is Death in the universe, and then there is you. You are Death, and you need Death."

"So what?" Death asked.

"This is my bargaining chip." Stark turned his head again, but for some reason, when he was stared at by those cold eyes that only flowed with information and data, Death suddenly had a bad premonition.

And then, what Stark said made her premonition come true.

"The human body is my shackles, and as long as I am willing to give up the human form, upgrade to other life forms, and give up my humanity and emotions as a human, and become an existence with only goals and logic, I can eliminate all death in the universe."

Stark blinked mechanically again, looked at death and said: "If you can see everything in the universe, then you should understand that in such a future, the universe will be ruled by machines."

"All organisms with birth, aging, illness and death will be transformed by me into inorganic bodies that only need to replace parts to have infinite life and will never die."

As Stark narrated, the shadows of the mechanical army began to boil continuously, like an amazing storm.

Death looked up at the gradually darkening sky, her eyes gradually widened, and Stark's devilish whisper continued:

"Gathering the resources of the entire universe, I can transfer the thinking organs of all intelligent life into mechanical bodies, and replace every part that may be damaged for them without interruption, so that they can have eternal and flawless life, forever, forever... away from death."

"No..." Death murmured, she raised her head and kept scanning the storm over the Kingdom of Death. The mechanical army ready to go did not have any murderous intent, but was full of compassion.

Death read out their instructions. The Iron Demon asked them not to kill any life. On the contrary, they should plunder their thinking organs, extract their souls, and pour them into the unconscious mechanical bodies to achieve eternal immortality.

All civilized individuals, animals, plants, cosmic demons, and all beings with thoughts will be swept by the mechanical storm, and the universe will usher in an irresistible inorganic catastrophe. From then on, there will be no more death.

Death stood up from the table in a panic, looking at the mechanical army flying out in groups. She tightly grasped the broken knife in her hand, with a light flashing in her eyes, obviously looking at the future through the timeline.

At the end of the choice branch, Death only saw a pair of eyes.

Exactly the same as the Iron Man in front of her, those were a pair of eyes without emotion, only data flowing through them, and the cold eyes made Death feel as if her throat was strangled.

"Stop... Stop now!!!" Death screamed, "You can't do this! You will destroy the universe!"

"Damn it! You crazy people! You crazy humans!!!" Death collapsed and grabbed her hair and said, "You are really crazy! Stop now!!!"

Then, she stood there, took a deep breath, grabbed the arm on the table, threw it to Stark, and said, "Take it! Get out of my sight... Get out of my sight, I don't want to see you again!!!"

But Stark, who was sitting there, seemed to be unaware of it. He also stood up, came to the opposite side of Death, and said to her, "My friend Schiller, there is an irreparable scar on the soul, do you have any solution?"

The goddess of death stood there, staring at Stark blankly and said, "Not only did you breach the contract, take back the deposit, and not pay the penalty, but you also wanted me to help you treat the disease for free... And the one you treated was Schiller?!!!!!!!"

Death reached out and covered her forehead. If she really had blood pressure, she would have fainted by now. But Stark just stared at him indifferently, and his eyes conveyed a message that he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Are you kidding me?! You, you are Tony Stark! Aren't you a superhero?! How can you destroy the universe?! I have never seen a Tony Stark like you!!!" Death even roared a little aggrieved.

But after a while, she took a deep breath and said, "It's all the fault of that damn Schiller! The universe is fine without him! He is the only one who has so many problems!!!"

"Forget it, isn't it just this injury?" Death gritted her teeth and said, "Let me see...Okay, it can be cured, do you want to cure it?"

Stark looked at Death in silence until the angry expression on Death's face began to stiffen. Then, she slowly restrained the twisted expression on her face, turned back to the previous joke, and said, "You are still quite smart, and you didn't fall for it."

"How are you going to cure it?" Stark asked a key question.

Death walked towards him and looked at him with a smile, saying: "The wound on Schiller's soul comes from a very bad memory, and I can delete all the memories related to it, so that he will be healed."

When saying this, Death narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through this timeline and the future ending full of blood and war.

But then, she shook her head with some regret and said, "It's a pity that you are still quite smart and actually noticed it."

"However, this is not entirely a trap." Death restrained his expression and said to Stark seriously, "The scar is actually a memory in essence. If you really want to completely heal him, you can only delete the memory."

"You made such a big noise, there should be other beings who have discovered you. If you don't believe it, you can ask them. My stupid brothers and sisters will only give you the same answer."

After that, Death reached out and touched Stark's visor, tilted his head, stared into his eyes and said, "As long as you give me a positive answer, your friend will no longer have those dark and painful pasts."

"Believe me, Schiller's past is more painful than you think, and he can't save himself at all. As his good friend, you should help him, help him get out of the sea of ​​suffering and get happiness..."

Death's face was almost touching Stark's nose. When their eyes met, Stark heard countless chants, like a hymn to heaven.

In the holy sound, tender children's voices sang the song of friendship. They said that friends should help each other, and it is not a sin to help friends. If he cannot save himself, you should be the savior...

Then Death said again: "There are too many trivial and ordinary things in your memories. It is not worth your preservation, nor is it worth your pain. If you can eliminate them and gain happiness, why not do it?"

"Only by no longer being troubled by those vulgar things can we move towards a greater and happier future..."

Stark slowly opened his mouth, and Death seemed to have heard his affirmative answer.

A starry sky slowly unfolded behind Death, and the entire Death Kingdom merged into one, becoming a place where endless mysteries flowed back. Death, as the cornerstone of the universe, revealed her true greatness.

When ordinary mortals would go crazy for the endless truth and mystery at a glance, the cold data flow in Stark's eyes gradually receded, and another kind of light burst out from the indifference.

That was an unexpected and intense emotion that Death, who was watching him, felt. It was the emotion and love that these abstract entities could perform but could never truly possess.

"... No."

Stark uttered a word that was completely opposite to Death's expectations. Death stretched out his arms made of the starry sky, held Stark's face, looked at him with eyes full of infinite mysteries, and asked: "Why do you refuse? Why don't you complete your mission of saving?"

Stark's eyes revealed a pain that Death could not understand. Death stroked his eyes with his hands, but Stark closed his eyes and said.

"If Schiller felt pain for his past, he could choose to forget it himself, instead of asking anyone to help him forget it."

"If he has not forgotten it, it means that there are things in this memory that he must remember, and these things may be more precious than all the pain in that memory combined."

"Therefore, he would rather endure torture than forget it, just like my past."

"The pain brought to me by the death of Howard and Maria is far less than the comfort brought to me by the good times I spent with them. If I have the opportunity to choose, I will never choose to forget."

"Death... Death..." Stark took the initiative to reach out his hand, touched the cheek of death, and said to her: "In this world, all lives with emotions and wisdom cannot defeat you, but we have also defeated you."

Through the endless veil of death, Stark looked at the distance hidden behind death, and said:

"Prosperous civilizations and prosperous cities are all built in the death and rebirth of generations."

"Faced with death, we all feel an inevitable fear, because we are weak, because we are small..."

Stark took a few steps back, and his figure began to become more and more ethereal, while death stretched out his arms forward, as if to reach the prosperous universe that she could never reach through him.

Before Stark's figure disappeared, only his emotional voice was left, echoing in the kingdom of death, which made the desolation and emptiness here more obvious, and also made the loneliness of death, whose arms still had the intention of retaining.

"Ordinary people like me will eventually return to your arms."

"But the heritage and spirit we left behind, the friendships and family ties we established, the cities and civilizations we built..."

"The memories that remain in our memories, which keep us awake at night and break our hearts, and the treasures that they protect and make us remember them for a lifetime, together constitute this amazing world."

"The insignificance compared to your greatness will leave behind... vulgarity, which will never die."

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