Chapter 1332 Interstellar Stage (Thirty-Nine)

In fact, not only Xu Shang was confused, but Stark in mid-air was also confused.

This fight was not fought by him at all.

Indeed, he was now standing in mid-air in his battle suit, facing Strange, but in fact, he was looking at the experimental data on the light screen in front of him.

The reason was that no matter which world Stark was in, he could not tolerate such excessive ridicule. As Schiller said, the three best keywords to provoke Stark were money, male virility, and he was not as good as his father.

Strange opened his mouth and not only stepped on the landmine accurately, but also exerted his subjective initiative and continued to go deeper, involving Stark's daughter Helen, which made Stark even more furious. Even if that was not actually his daughter, he could not accept the fantasy that he would embarrass his daughter.

So, Stark asked Jarvis to arm him, and threw the first punch in the suit, and then he heard Jarvis' voice in his ear: "Sir, is it the same as usual?"

Stark had practiced fighting, and his fighting skills were quite good. At that time, his mind was full of how to fight. Jarvis asked him suddenly, and he was afraid of being exposed, so he said "hmm".

What happened next had nothing to do with him.

The suit moved by itself, and it moved very smoothly, and then a bunch of experimental data appeared in front of him, and it was still sliding down at a speed that was very suitable for his browsing habits.

When Stark found out that he couldn't control the suit at all, his first reaction was a little panic.

Although Iron Man never told others, in fact, one of the top three things he was most worried about was that the suit was out of control.

In order to prevent this cross-era weapon from getting out of control, Stark would even deliberately sacrifice certain performance to ensure safety and controllability. He would never allow his inventions to get out of his control.

Then came a kind of anxiety full of insecurity. The fact that the suit was moving on its own and even carrying him around reminded him of all kinds of terrible scenes, such as the crisis of the intelligent machines, such as the suit holding him hostage and kidnapping him, and such as the suit suddenly exploding, killing him and the people around him.

Extreme anxiety surged up in an instant, and Jarvis immediately started to call the police. Based on the principle of not revealing the truth, Stark barely stabilized his emotions.

But this emotion did not last long, because another kind of uneasiness and anxiety replaced the anxiety caused by uncontrollability, that is, Stark suddenly found that the Supreme Sorcerer on the opposite side was ridiculously strong. If he controlled the suit himself, he might not be able to beat him at all.

In Stark's universe, the magician's battle is just three tricks, pulling into the mirror space, summoning the red belt of Cytorak, and summoning the energy whip. Although the weapons are composed of magic, most of them are melee.

In fact, Stark asked Strange this question. No matter in which country's mythology and legends, magicians should be long-range professions. Why do the Supreme Sorcerer and the mages of Kamar-Taj have to rush up and fight with others in close combat?

In response to Stark's question, Strange gave a bitter smile. His answer can be roughly summarized into two points: First, there is not so much energy, and the energy emitted will be consumed. It is better to hold it in your hand as a weapon, and use it less; second, there are too few types of magic. Ancient magicians can only fight in close combat.

In fact, the second point can also be attributed to the first point, because the inability to innovate magic types can also be attributed to too little energy and the inability to experiment.

Although Kamar-Taj has always emphasized returning to nature and simplicity, this concept is actually formed because magicians have always been poor and do not emphasize simplicity. If there is a little waste, it is not the money that is paid, but it is very likely to be their own internal organs, eyeballs and even souls.

After learning this cruel truth, Stark almost lost interest in magic. Although technology is bound by materials science and the rules of the universe, it is dancing in shackles, but at least nature selflessly gives humans materials for experiments and learning.

Mother Earth is tolerant, but the demon is not.

But now, Stark can only use one word to describe the Supreme Sorcerer opposite, that is "fancy".

Strange was seen floating in the air, his short black hair dancing in the wind, his hands swinging up and down to form a circle, and finally stopped at his chest.

With a "swish", hundreds of huge energy arms stretched out behind him, each hand making different gestures, flashing different colors of light, representing the power of different civilizations.

With a light wave of one arm, the power from the crimson dimension of Cytorak was no longer a waving ribbon, but a surging sky-high wave, ruthlessly hitting Iron Man.

At this moment, Stark was panicking. He thought he had made a wrong judgment. Was Strange really his enemy? Otherwise, why would he use so much power to attack him?

Before Stark called Jarvis, he felt that he had climbed a distance at the fastest speed. In an instant, countless light spots were constantly rotating around the iron suit.

In an instant, Stark seemed to be in a sea of ​​stars.

Within a few tenths of a second when Stark had no time to react, all the light spots expanded in a way invisible to the naked eye, and countless shield robots intersected directly in front of Stark, condensing into a shield.

A blue light flashed, and the red wave disappeared without a trace, and then it was Iron Man's turn.

More and more light spots flashed, and the mechanical army covered the clouds, and then formed a converging storm. Stark felt a blackness in front of his eyes, and in an instant, he found himself becoming a mechanical giant.

The huge fist fell, and the golden shield suddenly shattered. The Supreme Sorcerer was not panicked at all. He waved his hands again, and the huge energy from different modes was stirred into a vortex with his hands.

A powerful thrust came, and the mechanical giant was blown back. Strange took advantage of the victory and chased, gently raised his hands, and the vortex flew out, and the mechanical giant composed of countless robots was shattered.

But the giant's figure was broken for less than a second. The robot returned to its original orbit, and the damaged parts were repaired in the blink of an eye. The mechanical giant once again stood proudly over New York.

Stark could no longer describe his shock at this battle in words. If he had to describe it, it would probably be that Thanos could come, but it was not necessary.

Standing on the top of the building, Gwen looked down at the street. The era when superheroes fought in the sky and ordinary people ran for their lives is gone forever.

It can only be said that the balcony is the golden position for watching the excitement, and the snack stalls on the road are barely the second best. Then there are the awnings of various shops on the street. Those who don’t grab these positions can only stand in the middle of the road and get exposed to the sun.

Originally, most people were looking up to watch the fireworks, but there were a few rat shits rushing into the crowd, holding cameras and microphones, talking to the elderly who had lost a few teeth or the children who were still learning to speak. They called this improving the comprehensiveness of the interviewees.

Gwen had never been bitten by a spider, so she had not strengthened her sensory organs and could not hear what they were saying, but Peter really couldn’t listen anymore. These reporters were no longer asking guided questions. They just made up nonsense first, read it according to the script, and then misinterpreted all the answers of the respondents as affirmative.

Just as Peter was about to jump, the black tentacles blocked him. Peter turned around and said in surprise, "Venom, why are you here too?"

When he asked this, Xu Shangqi knew that this was probably another Spider-Man, but Xu Shangqi didn't understand why Venom stopped everyone? Venom shook his tentacles, bared his fangs, and said in a low voice, "Don't you find that this script is a little familiar?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they found that the two monsters in the air were fighting and getting closer and closer to the Bronx. Whether it was the flashing magic light or the robots that were accidentally left behind, they all ran towards them.

Wanda, the scarlet witch standing at the end of the team, looked at Venom with wide eyes and said, "So this is not your original tactic?"

"Humph!" Venom snorted coldly and said, "Fishing enforcement is a fine tradition."

Sure enough, seeing those lights and parts getting closer and closer, most ordinary people no longer wanted to watch the fun, and ran home with their arms thrown open, and some reporters also started running wildly.

But the reaction of a group of people was very strange.

It is said that those who drown are all good at swimming. There is actually a truth behind this. Once people feel that they have the ability to deal with a certain danger, when the danger comes, their first reaction is not to hide far away, but to use this ability to ensure their own safety.

Ordinary people know that they can't survive the aftermath of a superhero fight, so their first reaction must be to run quickly. This is an instinct that has evolved over many years.

But if you want to go against your instinct, you naturally have to rely on something. No matter how big or small the superpower is, as long as you have it, you will want to turn the passive into the active and use your ability to ensure your own safety.

Watching the battle suit flying lower and lower, Stark immediately shouted: "Jarvis, rise! Don't endanger ordinary people!"

But before he finished speaking, he saw several lights bursting out on the street at the landing point, and the ten-ring logo was faintly visible between the lights.

Stark took a breath of cold air. Why are there so many members of the Ten Rings Gang?

Before he came here, he had a battle with the Mandarin in the Hong Kong Temple. Stark had not yet recovered from the emergency of the battle, but he saw a familiar scene again and instinctively wanted to control the suit to fight.

But faster than him were several figures jumping down from the building, led by a black monster, a witch emitting red light, and a very familiar figure.

"Peter?!" Stark exclaimed.

The suit was suspended in the air, and Stark did not control it. His eyes followed the familiar red and blue figure. He felt that this was somewhat similar to Peter in his universe, both in body shape and age.

But at this time, Stark felt a sense of homesickness. He actually thought, this is probably not the Peter he knows? ... It's better not.

Stark thought, this way, he would not have to rush up to ask him whether he wanted to go back with him.

Stark knew that his universe was still in danger, and Spider-Man, who knew this, would definitely rush to the battlefield without hesitation once he found the way back.

But another branch suddenly sprouted from Stark's selfless and savior-minded tree——

If Spider-Man couldn't find his way back, would he be able to stay in this beautiful and rich world forever, show his talents on the interstellar stage, and never have to experience so many tragedies again?

Thank you for your corrections!

(But it still needs a rough proofreading, the proofreader survived, lol)

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