Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 177 The Dust Settles
I don't know, does anyone still remember that move originated from Alex Mercer, commonly known as Brother A's ultimate skill.

【thousands of tentacles】

That's pretty much what Illaoi was doing, only with fewer tentacles.

The number is particularly neat, there are several people present, and a few tentacles stick out from the big mouth of the shrine.

They sprang out like lightning, without giving people any time to react, they entangled their bodies and slowly pulled out their souls.

This soul attack is different from the previous ones, the process of extracting the soul is not so straightforward.

But... the person who is attacked will lose control over his body.

Tony wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn't move at all, the soul of the upper body was separated from the body, and passed through the armor without hindrance.

The jet engine was still working, and the familiar sound reached his ears, but it made Tony feel a little uneasy.

Maybe he will die soon, and this battle suit will still be suspended here until it is buried, and even its energy is exhausted...

Not long after, his soul was completely separated from his body under the pull.

A kind of unprecedented cold, entwined with that unease, poured into the deepest fear that mortals can't bear.

It is also to make people's soul leave the body, but the forceful pull from the tentacles in the void is obviously not as gentle as Gu Yi's palm.

It is definitely one of the most terrible punishments for them to be so tough and expose the untempered soul of ordinary people.

Most people would sink in fear, doing nothing but shivering.

But Tony Stark, after all, is not an ordinary person.

At first, he closed his eyes nervously, trying to take a deep breath to relieve his emotions, but found that he had lost this ability.

The unfamiliar state made him even more anxious and uneasy, thinking for no reason...

Did Jarvis feel the same way at the time?

His soul has disappeared? ...if not, where is he?
Maybe, he was waiting for me to save him!
Tony's naked soul lit up with a ray of warm light, just a little light, which forcibly dispelled the chill that was about to freeze Tony's reason.

He has the ability to think.

Under the cruel pressure, between life and death, the first thought that comes to mind is of course:

why should i live

More memories emerge.

His harsh father and his gentle mother are gone forever, which is his greatest regret in this life... In the cave in Afghanistan, Dr. Ethan's last message is to make his life more meaningful... In order to protect this planet, Kratos, The light of hope was sown by means of suicide, which gave them a chance to breathe.

Countless good or bad, angry or moved images flashed through his mind.

The warm light also became brighter and brighter during this process.

In the end, the memory freezes on Pepper.

That was today, Tony had just been notified that something had triggered a high-energy warning, and was about to set off to solve the problem.

But the love of his life was chattering tirelessly.

"Pepper, we've talked about this topic too many times!"

"So, is it any different from the past? There are no other heroes in the world, why must you go to the front line?"

Tony rolled his eyes, impatient on the surface, but actually said quite proudly:
"You know, they can't do without me!"

"Tony, it's okay to be narcissistic anytime, but not this time!"

Pepper covered her forehead, her face full of helplessness: "This time the crisis is different! Even... Forget it, anyway, I won't let you go!"

Stretching out his hands and embracing Little Pepper's shoulders, Tony smiled and said, "Kang Mang, don't think I don't know, you also think Iron Man is cool!"

"It's cool, yes, but I thought you were the most... to clean up the little hooligans on the street and fight a military war. The most powerful one is the evil god like Abaddon."

Pepper's attitude did not soften: "But this time, what you have to face is an enemy that can destroy the planet!"

The current president of Stark Industries, of course, has access to part of the truth of this crisis. She knows very well that the earth and mankind are on the verge of extinction.

Reason told her that Tony was devoting himself to a great heroic cause, but as a lover, she wanted this child who would never grow up to sleep next to her every night.

When the world really ends, Pepper just wants to sleep with Tony in his arms.

Love always makes people emotional.

Tony's smile remained unchanged: "Kratos once told me that a hero needs to find a reason to fight for it."

"..."

"I'm fighting for you, Pepper. Said to save the world, but this world is too big! Too ethereal! To me, only you are the most real. Thinking that you will also disappear in the void... how can I be here Sit here."

Pepper lowered his head and was silent for a while, then said helplessly under Tony's shaking:

"Blag... How much can I believe what you just said?"

Tony thought about it carefully, and replied:
"At least half."

"Hmph... I knew it."

Pepper stretched out his hand, straightened Tony's messy collar, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly, before saying:

"You can go, but you must promise me that you only sit in the command room, that is where you should be."

Tony agreed.

Little Pepper smiled wryly, knowing in her heart that the bastard didn't listen at all.

Until Tony Stark got in the car, Pepper hesitated to speak.

He questioned: "What's wrong?"

Pepper shook his head, but Tony didn't care.

When his thoughts were all on the impending crisis.

But now Tony understood what the woman was trying to say.

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, the golden-red light shone, tearing through the haze that enveloped his soul.

Feeling the warmth on his body, Tony clenched his fists, which had no sense of reality, and said to himself like this:
"I am Iron Man, how could I fall here!"

To overcome fear, of course courage is needed, and courage is rooted in faith in the heart, but without someone you love in your heart, you can never talk about faith.

He opened his eyes.

Sure enough, the tentacles that were pulling him towards the shrine could no longer pull him in the slightest.

Looking around a little, the situation startled him.

At this time, he was only two meters away from Illaoi's shrine, and the clown was standing next to the shrine, looking at him strangely.

Most of the people present were pulled out of their souls, standing on the ground or floating in the air. Jinx was even doing a swimming pose, obviously having a good time.

There are also differences in the colors of the lights, some are orange red, some are bright yellow, but they are all warm lights.

The most outrageous thing is Hulk, who was actually dyed into a pink giant...

Could it be that this big, stupid guy over three meters tall is an infant?
"What are you looking at, Mr. Hulk won the first place!"

It was the clown who spoke.

Tony had a question mark on his face, but he quickly realized that what the other party was talking about should be the speed of waking up, and his competitiveness drove him to ask a deadly question.

"Then what number am I?"

The clown smiled and compared him to "eight", and specially emphasized:
"the last place."

Tony: "..."

A figure laughed at him: "Tsk, you're not very good, Tony Stark, you're only two meters away from death!"

Tony looked at the speaker, and found that he didn't know him, and...he woke up a meter or two earlier than himself, so he didn't have the right to taunt.

Looking at the stranger's shadow...it was Victor!
It turns out that there is such a bastard under the cold steel?
"Hulk is number one, you idiot, Hulk is indeed the smartest!"

Tony: "..."

Being hit by the dimensionality reduction of the silly pink giant, he decided to put away his competitive spirit and not to compare the truth of the one-meter-two-meter.

Turning to look at the clown, he asked directly, "What's the matter with you?"

From the very beginning, he discovered that this guy hadn't been pulled out of his soul at all.

"Ha, it's troublesome to say, I'll be brief."

……

After the tentacles attacked the heroes, within a very short period of time, the field fell into silence, only the sounds of the wind blowing on everything remained.

The clown sighed.

Sweeping away the tentacle that was leaning in front of him, but stunned, stupid, and completely clueless about what to do, he walked towards Illaoi.

The Void Messenger, who was so handsome just now, is in a terrible state now. The wound on his neck is bleeding like a fountain, and most of it fell on that shrine.

The monster skull seemed to come to life, and the mouth opened and closed with a faint but dense clicking sound.

A phantom emerged from Illaoi's body and was slowly blending into the shrine.

As the fusion progress increases, the frequency and force of opening and closing of the mouth are also increasing, it seems to be biting and swallowing something.

The clown could vaguely hear the aunt's whispers.

"Eat, eat..."

He said maliciously: "The god you serve is really greedy."

Without answering the clown's question, Illaoi's voice was weak, but a little free and easy.

She just has some doubts.

"You have no soul?"

Immediately, he asked himself and answered: "No, your soul is not here! What is in front of me is just a puppet..."

"Don't make it so ugly, it's a clone, clone!"

As he spoke, he also placed his hand on the altar.

The process of extracting souls from the tentacles was stopped.

The wound on Illaoi's neck, the amount of bleeding has become smaller...but at most 2 minutes, she will die, and even her soul will be swallowed by the shrine.

This should be the price she has to pay for launching this attack. No matter what the outcome of the attack is, her death is irreversible.

Illaoi: "We're going to win."

The topic was very jumpy, after all, she was going to die soon, so she didn't have time to sort out the details, she just wanted to say what she thought of.

The clown naturally wouldn't compete with the dying person, so he spread his free hands to show that what you said was right.

Illaoi shook her head, obviously seeing the clown's casual attitude, and continued:
"You don't understand, the void is always the winner."

This made the old brother feel uncomfortable.

"Tsk, do you want to say that even if the void does nothing, the universe in this world will go to heat death, and eventually annihilate into nothingness!"

Hearing this, Illaoi's voice became more energetic, and she said with a smile:
"you know too."

"Yeah, maybe someone will tell you that the void just speeds up the process, so that these sick and failed universes will be wiped out earlier, and the matter and energy will be concentrated to brew the ultimate perfect pastoral world."

Illaoi laughed even louder.

"For a moment, I almost thought you were the apostle of the void."

The clown made a "you're almost done" face.

"Why, do you think this is wrong?"

"There is nothing wrong with it, but you are standing too high and too far away, and you have overlooked many things."

Illaoi shook her head.

"I do not understand what you mean."

"Well, let me make a bet with you."

The clown let go of his hand on the altar with a playful look, and the souls of the heroes were pulled again.

He looked at the Void Messenger with a puzzled look on his face:
"Just bet on these few people, you won't be able to take any of them away."

"Okay!"

As soon as Illaoi finished speaking, Hulk's soul changed color.

Pink and pink, ugly and cute.

This exam, which will die if you lose, is supposed to be easier for a purer and simpler soul to pass.

Once the experience is complicated, there will be more messy thoughts, and it will be easy to be confused, the soul will become confused, and the difficulty of passing the test will become greater and greater.

Hulk's real age is only three years old...

He touched this and that in a foolish manner, without panicking at all.

The clown smiled and said, "One."

Soon, Jinx, Sett, Vi, Hawkeye, Catherine, and Victor woke up in sequence, about a minute or so before and after.

Illaoi is almost exhausted.

The mouths of the shrine collided crazily, and the teeth rattled.

Relying on a stubborn energy, she stared at Tony.
The golden-red light made Illaoi feel a little dazzling, so she shook her head helplessly.

Tony seemed taken aback.

……

"Oh, you mean, just for fun, we made a bet with this void creature with our souls?"

Tony's spirit body was expressionless, and said in a fluttering voice.

The clown nodded and said it was fun!

"Well, it's fun, I, Tony Stark, remember."

"Hahaha!"

Time was limited, and he didn't talk too much with Tony and the others, only the final part of the bet.

Looking back, Illaoi has been swallowed up by the shrine, but her body still has a little ability to move.

The clown blustered: "Got it?"

"Been taught a lesson."

The meaning of life is not just in the result, anyway, we are going to die anyway.What is more important is how to live.

Every world, even the universe, is made up of countless lives. What qualifications does Void have to recognize their failure and then destroy it from the superior.

You must have taken yourself too seriously.

Illaoi shook her head with her last strength, leaving her last words:

"We can't understand each other after all. But I take back my contempt for you... No matter what, you are all... worthy of...respect."

Losing the support of her soul, the corrupt body that was pinched by the void disappeared with the wind along with her last words.

The shrine shook violently, but finally returned to calm.

The pulling tentacles disappeared, and the soul swished back to the body. They moved in unison, adapting to breathing, and the nostalgic gravity.

Being light and floating in the spirit state is not as comfortable as being down-to-earth.

"It was a rough day, but it turned out not bad! Didn't it, J?"

Although there were some twists and turns, it was still a great victory. Sett was obviously in a good mood, and walked forward to greet the clown.

And the clown nonchalantly mentioned the shrine, and stared at the last ray of light in his empty eyes for a while, until the tiny invisible purple disappeared without a trace, then he nodded.

"Yeah, it turned out pretty well."

As he said this, what Su Ge was thinking in his heart was: "The plan can't keep up with the changes... It's better to wait for the main body to come out of the secret realm of Shurima, and just turn the table with Malzahar."

Doing so will reduce the chances of winning a lot, but...

Now he feels that this bastard grandson is really unattractive, if he doesn't kill him sooner, everything in his body will be uncomfortable!

(End of this chapter)