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Chapter Tony’s Wrath

The moon is high and the night is dark. .biquge

The lights lit up the bustling city, and the car horns never stopped.

Just like the shadows caused by sunlight during the day, this modern light also adds a darkness hidden in the night to the world.

The abandoned warehouse was full of people. They were wearing blood-red and brown clothes and monster masks. They were holding iron buckets and sprinkling blood or organs on the floor. Some were fresh and bright, and some were stained. rot.

They held torches and oil lamps, like people who had stepped back in time.

The pungent and unacceptable smell filled the entire warehouse, and the bloody smell was like a slaughterhouse.

Heath Wayne stood among the people, watching this scene calmly.

After his followers scattered the contents of the iron buckets, they gathered a dozen bound people in a circle.

The eyes of these bound people were filled with fear, resentment, pleading for mercy, and begging... They were men and women, old and young, homeless and rich, but they were all like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"In the night, I called to the gods, and with the solemnity of flesh and blood, I sang praises to His supremacy..."

Heath's handsome face looked strange in the firelight. He stood in front of the bound people and sang praises in a strange tone.

"In the night, I called to the gods, and with the solemnity of flesh and blood, I sang praises to His supremacy..."

The congregants co-wrote his words and chanted them in unison.

The atmosphere is so sinister that any rational person would shudder.

Heath didn't know when he stopped his eulogy, and his eyes had turned into the vertical pupils of snakes, which were frighteningly green. He listened to the chants of the believers in his ears. In this evil yet strangely sacred atmosphere, he smiled.

"Mr. Rasputin, do you feel it? The power of this fear?"

Hearing his whispered words, Rasputin responded in his ear.

"My power continues to grow. Although my terrorist propaganda was stopped during the day, my goal was achieved."

"So after this ceremony, will you be able to accumulate enough magic power to awaken the human evil in you?"

"That's right!"

Heath frowned as he heard Rasputin's crazy voice.

Even if you are a heroic spirit, are you already infected? How ironic, his emerald green snake eyes flashed with sarcasm.

"Then, I hope everything goes well." Heath's gentle voice was still full of elegance and nobility.

"Oh, don't worry, I will definitely solve the hidden dangers caused by your practice of curse magic when the time comes, collaborator."

"That's the best thing. I'm so grateful."

Heath said softly, scanning the prisoners with his eyes. Although he was still smiling, his eyes were getting colder and colder.

"Ok?"

Suddenly Heath felt something was wrong, and then his pupils shrank sharply, and green flames suddenly appeared around him.

There was a big hole in the roof of the warehouse. The moment the golden-red steel suit appeared, it fired a hand cannon. After the green flames were scattered, nothing was left.

In a corner of the warehouse, Heath's figure suddenly appeared. He covered his mouth with his hands and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Obviously, the substitute move just now was not without cost.

"Mr. Rasputin, didn't you say that your perception is very strong?"

Heath asked with an ugly expression.

Beside him, Rasputin's body appeared, and this tall Russian man had an ugly face.

"A mystery blinded me."

Other magicians? Heath glanced around the warehouse suspiciously. Immediately afterwards, his face became even more ugly, and he saw the shadows at the feet of the prisoners suddenly extended, enveloping them all, and then sank into the ground and disappeared. He was about to do something, but had to focus on Iron Man.

"Heath Wayne, the heir of the Wayne family in Germany. Graduated from Ludwig University in Munich, Germany. He likes to study demon culture. He has visited the pyramids many times and excavated ancient tombs..."

Jarvis's mechanical voice shook Heath's core out.

As for Tony in the suit, he was suppressing the urge to vomit. This factory was really disgusting.

Tony already knew that most of the flesh and blood came from innocent victims.

"Thank God I didn't have a late night snack."

He vomited out of habit, but the anger in his chest continued to burn.

"Heath Wayne! You have no way to escape, now, surrender!"

Tony re-aimed the hand cannon at Heath Wayne. In order to prevent Heath Wayne from using the same trick again, his weapon ports were opened, aiming at every corner of the warehouse at any time, ready to launch micro-missiles.

"If it weren't for that mysterious magician, Tony Stark, you wouldn't be able to appear in front of me at all."

Only then did Heath realize that all the magic arrays and magic traps he had set up had been destroyed, but in the face of Iron Man's threat of force, Heath just continued to sneer and ridicule.

"Magic? Maybe you should do a few shows so that all the tricks you learn aren't in vain."

Tony spoke mercilessly, and he had suppressed the nausea at least now.

However, he felt helpless towards magic, and because of this, this was the third time he had seen the power of magic. The magic and power of this power really made him feel a little excited.

"I should study the principle of this thing and build a magic suit as soon as possible."

When he thought about it, he thought he could ask the magician who didn't know how to get his private phone number.

At this time, the two boys Noh and Kantan were hiding in the shadow space, and the perspective of the outside world had long been closed.

Kantan held his chest and vomited, as if he wanted to vomit out his stomach. The scene in the warehouse just now really stimulated him a bit too much.

"Cheer up, Kantan."

Noh's face was just a little pale, and there didn't seem to be anything else unusual about him.

In fact, even his pale face was a disguise. Although he had not personally taken away the lives of others, in his previous life, there were too many soldiers who died to protect him, or too many spies who were killed in front of his eyes. The spy Li Yu in his previous life killed almost everyone Nuo He knew, and he himself was one of Nuo He's few friends.

Noh would appreciate life, but this kind of bloodshed would not move him because he was already used to it.

"It's enough to get here and I can retire. Showing too much strength is not what I expected."

Noh thought to himself.

In the outside world, when the church members wanted to escape, they found that all exits were blocked by a black energy. The only thing connecting them to the outside world was the hole made by Iron Man.

But that hole is too high, unless they can fly.

The shadow under the feet of a congregant suddenly stretched rapidly and quickly formed a human-shaped body. He said in a very hoarse accent: "Iron Man, I leave this place to you. There are a group of people I don't want to deal with who are rushing there." come over."