Fantasy Tech Reviewer
Chapter 530
"This is the time-space transmission device I made with Pym particles. It can only transmit one side to the other within a certain range."
Tony handed over two small and delicate clock-like things to everyone, and emphasized seriously.
"Note that the blue one is the teleporter, and the red one is the Pym particle's one-time annihilation device, which activates three seconds after pressing the switch on the dial, covering a radius of ten meters. If you are not sure, don't Use this thing!"
After distributing all the 'equipment', the heroes unexpectedly set foot on the road to attack the Demon King's Castle.
Eric had a panoramic view of all this in the throne room, and the face that gradually collapsed under the transformation showed a perverted joy.
The Mad King will meet his end here, the end of God.
The future that he peeps in the nightmare every night belongs to his end day.
Let all this be realized, let his life come to the end of the final curtain.
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Magic and miracles are never free.
Wanda always remembers the teachings of her "teacher" who has only one relationship with her.
The man who saved her life under Wakanda's killing machine and taught her how to learn the magic of the Book of Fear, Wanda will never forget his face.
She desperately wanted to know what this sentence meant, and she felt that she had to figure out the answer to this question.
Otherwise, she would have to pay a thousandfold price for it sooner or later.
The passage leading to the throne room was a huge suspended stone platform. Wanda, who had put on several protective magics for himself, stepped up and looked down at the patterns on the stone steps, his eyes slightly dazed.
These patterns seem to describe a story, a flaming army of demons, the gesture of burning the world with madness and death.
Boom~~~
The suspended stone platform stretched into the sky with Wanda in the trembling roar, and the darkness extending upward seemed endless and fleeting.
Pietro's right, it's really like a video game, Wanda thought.
The rumbling stone platform reached the top. It was an empty and boundless hall. At the end of the hall, there was a gate made of bronze, exuding the aura of the fire element.
They separate teams as in RPG games, and as in RPG games, each one faces his opponent.
"It's you?"
Wanda looked at the figure waiting in front of the gate in amazement. Even though her memory was a little fuzzy and he was wearing a black hood, she still recognized the man's identity at a glance.
The 'teacher' with whom she only met once.
"I didn't expect our second meeting so soon."
Casillas looked at Wanda calmly and said softly
"But there's no need for us to reminisce. I'm here naturally to stop you from advancing. We don't have to fight, you just have to wait here for a few hours, of course... You can also try to pass me."
"What do you mean by what you said earlier?"
Wanda stared at Casillas, neither in a hurry nor really standing by, but asked the question she cared about the most.
"What I said... oh." Casillas was stunned for a moment, then showed an expression of sudden realization, and laughed dumbly.
"What's the point of saying it now? Miss Maximov, you're already mired in magic."
"Give me an explanation!"
"Okay, okay." Casillas smiled and waved his hand, but there was a sense of joking in that smile that could not be concealed.
"Magic and miracles are not free, especially in this world. Because humans do not have the basis for using magic, in order to obtain magic, we need to borrow power from other beings."
Casillas made several gestures, and the ether floating in the air instantly formed many illusions.
The great three-faced shadow is Vishanti, Dormammu roars in countless dark nebulae, Mephisto laughs wildly in **** filled with brimstone and soul, and Saito cruises in the Crimson Sea Rak, Sithone whispers in endless death, Seth the serpent that rises and falls in death and destruction...
"These are the source of the power of our mystic." Casillas said lightly
"We make deals with these dimensional demon gods, sign contracts with them in exchange for power, we pay, they give, this is the relationship between the price and the gain - miracles are by no means free."
"And you, Ms. Maximoff, your talents and talents are almost unique even in the history of mankind! But it is not a good thing for you..."
Wanda looked at the phantoms of Sithone, Mephisto, and Cytorak. Even though she had never really seen them, she felt an incomparably heavy familiarity in these phantoms!
It also seemed to feel Wanda's prying eyes, and the three phantoms showed a hideous smile to Wanda.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"
Wanda let out a shriek of terror, the fear from the depths of her soul that made her unable to control herself, and after the scream, she looked at Casillas and shrieked
"The price...what price will I pay?!"
"You are a valuable and precious treasure." Casillas said lightly
"So the three powerful but evil dimension demon gods are willing to provide you with 'credit' services, but you must have a day to repay the debt. Either you will take the initiative to repay the debt, or they will come to collect the debt."
"Actually, you should thank the person who put the Book of Fear in your home. Without Mephisto's intervention, Cytorak and Sithhorn would probably have already begun to discuss how to swallow you with your belt to the bone."
Wanda's eyes were terrified, Casillas' words were not false, and her own hunch told her that it was 80% true.
In the time of ignorance, the unscrupulous squandering of power that does not belong to oneself, and now, it is time to repay the debt.
"The choice to repay the debt is not only you, but also your brother and everything. It is unreasonable when the Dimension Demon God collects the debt. How much you owe will be doubled back!"
Casillas let out a malicious laugh, he slowly took off his hood, revealing the face below
The hair on the entire head has been shaved clean, and on the smooth head, there are horrific green evil energy magic marks all over it!
His eyes were surging with a vortex-like light of fel energy, and Casillas was churning with powerful fel energy, and he had never felt so powerful before!
"I can already see that the wildfire that burns the stars is coming to this world!"
Casillas's hands were rolling with liquid magic fire, and the whole body seemed to be demonized!
"If you choose to fight, start! If you choose to truce, wait!"
"My destiny in this world is about to come to an end!"
112. Traditional Demon King Mode
What enemy does Iron Man Tony Stark face?
Eric thought about a lot of arrangements, some malicious, such as robots that looked like his parents, such as the transformed Winter Soldier, or simply dug up Ethan's body.
But in the end, those ideas were scrapped.
These senseless malice are not some subtle and interesting arrangement.
Attacking Tony with such a silly thing doesn't cause any psychological trauma other than **** him off. Stark is a man of strong will, and such a blow is simply not enough to break him.
The only arrangement Eric made for Tony wasn't even an enemy.
He just let Tony see what he saw.
When Tony, who was ready, walked down the elevator to the hall, he was greeted by a chubby intelligent robot.
"Wow, so am I dealing with a Protoss?"
Tony raised his eyebrows and looked at the machine that looked like a certain detective, but he had no intention of letting go of his vigilance.
"Identity check complete, Tony Stark, welcome to the archives."
The intelligent robot scanned Tony up and down, and then said in a smart voice
The dim hall lights suddenly came on, and at this time Tony realized that this is not a hall, as the intelligent robot said, this is an archive.
The space towering to hundreds of meters is full of countless silver-white memories, each of which is protected by countless encryptions, and on a huge platform in front is a holographic projection of the earth, and below is a disk-like manipulator. like things.
At the end of the road, there is a door with a thick khaki magic pattern.
Tony flew over without saying a word, but no matter what kind of attack he launched, or even took out the annihilation weapon made by Pym particles, he couldn't open the door at all.
"This is the gate that has been blocked by twenty-four digits interspersed with cascading encryption."
The intelligent robot flew over leisurely, looking at Tony and said softly
"Even if you activate the nano-reconstruction weapon or nano-worm ghoul device you carry in your armor, it will not work, this door is firmly protected in the other plane transferred by the phase device."
"But don't worry, after three hours, this door will open automatically."
Hearing that, Tony directly invaded the door, but after five seconds he screamed and retreated.
The chubby bot was right, the crazy encryption of this thing was not something Jarvis could hack at all.
It was completely an encrypted lock formed by continuously overlapping calculations and superimposing chaotic algorithms with about five digits of AI. To be honest, instead of thinking about how this thing was built, Tony was more curious about how the guy who created this thing planned to open it!
"Please follow me to read the information in the archives." The intelligent robot said politely
"Why did you show me what message? Who ordered you?"
"Mr. Eric Stevens, who has the highest authority on this system, is qualified to direct anyone to read the information in the top secret archives of Wakanda."
Tony scratched his dazed head, and from the beginning he didn't think T'Challa was telling the truth, and he didn't even think Eric knew anything about their invasion.
This is not an RPG game, the protagonist is about to dismantle the Castlevania, and Dracula can still drink wine there leisurely.
"Okay, what are you going to show me?"
"The goals of this reading are three major projects, the origin of the earth, the mysteries of the universe, and the ever-changing future." The intelligent robot said politely
"Then please follow me to Terminal G135, where we will tell you the origin story of the earth from its birth to the present."
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What kind of thing is it that has the ability to stop Steve, the motherland, who is indestructible and incorruptible like an alloy plate?
In fact, Eric himself can't give an answer.
He couldn't guess what a martyr who was as strong as steel and devoted himself to the cause of nation building was afraid. Even the shattering of ideals is just a chance for him to start over.
Therefore, he can only start from the direction of Captain America Steve.
When Steve came to the gate, what appeared before him was not a terrifying monster, but a dance.
Under the orange lights, the tavern is filled with the smell of malt beer. The men wear military uniforms and the women wear long skirts. Under the tones of the saxophone, joy is integrated into the dance steps.
Steve didn't speak, he glanced around with determined and cold eyes, and saw the person he was waiting for in front of the bar.
So Steve walked over and sat down.
"You're late, Steve."
The old Carter raised his head, looked at his immortal lover, and said slightly angrily.
"Yeah, I'm late, sorry Peggy."
Steve lowered his eyes and said softly.
Here was perhaps the only softness left in his hard heart, a dance that was seventy years late.
He owed Carter a dance, and he was seventy years late for the date. Perhaps he should have missed it, but under the 'effort' of SHIELD, the missed turn became late.
But that's the cruelest thing.
Nick Fury only thought of arranging a qualified leader for his Avengers, but never thought of bringing a ghost that had been silent for seventy years back to the present result from the end of time.
Seeing everything once familiar become part of a yellowed photo, the soul's lover is dying, and a date is seventy years late.
This was the most brutal torture for Steve.
It is better to see each other than to see each other, and to be late is better to miss. A promise that cannot be fulfilled while alive is more cruel than a promise that cannot be fulfilled by death.
"You still owe me a dance." Carter whispered
"Yes, I still owe you a dance." Steve replied softly
He knew that the Carter in front of him was just a fantasy, even the tavern. No matter how similar everything here was, it was just a fake outside of reality.
But he still stayed here... or rather, he had to stay here.
Although the native Steve is the complete opposite of Captain America, in any case, his personality and will are extended from the base and Steve Rogers.
He couldn't really get rid of Steve's soul.
He took Carter's hand and danced gracefully to the sound of saxophone under the orange light.
Even though the person in his hand is old, Steve still gently and carefully supports her body and dances step by step to the sound of music.
One circle, two circles, three circles.
This swirling dance seems to have no end, just like the sound of the saxophone that keeps looping and has no end in sight.
Everything melted into this dance party that was seventy years late.