God Descends! (Part 3)

"Strange has already told us their plans, and I have to admit, it does benefit the Sanctum Sanctorum, but for us, the benefits are still not enough."

Nick frowned, looked down to light a cigarette with his lighter, and then said with the cigarette in his mouth, "At this stage, I think all plans related to magic should be kept conservative. Even those Wall Street wolves know that you can't rush for returns in the early stages of investment."

"I have patience." Nick said calmly, "Although everyone knows I'm Greed, I know very well that while short-term returns are tempting, long-term profits are even more enticing."

"Have you ever thought about wanting them all?"

"What are you planning to do now?"

"No rush, we still have one member who hasn't arrived yet."

Just then, Nick received a phone call. He said into the phone, "What? Who is it?... Okay, let him in."

Two minutes later, Eddie Brock walked into the S.H.I.E.L.D.. office. Nick went up and shook hands with him, while Hill, who was sitting next to him, had a glint of purple in her eyes. She twitched, Schiller pressed down on the female agent's shoulder, saying, "Calm down, Phantom."

A hoarse, feminine voice came from Hill as the phantom that had just possessed Hill said, "Venom?? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be stopping the Riot??"

"Phantom Demon, it's been a long time." Eddie's voice was also hoarse.

The Phantom Demon paused, controlling Hill as she looked Eddie up and down, saying, "Venom, what's wrong with you? Have you completely gone mad? The last time I saw you, you were yelling about eating heads and stuff..."

Eddie thought to Venom, "Damn it! You really ate a head?"

"Don't listen to her nonsense, I didn't."

Eddie didn't sit down, but stood by the table. Venom turned to Schiller and said, "As you predicted, the Riot have indeed gone mad."

Schiller smiled but didn't answer, but Nick looked at Schiller and said, "Looks like it's time for you to tell your story again."

"There's no story to tell this time," Schiller said, shaking his head. "I just used Venom to incite the Riot, it's that simple."

The Phantom Demon exclaimed in surprise, "You're sending Venom to incite Riot?!"

After saying that, she looked at Venom and said, "Didn't you want to take revenge on Riot? Didn't you just say something like, 'You're Venom, you're revenge'?"

"Beating him up is the worst way to get revenge." Venom's voice was flat, but it seemed to have a peculiar rhythm from a special soul.

"You..." Phantom Demon looked at Venom as if he didn't recognize him. "You really surprise me, Venom. You seem to have changed a lot. Before, you seemed to only want to eat heads..."

"Even now."

"And you..."

Through Eddie's eyes, the Phantom Demon saw Venom's soul—a unique ability of the Symbiote race to recognize their own kind in a crowd. In Venom's eyes, she saw a coldness and darkness she had never seen in any other Symbiote. Then, she heard Venom utter a chilling statement:

"What could be better food for Symbiote than the head of our creator?"

His calmness terrified the demon, as if she had never truly known this member of her kind.

Now she's certain that Venom has truly gone mad.

"We can talk about catching up later," Nick said, turning to Schiller. "Tell me your plans..."

"Asgard and the Sorcerer Supreme want to trick Knull into investing in them so that the Cosmic Demons will increase their investment and further solidify the Sanctum Sanctorum's influence. Although their stance is the same as ours, their interests are not necessarily aligned."

"Simply put, they do long-term investing, while we do short-term investing."

"The Earth is like a baby crying for food. Although it won't starve to death even if it goes hungry for a while, I still want to find something to eat right now."

"Since this Symbiote God has come all this way, surely he wouldn't mind leaving Earth with a special product in addition to being divided up by the Demon God?"

Flying above Greenwich Village, Stark looked around and asked in confusion, "That big black guy is gone, and Strange is gone too. Where did they go?"

He looked up at the sky, and just then, a flaming chain grazed past his mech. Stark dodged to the side, cursed, and then said to the flaming skull, "What are you doing? Look closely! I'm on your side!"

The skull struggled to turn its head back. Stark could tell it was really trying; he was practically ready to pry it off. He floated next to the skull and asked, "You still haven't told me your name? Are you in a circus?"

A hoarse voice came from the skull. "I am Ghost Rider, you sinner..."

"What?" Stark was about to react when he heard a loud thud on the ground. The red giant swooped down from mid-air, followed by Steve. Steve tapped his shield and said, "It seems difficult to break through its defenses like this."

"Don't try to overpower me with brute force," the red giant said. "I am the Juggernaut, and my power comes from the red gem of Cyttorak. That's why I can damage him by ramming the curtain, but you can't."

Steve was also somewhat helpless. Even though he didn't know much about magic, he could tell that he couldn't effectively damage the mutating monster in mid-air.

Just then, the black curtain surrounding the Riot gradually contracted, the black becoming deeper and more intense. Some points of light, like stars in the sky, appeared behind him, and ripples spread out along the starry sky. Suddenly, a dazzling halo emanated from the very center.

In the absolute stillness, a massive Havok silently spread out, sending Stark, unable to dodge in time, flying. Jarvis, inside his mech, sounded the alarm, "Attention! Attention! Mech damage 45%, still increasing, evacuation recommended..."

"Damn it, why is it so badly damaged?"

"An unanalyzable force has corroded the protective system. The mech materials are unable to withstand this erosion and are aging rapidly. Detachment recommended. Detachment recommended..."

Stark steadied himself and said, "Escaping won't help. Even my mech can't withstand the corrosive power of magic. Damn it, I should have prepared sooner..."

"We can't retreat now! Jarvis, increase output!"

"Warning: If you continue to increase your output, there is a risk that the energy within your body may collapse. Are you sure you want to deactivate the highest level of safety protocols?"

Stark didn't answer; instead, he stared at the black hole in mid-air.

The Riot continued to unfold, and behind the bright halo, an even darker night enveloped him, a chaotic and frenzied force forming countless Shade behind him.

The Riot's size began to grow larger and larger, and the chaotic Dark Force lifted him up, covering him with layer after layer of armor. A longsword made of darkness also materialized in his hand.

Seconds later, a chaotic monster that blotted out the sky appeared over New York.

The Dark Force surrounding him was almost tangible; no one could see the Riot at the center through the overflowing power, but it was terrifying enough just from the outside.

The starry sky above New York began to brighten, as if one could look directly into the universe through the night sky. A dark tornado rose from above the Riot and shot straight into the universe. As the starlight shone down, it also projected endless Chaos Force onto the Riot.

Mordo said, "Knull's power channel has opened..."

The power of chaos began to spread, and within the black veil, the Riot figure gradually emerged. He absorbed the power of the black veil into his body, and a monster hundreds or thousands of times more terrifying than before appeared.

He still maintained the Symbiote form, but became larger, with many strange patterns appearing on his body, and countless enormous tentacles made of chaotic power growing on his back, each thicker than a skyscraper in New York.

With a swipe of one of its tentacles, Steve was slammed to the ground from the rooftop.

The Juggernaut roared and charged forward, but was also whipped away by a tentacle. After the monster landed, the tentacles swept across, causing buildings to collapse, the ground to crack, and black mist to spread from the cracks.

Immediately afterwards, Stark heard a human voice coming from the Riot:

"Look at that! The human body is so fragile and insignificant!"

"You will never be able to compare to these great alien forces! Humanity will inevitably be corrected!"

"The Life Cornerstone is humanity's greatest plan!! I am humanity's pioneer!"

"Iron Man??? Hahahaha!!"

"You're so proud of your mech?! Look at it now! What can you do?"

"Humanity can never contend with the immense power of the universe! Before such power, your mech is as fragile as a piece of paper!"

"You think you can fight me with this tiny mech?! Foolish ordinary person! You'll never learn humility!"

"Your Pride will ultimately be shattered by the boundless Cosmic Power!! Hahahahahaha!"

Drake laughed arrogantly, manipulating the tentacles on his back to lash out at Stark's mech, forcing him to constantly dodge. Stark took a deep breath and said, "... Jarvis! Deactivate the final security protocol!"

"Warning! Warning..."

Just as Stark was about to confirm, a familiar voice came from afar. "Iron Man! Catch!!!"

Upon hearing Peter's voice, Stark instinctively turned around and caught something Spider-Man threw from a distance. Looking down, Stark saw a multifaceted object shimmering with magical light in his hand.

Another tentacle came crashing down, Stark hurriedly dodged. Spider-Man shouted, "Look here!"

Stark turned to look at Spider-Man, who pointed to his chest. Stark, still in mid-air, looked down at his chest and then at the crystal in his hand, realizing that this was the "magic reactor" Schiller had created.

"And another one!!" Peter shouted again.

Stark paused for a moment, then without hesitation inserted the crystal into the mech's mounting slot. Blood gushed from the incomplete slot in his chest. As the reactor replacement was completed, Stark heard Peter's voice echo in his ears, "He told me to remind you!!! The secret of magic is—"

"May all your wishes come true!"

Instantly, pure magical energy flowed into the mech, strange patterns creeping across its smooth surface. Watching the crazed alien creature erupt in a shrill laugh, Stark muttered to himself, "Wish granted..."

The night sky was silent for a moment, yet it felt like an eternity.

Then, Iron Man disappeared, and the mech that seemed so tiny in the face of the alien creature vanished completely.

Instead, an endless galaxy descended upon the skies above New York.

The radiance of magic spread out, bringing a magnificent veil like the aurora borealis, with each point of light scattering to form starlight that permeates the universe.

The shapes of starlight began to change from scattered to regular, and the magical radiance began to move from mystery to order. Amidst the interweaving of countless starlight, sparks rose and whistles sounded, and the most beautiful melody of the industrial age began to roar.

In an instant, the sound of metal colliding with metal was louder than thunder, the airflow from gears spinning was stronger than a storm, and the light from flames intertwining was brighter than the sun.

No one ever imagined, nor ever saw, that the ultimate form of Mechanical Civilization, millions of years from now, would descend upon this planet along the radiance of the magical galaxy, bringing with it an unspeakable magnificence and splendor beyond the imagination of any living being.

In just a few dozen seconds, in the tranquil night sky surrounding Earth, humanity's boundless wisdom was transformed into reality by magic. In countless bizarre and absurd universes, a new possibility emerged—

The Great Wall of chips rises layer upon layer, circuit lights flash and fly, igniting the sun, welding stars, connecting the universe, and an endless mechanical power descends.

The tiny mech disappeared, Iron Man left the battlefield he insisted on protecting, and there were no more superheroes streaking across the skies of New York like shooting stars, no more Iron Man's mecha.

Instead, there is that vast, boundless aggregate of machinery that hangs in the sky above the earth—the eternal creator of all steel and machinery, the Eternity ruler of Mechanical Civilization.

Iron God Stark.

I suspect that many people, upon seeing this title and considering the content of the previous chapter, will assume that the protagonist has been divinely ordained.

Upon reading the first chapter today, where the author focuses on Asgard, one might mistakenly believe it's about Odin's descent.

The result... Aha! You didn't expect that, did you!

A mechanical god descends!