Inside the colossal War Fortress, Hero Tower.
Stark, his face haggard and his eye sockets sunken, grabbed the armor helmet covering his head and hurled it to the floor.
"Damn it, Thor, my Iron Legion—"
At first, anger and desolation at being betrayed by his brother and friend surfaced deep within his eyes.
Then his expression abruptly changed. He stared blankly at the Artificial Intelligence data rapidly converging before him, incoherent mutterings spilling from his mouth.
"This is my only life's work. These are the children I created... my beloved Pepper, and Ultron, whom I love even more!"
"What does the loss of a mere Vengeance Inquisition and the Iron Legion matter? I want everyone in the world to wear my Mechanical Armor! No, no, no, every human should become Mechanical Armor that belongs to me... Heehee."
"I want to save Earth, save Terra polluted by the legions. Yes, yes, yes... You're right. Rorschach is a bad man. The Primarch is a supervillain, nothing more than a madman who wants to become a tyrant. He and all his Astartes deserve to die... Die!"
At this moment, the deranged Stark forced his mortal body, which had already begun to undergo abnormal changes, to keep going.
He carried out even more complex data encryption calculations for the Artificial Intelligence "Ultron," which was on the verge of being born.
"Sir, your body has been tainted by Chaos, and your mind has also suffered severe corruption. Less than twenty meters away from you, there is still a vial of Emperor's Blood. If you can find it, there may still be a chance to save you!"
At this moment, J.A.R.V.I.S.'s mechanical voice seemed to be filled with concern.
Yet even it had not noticed this change occurring within itself.
And faced with the advice of