Iron Man, Apologies, and an Immediate Beating

"Master, Atomic Armor Prototype No. 1 has not completed testing yet. There may be dangers," Vivian reminded him.

"Then we'll test it in real combat!"

He-El gripped the wall with both hands. The muscles in his arms were solid, long, and compact. His clothes, ripped into strips, hung from his body, revealing the firm, smooth lines of muscle beneath.

He calmly looked down. It was his first time seeing the Destroyer in its entirety. Its pitch-black metallic body radiated a sense of power, and it looked exactly like a fully enclosed suit of armor.

Even with He-El's current knowledge, he could tell that this masterpiece of Asgard was armor crafted through magical techniques, advanced technology, and strange metals. Its level was extraordinarily high. At the very least, the method by which every part of the armor could rotate freely in every direction around its axes was not something Earth could manufacture.

Not to mention its hardness and its exceptional means of storing and releasing energy.

Without a counter specifically designed for this armor, even a nuclear bomb probably could not kill this thing.

"Activating the initial magnetic field acceleration of Atomic Armor Prototype No. 1. Releasing the recorded data of Master's body..." Vivian reminded him in his ear.

"If you don't send it over now, Atomic Armor will only be fitting my corpse."

He-El's gaze remained calm as he looked down at the Destroyer. Its faceplate retracted from both sides, revealing the hollow interior as energy began to surge from within its armor.

He-El's long, powerful body tensed slightly. Every hair on his body came under his indirect control, becoming like the hooked bristles of a spider.

Bang—

The next moment, the Destroyer fired an orange-yellow energy beam from its face. The air itself heated up and rippled under its