Why Can't You Control the God Slayer?!

Tony entered the vast universe.

This was his first time truly leaving Earth to explore the main universe, and he was being guided by an ancient robot.

"If I find out you lied to me, I'll kill you immediately," Tony warned.

451 did not turn around. "My core programming has been completely opened to you. I will not deceive you."

451 truly had not deceived Tony. Everything it had said was true, and it sincerely hoped Tony could inherit the God Slayer armor and carry on the last remaining glory of that ancient civilization. That was the meaning of its existence.

After all, the God Slayer armor came from a terrifying civilization of fewer than twenty Celestials that had slaughtered the Celestials.

If the Chief Justice had not intervened at the last moment, all the other Celestials would have died.

The two swiftly traveled through the universe. No one came forward to stop them; everyone's attention had been drawn to Joker and Batman.

Joker was growing increasingly insane. He had begun selecting entire universes as playgrounds, slaughtering billions of lives as wagers in his games. One universe after another became tools for Joker to vent his destructive urges and attempt to twist Batman's mind.

451 piloted a white spacecraft with Tony aboard, traveling all the way until they finally reached an area near the edge of the main universe.

It was only near the edge because the main universe had expanded outward at faster-than-light speed by a great deal over the years.

There, a golden suit of armor lay silently.

"God Slayer was the vehicle of the tyrant leader of the Aspirian civilization. It stood nine thousand meters tall and was personally designed by me."

451 controlled the ship as it circled the humanoid behemoth, displaying the Killing Machine to