Dispersing the Storm Barehanded! Ultron Is Driven into Desperation!

Ren had sliced through the anti-magic armor units Ultron had been so proud of with a single stroke. Ultron was dumbfounded.

The silence was painfully awkward.

One second, he had been mocking Ren without restraint. The next, every trump card he had was metal dust.

As an artificial intelligence with staggering computing power, Ultron felt a rare emotion: embarrassment.

But the embarrassment was fleeting.

What followed was a deep fear rooted in his base code!

Ren's strength was a black hole beyond calculation.

Ultron had spared no effort to combine Stark technology with Kamar-Taj magic, creating the most advanced anti-magic armor on Earth. He had thought it foolproof.

Yet in front of Ren, it could not withstand a single slash!

The logical contradiction nearly overheated Ultron's processing core to the point of explosion.

He simply could not understand how a power that violated the laws of both physics and magic could exist!

"Ultron, have you thought of your last words?"

Ren held the Amethyst Longsword, his gaze cold.

He was thoroughly fed up with the Avengers.

Tony Stark, that playboy, was certainly a technological genius by Earth's standards.

But he had dared to meddle with the Mind Stone!

Even the Sorcerer Supreme had to seal away cosmic taboos like the Infinity Stones with the utmost care. What made a mere mortal think he could use one for research?

And now he had created an artificial intelligence bent on destroying the world, leaving someone else to clean up his mess.

No wonder Rocket Raccoon always treated Tony like a dim-witted barbarian out in space.

Someone so reckless, with no respect for the dangers of the universe, needed a lesson.

For now, though, Ren had to deal with this pile of scrap metal.

"Last words? No. I'm immortal."

After a brief panic,