War swept across the entire Earth, until smoke and the glare of energy blasts swallowed the sky.
Dark Strange hovered in midair, silently watching the two armies slaughter each other below. The irritation and indifference in his eyes had vanished, replaced by awe.
Uatu had dragged him here to fight. From the start, he had deeply distrusted the Watcher, and he had never believed this hastily assembled Multiverse force could stop Ultron with all Six Infinity Stones.
But he had clearly underestimated Uatu. Somehow, the Watcher had found someone like Russell in the Multiverse.
Dark Strange watched the mutant army below. They kept coming, fought harder with every kill, and shouted their Creator's name as though their strength could never run dry. He slowly shook his head, genuine respect in his voice.
"I was going to join the fight with the Watcher right away. I even considered summoning Dark Creatures from the Hell Dimension."
"But there's no need. Your mutant army is more than enough to turn the tide of this multiversal catastrophe."
War raged across the world. Crimson explosions from shattered machines mingled with the many-colored light of mutant powers, painting the atmosphere in brilliant, brutal hues.
This was no ordinary battle. It was an all-out war between entire peoples.
Ultron's mechanical army seemed endless. The Reality Stone let him manufacture troops without limit, the Time Stone resurrected them without limit, and the Space Stone brought reinforcements across Dimensions. They rolled over the battlefield in wave after wave, a tide that could never be killed off.
But Russell's mutant army was even more terrifying.
Valhalla shone high above, spanning reality and the void. Golden pillars of light descended without pause, delivering fresh forces to the battlefield.
Every moment brought terrible losses.
Countless mutants were torn apart by Ultron Robots,