"Don't touch him. I'll take a look." Su Ming grabbed Little Bug, who wanted to jump over and check on Iron Man. "Tony's armor is intact. He probably wasn't infected, but we can't tell through the armor whether pus is pouring from his facial openings. Better be careful."
"Can you save him, sir?"
Little Bug was heartbroken. Though he didn't want Mr. Stark getting too close to his Aunt May, he definitely didn't want him dead.
"Relax. As long as he hasn't turned into a puddle of sludge, it shouldn't be a big problem."
Su Ming flew toward the apparently dead Iron Man, glancing at the Celestials' remains beside him along the way.
Just as expected, the gigantic robot was submerged in a pool full of Black Mud. The metal on its body had long since lost its luster, leaving behind nothing but filth.
The pairs of Celestial eyes that had once glowed were still continuously leaking thick fluid, accompanied now and then by the sound of viscous bubbles popping.
There wasn't even a mushroom around the pool, much less any other living creature. Tony had, however, set up some equipment by the lake and was using an Arc Reactor to provide power. It looked like he had intended to restart this Celestial.
But that was impossible. The Celestials were not ordinary robots that could simply be rebooted after breaking down.
They were alive. Dead meant dead. You could make use of their shells, but don't dream of creating your own Celestial.
"Tony? You dead or not?"
Su Ming had Strangle grab one of Iron Man's legs and drag him away from the mud pit while trying to have the symbiote penetrate the armor and see whether the person inside was still breathing.
But at that moment, an explosion occurred.