The most powerful system in history

Chapter 1313

Bursts of laughter broke the silence of the night.

The warm yellow light filled the entire hall, and various sounds in the hall were intertwined, the sound of wine glasses colliding slightly, and laughter from the heart.

Everything creates a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

In a huge room, full of drinks, vegetables and fruits, the Avengers are having their carnival night here.

Thor's hammer rested on the soft sofa, forming a horrible depression.

This group of superheroes immersed in this quiet and peaceful atmosphere seemed to feel very bored and wanted to find some new tricks to play.

According to legend, the hammer shining with mysterious light and only open to Thor alone caught their eyes tightly.

They who have saved a blue planet do not want to believe that they will not be able to lift a small hammer.

The first to try and launch the first round of attacks——

The reason why it was called an attack was because of the distorted expression on Barton's face, as if he was facing an enemy, and the sweat rolled down from his forehead and ruthlessly hit the ground.

Frustrated Barton sent an invitation letter to Stark, who has always possessed the confidence of fascination but also the strength of fascination.

"Try it, Mister Stark."

Button looked like he was joking.

Stark buttoned the last button of his suit like a gentleman, shook his head slightly, and strode forward.

"Oh, can I rule the entire Asvaid planet by picking it up?"

Stark, who is still calm on his face, is actually surging deep in his heart, and the power of all parts of his body is converging towards the same place through the meridians.

The motionless hammer was like a magnified smiling face, mocking Stark mercilessly.

The superheroes have opened their mouths, mocking, pasting and copying appear in their eyes, flowing in every neuron of them.

They're ready for the moment when they laugh out loud.

Stark let go of his hand pretending to be relaxed, his head twisted unnaturally.

This is Mr. Stark's first strike!
"Oh, wait a minute, be right back."

There was a flash of lightning at the handle of the hammer, and Iron Man's arm was firmly glued to Stark's arm. The huge power was transmitted, and the energy behind him was like a sea of ​​stars——

The still motionless hammer covered Stark like a huge slap.

This is Mr. Stark's third strike!
One black arm and one red arm worked together on the hammer, and the strength pierced through the black skin to reveal scarlet light.

The lightning-like breath floated firmly around the hammer.

Surrounding it seemed to be waves that were constantly hitting like a galaxy. In the monstrous waves, the unremarkable hammer maintained its tall and straight posture.

This is Stark's third strike!
In just a few minutes, in this small space, Mr. Stark accomplished his three histories of blood and tears, which will probably become a magnificent masterpiece in his life.

The sound of ridicule filled every corner of the huge room, and the sounds echoed and intertwined.

Stark delivered his equally magnificent failure speech around the hammer that made him shed a bloody tear.

I have a good idea and none of you deserve it. "

There was a faint smile on the corner of Sol's mouth, and he raised his head high, as if he was enjoying everyone's gaze.

Located on top of one of the most shining magnificent buildings in the Stark Tower, dots of starlight flickered in the air, and the sound of machinery trembled and amplified in the air.

The broken steel was wrapped in layers of silk threads, and a complete and powerful spiritual consciousness got into the layers of silk threads.

Under this kind of restraint, the huge pain is constantly magnifying and spreading in the mind, is it as huge as the ocean?That is the force of pain that transcends the universe.

A burst of electricity stimulated everyone's eardrums, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere was instantly shattered.

"Worthy."

The old hoarse voice was exposed in the air, like a hoarse hoarse from an electric current choked in the throat, and the hoarse voice revealed heaviness.

It absorbs the heaviness of everything like a black hole, with a strong sense of metal.

A deadly silence enveloped the laughing superheroes.

A non-human high-class atmosphere permeated the huge room, making this huge space instantly narrow, because the entire space was being crowded with a strong sense of oppression.

The dilapidated steel shakes the dilapidated body in the air, the body turns left and right suddenly, and the legs are slightly bent.

"Do not."

Iron Man let out a heavy and violent roar, and the whole building shook under his roar.

You must know that this is the Stark Tower, which has the most advanced and darkest material and the most perfect geometric structure in the world.

This same violent impact left a huge gap in the hearts of the superheroes.

"How do you match up?"

The weird voice mixed with strong power rushed towards the superheroes, and the wine glass in his hand seemed to be the heaviest thing.

Iron Man continued to shake his old and broken body, and the steel attached to his body seemed likely to fall off at any time.

Stark smelled the familiar scent of Jarvis, and whispered softly in his mouth, but he knew that it would never be Jarvis at all.

"Restart the army group."

A dignified expression rarely seen in a thousand years appeared on Stark's face.

Painful and hoarse voices enveloped the space.

"It was like a dream."

"I killed him, I didn't want to"

"Who did you kill?"

A strong questioning sound came from Captain America's throat, and his brows were raised high, like a small valley.

"In the real world, dirty hands are inevitable."

The dark aura emerged through every word Iron Man murmured.

He was immersed in his diffuse world, his hoarse voice amplified infinitely, floating in the sky above the room, like dark clouds floating in the sky.

"...I am the battle suit to save the world..."

Broken words hit the hearts of superheroes.

Stark took a sharp step forward and questioned the bankrupt Iron Man.

"Ultron!"

"It's me."

It can be said to be a very domineering answer without being polite.

"No, I don't have a body yet."

The lowered head carefully inspected his body, and a relaxed posture permeated his whole body.

It fiddled with this body, the body was extremely twisted, and the pain filled his mind. These silk threads entangled him were not his body, and he was going to find his real body.

Fear permeates the superheroes, and the atmosphere of battle is getting stronger and stronger. It seems that only one spark is needed to ignite it, and it can easily ignite a prairie fire.

(End of this chapter)