"However, there isn't enough ti this ti. I only have one day and I won't even be able to run tests. Therefore, I've compromised and used my handmade design to create these robots," Stark said.
Stark landed and tapped on one of the robot's arm saying, "I won't ntion functions like carrying goods and building defenses. More importantly, they are ard with incendiary grenades and flathrowers. I've designed a signal sending button on everyone's night vision devices. Just press it and it signifies that there's an injured vampire that can be burned. The robots will then quickly arrive on the battlefield and burn them to ashes with the flathrower."
"Their flathrower system is automatically controlled, ensuring that the flas won't spread, which is much better than man-operated ones."
"What's even more important is their thod of movent."
With that, the cha beside Stark rotated and shrunk its chanical arm, retracting it into their hexagonal body, forming a nut-like shape, and then the cha began to float.
"So far, I haven't seen any abilities from the vampires that interfere with magnetism, therefore, these robots can use the magnetic levitation system for very fast movent," Stark said as he looked up at it.
"Once they've moved above the wounded soldiers, chanical arms at the bottom will pull up the wounded, wrap them into the cha, and fly them back."
"There are so ergency asures in the cha, as well as so cure serum. You know, the ones Connors researched, though the amount isn't much, it's not enough, but at least it can ensure that severely wounded soldiers can live until they reach the hospital."
"That's already very good," Steve moved closer, eyeing the hexagonal nut floating on air. "Wars always have casualties, it's just a matter of how many. But it's always good to save one more life."
"Are you going to remind about your glorious days on the battlefield again?"
Steve shrugged, "Let's not, since you did a good job this ti, I won't nag."
"So, you did it on purpose before!" Stark exclaid in anger.
"I used this trick on your father back then, but you've made so progress, at least you can put up with it for over 5 minutes," replied Steve extending his hands.
By the ti Peter arrived, Stark was gripping Steve's collar. Peter hurriedly rushed over and separated them. Stark brushed off his arm, and then turned to Peter, "What happened to your battlesuit? Why did it turn so dark?"
Peter shook his head. Seeing his distracted state, Stark asked, "Hey, kiddo, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"I don't know," Peter said in pain, "My heart is racing and my spider-sense has been constantly ringing. But I can't find the source of the danger. I'm feeling very terrible right now."
Upon seeing that Peter wasn't joking, Stark approached him, patted his shoulder and said, "I think you need to rest."
"You're still underage and have been fighting for over 20 hours. This isn't good," Steve added.
Peter seed a little irritated. He said, "Don't worry about . I know what I need to do. I want to stay here and eradicate all those annoying monsters."
"Your ntal state seems off..." Stark tried to continue, but was cut off by Steve.
Peter sat down leaning against a tire, Steve squatted and looked into his eyes, "Of course, we don't want to interfere, but as your elder, or rather, I'm sure I'm your elder, I'm worried about you, Peter..."
"If you think you can hold out, then stay, but in reality, you've done more than enough, you've been brave."
Peter frowned and closed his eyes, "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with , I just feel extrely irritated, and restless..."
"Dr. Shiller will co over later, you can talk to him, perhaps a psychologist has a way to deal with these symptoms."
"Dr. Shiller is coming here? Why? This is a battlefield! He could be in danger!"
Stark and Steve exchanged glances. They realized that the naïve Peter truly believed Shiller had no special powers and was just an ordinary person who needed protection.
By the ti it was about to get dark, the three lines of defense had been fully set up. With the help of Stark's special logistical robots, the battleline was quickly and solidly established, and the situation was better than expected.
An estate in the back was set up as the temporary command center. Shiller sat on the second floor, with Peter sitting across him," I really don't feel well, Doctor. I keep feeling that sothing dangerous is about to happen, but I can't find the source..."
"Is it your spider-sense that's warning you?"
"Yes, it's hard for to explain this feeling to you. Usually, my spider-sense would show images of the source of danger, even allow to take automatic actions."
"But now, I can't see anything. When I concentrate, I can't find any danger, but it keeps buzzing..."
"Because you've always treated it as a passive ability. Have you ever thought that you can actually control it actively?"
"Control it actively? I've tried that before, but no matter how much I concentrate, nothing happens."
"That's because you haven't encountered any dangerous stimuli. This temporary state can't be maintained. But now is a perfect opportunity. Since your spider-sense is always active, you can try to control it."
With that, Peter closed his eyes and tried his best to focus. But his spider-sense was like a constantly plucked string, disrupting his thoughts and scattering his attention.
Then, Venom spoke, "Clear your mind, I think I can help."
Peter cleared his mind of thoughts and soon, he saw a black mass spreading in his consciousness, and a picture flashed by quickly.
Shiller watched as Peter jumped up from the chair, "I saw..."
"Calm down, Peter, what did you see?"
With a shocked expression, Peter said to Shiller, "I saw Mr. Stark falling from a high building... He wasn't wearing his cha, and then he fell to the ground..."
Peter's eyes were red, almost tears-filled, "I saw... He died," he said in a choking voice.
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