Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics Chapter 556 - 378 The Avengers 2: Civil War (Middle) 1

"Jarvis, have the fleet ready, preheat all weapons, disable safety protocols, and imdiately fire at the surface as soon as we receive the attack command. We need to eliminate this damn guy."

As he spoke, Stark was manipulating the panel on his arm. Just as he was about to marshal his fleet, he suddenly realized that his vision was getting sowhat blurry. He asked, "What's happening? What is obstructing my vision?"

"Sir, it appears to be so kind of mist."

"Mist?"

"All sensors are now activated, allowing you to switch between different views. Scanning environnt in progress...View switch completed."

"Please note, the new view utilizes a long-range vision powered by magical energy. The current amount of magical energy stored within the cha is insufficient, please imdiately replace the core energy source or equip a more suitable cha for magical energy..."

Stark's vision suddenly changed, but he wasn't surprised. It was a creation he made a long ti ago. After the mont of evolution, he integrated a portion of magical energy into his cha. In a way, he had gained control of magic.

As the hazy mist gradually dissipated, Stark widened his eyes, then cursed, "Damn it! What is that???"

What appeared before him was an excessively large, eerie sun that couldn't be described, ford from a deep, gray mist. Every peculiar pattern within it possessed a horrifying terror caused by magic.

Stark involuntarily took a few steps back. Before he could activate the scanning equipnt, another monstrosity appeared - a black bat, so strange it was indescribable, its entire body surging like a midnight tide.

At the mont when these two forces collided, Stark's vision beca blurry again. A warning sound echoed in his ear: "Warning! Remaining energy is insufficient! Please replace the energy core in ti, sir, or authorize to operate..."

Stark didn't hesitate, extending his arms. Several chanical arms stretched out from his chest armor, opening the energy core compartnt on his chest. After pulling out the original core, he replaced it with one glowing with magical light. It was a product charged again by Shiller.

Stark closed his eyes, feeling the power coursing through his body. Although it was not as strong as the first encounter, it was as natural as flexing a muscle.

Then he flew to a higher altitude, observing this strange yet aesthetically unique battle through a unique vision.

This was sothing he had never seen nor felt before. He could clearly see each Symbiotic Factor battling and devouring each other. In the microscopic world, one wave after another of collective military charges were initiated, colliding with each other, collapsing, reforming.

In the pitch-black city skyline, the battle in the Living Hell that day felt like it was playing out again. An intense battle that was unobservable to the naked eye spread throughout the city, yet this ti more crazy, reckless, and thrilling.

anwhile, the just appeared Hive: "...?"

When he threw out this question mark, it doesn't an he had a question, but rather he thought these humans were the ones with a question.

Hive had been observing all this for a while, though he hadn't paid attention. In his view, it didn't matter how many buildings were destroyed or how many people died. His goal from start to finish was to counterattack Earth. An invaluable opportunity to observe human power at this mont was sothing Hive would not refuse.

However, the more he watched, the more sothing seed wrong. Whether it was the sudden appearance of an unknown fleet, or the two figures staging a drama - yet inexplicably terrifying, Hive felt like a lost cultivator who, after a century of isolation, found the whole world had changed.

He vaguely rembered that in the era he left Earth, most humans could only shiver in shabby huts, praying to the heavens, and treating those with special abilities as gods.

How could the life forms on the opposing side have changed after he had only gone about his base for a while? What's going on with this ball of mist and this...blob of mud?

Just as he was pondering this, a "bang" sound echoed, and the sharply turning Venom Bat smacked him. These two monsters were already larger than him and they didn't hold back when fighting, using every trick in the book. Collateral damage was inevitable.

Poor Hive, who had just made its appearance, was beaten up seven tis in three steps.

"How dare you!! How dare you treat the great Hive like this!!!"

Just as he finished shouting, he saw, at the end of the skyline, a glimr of dawn rose. Hive thought it was the light of a star, but soon, he realized it was an unspeakably huge cannon muzzle, gathering energy that set hearts pounding at the mont.

Stark, ard with magical energy, unleashed the infinite wisdom within him once more. Although he couldn't break through the individual universe due to insufficient energy, he once again ascended to the peak of this universe.

Even without the superior view from above the universe, his power hadn't diminished much. The materialized chanical army descended once more, but this ti, Stark chose to conduct a different experint.

He got an inspiration from Loki's description of the principle of the Asgard Rainbow Bridge. The innate greatest talent of mankind is making bombs, followed by making cannons.

Range determines the scope of truth, caliber determines the strength of truth.

Therefore, the descended chanical army no longer evolved iteratively like before but directly turned into adaptive components that ford an extrely large caliber cannon.

As for energy, naturally, it was extracted from a star. Almost instantly, after all the chanical powers were fully activated, the muzzle burst forth with light akin to a star.

Soon, the Hive realized that these humans had not only changed their life forms, but also developed advanced black technology from who knows where.

The muzzle flashed with brilliant radiance, it was ant to aim at the Hive, yet the two large monster battlegrounds were too vast, this penetration beam hit not only the Hive's main tentacles but also evaporated so of the symbiotic factors.

Imdiately, Stark found both monsters directing their gaze at him. He snorted and said, "Who asked you to be within my range of attack?"

The Gray Mist and Venom, in the midst of their fight, were not interested in listening to his explanation. The symbiotic factors of the two symbionts ceased their entanglent and instead jointly attacked Stark.

Stark didn't flinch. He opened his arms, surrounded by the glow of magic. Soon, with the slight sound of chanical friction, a silver cha covered his body, glowing as the lights flowed.

Stark's eyes flashed with intense white light, and as the silver cha approached his face, it gradually transford into a thin magical shield, like cicada wings. His face guard disappeared and turned into a semi-transparent mask with strange patterns covering only the part around his eyes, where the data was flowing.

Simultaneously, more and more chas spread out, and various strange weapons were assembled. At the mont they all started to draw energy simultaneously, stars paled in comparison.

The battle between the cha army and the symbiotic behemoth then comnced, a battle on both macroscopic and microscopic levels at the sa ti. Visible and invisible glows exploded together, echoing with engine roars and magic casting.

Shining with a special luster, the swarm of chas darted through the mucus and fog like sharp blades. The big-caliber artillery continually fired, and Venom and Gray Mist continually changed their forms, enveloping Stark layer by layer.

Never one to back down, Stark quickly developed sonic and fire weapons against symbionts, but these two special symbionts had strong resistance to it. Then, Stark pulled out... a high-powered vacuum cleaner.

The Hive, who had been watching the battle unfold, was stunned: "!!!"

Before it could marvel for long, the battlefield uncontrollably spread towards Hive, or rather, the entire planet had beco their battlefield, and nobody could escape.

Steve stood at the top of a high-rise building, shouting at Stark, "What are you doing? Stop it! Why are you attacking Venom?! He's one of us!"

Steve gritted his teeth, slightly angry, and again lifted his shield to block a sweeping ray attack. Peter swung by on his spider silk and arrived beside him, asking with so confusion, "What's going on? Why are Venom and Mr. Stark fighting?"

"I don't know, but what I do know is, now I must punch Stark to make him co to his senses!"

Just as the battle intensified, no one noticed that the gray mist suddenly disappeared from the battlefield.

On the deck of the radiant spaceship, Shiller slowly regenerated his figure and then removed his smiling mask. He sighed and said, "That was really troubleso."

Then, as he was walking into the spaceship, he chatted with the Gray Mist, "I really didn't expect you to be weak against vacuum cleaners."

The Gray Mist voiced its protests: "Is that a vacuum cleaner?! Have you ever seen a vacuum cleaner more than two hundred kiloters long?!"

"Okay, it seems that besides fire and sound waves, we can add an oversized vacuum cleaner to the list of your race's weaknesses."

Saying this, he entered the spacecraft and mumbled to himself: "While Stark isn't paying attention to us, let see, where is the communications equipnt? ... Oh, here..."

"Hey, you good, I'm Shiller. Is this Professor Charles? I would like to ask you for a favor, here's what happened..."

The view returned to over the Hive Ho Star, the Hive felt unbearable just sitting and waiting. If he allowed these humans to keep fighting, nothing would be left of the entire planet.

So, he planned to take action. But, at that mont, a small round shield deflected his attack. Steve said in a deep voice, "Alright, if Iron Man doesn't intend to do anything about it, let do it."

Just as Steve was about to take action, Stark's indifferent voice ca through, "get out of the way!"

With a "boom", a disintegration beam hit the Hive's tentacles.

The entire Hive is made up of nurous large tentacles and a head that looked like those monsters' head. This beam hit the tentacles around its head, making the Hive scream in pain.

Steve beca even angrier then, he realized that Stark was just being obstinate. His actions were not aid at defeating the enemy, they were purely ant to provoke him.

Looking at Steve's angry face, Stark's expression didn't change at all. His eyes were filled with endless data, and the light began to grow stronger and stronger.

Right at this mont, everyone heard a "zzzz" sound, followed by a deafening roar.

A huge yellow figure jumped out from a teleportation gate. It was a giant as big as a small mountain. When it landed on the ground, the earth trembled under its weight. It pounded its chest with its huge fist and roared, "Hulk!!!!!!"