Getting Stronger in Marvel with Warhammer Simulator Chapter 178 - 177: Steel Expo: Death from Pride!

The words just fell.

Nolan, inside the Terminator power armor, imdiately activated the communication device. A soft click-hiss sounded inside the helt.

He asked David, "David, is the control authority broken? Casualties in the main venue are heavy. Change the attack target. Change it to ."

"My lord, access is complete," David's chanical, synthetic voice replied. "Are you certain? All active Hamr units targeted on your armor?"

A low, distorted laugh rumbled from Nolan's external speaker.

"Haha, these new toys are a good test for the MK 0 Terminator upgrades. By the way, where are the coordinates for Ivan Vanko?"

"He is en route to the expo. Expected arrival, three minutes. If you wish to capture him alive, you must wait. Your other target, Tony Stark, is currently engaged in an aerial entanglent with a hostile cha of the sa model. Do you require assistance for Stark? I can sever Vanko's control."

"Make your own judgnt, David. The goods have arrived."

Nolan tilted his diamond-shaped helt up slightly as the channel closed with a soft hiss.

Through his eyepiece, he registered Pepper Potts scrambling to her feet from the pavent and disappearing into the shadows of the damaged buildings. He ignored her.

The targeting reticle in his eyepiece flashed, quickly locking onto dozens of steel soldiers. Their slaughter of the crowd ceased abruptly. Servos whined as they turned in unison, weapons pivoting. They began to rush his position.

At this mont, the three servo-arms on his power pack whirred, rising up over his shoulders like scorpion tails. The clack-clack-clack of ammunition feeding into the three bolters confird they were ready.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Nolan forced the massive tal body of the Terminator armor into a lumbering charge. Each step was a seismic impact, his magnetic boots shattering the concrete plaza, leaving deep, spider-webbed craters in the ground.

Army-type and Marine-type steel soldiers crashed through decorative trees and smashed through the glass walls of vendor stalls, quickly forming a chaotic firing line. Their miniature cannons, located on the shoulder armor, instantly raised.

Aiming at the huge, charging Terminator armor, they launched a deafening, covering fire.

Boom, boom, boom...

Nolan, maintaining his charge, did not deploy his shield. He relied on the thick, layered shell of ceramite and plasteel. The impacts felt like a violent hailstorm against a tank, a constant, concussive drumming that would have shredded Iron Man's Mark-type armor in seconds.

A minute later, the firing trickled to a stop as the dozens of soldiers exhausted their ammunition. The Terminator's powered armor, shrouded in smoke and flickering flas, stepped out of the haze. The only damage was patches of scorched and missing black paint, wiped away by the high-temperature blasts. Even the surface layer of the ceramic armor showed no signs of damage.

Inside the helt, Nolan's eyes tracked the targeting data flashing across his display, locking on countless enemies one by one. The servo-arms, slaved to his thoughts, locked onto the Iron Soldiers who were now trying to launch a lee attack, almost simultaneously.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Accompanied by the deafening, explosive roar, the powerful firepower array burst into brilliant flas. Each rocket-propelled, mass-reactive bolt accurately hit the vulnerable joints and power cores of the Iron Soldiers. The resulting detonations were catastrophic, turning the drones into expanding fireballs, a private fireworks show blooming in Nolan's eyepiece.

"Fire coverage and reaction speed improved. Hit rate near perfect," Nolan noted internally.

He deliberately slowed his progress, letting the armor's systems record the combat data. He triggered the reload, and the servo-arms chanically ejected spent magazines and slamd new ones ho.

At the sa ti, Nolan's two tal palms quickly clenched into massive fists with a squeal of hydraulics. The huge tal body began to move toward the naval steel soldiers, who were falling heavily from the night sky, and the air force steel soldiers, who were roaring in for a dive bombing run, resuming their charge.

Thud, thud, thud...

The Terminator armor, its charge speed significantly dropped, resisted the fresh baptism of firepower and rushed directly into the battle array just ford by the Iron Soldiers.

A tal fist, powered by roaring servos, swept across the tal body of a steel soldier. The ferocious force split the drone in two, sending torn tal parts and flying fragnts everywhere. Imdiately afterwards, the thick magnetic boot of the Terminator armor lifted high and completely crushed a red-gleaming steel head.

"lee strength from plasteel and ceramite composites is high. Charging speed is dangerously low. Vulnerable to speed-type enemies."

Nolan, who kept recording information, backhanded another naval steel soldier that ca forward, sending it flying. The fire array controlled by the servo-arm quickly changed its direction. He planned to shoot down those air force steel soldiers who were as annoying as flies.

Accompanied by the violent roar of a heavy object flying across the night sky, and the constant whine of repulsor blasts, a tall figure covered in gold and red armor suddenly landed on the ground. It struck a three-point pose that cracked the pavent, then slowly stood up.

Imdiately afterwards, more than twenty air force type steel soldiers that were still flying back and forth exploded into piles of burning tal debris, falling heavily to the ground around him like scattered, flaming flowers.

"Hey! Man! Thank you for saving Pepper's life!"

The teasing voice from Tony Stark, broadcast externally, easily penetrated Nolan's helt.

"I owe you a huge favor! When this crap is over, you interested in stopping by Stark Tower? Lab on the top floor is full of... well, my tech. And honestly, that armor is... sothing. Very unique. Got a whole, uh, wasteland-chic, garbage-industrial-aesthetic going on. Friend, you interested in letting help you redesign it?"

Nolan remained silent, perfectly still for a beat. He turned his heavy helt slightly, staring at Iron Man through his eyepiece. He suddenly lifted up his heavy magnetic boots and crushed an air force iron soldier that was still twitching and leaking fluids on the pavent.

Then, a deep, tallic voice ca out from the inside of the diamond-shaped helt.

"Tony, if my tech officer heard your evaluation, he would tear your mouth apart with chanical pliers at all costs."

"Haha, stranger, just a little joke to ease the awkward... atmosphere..." Stark's laugh was a bit forced. The next second, his tone beca nervous; he seed to sense the complete lack of humor in Nolan's words.

He subconsciously turned his wrist, wrapped in red armor. The repulsor in his palm began to glow, and the high-pitched whine of it charging was audible to all.

Buzz, buzz, buzz...

At this mont, accompanied by jets of fire that cut through the night sky and a fierce whistling sound, a tal figure about two and a half ters tall fell heavily to the ground. The heavy tal soles smashed a huge pit in the concrete, raising countless gravel and dust.

Stark, already extrely vigilant, snapped his arm up instantly. The fully charged palm repulsor was firmly aid at the new person who had suddenly attacked.

Nolan, piloting the Terminator armor, also turned his diamond-shaped helt. His eyepiece firmly locked the opponent's position. The servo-arms that controlled the firepower array also subconsciously aid their bolters at Ivan Vanko's tal armor.

After a burst of blue electric light cackled and flashed, two thick electric whips emitting plasma energy swung out from under the opponent's chanical arms, constantly burning molten scars into the hard ground.

"Stark! Our second battle has begun again! This ti, I will not only destroy your reputation, but also use your blood to commorate the death of my father!"

Before the voice fell, the tal armor covering the opponent's face quickly shrank back with a hiss. Ivan Vanko's hideous, fleshy face was completely exposed.

"Even if you bring helpers! You can't stop !"

However, just as Stark understood the identity of the other party, and as he was about to say a few words to refute and buy so ti to think about strategy...

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Accompanied by a deafening, triple-roar of explosive bolts, the head of the tal armor, including Ivan Vanko's head, was completely shattered by the terrifying firepower. It simply ceased to exist.

At this mont, Stark, wearing his visor, stared in stunned amazent at Ivan Vanko's headless heavy body. It stood motionless for a second as a fountain of burning, dark red blood spurted from the ruined neck, before toppling forward with a heavy crash.

"Sorry, Tony," Nolan's tallic voice was flat. "It's mainly because he posed so well, and he was very considerate to take off his visor. I couldn't help it..."

Nolan, piloting the Terminator armor, turned around and spread out two huge tal palms to the silent Iron Man.

However, the opponent's palm repulsor, which was still glowing and about to erupt, quickly turned around.

It was aid at Nolan's Terminator armor without hesitation.