Marvel: A Lazy-Ass Superman Chapter 544: A Battle Without Restraint

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One of the heavily damaged skyscrapers finally gave way after the Void crashed through and snapped its last remaining support pillar.

The collapsing tower seed to act as a signal.

Under the Sorcerer Supre Ancient One’s incantation, the magical barriers protecting Earth through the three Sanctums simultaneously shut down.

Most of the Kamar-Taj mages and sorcerers couldn’t sense exactly what had happened. They rely noticed that the magic within them had suddenly beco far more active.

Only Frigga, Queen of Asgard, imdiately understood.

She also understood the significance of those barriers, and asked in astonishnt:

"Sorcerer Supre, are you not afraid of a massive invasion by extradinsional entities?"

The white-bearded old mage replied helplessly:

"Better that than letting those two smash the barriers apart themselves and forcing us to painstakingly repair them afterward."

The ferocious battle no longer allowed the Sorcerer Supre to remain a re observer.

He instructed the others:

"Mordo, Kaecilius—you will each lead a group responsible for repairing the tears in space they create."

With a casual motion, the Ancient One opened and closed a portal instantly, bringing two people before him.

Jean Grey was startled by the silent teleportation.

Wanda Maximoff reacted similarly, though the mont she saw the old mage she respectfully greeted him:

"Sorcerer Supre."

Jean Grey recognized Wanda Maximoff—Quicksilver’s sister—and relaxed slightly. Rather than resisting or questioning anything imdiately, she first chose to observe the situation.

"Miss Grey. Scarlet Witch. Your task is to suppress the Sentry’s large-scale matter manipulation abilities as much as possible."

The instruction left both heroines confused.

Wanda asked:

"Sorcerer Supre, how are we supposed to do sothing like that? We’ve never learned magic like this."

"You don’t need to learn it, child," the Ancient One replied. "When your instincts tell you sothing is wrong, resist with all your strength. That alone will suffice."

"In the face of primordial power, spells and incantations are unnecessary."

"And Scarlet Witch—you are to lead that group."

He pointed toward the assembled witches and mages.

Wanda nodded.

"Understood, Sorcerer Supre."

Jean Grey then asked:

"And ? Can I return to my teammates?"

"You may. But rember what I just told you. This is extrely important."

"Understood."

Jean followed Wanda away from the Kamar-Taj mages’ position.

Though she still didn’t fully understand, she figured obeying was enough for now.

The Ancient One then turned to his disciple.

"Stark. You will use the Book of the Vishanti to create mirror dinsions and force those two to fight within them. Queen Frigga and I will serve as two corners of the Vishanti Triangular Formation to support your magic."

Tony Stark stared in shock.

"You an I’m leading this? Seriously?"

The distant battle had already begun twisting Manhattan into a surreal landscape.

Rifts in space.

Skyscrapers shattering like mirrors.

Strange galaxies appearing overhead.

Magnificent planets seemingly hanging just beyond reach.

And that didn’t even include the countless indistinct eyes peering through the cracks in reality.

There were even more indescribable and incomprehensible things assaulting human sanity and understanding.

The Ancient One’s two senior disciples followed orders, each leading groups to repair the torn spaces.

The "wounds" had already beco too dense to heal naturally. Left unchecked, dinsions would overlap, spatial chaos would spread, and catastrophe would beco unavoidable.

Without another word, the Ancient One shoved the supre artifact—the Book of the Vishanti—into his still immature disciple’s hands.

"Only you can keep up with his speed of thought. Neither Queen Frigga nor I can accomplish that."

"If you refuse, this world is dood."

"You—and he—are our hope."

"He will defeat the Void."

"You will protect Earth."

Watching his senior fellow disciples scrambling desperately despite having studied magic longer than him, Tony Stark finally stopped protesting.

He ford a spell seal with his hands.

The Book of the Vishanti floated before him, its pages rapidly turning.

Just from observing the destruction alone, Tony already understood that their battle was beginning to affect reality itself.

He had no illusions that trapping those two inside a mirror dinsion would sohow imprison them permanently.

Without hesitation, he cast another spell.

The Eye of Agamotto imdiately rose from his chest, projecting magical radiance that ford a miniature celestial sphere before him.

Even reduced to tiny points on the sphere, the two combatants moved at impossible speeds.

Tracking them with ordinary vision was utterly impossible.

Tony swept his right arm in a wide arc.

A mirror dinsion ford—

—and was imdiately punched through.

Like paper.

The battlefield instantly returned to Earth.

At that mont, Tony finally understood why the Sorcerer Supre had specifically chosen him to lead.

Only his uniquely rapid spellcasting mind could possibly keep up.

Supported by the Cloak of Levitation, Tony floated higher into the air, one knee bent.

The Book of the Vishanti acted as the arrowhead connecting him to Ancient One and Frigga behind him.

The Vishanti itself was a trinity of white magic gods.

At this mont, the phantom of Omnipotent Oshtur appeared behind the Ancient One.

Though from a different magical system, Queen Frigga borrowed the power of Hoary Hosts as well.

And when the image of Agamotto manifested over Tony Stark, he spread his hands outward like butterfly wings—

—and eight additional pairs of arms split from his body.

Together with his original arms, nine pairs of hands flew through spell signs at dizzying speed.

New York transford into a kaleidoscope.

The night sky blood with multicolored geotric flowers.

Buildings generated more buildings like endlessly multiplying blocks that rolled and shifted through space.

Outside reality itself, Tony Stark created mirror dinsion after mirror dinsion.

Most were destroyed before they could fully stabilize.

If one actually completed formation, it didn’t an it had been lucky—

It simply ant that dinsion had failed to catch even a glimpse of those two monsters.

So Tony had to calculate coverage range, positioning, and construction speed.

He even needed to predict where the two monsters would move next and prepare dinsions in advance.

Without prediction, even ignoring spellcasting speed, his efforts could easily be wasted—creating entire mirror worlds that the combatants never entered.

And all this was with support from Ancient One, Frigga, and the Book of the Vishanti dramatically accelerating dinsion creation.

Even then, Tony couldn’t simply cast a giant net over reality.

That approach was too slow.

He could only desperately predict their trajectory.

If only they would move their battle into outer space.

Unfortunately, the Void seed deliberately fixated on densely populated New York, hoping to pressure Superman psychologically.

If this man dressed as Superman truly were the comic-book Superman, then the Void’s strategy would undoubtedly have worked.

But...

He wasn’t.

The one hunting the Void now was rely a blood-soaked madman wearing a red-and-blue suit.

He no longer cared about collateral damage.

He no longer cared whether reality itself collapsed.

He cared only about killing the Void with everything he had.

And this battle had long ceased being an exchange of blows.

It had beco a one-sided manhunt.

Because he fought entirely through mutual destruction—trading punch for punch, life for life—completely abandoning defense in order to beat the Void to death.

The most brutal exchange ca when the Void took advantage of an opening, allowing himself to be punched through the abdon in exchange for severing the attacker’s right arm.

He had assud his regeneration far surpassed the other’s.

Trading injuries should eventually kill his opponent first.

But the madman simply continued punching with the severed arm as though he hadn’t even noticed his hand had been cut off at the wrist.

This should have been the Void’s opportunity.

He could have capitalized on the berserk attack and widened the advantage.

Instead—

A blazing arm and fist ford entirely from condensed solar energy slamd directly into the Void’s advancing face.

The strike was more effective than every previous attack combined.

The Void staggered, dizzy and horrified.

At this point, every wound on the man’s body radiated brilliant golden sunlight.

Just like the glowing arm, the light restored him—making him whole again, even stronger than before.

What exactly was this thing before him?

Even the Void no longer knew

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