Chapter 1065 Shocking the Ordinary People (End)

Chapter 1067 Shocking the World (End)

When Tony Stark put aside the body that had always shackled him and his soul came to the kingdom of death, the potential of the Iron Demon was completely released.

His wisdom, which stands above the universe and reaches the pinnacle of life, has achieved his unparalleled personality and power.

The huge phantom of the Iron Demon gradually condensed into a violent mechanical army, filling the sky of the entire kingdom of death. When he saw the goddess of death, Iron Man said to her in an emotionless and cold mechanical tone:

"Give Schiller back what he paid you."

Death stood on the ground, looked up at the sky, clicked his tongue, and then said: "So, you want to break the contract?"

She grabbed one hand into the void, and one of Schiller's arms appeared in her hand. Death squeezed Schiller's arm, shook it at Stark, and said, "The price he paid me is here, Don't be surprised, I don't need to absorb these powers."

"I am originally infinite, and there is no point in absorbing any more power. However, the things he gave me are quite interesting..."

"If you want to take it back, in addition to paying something to replace him, you also have to pay additional liquidated damages. This is what Schiller taught me."

"I won't pay anything to replace it, nor will I pay you any liquidated damages." Stark still replied in a straight mechanical synthesized voice.

Death took a deep breath, pressed her chest, and seemed to be trying to suppress her anger. She said, "I found that if I don't make my words clearer, you shameless humans won't be able to do anything about it." Understand what a shameless thing you have done!”

"It all started because I didn't terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time, and that lunatic named Schiller took the beacon I left for them and made frantic harassing phone calls to me!"

Death was holding back his anger and could not vent it on Schiller who was cooperating. Now it happened that this guy called the Steel Demon seemed to be Schiller's friend. Are they all the same? Can’t scold Schiller? Can't I scold you?

As Death said, all tragedies begin on the scale of the Egyptian pantheon. After Schiller saw that scale, he felt that the Egyptian pantheon was so weak that it could have its own Hall of Valor, so why couldn't he have one?

But in fact, this is because death has a different concept of time than humans. The Egyptian pantheon has been declining for thousands of years. For Death, there is not enough time to take a nap. She did not terminate the contract with the Egyptian pantheon in time. The token was not returned, so it was left with Schiller and became a harassing phone call.

It is equivalent to death not doing anything, walking on the street, suddenly meeting a madman, and pulling him to start selling.

Death felt very annoying, so she refused to sign a contract with him. As a result, this person found her company and made a big fuss. Boss Fa kicked her and her brothers and sisters out of the company.

Forget it, after all, when I kicked out, I brought a house with me. Death thought, is it okay if I just stay in the house and never come out?

As a result, Schiller sued her boss Yongheng again, and it was revealed that she used the resurrection quota to trade, and she couldn't even make extra money.

Not to mention this, Schiller, who had just cut off the resurrection quotas of all the gods and civilizations, turned around and pretended to be a good guy in these gods and civilizations, and joined them to protest against death to get back the resurrection quotas.

Death was so annoyed that he couldn't do anything about it, so he agreed to them and established United Heaven. However, looking back, he found that the contract was full of pitfalls.

Before Death could go to Schiller to settle accounts, Schiller came to him first. Not only did he offer to make up for the loopholes in the contract, he also brought her a good book as a Christmas gift, on the condition that she resurrected a few humans.

Give a stick to a sweet date, and Death resigned himself to Schiller's offer.

As a result, not long after the deal was concluded, the Iron Demon God came and said that he would breach the contract without paying liquidated damages.

Now, what lingers in Death's mind is one sentence - Are you humans sick? !

And then, there is another sentence - if you are sick, treat it. Can you please don't touch me? !

Recalling her experience of being tricked along the way, Death was laughed out of anger. If the tiger didn't show off its power, would it really treat her as a sick cat?

So, she looked at the Steel Demon God and said, "You want to exchange your friend's soul for your friend's soul without paying any price. There is no such good thing in this world. I will only give you three seconds, otherwise..."

Death smiled, brought Schiller's arm close to her mouth, and made a swallowing expression. She could already imagine when he ate the soul of Stark's most valued friend in one bite. How painful it will be for him.

These damn humans deserve to be punished, and this time, she is not an evil perpetrator, but a righteous avenger.

Thinking of this, Death felt that this revenge feast was not exciting enough, so she waved her hand, and a dining table appeared on the desolate plain. Schiller's arm was placed in the center of the dining table, and Death put on She wore a gorgeous dress, sat at the table, tied a napkin for herself, and picked up a knife and fork.

As she began to cut Schiller's soul, she said, "You can continue to stand there and watch your friend's soul being devoured bit by bit."

Countless mecha armies flew here, but their bombing and even suicide attacks had no effect. This is the territory of death. Even other abstract entities cannot defeat death here.

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Death looked up at the huge Iron Devil and said with a smile: "Don't stand there stupidly. Come down and have dinner with me, and taste the pain and heartbreak of loss..."

To Death's surprise, Stark really appeared next to the dining table, but he was still in the form of the Iron Devil, but he had returned to the size of an ordinary person. There was a light of data flowing in his eyes, and he approached the dining table step by step.

Death supported his chin with his hand and said, "I really don't know how such a tiny human dares to come here and negotiate with the great Death?"

Stark's movements became very mechanical. He walked to the dining table and sat down. He turned his head and stared at Death with his eyes, and said, "Because I have bargaining chips to negotiate with you."

"Oh? What is it?" Death showed a disdainful smile, looked at Stark jokingly and said, "If it is some kind of power, I advise you not to speak. I have said that I am the source of power and do not need any additional power."

"Yes." Unexpectedly, Stark nodded, did not deny, but continued, "But you need Death."

Death paused for a moment when he picked up the fork, and Stark continued, "There is Death in the universe, and then there is you. You are Death, and you need Death."

"So what?" Death asked.

"This is my bargaining chip." Stark turned his head again, but for some reason, when he was stared at by those cold eyes that only information and data flowed through, Death suddenly had a bad premonition.

And then, what Stark said made her premonition come true.

"The human body is my shackles, and as long as I am willing to give up the human form, upgrade to other life forms, and give up my humanity and emotions as a human, and become an existence with only goals and logic, I can eliminate all death in the universe."

Stark blinked mechanically again, looked at death and said: "If you can see everything in the universe, then you should understand that in such a future, the universe will be ruled by machines."

"All organisms with birth, aging, illness and death will be transformed by me into inorganic bodies that only need to replace parts to have infinite life and never die."

As Stark narrated, the shadows of the mechanical army began to boil continuously, like an amazing storm.

Death looked up at the gradually darkening sky, her eyes gradually widened, and Stark's devilish whisper continued:

"Gathering the resources of the entire universe, I can transfer the thinking organs of all intelligent life into mechanical bodies, and replace every part that may be damaged for them without interruption, so that they can have eternal and flawless life, forever, forever... away from death."

"No..." Death murmured, she raised her head and kept scanning the storm over the Kingdom of Death. The mechanical army ready to go did not have any murderous intent, but was full of pity.

Death read out their instructions. The Iron Demon asked them not to kill any life. On the contrary, they should plunder their thinking organs, extract their souls, and pour them into the unconscious mechanical bodies to achieve eternal immortality.

All civilized individuals, animals, plants, cosmic demons, and all beings with thoughts will be swept by the mechanical storm, and the universe will usher in an irresistible inorganic catastrophe. From then on, there will be no more death.

Death stood up from the table in a panic, looking at the mechanical army flying out in groups. She tightly grasped the broken knife in her hand, with a light flashing in her eyes, obviously looking at the future through the timeline.

At the end of the choice branch, Death only saw a pair of eyes.

Exactly the same as the Iron Man in front of her, it was a pair of eyes without emotion, only data flowing through, and the cold eyes made Death feel like her throat was strangled.

"Stop... Stop now!!!" Death screamed: "You can't do this! You will destroy this universe!"

"Damn it! You bunch of lunatics! You bunch of crazy humans!!!" Death collapsed and grabbed her hair and said: "You are really crazy! Stop now!!!"

Then, she took a deep breath, grabbed the arm on the table, threw it to Stark, and said: "Take it! Get out... Get out of my sight quickly, I don't want to see you again!!!"

But Stark, who was sitting in the same place, seemed to be unaware, and he also stood up Come, come to the other side of Death, and say to her: "My friend Schiller, there is an irreparable scar on the soul, do you have any solution?"

The goddess of death stood there, staring at Stark blankly and said: "Not only did you breach the contract, take back the deposit, and not pay the penalty, but you also want me to help you treat your illness for free... and the one you are treating is Schiller?!!!!!!!"

Death reached out and covered her forehead. If she really had blood pressure, she would probably have fainted by now, but Stark just stared at him indifferently, and his eyes conveyed a message, that is, he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

"Are you mistaken?! You, you are Tony Stark! Aren't you a superhero?! How can you destroy the universe?! I have never seen Tony Stark like you!!! "Death even roared a little aggrievedly.

But after a while, she took a deep breath and said, "It's all that damn Schiller's fault! The universe would be fine without him! He's the only one with so many things!!!"

"Forget it, isn't this the injury?" Death gritted his teeth and said, "Let me see...Okay, it can be cured. Do you want it?"

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Stark looked at Death in silence until the angry expression on Death's face began to stiffen. Then, she slowly calmed down the distorted expression on her face, returned to the previous banter, and said: "You are still pretty The smart ones are not fooled."

"How are you going to treat it?" Stark asked a key question.

Death walked towards him, looked at him with smiling eyes and said: "The wound on Schiller's soul comes from a very bad memory of his, and I can delete all the memories related to it. In this way, he was cured."

When he said this, Death narrowed his eyes, as if he had seen through this timeline the future ending filled with blood and war.

But then, she shook her head with regret and said, "Unfortunately, you are quite smart and noticed it."

"However, this is not entirely a trap." Death calmed down and said to Stark seriously: "That scar is actually memory. If you really want to completely heal him, you can only delete the memory. "

"You made such a big noise, other beings should have discovered you. If you don't believe it, you can ask them. My stupid brothers and sisters will only give you the same answer."

After saying that, Death stretched out his hand, touched Stark's faceplate, tilted his head, stared into his eyes and said: "As long as you give me a positive answer, your friend will no longer have those gloomy and painful moments." 's passed."

"Believe me, Schiller's past is more painful than you imagine, and he can't save himself at all. As his good friend, you should help him, help him escape from suffering and gain happiness..."

Death's face almost touched the tip of Stark's nose. When their eyes met, Stark heard countless chants, like hymns from heaven.

Among the holy music, young children's voices are singing songs of friendship. They say that friends should help each other. It is sinless to help a friend. If he cannot save himself, you should be the savior...

Then Death spoke again: "There are too many trivial and ordinary things in your memories, which are not worth keeping, nor are they worth the pain for you. If you can eliminate them and gain happiness, why not What to do?”

"Only by no longer being troubled by vulgar things can we move towards a greater and happier future..."

Stark slowly opened his mouth, and Death seemed to have heard his affirmative answer.

A starry sky slowly unfolds behind death, and the entire kingdom of death merges into one, becoming a place where endless mysteries and rivers flow back. Death, as the cornerstone of the universe, reveals her true greatness.

While ordinary mortals would feel crazy for the endless truths and mysteries just by looking at them, in Stark's eyes, the cold data flow gradually receded, and another kind of light burst out from the indifference. .

It was an unexpected and strong emotion that made everyone watching his death feel an emotion and love that these abstract entities could perform but could never truly possess.

"……No."

Stark spat out a word that was completely opposite to what Death expected. Death stretched out its arms made of stars, held Stark's face, looked at him with eyes full of infinite mysteries, and asked: "Why?" To refuse? Why not fulfill your mission of salvation?”

Stark's eyes showed pain that Death couldn't understand. Death touched his eyes with his hands, but Stark closed his eyes and said.

"If Schiller feels pain about his past, then he can choose to forget it by himself, instead of letting anyone help him forget it."

"If he has not forgotten it, it means that there are things in this memory that he must remember. These things may be more precious than all the pain in that memory combined."

"Therefore, he would rather endure the torture than forget it, just like my past."

"The pain that the deaths of Howard and Maria brought to me is far less than the comfort that I had with those good times I spent with them. If I had the chance to choose, I would never choose to forget."

"Death...Death..." Stark took the initiative to reach out his hand, touched Death's cheek, and said to her: "In this world, all beings with emotions and intelligence cannot defeat you, but we can't defeat you either. They all defeated you."

Through the endless curtains of death, Stark looked at the distance hidden behind death, and he said:

"Prosperous civilizations and prosperous cities are built through death and rebirth from generation to generation."

"In the face of death, all of us feel inevitable fear, because we are weak, because we are insignificant..."

Stark took a few steps back, his figure began to become more and more ethereal, while Death stretched out his arms forward, as if to reach the prosperous universe that she could never reach through him.

Before Stark's figure disappeared, only his emotional voice was left, echoing in the kingdom of death, which made the desolation and emptiness here more obvious, and also made the loneliness of death with his arms still trying to retain him.

"Ordinary people like me will eventually return to your arms."

"But the heritage and spirit we left behind, the friendship and family affection we established, the cities and civilizations we built..."

"The memories left in our memories that keep us awake at night and hurt our hearts, and the treasures it protects that make us remember our whole lives, together constitute this amazing world."

"Those small things compared to your greatness will leave behind... vulgarity, and will never die."

Three thousand words added today! Praise me!

I will probably write some daily interludes tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I have been busy for two or three hundred chapters, and my head hurts

(holding down the hand that is eager to show off in the interlude)