Chapter 131 Thor: They're All Poor People
In fact, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, undergone multiple technical verifications, and practical tests, Furywould have found it hard to believe the matter of enchanting.
Just hearing the things Tony said felt completely unimaginable and shattered one's cognition.
Like how the material itself undergoes no changes at all, yet its hardness and durability are greatly enhanced.
Or how two sets of armor have completely identical manufacturing processes and systems, but their performance is worlds apart.
Or how the armor can reflect a portion of damage, and others beating on the armor could literally beat themselves to death, and so on.
Not a single one of them followed the laws of science; each was more magical than the last, and outrageously absurd.
Yet these things actually existed, and Fury had witnessed the testing process, so he had to believe it.
It was also because Tony told him about this that he understood how Loya had helped Tony fool the Military previously.
With such unscientific things, it would be a wonder if the Military could get any results by constantly using scientific methods to research and crack them.
I have to say, this move was played brilliantly.
Fortunately, Jensen died early; otherwise, if he knew the truth, he'd probably be angered to death. Being killed by a werewolf can be considered a relatively honorable death.
Just like what's being said online recently, the werewolf is truly a good werewolf.
Fury could only sigh that one should never look at Loya, or the things Loya brought out, with normal eyes. Doing so would only trap one's thinking in a dead end and ask for trouble.
Utilize what can be utilized, and don't force what cannot be. Just let nature take its course.
Take today, for instance; involving the battle against the Vampire, it was precisely the right time to use it.
Because the Vampire had once secretly cooperated with the Military, Fury highly suspected that in the Vampire's lair, there was a high probability of having armor, or even more dangerous things.
This wasn't impossible; no one ever stipulated that a Vampire couldn't wear armor. They also kept pace with the times and had now overcome most of their own weaknesses.
To ensure the smooth progress of the extermination plan, Fury decided to let Loya enchant the armor, ensuring maximum combat power for his own side to cope with the opponent's counterattack to the greatest extent.
Money wasn't a major issue; the important thing was completing the plan. Besides, it wasn't his money being used, and he could even make money from it.
As to why magic enchanting required cash, when it was already completely unscientific, did one still need to care about these things?
Amidst his brief contemplation, Fury didn't notice the eye contact between Loya and Tony, and even less could he realize that he had been scammed.
He stood up and waved his hand: "Come on, I've already prepared the cash."
Everyone stood up one after another to follow Fury. Thorand The Warriors Three, who were still sleeping, were also woken up, rubbing their eye sockets and following along sleepily.
On the way to the storage location, Loya and Tony walked side by side. He narrowed his eyes at Tony and secretly gave a look.
That meant whether to get some kickbacks for him. After all, relying on Tony to assist, they charged Fury double the price; it would be quite embarrassing not to give some.
Tony naturally understood in a second, raised his eyebrows and glared at Loya, and the meaning of that look was also very clear.
"Do I still need things like kickbacks? Do you think I'm that short of money? Are you looking down on me?"
Since that was the case, Loya could only shrug, indicating he had no choice but to accept it.
Enchanting for others once and earning nineteen times over—it was simply thrilling, and earning it from Fury made it even more thrilling.
Arriving at the storage room, Tony pressed the remote control in his hand, and the door of the storage room slowly opened.
There was nothing in the storage room; what was there were only piles of green US dollars.
This time there wasn't even a place to step. The entire storage room was completely stuffed without a single gap left, and the scent of money and depravity hit the face.
Storing US dollars like this, treating money not as money, only Tony could do that.
Fury probably temporarily borrowed the money from Tony and would return it later.
Seeing so much money, Loya's eyes lit up and he swallowed hard. The expenses for opening "gold enchanting" for his items had a source again.
He didn't say much more either. With a wave of his big hand, the pay-to-win enchanting table landed on the ground, making a soft thud.
The unique shape, distinctive appearance, and the three spheres of light floating above it—especially the golden sphere of light—instantly attracted everyone's attention.
Even the knowledgeable Thor couldn't help taking a few extra glances.
Banner took the lead and trotted to the front of the enchanting table, curiously looking at this mysterious magical prop.
The technical verification and testing of the enchanting effects on Tony's armor previously were done by him.
After finishing the test, he was completely dazed, because the effect was simply too incredible, making a scientist with multiple Dr. degrees somewhat doubt life.
Every single effect violated the proper laws of physics, yet they truly existed and were hard to explain.
Well, after looking for quite a while, Banner shook his head helplessly. Apart from recognizing shapes and colors, he couldn't see any clues to the rest.
Tony crossed his arms and stood aside with a smug look on his face. He was, after all, the first person to know about the "pay-to-win enchanting table" and use it.
Looking at Banner and the others' reactions now was like looking at country bumpkins, which was quite interesting.
But soon, Tony noticed something was wrong, and his expression changed slightly.
This enchanting table seemed a bit different from last time; how come there was an extra golden sphere of light?
He didn't even notice it at first. He walked up quickly and curiously looked at the sphere of light that looked very expensive: "Loya, why is there an extra sphere of light?"
Loya couldn't help secretly giving Tony a thumbs-up. He was just missing someone to provide such an assist, so he could smoothly introduce the new functions that appeared on the enchanting table and incidentally attract Thor's attention.
"Ahem." He gave a light cough and said with a straight face, "This is a newly developed function of the enchanting table, called gold enchanting, which can perform higher-level and more powerful enchantments for equipment."
Loya raised an eyebrow, his tone mysterious: "And during the enchanting process, there is also a chance to enchant the equipment with its exclusive skill."
It can exert unexpected effects, just like talent skills in games, or you can treat it as special magic that can be cast freely.
As his words fell, Tony instantly widened his eyes, unable to hide his excitement.
Ordinary enchanting effects were already so powerful; how terrifying would the effects of a higher-tier enchanting be?
What's more, there were exclusive skills; whether it was strong or not didn't matter anymore, he just wanted to know what it would be if his armor got an exclusive skill?
At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart: Pay to win! Pay to win! Pay to win! I'm going to max out my payments! I want to be a pay-to-win player!
Tony waved his hand impatiently and asked: "How much money? I'll have someone transfer cash over right now!"
Loya spread his hands and smiled: "Gold enchanting, as the name implies, requires gold, not cash."
Hearing this, Tony's expression didn't change at all, and he asked casually: "Then how much gold is needed?"
Although most of his assets were not in gold-type assets, he still had quite a reserve of such hard currency.
Loya paused and finally said a number he felt was quite appropriate: "Five cubic meters of gold per enchantment."
"What?" Tony was stunned upon hearing this, his eyes wide open. This was too far from what he expected.
Ordinary enchanting was one million U.S. dollars, while the latter was five cubic meters of gold; the difference between them was tens of thousands of times.
His current gold reserves couldn't play dozens of times.
Not only did Tony find it incredible, but everyone present also widened their eyes.
Fury, who was originally very interested in this, quietly shut his mouth.
This was simply too expensive; it was hard for him to apply for funds from above.
However, if they were to build an absolute elite team in the future, this price wasn't completely out of consideration.
As for Natasha, Barton, and the others, they were simply dumbfounded upon hearing it.
They didn't understand much about that enchanting thing; they just thought it was magic and sounded very magical, but as for any specific concept, they really didn't have one.
But they knew what gold was.
Five cubic meters—they wouldn't earn that in ten lifetimes.
And this was just a magic enchanting opportunity; was playing magic really this expensive?
As expected, the more high-end things were, the more money they burned. Poor people like them really couldn't afford to play.
"Hahaha, I thought it was what, it turns out to be just gold. Mortals, your knowledge is too shallow."
Just then, Thor's bold laughter suddenly sounded. Hearing this voice, for some reason, everyone felt——
——Like an invincible tycoon.
Thor walked up to Loya and patted his shoulder: "Good friend, when I recover my divine power and return to Asgard, I can have as much gold as I want then.
The floor of the Gold Palace is paved with gold; I have plenty of these things. Giving you an asteroid full of gold mines directly at that time is no problem at all."
Then he leaned closer to Loya, lowered his voice, and asked mysteriously: "Can Mjolnir be enchanted?"
Thor initially thought it couldn't be enchanted; after all, Mjolnir itself already had multiple rune magic blessings.
But then he recalled that the things Loya did were always magical, and what happened with that divine weapon "solar judgment" was still vivid in his mind, so his interest was instantly piqued.
What if Mjolnir could also transform or something? That would simply be fantastic!
Loya's heart stirred: He's hooked; I'm afraid I won't have to worry about future enchanting counts.
He replied with a smile: "Of course it can, just think about my weapon."
Thor's eyes lit up, instantly filled with anticipation, with only one thought in his heart: Pay to win! Pay to win!
Sif and The Warriors Three and others not far away were also burning with fiery gazes; they also wanted enchantments, and the "solar judgment" had made them drool with envy.
Hearing Thor say that his family's floors were paved with gold, Fury's single eye widened slightly, and he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
As expected of an alien prince, much more outrageous than the princes from the Middle East. Establishing good diplomatic relations was imperative; whatever leaked out from between their fingers would be enough for S.H.I.E.L.D. to use for a long time.
Hearing Thor calling them mortals and unknowledgeable one bite at a time, Tony was very unhappy. This alien truly had no manners.
He originally wanted to retort a couple of times, but seeing that Thor and Loya's relationship was pretty good, the words on his lips were swallowed back down.
He thought about it and decided to let Happy send some gold over to give his armor some "gold enchanting".
But just as Tony pulled out his phone and hadn't started contacting yet, Fury's communicator rang. After Furyanswered the call, his expression changed, and after answering a few goods, he hung up the phone.
With a solemn expression, he said in a deep voice: "My allies sent me a message. The time for the Vampire to return to the lair for the ceremony has been advanced.
We must speed up our time and make a move while they gather to perform the ceremony; this is the safest way. Loya, start the enchanting; in about an hour, we'll have to take action."
When conducting tactical deployment earlier, Fury said that according to reliable news, the Vampire held a ceremony every month.
At that time, all the Vampires would return to the lair through tunnels to perform the ceremony.
At this time, there were no guarding forces outside the lair, which was the best time to infiltrate and the best opportunity to wipe them all out in one net.
Originally, the return time should be in the afternoon or evening, but now it had already started close to noon.
But with abnormalities, they had to speed up even more; otherwise, who knew what tricks the Vampire would pull off.
Tony had no choice but to put down his phone silently. It seemed they had to deal with the Vampire before they could conduct "gold enchanting".
Loya subconsciously felt it was a bit strange. It didn't change the time earlier or later, but changed right when they were about to attack the Vampire. No matter how he thought about it, it was weird.
But he didn't care much. Daytime was even better; he was more powerful during the day. Hacking all the Vampires to death would happen to let his "eternal wings" level up soon.
Loya immediately waved his hand, and the U.S. dollars in the storage room slowly floated, pouring out like flowing water, surging into the "pay-to-win enchanting table" at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing this move, everyone was stunned once again. After a few days of not seeing each other, there were more and more magical things about Loya.
Soon, the U.S. dollars in the storage room were depleted.
A line of numbers also appeared on Loya's panel.
[ Increase enchanting counts: 1400 ]
Looking at this number made him want to laugh. Only seventy times of it belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D., and the rest were all price differences.
He simply made a fortune.
Having harvested the counts, Loya immediately began to enchant the armor.
Banner watched as the nearly two-story-tall armor was directly taken into the sphere of light, widening his eyes in disbelief. There were actually spatial applications here as well.
There were a total of seven sets of armor, each enchanted ten times. Among them, Loya specially enchanted Tony's armor fifty times; after all, such an outrageous price difference was all thanks to Tony.
It's worth mentioning that most of the other armor pieces were enchanted for energy efficiency and defense.
Tony's had these enchantments too, but among the fifty enchantments, half of them were unexpectedly "Thorns", a reflection enchantment, which was also a bit outrageous.
This armor must be the reincarnation of a dragon turtle.
After enchanting the armor, Fury conducted another tactical deployment and advised Thor, who had no divine power, not to go, and even told his Asgard friends not to go either.
As for the effect, naturally there was none; Thor was so stubborn, he simply couldn't listen.
Helpless, Fury could only compromise and asked Loya to keep a close eye on Thor. This wasn't just about diplomacy, but more importantly, whether S.H.I.E.L.D. would have more money to make in the future.
With a wave of his hand, Loya directly gave the enchanted armor he had prepared to wear himself to Thor, turning instead to pilot a regular set of armor.
The original tactical deployment was for the seven sets of enchanted armor to take the lead in front and carry out comprehensive suppression, while other S.H.I.E.L.D. agentin the back held professional weapons to conduct auxiliary and cleanup work.
Now it was just that the person wearing the enchanted armor had changed.
At first Thor was still unwilling and wanted to use his own power, but under Steve's round of lecturing, he compromised, shouting that he would send Loya a lot of gold afterwards.
Loya was naturally happy to see this. In fact, he didn't need to wear armor at all; wearing armor actually somewhat affected him in unleashing more abilities, which was inferior to another way of driving. Saying so was just to put Thor at ease.
After a round of expedited operations, pre-battle preparations were completed, and everyone boarded the transport vehicle, ready to set off.
Just before leaving, Loya was called back by Fury, his gaze solemn: "To be safe, you help coordinate between Banner and Hulk so that Hulk is willing to participate in the battle."
[ Fury issues a quest to you ]
[ Quest: Coordination ]
[ Objective: Adjust the relationship between Banner and Hulk, and let Hulk make a move to participate in the battle ]
[ Reward: Experience Points + 1000, Banner Favorability + 20, Random Prop * 1 ]
Chapter 132 Hahahaha, you've fallen into the trap!
The Bronx.
The special vehicle carrying the S.H.I.E.L.D. members parked inside a hidden warehouse, quietly waiting for the ally and contact person mentioned by Fury to appear.
Loya found Banner and told him everything about Fury's request.
Hearing this, Banner fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "I knew Fury asked me to join the battle because of Hulk. But if Hulk can fight, it really is for the best."
He spread his hands and shook his head. "Even with Jarvisassisting me, piloting the armor to fight is still a bit difficult for me. After all, I'm just a scientist who doesn't know how to fight, and I might end up holding everyone back."
Ever since Hulk and Loya fought side by side last time, Hulk had never appeared again, but Banner knew that Hulk was always there.
However, he did not dare to actively summon Hulk to appear, still worried that Hulk would go wild and hurt innocent people.
But with Loya here, it was different. Loya could not only completely beat Hulk, but had also fought side by side with Hulk before, which was enough to keep Hulk from harming other innocent people.
Loya nodded. "Then I'll take this opportunity to introduce you and Hulk. We agreed on this before."
With that, he activated the abilities Mind Meditation and Mind's Eye, combining the ability to enter others' consciousness with heart-to-heart resonance.
Relying on his powerful spiritual power, he guided a wisp of Banner's consciousness into Hulk's conscious space.
The sky was gray, dark clouds covered the earth, and there was not a trace of sunlight left. Only a drizzle drifted down, sprinkling on the barren and dilapidated earth.
"I actually managed to come in. This is incredible." Banner looked around the conscious world with a curious face, while feeling himself. It was a feeling similar to a lucid dream, which was very magical.
He looked at Loya, who also appeared beside him, his eyes filled with amazement.
Talking to his own personality was understandable, but entering someone else's conscious space was something he truly could not understand.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't understand the principle behind it. It was too magical.
Looking at the environment of this conscious space, Loyaknew that Hulk's mood must be very bad.
The scene in the conscious space was inherently a manifestation of various psychological factors.
He looked at Banner and said, "Banner, let's make it quick. You also have permission for this conscious space. Just think about going in front of Hulk, and we can get there."
Banner nodded and immediately did so.
The next moment.
The images before the two distorted like rippling water, and when they stabilized, they had already arrived in front of Hulk.
On the shattered earth, the greenish Hulk squatted on the ground, drawing circles on the ground with his fingers, muttering, "Hulk——curses——Banner——will never be able to get it up——"
"Hulk——misses——Loya——"
"Banner——is a jerk——"
Banner: "——"
Aren't you my other personality? Why do I feel like I'm the third wheel? Also, isn't this curse a bit too vicious?
Seeing this, Loya smiled and shook his head, calling out softly, "Hulk, I'm here."
Hearing that familiar voice again, Hulk instantly raised his head, a smile blooming on his face.
At the same time, the entire conscious space underwent earth-shaking changes.
The sky instantly cleared up, and the dark clouds disappeared, replaced by blue skies, white clouds, and bright sunshine.
"You——came——Banner?!"
Raising his head, Hulk saw not only Loya but also Banner, and instantly he wasn't as happy anymore, his smile diminishing greatly.
The originally clear sky started raining again, except it was a sun shower.
Banner:
"
Is there any need for such differential treatment?
Loya shook his head and laughed, "Hulk, long time no see. It's time for us to fight side by side again. This time, I guarantee I'll let you have a good fight."
Hulk grinned widely, flashing a wicked smile at Loya, "Hulk! Charge!"
Then he looked at Banner, his expression instantly turning ferocious and baring his teeth, "Banner——why don't you——get lost?!"
In Hulk's eyes, Banner always wanted to get rid of him, so it would be a miracle if he gave him a good look.
Loya was also a bit helpless. It seemed he couldn't resolve the conflict between the two in one go today; they could take it slowly in the future. At least his favorability with Hulk shouldn't be bad.
Banner opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, and in the end could only sigh.
Loya shook his head, pressed down on Banner's shoulder, and with a thought, took him out of the conscious space.
Outside, Banner slowly opened his eyes, his gaze extremely complicated.
Meeting Hulk for the first time, he didn't even get to say a single word. Hulk's attitude toward him was simply too poor, even worse than expected.
But he was excessively good to Loya. Just seeing him made the entire conscious space change its appearance. Wasn't it just fighting together once? Could it be this outrageous?
Seeing Banner's puzzled look, Loya explained, "You wanted to get rid of Hulk before, which is equivalent to your closest person becoming an enemy, so hostility is normal. Take your time to get in touch with each other in the future. At least he'll come out for this mission."
Banner nodded, and that was all he could do.
It just felt a bit strange.
[Mission Coordination completed]
[Rewards: Experience +1000, Banner favorability +20, Item: Multiple Personality Potion * 1]
[Multiple Personality Potion: After use, it can cause the target's personality to split. The split personality has a probability of gaining superpowers.]
"6"
Looking at this reward, Loya could only feel speechless.
Another item to collect dust in the warehouse. He certainly couldn't use it on himself, nor could he use it on allies, let alone enemies. What if they awakened superpowers?
It was truly tasteless and useless.
Another half an hour passed.
In the special earphones Loya was wearing, Tony's voice came through, "Loya, the ally Fury mentioned has arrived."
He got out of the car and came outside the warehouse. He saw a tall black man wearing a black leather jacket, sunglasses, and carrying a long blade, talking with Tony.
Just standing there, this black man gave people a feeling of an inexplicable aura.
To put it in a rougher description, he was acting cool whether walking, sitting, or lying down.
"It really is him!"
Seeing the newcomer, Loya understood in his heart. He was wondering who could so easily know the traces of Vampires and cooperate with Fury.
It was exactly the person he guessed. This person was the famous Vampire hunter, Eric Brooks, nicknamed Blade.
However——
Loya frowned slightly. This guy's emotions were a bit off.
Guilty conscience, tension, vigilance, unease, and even carrying an inexplicable fanaticism.
This was very abnormal!
How could Blade, whose coolness was like the wind, have these kinds of emotions?
He observed Blade carefully and discovered a very strange thing: this guy's gaze always glanced intentionally or unintentionally toward Thor, Sif, and the others on the other side.
"It seems there really is a problem."
Loya thought to himself, then muted his own audio output to the outside and asked Venom in his arms, "Venom, do you feel that black man is acting weird?"
Venom wandered through various universes, so it might have other insights.
Hearing this, Venom quietly poked out a mini head, glanced at Blade, and let out an exclamation, "Whoa, the pretentious Blade, long time no see. How nostalgic."
After a casual remark, it lowered its voice and said, "I've possessed Blades from other universes before. The Blade opposite us has a hundred percent problem."
His acting is a bit stiff, not smooth or natural at all. He's just forcing it."
Loya:
What a truly unique appraisal method.
But since they all felt there was a problem, there was a high probability it was correct.
With this emotional reaction, could he be controlled?
However, Loya wasn't too worried. Blade looked very strong, maxed out on coolness and aura.
In reality, to him, it was just a matter of a kick. He had no threat, so let's see what happens first.
After Tony and Blade finalized the battle deployment, they began to gather the S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel.
Soon, Agent after Agent appeared from various hidden locations.
Every single one of them was wearing a standard Iron Armor.
Obviously, this was sponsored by Tony.
After all, they were attacking the enemy's base camp, and they needed to ensure everyone's combat effectiveness.
They were just some standard armors, which was a drop in the bucket for Tony. If that place hadn't affected signals, Tony probably would have used wireless armors directly.
Seeing these armors, a trace of surprise and relief flashed in Blade's eyes, but covered by his sunglasses, no one noticed. He waved his hand, his expression fierce, as if they were irreconcilable enemies, "Those damn Vampires have already started their ritual, and now is their weakest moment. Let's speed up and wipe them out in one fell swoop!"
With that, he flicked his trench coat and energetically led the way in front.
Everyone followed closely behind.
The Vampire's lair was deep underground, a huge underground palace that had been excavated.
Under the circumstance that they had already been hit hard once, they could still quietly create such a huge underground palace. Obviously, it must be related to some powerful human traitors.
Along the way, there was no defense, and they arrived smoothly at the entrance of the so-called lair.
That was an extremely tall cave entrance, almost three stories high, and the space outside the cave was also extremely vast.
There were no protective measures at the cave entrance, but that patch of space appeared somewhat hazy, making it impossible to see what was inside.
This was perhaps the energy field that affected signals that Tony mentioned earlier.
Seeing this scene, Loya became even more convinced that Blade had a problem.
Under the influence of Voice of All Things and several other sensory abilities, he discovered some clues.
Venom in his arms also spoke quietly, its tone full of concern, "Boss Loya, Blade definitely has a problem. Passing through this cave entrance will take us into another small dimensional space. Be careful, oh."
Loya nodded, his expression calm, "Alright, I will carefully hack all the Vampires on the other side to death."
Venom: "——"
Forget it, flattery was in vain.
It didn't speak anymore, shrinking back into the bag to watch a good show.
Tony looked at Loya, his eyes carrying a hint of curiosity, "Loya, we can put on the armors before going in."
"Alright."
Loya smiled slightly, waved his hand, and the giant armor stored in the system space appeared in front of everyone.
This originally spacious space instantly became crowded.
The giant armor was inconvenient to transport, but his system space didn't have this restriction, so he just brought it over directly.
Seeing this scene, Tony couldn't help praising, "Your spatial magic is too amazing, you can put so many armors inside."
He was admiring Loya's magic more and more.
At the same time, he drooled with envy for this ability. This ability was too practical in all aspects, especially for someone like him who had a severe lack of firepower phobia.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent present were also amazed repeatedly. After witnessing this ability, they realized how convenient and powerful it was, simply a walking ammunition depot.
However, Blade did not think so. The look he gave Loyacarried a hint of a hidden, unexpressed faint murderous intent.
Hm!
Fortunately, Loya could perceive the murderous intent. Even if it was just a tiny bit, it was so clear in his perception.
He sneered inwardly, "Want to kill me, right? When we go in later, I'll dismantle your five limbs first."
Afterwards, everyone began to put on the armors. When the others had all put them on, Loya slowly stepped forward.
However, his piloting method was a bit strange. He did not enter the inside of the cockpit, but instead directly straddled the neck of the armor, looking rather bizarre.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent present were completely dumbfounded seeing this scene, having no idea what he was doing and unable to understand it at all.
Blade even opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, only feeling that the person in front of him had a screw loose. Surely you couldn't pilot armor like this, right?
Tony and the others also looked at Loya with puzzled faces. What kind of operation was this? At a time like this, don't mess around.
Seeing their puzzled expressions, Loya smiled slightly, "Who said you can't pilot armor like this? Isn't this still riding the armor?"
As his voice fell, the armor emitted a roar, the arc reactoron its chest bloomed with blue light, and its massive body slowly moved. Its movements were smooth and without any stagnation, looking just like someone was piloting it from inside.
Tony: "???"
S.H.I.E.L.D. agent present: "???"
Blade: "???"
What is going on?
Why did the armor start?
Is there a ghost?
Tony was still asking inside the armor, "Jarvis, did you do this?"
Jarvis replied quickly, a hint of confusion in his mechanical tone, "Mr. Stark, I didn't do anything. Moreover, I cannot control that armor; all permissions have failed."
Tony's eyes widened, his mouth opened wide, and he couldn't help cursing, "What the f*ck? What kind of ghost is this?"
What kind of magic is this again?
Seeing them frightened by his ability King of Riding, Loyaheld back his laughter and urged with a straight face, "Hurry up and move, time is tight! This is my unique skill. If you want to learn it later, I can teach you, but don't blame me if you can't learn it."
Only by piloting the armor this way could he use various skills and unleash his strongest combat power.
Everyone snapped out of their shock and confusion, steadied their minds, and decided not to think about these unexplainable things for now and focus on the battle first.
Blade's murderous intent toward Loya grew heavier. To actually have such an ability, he must die first.
He also urged, "Taking advantage of the fact that they are still conducting the ritual, let's hurry in and ambush them."
With that, he took the lead and rushed in impatiently.
The space at the cave entrance rippled like water waves. After Blade entered it, it was as if he had entered another world, completely out of sight.
Loya smiled slightly and stepped into it second.
He had eye of aurora, so whichever space it was, he could enter and exit at will.
A slight sense of spatial pulling came over. Before the image in front of him became clear, a pungent, nauseating smell of blood had already drilled into his nostrils.
The moment the image completely froze, what appeared before Loya's eyes was not some enemy lair, but a long blade stabbing straight at his face with a chilling, fierce light!
At the same time, a smug, ferocious laugh exploded in the space: "Hahahaha! You've fallen for our trap!"
Chapter 133: Blade, the Loyal Simp
In a bizarre, blood-red space reeking of the scent of blood, a supremely smug, ferocious laugh echoed through the air.
Blade leaped high into the air, the fangs at the corners of his mouth baring hideously, his pupils scarlet, and his expression twisted and ferocious. Even his muscles were writhing and expanding at a terrifying speed.
The bloody aura within the space boiled along with his movements.
There was nothing resembling a Vampire hunter about him; this appearance was even more vampiric than a Vampire, making him a pure monster.
Blade was extremely smug at this moment; his long-awaited efforts had finally paid off.
Putting on a false facade with that one-eyed black ghost every day had prevented him from properly serving Master.
Now, the time for harvest had finally arrived.
"The damned elite sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. are all going to die here today!"
And he would become the first Vampire to kill S.H.I.E.L.D.elites, the very Vampire who killed the strongest one!
That detestable one-eyed black ghost had actually managed to find a powerful mage just like Master; appearances can truly be deceiving.
It was just that this mage was too contemptuous of the enemy and too arrogant. Not only did he not enter inside the armor, but he even dared to enter right behind him.
Didn't he know that mages all feared close combat?
Chop him to death with a single slash!
Kill the mage, slaughter the elites, then present that blond gorilla whose blood smelled exceptionally delicious to Master, and finally complete the plan to enslave all of humanity.
By that time, he would definitely be able to serve by Master's side forever, becoming Master's most loyal and powerful loyal dog, witnessing the arrival of the Vampire era!
His thoughts flashed by extremely fast, and Blade felt wonderful inside, as if he saw a bright future beckoning to him.
His muscles expanded even more exaggeratedly, the speed of swinging his long blade became even more ferocious, his pupils were filled with bloodthirsty madness, and he let out a roar: "Arrogant mage, go to hell!"
Blade seemed to have already smelled the fragrant aroma of gushing fresh blood; the mage's blood should be even more delicious.
However—
Things never quite turned out as one wished.
Looking at Blade, who thought victory was within his grasp, Loya merely smiled slightly and gently raised his right hand.
Clearly Blade was the ambusher, and clearly he struck first, yet Loya's speed was even faster than his—so fast that even Blade, a Daywalker with a powerful physique and rich combat experience, couldn't react in time.
"Armament Haki" instantly wrapped around Loya's right hand. He seized the blade that was almost pressed against his face, gripped it tightly, and then pressed it downward.
Crackle, crackle!
Sparks flew everywhere in a series of explosions, accompanied by a dark red airflow rapidly spreading outward.
Under the erosion of the killing intent, the blade that the palm brushed past rapidly turned to ash starting from the tip, drifting away with the wind.
"Wh—what?"
Until the weight in his hand suddenly lightened, and his prized long blade turned to ash, leaving only a hilt.
Only then did Blade react, his face still maintaining that ferocious, smug expression.
In just an instant, his long-standing combat experience and sense of danger prompted him to make the fastest reaction and the most correct decision.
Run!
Must run!
If I don't run, I'll die!
This mage is outrageously strong!
Blade's trace of smugness had been completely crushed, leaving behind only terror.
At this moment, he had no time to care why this mage could crush his weapon barehanded; his heart was filled only with attachment to Master.
If he died, who would serve Master? Who else could be as loyal as him? Only he could take good care of Master!
Relying on that dense aura of a simping dog, Blade, who was soaring in mid-air, abruptly halted his momentum, looking completely defying the laws of physics.
Immediately after, a visible bloody mist gathered in front of him.
He stamped hard, using the recoil force transmitted from the mist to escape in the opposite direction.
Sparing no praise, Blade was truly a battle-hardened warrior; this whole set of maneuvers was as smooth and fluid as flowing water.
It was hard to imagine that someone could make even running away look so handsome and flamboyant.
But as for the result, things still didn't turn out as wished.
Loya activated his telekinesis, and an invisible force crushed down toward Blade with overwhelming pressure.
Blade's backward-flying body instantly froze, as if time had been paused, and then he uncontrollably drifted slowly back in front of Loya.
The expression of relief on his face vanished in an instant, replaced by deep fear and bewilderment.
"Why... is he so strong?"
Blade struggled desperately with all his might, the bloody mist surging and receding in a continuous cycle.
Stimulated by the mist, his muscles trembled visibly, blue veins bulging and writhing like earthworms, looking grotesque and terrifying.
But the result was naturally completely useless; that invisible force pressed down on Blade like a giant mountain, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it even a bit.
Aside from his eyes and mouth being able to move, not even a single finger on his entire body could budge.
He looked at Loya in panic and issued a soul-searching question: "Aren't you a mage? Why can you crush my blade with your bare hands?"
Loya sneered: "What era is this, and you still have stereotypes about mages? A true mage must possess an invincible physique, and then cast Light.
After that, you can pick up your weapon and brawl with the enemy. Where did you crawl out from, you old-timer? You don't even understand this; how embarrassing. Read some more books."
After saying that, he even rolled up his sleeves, revealing an arm even more robust and sturdy than Blade's.
Seeing this scene, Blade fell completely silent. Turns out from start to finish, he was the only clown, and the opponent didn't care at all.
With such a powerful physique, he might just be able to punch him to death.
But what kind of mage doesn't practice magic, and instead trains their physique? That's not right, is it?
If a mage doesn't rely on magic, are they still a mage? Shouldn't that be a warrior?
Right at this moment, ripples stirred in the space behind Loya, and hazy figures of several suits of armor emerged.
It was Tony and the others bringing S.H.I.E.L.D. agent into this space.
"Blech! Blech! Blech!"
Before everyone could even steady themselves, they let out sounds of continuous retching.
The scent of blood in the air was simply too thick, stimulating people to retch uncontrollably.
And when the scene became completely clear, Tony almost threw up.
Through the armor's observation camera, the ground was a dark red, resembling the state of dried blood, and it shimmered with a sickening, oily gloss.
Amidst the dark red, countless tiny fragments of flesh and blood were mixed in, seen so clearly and distinctly under the lock of the armor's window.
Because the system was too advanced, it even began automatically analyzing the composition of these residues and which part of the human body they came from.
"Blech!"
Where had Tony ever seen such things? His heart couldn't handle it at all, and he retched repeatedly, immediately issuing an order inside the armor: "Jarvis... op... open the adolescent protection mode, and activate the internal air circulation and filtration system for all armor through the temporary local network."
"Understood, Mr. Stark."
Jarvis replied, and then activated the protection mode and filtration system.
The terrifying scene in Tony's field of vision was covered with a layer of pixels, and the filtration system quickly turned on, expelling those sickening bloody odors outside the armor.
The sounds of retching present gradually stopped.
Tony took a deep breath, feeling like he had come back to life, and only then had time to search for Loya's figure.
When he saw the scene before him clearly, question marks seemed to pop up above Tony's head—what kind of situation was this again?
He saw that previously very pretentious black man suspended in mid-air in a big-dipper shape, still holding a knife hilt in his hand, looking somewhat comical.
Wasn't this an ally? What happened?
Tony asked in his earpiece: "What happened here?"
Loya switched his headset channel to the public channel and slowly explained: "This guy has probably been controlled by Vampires, or defected to the enemy. Fury has been kept in the dark all along."
"What?"
The scene instantly erupted in an uproar. No one would question Loya's words, but a wave of panic surged in their hearts.
Their biggest source of information was a traitor; were the preparations they made actually useful? Could they really annihilate the Vampires and get out alive?
Inside another suit of armor, Steve narrowed his eyes, his dissatisfaction with Fury growing a bit heavier.
To not even conduct a proper investigation into such a matter—how does this Director even do his job? He really deserves a whipping!
Thor also silently grinned his large mouth, muttering that he had always felt the one-eyed bald guy's gaze toward him was a bit off.
Turns out this guy was a pitfall; he dared to send people out with full force even when the intelligence was wrong? Loya's Officer was simply too unreliable.
Tony didn't say anything. He had never completely trusted Fury, and this situation was within his expectations, so he had a contingency plan.
He silently manipulated his armor. A small opening appeared on the armor's heel, dropping many mini-robots that scattered to survey the surrounding space.
Meanwhile, Natasha, Barton, and Coulson were extremely shocked, letting out an exclamation.
Natasha said in disbelief: "Blade, years ago we fought side by side, and you even saved Fury's life.
Weren't you the one who hated Vampires the most? At that time, you were the one who personally destroyed Dracula. We trusted you so much, how could you turn out like this now?"
"Shut up!"
Who would have thought that upon hearing these words, Blade's face flushed red, and he let out a furious roar to cut Natasha off.
His expression was excited, turning sorrowful and frantic.
"You damned woman don't understand anything! That is the most painful memory of my life. I actually once killed my most beloved Master, wuwu..."
As Blade spoke, he actually started crying: "I understand now. I was born to serve Master, and I will follow him forever, until death—ah—!"
Before he could finish his words, Blade let out a heart-wrenching scream.
A blurry, unknown object dropped from between his legs, slamming onto the ground with a pat, splashing a spray of blood.
The males present suddenly felt a chill, feeling a coldness between their legs, and simultaneously clamped their thighs shut.
Loya glared at Blade and asked viciously: "Did you remember now? Did you remember those once beautiful memories?"
Blade trembled incessantly, panting heavily as he glared at Loya: "Fa—fuck—ahhh!"
An invisible force swept across Blade's limbs, and his limbs snapped off on cue, the cuts being extremely smooth.
Looking at Blade, who was now missing all five limbs, Loya asked again coldly: "What about now? Did you remember now?"
Blade glared viciously at Loya, wishing he could devour him alive, yet replied firmly: "I... I am Master's most loyal... servant."
Loya shrugged somewhat helplessly: "It seems my painful memory therapy doesn't work."
He hadn't expected Blade to be controlled so thoroughly, remaining loyal to Dracula even under such circumstances.
He was rather curious about what method was used; this method of raising a simping dog was truly a bit interesting.
Seeing this scene, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent present were so frightened they didn't dare to breathe loudly, praying in their hearts never to be controlled.
They certainly didn't want to endure this kind of "painful memory therapy".
Right during this brief questioning time,
under his powerful self-healing ability, Blade's five limbs had already grown tender pink granulation tissue. Dark skin paired with tender pink limbs looked utterly eye-searing.
Loya casually tossed Blade to a SHIELD Agent and instructed: "Chop off however much grows back; don't let him recover his combat power. He has been controlled and is now our enemy."
He wouldn't kill Blade, but he couldn't let him recover his combat power either. The matter of breaking the control would have to wait until Dracula was dealt with.
That Agent didn't talk nonsense, drawing a small knife to cut off Blade's newly grown five limbs, focusing especially on that one down below.
Blade's face twisted, his voice filled with bewilderment: "What does my combat power have to do with that part? Are you sick in the head? Asshole!"
The Agent remained silent, simply silently executing Loya's order. If he said to chop the five limbs, he chopped the five limbs.
Enduring the excruciating pain, Blade spoke viciously: "When you entered this World, you already fell into my Master's control. He will send people to rescue me immediately! You're all going to die!"
Sure enough, not long after these words were spoken,
ripples surged in the space not far away, and dozens upon hundreds of figures appeared out of thin air.
At the lead were five massive suits of armor whose size was roughly comparable to the S.H.I.E.L.D. side.
However, the chests of those suits of armor did not have an arc reactor; instead, they were embedded with a heart larger than a human head, emitting bursts of beating sounds.
Behind them were mutated Vampires standing only half the height of the armor, but with ferocious appearances resembling dinosaurs. They formed a pitch-black mass, looking extremely terrifying.
Blade spoke smugly: "You're finished!"
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent instantly tensed up, activating their armor's combat mode to prepare for battle.
However, the enemy did not launch an attack immediately. One of the five suits of armor stepped forward, slowly speaking in a hoarse, deep voice: "Feeble ants, you—"
Swish!
Before the words could finish, a golden battleaxe measuring over ten meters long descended from the sky, instantly splitting the speaking Vampire along with his armor into two halves.
Light golden flames began to spread along the armor.
A wisp of dust drifted out from the armor, and the Vampire was dead beyond dead.
The battlefield instantly fell dead silent, everyone staring with wide eyes in disbelief at that unimaginably large battleaxe.
Loya curled his lips, speechlessly saying: "If you're going to fight, just fight. Why so much nonsense? Do you think you're the protagonist? Everyone has to listen to you? Acting so arrogant just as cannon fodder."
After complaining, to prevent friendly forces from stealing kills and reducing the stacks of "eternal wings", a thought flickered in his mind, and the "amplification staff" appeared in his hand.
Loya raised the amplification staff high and shouted loudly: "Go to hell, heretics! Divine Light Shining Upon All!"
Rumble!
A dazzling golden light erupted from the tip of the staff, resembling the descent of the Sun. The golden light rapidly expanded toward the Vampire army, enveloping all the Vampires within in the blink of an eye.
The so-called mutated Vampires, the moment they came into contact with this divine light, turned to flying ash and dissipated, unable to even leave last words.
These naive Vampires perhaps still thought they could slaughter everywhere and have a good feast.
In the end, they couldn't even endure a single flash of divine light, dying as dead as could be.
By the time the divine light dissipated, all the Vampires were completely dead, and even the bloody mist within this bizarre space had faded quite a bit.
On the blood-red earth, only lonely suits of armor remained.
Seeing this scene, the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were instantly engulfed by thick shock and pleasant surprise.
With such a powerful divine light around, what the hell were they afraid of? They could just follow behind to collect corpses and deal with any escaping fish.
But before they could rejoice for long, Tony's exclamation came from beside them: "Where is Loya? How did Loyadisappear?!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
They saw that Loya, who should have been sitting on the armor, had disappeared at some point, leaving behind only an empty suit of armor and slightly fluctuating space.
Chapter 134 Black magic Master Dracula
The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, who had just been overjoyed and thought this dangerous mission was already in the bag,
after seeing Loya, their most important and reliable asset, vanish, leaving behind only a patch of slightly fluctuating space as the sole clue,
grew flustered and uneasy once more. Murmurs gradually arose within the ranks, and panic spread among the people.
In truth, this could not entirely be blamed on their lack of firm willpower.
It was simply because they had fallen for a massive scheme; not only was the highest officer's source of information wrong, but now they could not even retreat.
Upon entering this space, they had already discovered that the entrance was gone. Behind them lay only an empty expanse of space with no way back. They could only move forward, having no other choice.
Now, Loya, their greatest reliance, had also disappeared, with his life or death unknown.
Even though the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents present were elites with rich combat experience, they inevitably found themselves somewhat at a loss.
Agents were not a suicide squad; they usually fought by exploiting information gaps, relying on reasonable plans, accurate intelligence, and thorough preparation to conduct operations.
Given the current situation, almost all of their preparations were known to the enemy. Entering the fray with a blank slate, their greatest advantage was gone.
Furthermore, the intelligence they understood had a high probability of being fake, which only added frost to snow.
To say they did not harbor resentment toward Fury would be false.
Among these agents, a large portion were Hydra moles planted inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
Risking so much and participating in such a dangerous operation, wasn't it just to collect two salaries, earn a bit more money, and support their families?
Now look at them—whether they could return alive was a question, let alone anything else.
Blade, who had originally been shocked by Loya's powerful magic and worried about harming Master, saw Loya vanish and noticed the emotional breakdown of these S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, instantly forming an idea in his mind.
Without limbs, he could no longer fight for Master, but he still had a mouth and could still share Master's worries. This was the proper quality of a servant.
Thus, Blade laughed loudly, arrogantly declaring: "Hahaha, I told you you were done for. My noble Master has already made a move, and your most powerful mage is already dead."
With your bunch of scrap metal, you are simply no match for us. Surrender, pledge allegiance to the Vampire, become a Vampire, and your lives might still be spared. This is the mercy of my Master——"
Splat!
Before his words could fade, a small knife that had just severed the fifth limb stabbed directly into Blade's mouth, twisting continuously for a few moments to mash his tongue to pieces.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent who made the move looked coldly at Blade, his voice cold to the extreme: "Go on, talk! Keep talking! Weren't you quite eloquent? Keep talking!"
"Mm-mm-mm——" Blade whimpered in pain, blood continuously spewing from his mouth, yet his eyes glared viciously at the other party.
"Do not panic!"
Just at this moment, Steve's voice, amplified through a loudspeaker, resounded across the entire field, calming the flustered crowd considerably.
His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a firm conviction that brought peace of mind: "Trust me, Loya will be fine. If, as this black man claimed, his Master could easily deal with Loya, then why didn't they deal with us together? That wouldn't be difficult."
"Therefore!" Steve raised his volume with exceptional certainty, "His Master must have gone to focus on dealing with Loya and has no hands to spare to deal with us. You all saw that spatial fluctuation."
"Right now is not Loya's solitary battle; it is a battle shared by all of us. Killing one more Vampire weakens the opponent's strength by another fraction. No matter what, it will help Loya."
"If you want to survive, pick up your weapons and stand up! Stand up and fight! For Loya, and for ourselves! Fight!"
It had to be said that Steve was truly a born leader. After these words, the originally flustered S.H.I.E.L.D. team instantly quieted down, waiting quietly for his orders.
Steve waved his hand broadly and immediately began issuing combat commands: "Banner, you and I take the front and clear the path!"
"Barton and Natasha take the left flank to meet the enemy!"
"Coulson, take Thor and his friends to attack from the right!"
"Tony is most skilled at using armor, so he will control the armor left behind by Loya to guard against enemies from the rear and stand ready to provide support at any time."
"All other agents, enter the defensive perimeter formed by the giant armor, act according to circumstances, and listen to my command, understand?"
The S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents immediately responded loudly: "Received, Officer!"
Natasha, Thor, and the others also responded loudly through their earpieces: "Understood, Captain!"
Tony also replied in a deep voice.
At this moment, the screen before his eyes was filled with dense data transmitted by the robots. Looking at this data and analysis, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his gaze was exceptionally solemn.
Things were looking a bit ominous.
With Steve's orders, everyone took action, advancing steadily forward while guarding against enemies that might appear at any moment.
Passing by those Vampire armors, Steve's gaze turned cold. These damned heretics actually possessed armor developed by humans—one could imagine what kind of collusion lay behind it.
Human traitors truly deserved to die!
On the other side,
Loya's figure slowly emerged, looking around this new place with a curious expression.
Unlike the previous blood-red space, it was pitch black here, where one could not even see one's own hand before their face.
But Loya didn't need eyes to see things; he took everything into his mind.
This was a space without a ground. Pitch black in all directions with no end in sight, it seemed as though no matter which way one walked, it would lead to an endless abyss, exuding an extremely dense and chaotic aura of evil.
In fact, the moment that spatial force wanted to teleport him, he had already sensed it and could have avoided it at any time.
However, Loya did not do so. Instead, he allowed that force to bring him over. The reason was that he had the Eye of Aurora and could leave at any time; taking a look around didn't matter.
Of course, the most crucial part was still the system prompt ringing in his ears.
[Triggered special hidden BOSS, Black magic Master Dracula]
[Introduction: Dracula, the Vampire Ancestor who was resurrected from the dead and cultivated the incomplete Darkhold, has abandoned his own freedom and become a servant of the Dimensional Demon God]
[Objective: Defeat Dracula and stop his evil plan]
[Rewards: Experience +15,000, Special Item x2, Precious Item x1, Dungeon Entrance Ticket "Dark Original Sin"]
A special BOSS—this was the first time he had encountered one, and he very much wanted to see what good loot dropping this BOSS would yield.
Loya observed for a good long while, yet could not see anything special about this space, nor did he understand why that old dog Dracula had brought him here.
At this moment, Venom crawled out of his pocket, its tone unusually solemn: "Lord Loya, if I'm not mistaken, this should be an anchor space."
"An anchor space?" Loya was slightly stunned, somewhat puzzled, "What does that mean?"
Venom explained: "An anchor space, to put it bluntly, is actually a locator. Perhaps it locates a certain dimension, or perhaps it's meant to locate a certain position within a dimension."
Loya was even more perplexed, his brows slightly furrowed: "Then why did that son of a bitch bring me here? To watch the door for him? Isn't he afraid I'll wreck this place?"
Venom shook its head, its tone grave: "I think it's probably to trap you, to keep you from getting out and prevent you from ruining his plans or something."
It explained: "The power of an anchor space is extremely chaotic, but also extremely stable and very difficult to destroy."
"The scariest part is that because of this chaos, it disrupts mages from using dimensional power. Therefore, getting out will be extremely difficult."
"Oh, I see." Loya suddenly understood, but in his heart, he wasn't panicked at all.
He wasn't a traditional mage; the power he used was entirely his own, so there was no issue of disruption.
Besides, his teleportation relied on the eye of aurora, so he wasn't afraid of this point at all.
Therefore, this so-called anchor space couldn't serve any trapping purpose against him.
Seeing that Loya was nonchalant, Venom advised: "Lord Loya, you must never underestimate an anchor space. This place has trapped and killed many arrogant mages in the past; it's not that simple."
"Oh." Loya nodded perfunctorily, "So what?"
These three words seemed to possess some kind of magic, directly preventing Venom from spitting out a single word of what it was going to say next.
It sighed and cursed inwardly: "Damn you, Loya, if you want to die, can you not drag me along? Or leave your weird gadgets to me before you die, would you?"
Although it thought this way in its heart, it didn't dare say it out loud. Aside from anything else, at least right now Loyacould crush it to death with a single squeeze.
Clap, clap, clap!
Right at this moment, a rhythmic sound of clapping came over, and ripples spread across the dark space.
A middle-aged man dressed in a classical swallowtail suit, wearing a top hat, and exuding an elegant demeanor slowly emerged.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth and a dashing demeanor, he said: "Truly, heroes come from the youth. At such a tender age, you possess such a powerful and pure Holy Light purification magic. It's just a pity that you are too arrogant. Young man, without my permission, you cannot leave this anchor space."
He pointed at Venom and praised: "Your pet is quite knowledgeable."
"Go fuck yourself and your pet," Venom cursed vehemently, "Your lord is a Symbiote, the greatest Symbiote! You living corpse with powder on your face, stay away from me! Get the fuck aside."
"Uh..." The sudden cursing left the man somewhat dumbfounded, and his clapping hand didn't know whether it should continue or not.
Loya's mouth twitched as he asked: "You are Dracula?"
Dracula nodded, looking proud: "That's right, it seems my great name——"
"Then go to hell!"
Before his voice could fade, Loya had already lunged forward!
With his left hand placed before his chest as boundless Holy Light burst forth, and his right hand holding a giant axe with the Power of the Sun circulating within it, he slashed fiercely toward Dracula, as if even space was about to be split open.
Such a swift and unexpected strike hit Dracula with no exception; the giant axe cleaved right into him.
It was just a pity that the result was not satisfactory.
This was merely a phantom; the real Dracula hadn't come at all and was hiding away goodness knows where.
Dracula's phantom rapidly dissipated, and his exasperated voice echoed within the space.
"You hateful brat! I originally wanted to invite you to join the Vampire clan and rule the world together with me, but since you are so tactless, then go die.
I want to see how many more times you can release Holy Light without the replenishment of dimensional power! However——if you wish to beg for mercy, remember to kneel and call me Master, hahahahaha——..."
Dracula's phantom disappeared, but at the spot where he vanished, a blood-red skull appeared out of thin air.
An indescribable aura of evil gathered within the skull.
Countless shrill, miserable screams suddenly rang out across this anchor space.
It was as if countless evil, bloodthirsty undead were imprisoned inside that skull, waiting to be unleashed and devour everything before them.
Seeing this, Venom shuddered and cried out in shock: "Lord Loya, careful! This is undead magic; there are at least tens of thousands of evil undead inside that will devour your soul and flesh! Run! Run away!!!"
Hearing this, Loya was slightly taken aback, instinctively glancing at the information on the system panel.
[eternal wings upgrade layers: 9173/9999]
He burst into laughter, his expression excited. Instead of running away, he lunged straight forward, shouting loudly: "Hahaha, little darlings, here I come!"
Venom: "???"
If you want to die, can you not drag me along!
Chapter 135: The Eternally Burning Wings, Lead Me Away From Mortal Sinking
"No! You will really die! I'm begging you!"
Venom roared loudly, its voice almost hoarse.
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It was a pity that even if it shouted until its throat broke, it could not stop Loya's actions, and could only watch helplessly as he lunged toward the blood-colored skull filled with evil spirits.
Just like a moth flying into a flame.
At this moment, Venom's mind was somewhat dazed. Why was Loya, who used to be so insidious, acting like a fool now? The anchor space didn't even have a function to lower one's intelligence.
Although this guy's holy light status was extremely high, being the top-tier kind it had ever seen in its vast memories, it had an almost fatal suppression on evil spirits.
But such a powerful holy light must also consume an extremely terrifying amount of energy.
In this chaotic and enclosed anchor space, it was impossible to draw power from other dimensions, and its own power decreased with every bit used.
Instead of saving energy to figure out a way to escape this ghost place, he went to deal with those evil spirits. Wasn't that deliberately courting death?
Furthermore, since Dracula deliberately left these evil spirits behind, it was conceivable that the strength of these evil spirits must not be low.
Not running away and going to fight instead—wasn't this eagerly diving right into someone else's trap? It was sheer, utter stupidity.
So what if he could win? In the end, wouldn't he still be trapped in this ghost place and die silently?
Seeing that persuasion had no effect whatsoever, Venom couldn't be bothered to say any more.
It just silently accumulated its strength, constantly preparing to slip away into another universe.
As for why it hadn't run away yet, it was naturally because it was coveting the magical little gadgets on Loya.
If it could run away with a few magical little gadgets, that would be simply wonderful.
At that time, wouldn't it be able to completely crush all kinds of Symbiotes, complete its revenge, and reach the pinnacle of the Symbiote?
"Hehehe——"
It grinned widely, already beginning to daydream about a bright future.
However, imagination was wonderful, but reality was often cruel.
While Venom was daydreaming about a bright future, Loyahad already approached the blood-colored skull.
At this moment, shrill screeches echoed endlessly from within the blood-colored skull, emitting blood mist and black smoke, with wisps of evil aura permeating the air, making one's heart race with fright.
It was foreseeable how terrifying the evil spirits within were.
Yet Loya grinned broadly and laughed aloud, looking not the least bit frightened, but instead acting as if he had seen some great treasure.
He flipped his palm, and the solar judgment appeared in his hand, beginning to transform according to his will, turning into a long whip in the blink of an eye.
Immediately after, he flicked it lightly, and the long whip curled up as if it had life, wrapping the entire blood-colored skull within it.
It formed an airtight ball of whip.
Loya snapped his fingers, and the golden fire of the Sun instantly ignited on the long whip.
Feeling that it was still not enough, with a thought, a faint holy light began to bloom from this large ball once again.
With this, the task was successfully completed!
The characteristics of the solar judgment and the effects of the Divine Illumination inherently had an extreme suppression on these undead.
Now that the two were used together, the effect was even more unquestionable.
He only needed to wait for the undead to break through the restraints, and that would be harvest time!
"Hehehe——Hahaha——Roar roar roar——"
As several ferocious screams sounded, the evil spirits within the blood-colored skull finally broke free from that restraint and managed to escape.
Evil spirits at this moment had the deepest resentment and were at their most terrifying, which was also the reason why Dracula did not release them completely at the very beginning.
As for directly destroying the blood-colored skull, that was also the worst strategy; no mage was willing to deal with so many evil spirits all at once.
Although Loya could directly eliminate them all, he also had his own considerations.
Making the enemy feel at ease first, making them think he was struggling hard to resist, and keeping their attention away from himself—only then would it be convenient to play dirty.
"Devour——everything——"
The evil spirits that broke free were filled with deep resentment, determined to tear apart and devour everything in front of them.
They would become a giant wave sweeping across the mortal world! Swallowing everything!
Then, the evil spirits saw the holy light and the fire of the Sun thrust right into their faces.
Sizzle~
The evil undead, like butter melting in the mouth, vanished in an instant.
They were burned to ashes the moment they touched the holy light; some powerful ones barely survived the first wave of holy light, only to crash head-on into the fire of the Sun, burned until not even slag remained.
This whip ball became an unsurpassable chasm for the evil spirits; touching it meant death.
Bursts of black smoke rose from the whip ball, accompanied by the miserable wails of the evil spirits.
The evil spirits did not have much sanity, but they still possessed instinctive fear. Faced with such an unsurpassable desperate situation at this moment, their instincts drove them to retreat, wanting to return into the skeleton.
But as soon as they retreated, they bumped into other evil spirits that couldn't wait to come out and devour everything, getting squeezed back, crashing into the holy light and flames, repeatedly annihilating back and forth like this.
Loya watched all this with cheerful delight.
"Fully automated stack farming, I really am a little genius."
By doing this, he wouldn't wipe out all the evil spirits at once and attract the attention of that old monster Dracula, while also lowering that old monster's vigilance to facilitate subsequent actions—killing two birds with one stone.
Play the fool for a wave first, and screw him over secretly.
Loya was pleased.
But Venom was dumbfounded on the spot.
It stared blankly at the evil spirits delivering themselves to their deaths, vaguely seeing the scene where it once sent its offspring to die, which was also like moths flying into a flame.
"Bro, seriously? You can even play like this?"
Venom's heart was shaken; it never expected that such an operation was even possible.
It indeed knew that Loya's newly acquired weapon was extremely formidable, but it had never thought that the suppression against evil spirits would be to this extent.
No matter how powerful it was, there still had to be a process of usage.
But what about now? It just automatically ignited a little fire, incidentally added a trace of weak holy light, and burned those very powerful evil spirits into ashes. Did it have to be so outrageous?
This cost almost no power at all; the weapon was doing all the work. No wonder he didn't care at all.
Of course Venom didn't know that Loya's weapon was not only inherently powerful with outrageous characteristics, but also enchanted by the pay-to-win enchanting table, along with the effects of various ability blessings.
It belonged to having all sorts of buffs stacked to the maximum; it would be strange if eliminating evil spirits wasn't this simple.
Venom shrank its body, silently putting aside the thought of running away to other universes; it found that it had still underestimated Loya too much.
That appearance just now was clearly playing the fool.
Venom couldn't help thinking deeper: perhaps Loya wasn't just playing the fool to trick Dracula, but even tricking it as well. Otherwise, why wouldn't he explain a single word?
As long as it showed a tiny bit of abnormality, it would be pinched to death immediately.
Good grief.
The more Venom thought about it, the more it felt that was the case. This guy was too insidious.
Disguising himself at all times, he was simply an acting prodigy!
In the future, it must be careful and careful again, absolutely unable to reveal any flaws.
Nowadays, wanting to obtain a perfect start was truly difficult.
Loya had no idea that Venom had imagined so much content in its brain.
He had no grand thoughts at all; he was purely excited just seeing many evil spirits that could stack layers.
It was that simple.
Naturally, the result was also satisfactory; the stacks of the eternal wings soared upward, quickly reaching the number of stacks required for advancement.
[eternal wings has advanced, adding a second pair of wings]
[Existing effects have been enhanced]
[Justice Aura has been upgraded to World-Purifying Domain]
[World-Purifying Domain: Within the range, it not only enhances allies' attributes, but also continuously purifies low-level curses, weakens the dark environment, reduces enemies' casting efficiency, and causes continuous burning to evil and dark lifeforms that step into the domain]
[Acquired new effects: Judgment of Justice, Eternal Flame]
[Judgment of Justice: Using this ability will conduct a justice judgment. When your side's justice is higher than the enemy's, the damage dealt to the enemy will be true damage ignoring defense, and the enemy will suffer strong moral condemnation]
[Evaluation: Yes, that's right, I'll condemn you first, and if you don't listen, I'll beat you to death]
AI Model: gemini-3.5-flash
[Eternal Flame: The burning flame of the eternal wingshas become the Eternal Flame. When used on a target regarded as an ally, it will purify the target's negative statuses, cleanse the target's mind, soul, and body, and return them to their pure essence. When used on a target regarded as an enemy, it will inflict an unquenchable Eternal Flame, applying a burning status that incinerates the soul and body until the target is destroyed. When in possession of a suitable space, the Eternal Flame will transform this space into a habitat for souls, accommodating kind souls who are lost in the mortal realm and cannot find release, as well as punishing the unrepentant, evil souls of the fallen.]
[Evaluation: Eternally burning wings, take me away from the sinking of the mortal world.]
With the advancement of the "eternal wings," two pairs of giant, pure white wings suddenly unfolded behind Loya.
The once-burning orange-red flames were replaced by the platinum-colored Eternal Flame, emitting a holy and noble radiance, sacred and inviolable, as if a true Angel had descended.
A powerful sensation welled up within him.
"Very good, very good, excellent, Dracula. You've done a wonderful job. Once I get out, I will definitely repay you handsomely! You'll be the first to experience the Eternal Flame."
Loya was overjoyed. After the advancement of the "eternal wings," the bonuses to himself had increased; not only was a previous effect upgraded, but he had also gained two other effects.
The effect of the Eternal Flame was even more powerful, carrying a strong flavor of game mechanics.
It was all thanks to Dracula, this treasure-delivering boy. Otherwise, he would have had to wait a while longer.
It's just... why does it take so many stacks to get to the third pair of wings?!
[eternal wings Stacks: 111/999999]
Nearly one million evil and dark lives!
Loya felt his scalp go numb; it was far more ridiculous than he had imagined. At first, he thought a tenfold increase would be impressive enough.
He hadn't expected it to be a hundredfold.
But thinking about it carefully, when the wings reached their limit, not only would new special effects be unlocked and existing ones upgraded, but he would also receive special rewards, and the effects of these stacks would continue to accumulate.
That seemed reasonable.
With Venom's assistance, completing this task wasn't as difficult as imagined.
He could also farm the stacks himself. With a two-pronged approach, the time spent wouldn't be as long as he had thought.
If only there were a place where he could drop a nuclear bomb, or if he could have the Beast's subordinates die and resurrect infinitely.
Loya glanced at the whip ball. The evil spirits inside were still pouring out continuously. It would probably last for a while longer; farming another ten thousand stacks should be about right.
Dracula really is a good person—no, a good Vampire. It would be truly ungrateful not to thank him properly.
He sighed emotionally in his heart, then reached out and pinched Venom, who was trembling violently inside his bag.
Ever since the wings advanced, Venom had been trembling constantly, as if it had been frightened by something.
Loya held it up to his eyes. The creature's body was writhing violently, clearly terrified to the extreme: "Hey, Venom, what's wrong with you?"
Venom tremblingly poked out a head, its tone terrified: "Master Luo, I'm scared. I'm afraid of fire."
It was already afraid of fire, and the flame on Loya's wings was ridiculously terrifying. Just getting close made it feel like it was about to die.
"Oh~" Loya chuckled. "So you're afraid of fire. Well, once you get burned by fire, you won't be afraid anymore."
"Huh?" Venom was shocked.
The next moment, Loya summoned a ball of Eternal Flameand threw it directly onto Venom.
The flames instantly enveloped its entire body, burning fiercely.
"Ah! No! Master Luo! Daddy Loya! I was wrong, okay? Please spare me, don't burn me to death! I beg of you! Waaah—"
Venom instinctively began to beg for mercy, its body trembling and twisting violently as it rolled around in the air.
But after a while, the trembling gradually subsided, and it realized that... nothing seemed to be wrong?
Venom poked out a head and looked around its body. The platinum flames danced on its surface, but there wasn't the slightest burning sensation.
On the contrary, it felt a bit... comfortable, as if something bad inside its body was being purified.
"Sss~ So comfortable~"
It couldn't help but groan, then looked at Loya in disbelief: "Master Luo? What's going on?"
Venom was completely bewildered. Fire was one of its weaknesses, but now, not only was it not afraid, it was actually enjoying it.
Loya smiled slightly and explained, "This is a flame that can purify your own negative statuses and cleanse your soul and body. As long as I don't let it hurt you, you'll be fine."
Then he asked, "How is it? Do you feel anything special?"
Venom lowered its head and felt for a moment: "I feel like my resistance to fire has increased, and I seem to have gotten a bit stronger."
It was shocked to its core. This flame seemed to be burning away impurities while purifying its very essence, enhancing its abilities. It was simply incredible.
"And then?" Loya pressed, looking curious.
"And then..." Venom paused, "And then nothing."
"Any mental or spiritual changes?" Loya squinted and asked again.
Venom shook its head; it didn't feel anything like that at all.
Loya: "..."
He finally understood. The Eternal Flame could return one to their pure essence, but Venom's soul was just naturally pitch-black; there was no going back.
He shook his head: "Forget it, if there isn't, there isn't. I actually gave you a reward this time, so don't say I'm just painting illusions."
Venom nodded repeatedly, offering a flattering smile: "Hehe, Master Luo, you are absolutely right."
It now wanted nothing more than to slap itself twice. If it had run away halfway earlier, how could it have received such a benefit? This was a reward that could overcome its own weaknesses, incredibly precious.
Venom made up its mind: unless absolutely necessary, it would never leave Loya. It had to serve this master well so it could have a good life in the future.
This was the only existence across so many Universes that it completely failed to understand in every aspect, well worth acting like a sycophant for.
Loya decided to lie low first and observe from the shadows to see what that old monster Dracula was up to. In the end, he would wipe him and his plans out all at once, completing both the BOSS quest and the quest issued by Fury.
After thinking of an idea, he took out the "hacker phone" from his system space.
This scene left Venom, who was standing aside, completely dumbfounded.
Even though it had told itself countless times in its heart not to be surprised or question Loya's actions—after all, it had been slapped in the face several times already—
—it still couldn't help but ask: "Master Luo, what are you doing with a phone?"
It weakly reminded him: "There's no signal here."
"I know," Loya replied casually. He was actually just testing it out.
Back in Tony's lab, he had already successfully connected the "hacker phone" with that armor. Now, he was just testing if he could see the armor's camera feed.
Don't think of this as ridiculous; there was actually a basis for it.
The "hacker phone" never had any signal display to begin with; it was always just operated directly on target devices. As long as it was connected, it could be used anytime. He just didn't know if it could be used across different spaces.
Loya operated it skillfully. Soon, the screen on the phone changed, turning into the feed from the armor's camera.
At this moment, the armor was extending a chain blade, forcefully slicing open the head of a mutated Vampire.
Further away, a massive castle that looked as if it were cast in fresh blood could be vaguely seen, along with an unimaginably large pool of blood.
"What the f—!?"
Venom had been watching from the side. When it saw the screen light up, it couldn't help but curse.
What kind of indescribably ridiculous situation was this?
How could a phone transmit data over a network across different spaces?
On what basis?
Where's the signal?
Where's the network?
Is there a base station?
Don't tell me it can even browse online forums?
Is this fucking reasonable?
Venom had been to countless Universes and possessed the memories of the Symbiote Hive Mind, yet it had never seen anything so absurd.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme had to use magic to communicate with beings of other dimensions, yet Loyaonly used a phone. Ridiculous!
Loya cast a faint glance at Venom.
Although he was also shocked that it actually worked—as expected of a system product, a truly magical phone that defied all logic—
—this did not stop him from showing off a little to reinforce his mysterious image. He spoke with feigned indifference: "And here you are, having been to so many Universes. You're so ignorant, making a fuss over nothing. There will be plenty more things you've never seen before in the future."
Venom fell silent for a moment, and instantly made a firm decision in its heart.
It was absolutely going to cling to this thigh!