Boom!
Tony was flying back and forth in the air.
Nearby, anti-aircraft guns and missile systems exploded.
The impacts shook him and threw him around, but he did not fall.
When he returned to Aron, Tony's steel suit was already black-and-white, scratched and damaged.
Conventional weapons could not penetrate the Mark armor, but the protective coating on it was completely gone.
"How does it feel to be beaten up by ordinary people?" Aron sneered from the side.
Tony had practically been bombarded the entire way back to Limbo by anti-aircraft fire. One could say he was beaten without anyone laying a hand on him.
"Why do you even care?"
"They attacked your world, your territory!" Tony lifted his visor and, gasping for breath, asked.
He didn't even care that he had just been blown apart in the sky. What drove him crazy was that Aron was standing on the sidelines, cold and calm, as if nothing was happening.
This contrast reminded Tony of one saying: the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is.
"That's right, Tony."
"Imagine a three-year-old child coming up to you with bare hands, trying to hit you."
"And you're wearing the Hulkbuster armor."
"Would you panic in that situation?" Aron asked him rhetorically.
Nervous? Him? The workers and demons around them showed not a shred of panic. Some looked as though they could hardly wait to sit down and watch the show, curious how far those "cubs" could go with their weapons.
"I understand what you mean, Aron. I know this weapon can't threaten Limbo, let alone you."
"But the point is this isn't just an army attack, this is Ross's decision. His personal action."
"States are real..." Tony tried to continue, but Aron waved his hand indifferently.
"Tony, there's a saying: the best weapon in the world is fired only once."
"By the way, was that said by your father Howard, or by you?" Aron tilted his head. "Never mind, I know you understand the meaning."
Tony fell silent.
Of course he knew. He knew better than anyone what that sentence meant, and what it carried with it.
"I… I can't just watch this happen…"
"Open a portal for me and send me back to Earth."
Aron looked at him without a word.
Tony noticed the way Aron looked at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You think I'm stupid?"
"I can't defeat you, nor can I convince you… So why should I stay here and humiliate myself?" Tony sighed.
He knew, ever since the moment Aron mentioned "the best weapon," that the fate of General Ross and his army was already sealed.
But what could he do?
Nothing.
Moreover…
"I don't want to be your enemy."
"This is for the good of mankind. And… for my own good." Tony said in a serious tone.
Aron listened to him, then only replied with two words:
"Stupid hat!"
He opened a portal, and without hesitation, kicked Tony inside.
"People knock on my door."
"I just respond."
"And they paint me as some kind of demon against all mankind."
Aron lowered his gaze to the front lines, where General Ross was.
The battle was already in full swing. The sounds of gunfire, explosions, and cries mixed into chaotic noise.
"What are you striking at?" Aron narrowed his eyes, focusing.
Before his eyes appeared Ross's army, fiercely attacking a group of lower-ranked demons.
It was no surprise; an army of tens of thousands of men, heavily armed, suddenly appearing in Limbo, was bound to attract the attention of every demon nearby.
"Why are these people attacking us?"
"I don't know…"
The lower-ranked demons, confused by Aron's earlier order not to approach, at first thought the army might have just wandered into Limbo.
But as soon as they came close, Ross's soldiers opened fire and began savagely bombarding everything in front of them.
For this invasion, General Ross could not be described as ill-prepared.
Ammunition for all weapons and equipment had been replaced with armor-piercing rounds. Even the assault rifles in the soldiers' hands used tungsten-core bullets.
Sonic cannons!
Laser weapons!
Electromagnetic railguns!
Wait a minute… everything possible.
"I'll use the specifications against the Hulk now against you, demons."
"If I don't believe you deserve to die, I won't kill you."
Close-range fire. Several lower-ranked demons were turned into sieves. A smile appeared on General Ross's face.
Yes, exactly as he expected.
Demon? So what!
In front of 25 mm depleted uranium shells, fired from a Bradley infantry fighting vehicle, all beings are equal.
"Sir!"
"Recon drone footage has come back!"
"…"
"Very good! Armored units advance now! Destroy every hellish creature you see!"
"Now we are God's messengers! Fight for justice!"
General Ross did not know that he had only eliminated a few of the weakest demons. The first battle was won.
He ordered the commanders of the armored units to march directly forward.
The new drone footage showed a massive demon settlement, tens of kilometers ahead. Inside were at least tens of thousands of demons.
Ross immediately ordered the armored forces to circle around both flanks and launch a sharp offensive. At the same time, a formation of assault helicopters rose into the sky.
Three fronts!
Preparing to wipe out tens of thousands of hellish demons in one strike.
Thunder rumbled…
But before the armored units could move, the ground suddenly trembled. As if the entire Limbo was shaking.
"What's happening?"
"General, the source is at eleven o'clock!"
"Quick, send a drone there!"
"This is bad! All drones are offline!"
While Ross was communicating with his men, the ground shook even harder. As if thousands of soldiers were charging straight at them.
And that was exactly what happened.
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"What?"
"The Lord Satan has called us to destroy the human army that invaded?"
"Wait… humans attacked us!?"
When Nastir received the news, he thought he had misheard.
Excuse me? We are demons! You are humans!
Wasn't the normal scenario supposed to be that we attack your world? Why is it reversed now?
Although nothing made sense to him, it no longer mattered.
"The Lord Satan has given the order! Destroy those bold humans!"
Nastir, with his horse-like face, spread his wings, raised his demonic steel trident, and charged to the front of the group.
"Kill!"
"The souls are sent to us!"
"Grab them!"
The other demons followed him with terrifying cries, murderous expressions on their faces. Those who could fly immediately spread their wings and soared into the sky. Those without wings rushed across the ground, cursing their slower legs.
They were afraid of being late, because whoever was late would miss grabbing a soul.
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Meanwhile, far from General Ross's invasion point.
The sky was covered with snowflakes. Frost spread everywhere.
Naglfar had already taken its shape.
On its deck, Hela led the army of the undead and the brave warriors.
"My dear has issued the order."
"Let's give Earth one… hellish shock!"
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