"How is this possible?!" Ultron stared at Bismarck in disbelief, his mechanical voice trembling with shock.
"You ignorant thing. And you call yourself a super artificial intelligence. I originally thought of sparing you, letting you serve my Lord. But now it seems that someone like you has no right to receive my Lord's mercy. You deserve death." Bismarck spoke without a trace of emotion.
She raised her hand, and a burst of divine power slammed straight into Ultron.
Ultron was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, smashing through dozens of buildings before finally stopping.
That single motion alone showed the terrifying strength of Bismarck's casual strike.
Everyone present was stunned. The heroes watching swallowed hard, secretly shaken.
They had never seen the emissary of the Lord of Life take action up close. This was their first time.
They never imagined that a simple wave of her hand could unleash such destructive power.
If that strike had hit them, they knew they would not survive even one blow.
Even Thor, as powerful as he was, found his throat dry and swallowed nervously. He thought to himself, Forget the others. Even I wouldn't survive that strike!
No wonder even my father fears the Lord of Life's servants. This is too terrifying.
Is this still a divine emissary? A woman like her could easily claim to be a god of destruction, and no one would doubt it.
After casually swatting Ultron aside, Bismarck stomped her foot, releasing divine power that pressed down on the massive floating Sokovia landmass, forcing it downward.
"You damned thing, I'll kill you!" Ultron roared in fury, his propulsion system flaring violently.
He shot toward Bismarck like a blazing meteor, while at the same time a red energy surged from the ring on his hand.
Ultron tried to use the chaos magic he had stolen from Wanda to defeat Bismarck.
But this was nothing more than a fool's dream.
Before Bismarck even moved, Wanda struck first.
A far stronger wave of chaos magic burst from her body, colliding with the power from Ultron's ring.
Boom!
A violent explosion erupted, the shockwave spreading in all directions like a raging tide.
Wanda didn't stop there. Forming strange hand gestures, she released another wave of chaos energy.
Ultron's ring shattered instantly, crumbling into dust.
"Ultron, you are not worthy of wielding my power!" Wanda's voice dripped with killing intent.
If not for the timely arrival of Bismarck and Nymph, her brother Quicksilver would already be dead.
Her hatred for Ultron ran bone deep.
"Divine emissary, this despicable creature is not worth your hands. Leave him to me," Wanda said respectfully to Bismarck.
Bismarck nodded, a spark of interest flashing across her face.
When she and her sisters were sent out, their master had mentioned this woman. She was curious to see what kind of power could draw her master's attention.
From her observation just now, she already sensed a terrifying force within Wanda, one that could make even her, a newly ascended true god, uneasy.
But how far could this power truly go? She didn't know. And now she would have the chance to see.
Receiving Bismarck's approval, Wanda nodded gratefully. She rose into the air, stepping on nothing as though she herself were a goddess, and charged straight at Ultron.
Ultron's expression darkened. Others might not understand Wanda's potential, but he knew it all too well.
Her power was frightening. Otherwise, he would never have created a vibranium device specifically designed to absorb her energy.
Now that Wanda had destroyed that device, he had lost one of his most important weapons.
Relying on only his vibranium body, he knew he could not win against her.
But Ultron wasn't so easy to crush. As Wanda flew at him, he fired twin energy blasts from his palms, his propulsion system blasting him forward at supersonic speed.
In an instant, he was right in front of her.
Wanda's eyes widened, but she quickly pushed both hands forward. A surge of red energy formed a barrier that blocked his sudden strike.
Seizing the moment, she unleashed chaos magic directly on Ultron's vibranium body.
Any ordinary material would have shattered instantly under her magic. But Ultron's body was pure vibranium. Even with her current strength, tearing it apart was no simple task.
Ultron knew this. A mocking smile twisted his face.
"What's the matter? Out of strength already? No one understands you better than I do. You are still too weak. You can't destroy my body so easily. And my power is far from limited to this."
His eyes suddenly glowed black, and a terrifying wave of dark energy burst out, shattering Wanda's barrier.
Ultron reached out, grabbing her throat and lifting her into the air with ease.
"You think you can kill me? Laughable!" His voice had changed. It was no longer the cold, synthetic tone of a machine, but a rasping, ancient voice, like that of an old man.
Wanda's face changed. This was no longer just Ultron. Something else had taken hold of him, filling him with a power she could not resist.
"Who are you?!" she demanded, shocked.
"Who am I? Hahaha! I am the one who will see this world destroyed. Revenge, I want revenge!" Ultron roared into the sky.
A terrifying wave of dark energy exploded from his body. Trees, plants, animals, everything around them withered and died in an instant.
Ultron's power soared, rising from demigod to true god in a single leap.
At that moment, a terrifying mechanical demon god was born.
Sensing the overwhelming darkness, far away in the divine realm, Roland Phils suddenly opened his eyes.
"So, you couldn't hold back anymore. Mephisto's remnant soul," he muttered coldly, a faint smile curving his lips.
He recognized the aura instantly. It was the same energy as the demon he had slain in the past.
When Roland reached the late stage of true godhood, he had used his three divine powers to forcefully kill Mephisto. But at that time, he was not strong enough to notice that once a being stepped into the middle stage of true god, the universe itself would preserve a fragment of their essence.
That remnant allowed them to return from death, granting them near-immortality.
It was the greatest advantage of reaching middle true god, a kind of eternal existence.
Unless someone surpassed them, stepping into the rank of main god and cutting off their ties to the universe, they could never be truly destroyed.
Back then, Roland had not been strong enough to erase Mephisto completely.
So the demon's remnant soul had lingered, secretly gathering strength, biding its time.
Roland had long suspected this. But he never expected Mephisto to join forces with Ultron.
This was shocking. After all, Ultron was an artificial intelligence, a being with no soul. Mephisto was obsessed with souls, and his entire power revolved around soul contracts.
How could a soulless machine and a soul-hungry demon possibly work together?
Roland did not know that their alliance was pure coincidence.
When Mephisto descended with the Gate of Hell, hoping to turn Earth into his new infernal domain, Roland had stopped him and destroyed him instead.
At the same time, Tony Stark had secretly collected fragments of hell energy for research.
Tony's genius allowed him to uncover the atomic structure of hell energy. He even succeeded in replicating a small amount. Realizing its danger, he stopped further experiments but used the research to create an anti-hell armor, which still sat in his vault.
Later, Tony discovered that the Lord of Life had slain Mephisto. With no more urgency, he shelved the armor entirely.
But when Ultron was born, he hacked into Tony's private archives and uncovered the formula for creating hell energy.
Drawn by the energy, Mephisto's remnant soul found Ultron.
Their goals aligned perfectly. Both wanted to destroy the world.
From then on, they became partners. Ultron produced hell energy using Tony's formula, and Mephisto lent him his power when needed.
What should have taken decades for Mephisto to recover instead took less than a year. He regained true god strength with shocking speed.
Originally, he planned to fully restore his peak before resurfacing. But events forced Ultron to call upon him prematurely, leading to this very moment.
Mephisto was not pleased. He would have preferred to wait. But since he had already been exposed, he had no choice but to act.
He planned to eliminate these obstacles quickly, then retreat into hiding to continue regaining his strength.
But reality was not so kind.
Because he had stayed hidden for so long, he had no idea what had changed outside.
He did not know that the one who had killed him had already advanced to main god.
He did not know Roland had sensed him the moment he appeared.
He did not know that even Bismarck herself was already strong enough to face him without fear.
The moment his aura spread, Bismarck felt it.
"How familiar. I didn't expect that guy to team up with this machine. How amusing." She sneered, completely unafraid.
She had once fought alongside her sisters against Mephisto's true self. Now, this was only a weakened remnant.
There was no reason to fear. In fact, her fighting spirit burned even stronger.
Mephisto, now only at true god level, was the perfect whetstone for her blade.
If she could defeat him, her strength would rise even further.
And if she brought his remnant soul back to her master, she would be rewarded richly.
The thought of those rewards made her blood race with excitement.
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