Chen Tian and Ethan watched helplessly as Tony, clad in his Mark-2 - Devil Edition armor, flew out through the large hole in the ceiling, a look of helplessness on their faces.
After Tony left, Chen Tian and Ethan exchanged glances for a moment. Chen Tian quickly shouted into the air, "Jarvis! Project the real-time footage onto the main screen!"
The holographic projection in the center of the laboratory suddenly flickered, and the Devil armor's first-person view unfolded, accompanied by a piercing whooshing sound—Tony was tearing through the clouds at Mach 4, sulfur flames trailing hundreds of meters behind him.
"Jarvis! Vital signs!" Chen Tian yelled into the air.
The holographic projection immediately split off an area to display Tony's physiological data—heart rate 180, blood pressure off the charts, adrenaline levels 20 times that of a normal person.
"This is impossible..." Ethan's cross clattered to the ground. "A human body would have already—" under such G-forces.
"Turned into a meat paste?" Chen Tian finished, his expression grim. "It seems this armor must have done something to Tony."
Chen Tian's eyes grew angrier. This armor had Diablo's involvement, which meant that cunning Demon God was influencing Tony.
"Sure enough, no matter how chuunibyou and unreliable, a demon is a demon."
Chen Tian slammed his hand on the table. This time, he didn't plan to use that chuunibyou chant to summon. He was clearly the summoner, why should he listen to his summoned creature?
"Diablo! Get out here!"
Chen Tian suddenly roared, startling Ethan. "Uh... Chen Tian, you can summon that guy like that too?"
Indeed, Diablo's figure did not appear in the laboratory, but a strong smell of sulfur permeated the air, even more pungent than the sulfur smell sprayed by Tony's armor.
"I knew it! There's no need to shout such an embarrassing line, it can still be summoned!" Chen Tian grew angrier. The shame of chanting and the anger of being toyed with by Diablo made him want to beat Diablo up right now.
"Get out here! Diablo!" Chen Tian roared again.
Flames and lava appeared out of thin air in the air, forming a vortex. A female figure emerged from it, Lia, wearing a red leather jacket and short hair, walked out with an awkward smile.
"Um... My Lord...."
"Shut up! I ask, you answer!" Chen Tian interrupted Diablo.
"What's going on with Tony's armor?" Chen Tian pointed to the abnormal data in the virtual image.
"Uh... this armor fused with my Fear power, which is very difficult for that mortal to bear, so," Diablo pointed to the runes around Tony's arc reactor on his chest.
"I slightly strengthened his body." Diablo made a gesture like a Korean man breaking down.
"Nima..." Chen Tian had a headache. Strengthening the armor was one thing, but he also strengthened Tony's body? Is this novel really about helping Tony become invincible at the start?
I'm the protagonist, okay!
"And why can you help Tony strengthen? Why don't you help me strengthen?" Chen Tian said indignantly.
Ethan was also speechless... Is this the time to ask about that? Shouldn't he be concerned about Tony?
Diablo's mouth twitched. "Um... it's not that I can't help you strengthen, but there are some side effects, and you might have better ways to strengthen yourself in the future, so there's no need to use my method."
"Side effects?" Chen Tian and Ethan said in unison.
Diablo nodded, then pointed to the virtual image, signaling the two to look. "Here~ you'll know if you look yourselves."
Chen Tian and Ethan looked at the scene.
— — — —
In the holographic projection, Tony's armor crashed into the center of the village like a meteor. The Impact wave overturned three pickup trucks, and Ten Rings Gang members were thrown into the air like rag dolls.
When the dust settled, the Devil armor slowly straightened up—the terrifying image of the armor made all the Terrorists feel weak in the knees, and even the civilians were terrified.
"First question." Tony's voice was hoarse as if burned by Hellfire. He grabbed the nearest Terrorist's throat. "Where's Abu?"
The Terrorist pointed in terror to the north side of the village. The next second, his body suddenly spontaneously combusted, turning into charcoal amidst screams. Tony shook the sparks from his hand: "Thanks for your cooperation."
Tony looked at the remaining Terrorists, and an evil laugh echoed from the armor. "I told you, God won't punish you, but the Devil will!"
"Jarvis, play my kill playlist." Tony snapped his fingers, and Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" immediately blared from the armor's external speakers.
The Ten Rings Gang members hadn't even recovered from the shock of the BGM when the Devil armor's mechanical wings suddenly split into six barbed tentacles.
The Terrorist in the front row had just raised his AK47 when he was caught by the ankle by a tentacle and swung around like a human flail—bang, bang, bang! Instantly knocking down seven or eight of his comrades.
"Eco-friendly combat." Tony whistled. "Zero ammunition consumption."
A bold guy picked up an RPG and ambushed him. The Rocket screamed and hit the back of the armor—then was directly vaporized by sulfur flames.
When Tony turned, his faceplate suddenly split open to reveal a mouth full of sharp teeth: "Surprise?" A palm cannon blast at point-blank range splattered the Terrorist like a tomato put in a microwave.
"Sir, there are women and children at three o'clock." Jarvis reminded.
"Received." Tony shook off the 'ketchup' on his arm armor, then suddenly slid into a kneeling position in front of the civilians, magically pulling lollipops from the armor's seams: "Strawberry or blueberry?"
The children stared blankly at what was behind him—a Terrorist who had tried to ambush him was hanging upside down from the armor's spiked tail, with lava flowing from the tail.
"Looks like the kids prefer barbecue flavor." Tony shrugged, then suddenly noticed a familiar figure trembling behind a wall in a nearby house. "Aha! Got you, little mouse!"
Abu leaned against the wall, eyes closed in prayer, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down to see a demon's claw piercing through his chest, with his heart still clutched in its palm.
Then, a huge force pulled him out from behind the wall and lifted him high above its head.
The Devil armor held him up with one hand: "Ha, Abu, hello, do you still recognize me? The great Tony Stark!"
Abu coughed violently a few times, blood splattering on the faceplate. Tony's voice was like a Demon God anticipating sinful souls.
"Hey, buddy, you got my armor dirty, well~ I seem to be enjoying it."
The palm cannon suddenly erupted in flames, and Abu was burned to ashes in Tony's hand.
Tony was very satisfied with his actions. He shook the ashes from his hand and slowly flew into the air, looking at the civilians he had saved.
"You're welcome, emm~ Do you speak English?" Tony tilted his head.
"Never mind, it doesn't matter, you just need to thank me in your hearts."
"Boom!" Flames erupted from the armor's feet, carrying Tony rapidly into the sky.
"Boom—!"
An armor-piercing round accurately hit Tony in mid-air. The Impact wave of the explosion knocked him down like a baseball. The Devil armor plowed a thirty-meter-long trench in the ground, crashing through three mud walls before stopping.
"Sir, left armor damaged 12%." Jarvis's voice was interspersed with static. "Detecting heavy armor heat signature."
Tony slowly rose from the rubble, blood-red damage warnings flickering on his faceplate display. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with nothing but madness and excitement.
"Ha... hahaha..." An inhuman laugh came from inside the armor. Tony suddenly exploded, creating spiderweb-like cracks on the ground.
He leaped onto the tank like a cannonball, his claws directly piercing the armor seams.
Screech—!
The sound of tearing metal was jarring. Tony tore open the 20-ton tank with his bare hands like opening a can, revealing two terrified Terrorists who had wet themselves inside.
"Guess what game I'm going to play with you?" Tony's voice split into a dual tone. "A. Human Pinwheel B. Flesh Fireworks C. All of the above?"
Before the other party could answer, the mechanical tentacles behind the armor suddenly pierced into the tank's ammunition compartment. Hellfire was injected into the shells along the tentacles, and the entire tank instantly became an expanding fireball—and Tony stood in the center of the explosion, letting the flames lick the armor, as if enjoying a Hell sauna.
— — — —
"This... this is... To... ny?" Ethan was full of disbelief.
In Ethan's impression, although Tony was a smooth talker and cynical, deep down he still had a strong sense of justice, but....
The Tony in the vision, enjoying the process of slaughtering Terrorists, made Ethan feel a chill.
Chen Tian gritted his teeth, turned, and grabbed Diablo by the collar. (The current Diablo had transformed into Lia, wearing a red jacket.)
"This is what you call a side effect?!"
"Hey... hey... hey, My Lord, you know, Purgatory~ amplifying negative emotions is normal~ It's not like Heaven, all righteous and glorious~" Diablo's mouth twitched continuously.
Chen Tian waved his hand, and the first generation ghost cutter appeared in his hand. He drew the sword and held it to Diablo's neck.
"Speak! How do I remove it!" Chen Tian pressed the sword against Diablo's neck.
"Uh... when he comes back, I... should... maybe... be able to remove those negative emotions..." Diablo answered uncertainly.
"What do you mean 'should,' 'maybe'?! You can't remove it either?!" Chen Tian pulled Diablo's face close to his own and angrily spat.
Diablo wiped the spit from his face. "Heh... heh... I should be able to fix it... but, it's hard to say. After all, we demons are only responsible for doing bad things, we haven't thought about cleaning up. If it were those winged bird people... maybe they could..."
"Nima!" Chen Tian pushed Diablo away, pointing at its nose. "You wait to be grounded! I won't summon you again!"
"Nooo~~~ My Lord~~~" Diablo knelt on the ground. "It's so boring in your summoning space~~~ All I do is count stars and sleep~~~"
"Scram!" Chen Tian kicked it away.
— — — —
Tony sat on a small mountain made of Terrorists, the ground within thirty meters around him polished smooth by the sulfur flames, as if sanded by giant sandpaper.
"Ah~ solved~ Time to go home. Oh, right, Jarvis, notify Happy, I'm going to have a party, the theme is emmm" Tony surveyed the scattered limbs around him and snapped his fingers.
"Jarvis, the party theme will be 'Hell's Kitchen: Michelin Star BBQ Night'!" Tony snapped his fingers while sitting on his human throne, and several clusters of sulfur flames, serving as ambient lighting, suddenly sprayed from the armor's seams. "Remember to have Happy prepare some devil horn headpieces—limited edition ones—and also help me book Chef Dog Egg to grill meat at home."
As the armor shot into the sky, Tony suddenly remembered something and slammed on the brakes, hovering, nearly turning a following vulture into roasted chicken wings.
"Oh, right! Order a three-tier lava cake too!" He gestured in the air. "The top should have a chocolate tablet with 'I Saved Countless Idiots' written in frosting!"
The villagers on the ground watched dumbfounded as this iron demon, humming "Devil's Dance" and drawing heart shapes in the sky.
A daring child suddenly raised the lollipop Tony had given him and waved it, and with a "pop," a small flame shot out from the stick—it turned out even the candy had been marinated with Hellfire.
"Sir, are you sure you want to host this kind of party at the Villa?" Jarvis's voice was tinged with helplessness. "Miss Potts just shredded your collection of 'Key of Solomon' last week."
Tony performed a barrel roll to avoid a civilian airliner, and a mosaic-blurred surveillance video clip flashed across his faceplate: "Then say it's a cosplay theme! Isn't Pepper obsessed with that 'Hazbin Hotel' animated series lately?"
The Devil armor flew at an extremely high speed. Tony greatly enjoyed the process of flying, so much so that he didn't even realize he had flown into a U.S. military no-fly zone.
"Warning! AN/APG-77 radar lock!" Jarvis's alarm pierced through Tony's rock music, and two F-22 tactical markers suddenly popped up on the holographic interface.
Tony performed a ballet spin, the armor's afterburner drawing a wine-red spiral in the clouds.
"Relax, Jarvis~" Tony grinned mischievously. "Let me show the Air Force kids a..." Before he finished speaking, two missiles, trailing white smoke, whistled towards him.
Boom! Boom!
Tony was thrown end over end by the Impact wave in the air. His faceplate display flickered wildly, and devil runes fiercely clashed with military radar's green ripples on the screen.
"Sir, recommend immediate release of flares!" Jarvis had just finished speaking when the armor's shoulder armor suddenly automatically split open—but what sprayed out was a fire tornado made of Hellfire.
The two missiles were directly vaporized in the flames, not even having time to explode.
"Whoa!" Tony looked at his smoking palm. "This is way more exciting than Stark Industries' decoys!"
The pilot's pupils constricted sharply behind his helmet: "Command! Target is releasing some kind of plasma flame!" His finger hovered above the weapon safety switch. "Request permission to use cannon!"
"Shoot down that guy who dares to provoke the Air Force!"
"Yes, Sir!" The pilot was about to press the cannon fire button.
Suddenly, AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" blared through the fighter's communication. The pilot was startled, then saw the demon-like humanoid flying object in front of him draw a heart shape in the air.
"Hahahahaha, bye-bye!" Tony blew a kiss at the fighter jet in the air.
A pair of mechanical devil wings suddenly spread behind him, and the thrusters on his hands and feet fiercely spewed flames, countless yellow auras obscuring the pilot's vision.
The pilot only heard a few loud bangs.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
By the time they could see clearly, the Devil armor had disappeared, leaving only the clouds of air turbulence after breaking the sound barrier.
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