Marvel's Superman

Chapter 420 - 418 | Enchanted Armor, Battle Of The Five Armies.

Chapter 420 - 418 Enchanted Armor, Battle Of The Five Armies.

"Jump in?"

Iron Man looked at the glowing furnace below and wondered if he had heard wrong.

Those hard, shiny metal weapons were thrown in as if they didn't cost money.

Then, in less than a moment, it would be melted into the hot molten iron and turned into a wisp of hot air.

If this was the care with iron and gold, then a flesh and blood body of a mortal that jumped in…

They would just evaporate, not even leaving a corpse.

"Is there a … less dangerous way?"

Iron Man's mouth twitched as he took two steps back.

Although Mark's series of battle suits were designed to protect against cold, radiation, and high temperatures.

But if he entered the furnace below, even if his suit didn't melt, he would be baked to death.

"If you want to get stronger, you always have to pay the price, Tony. I believe you should be able to understand this equivalent exchange."

Luke said indifferently.

He didn't mean to embarrass Iron Man.

Well, Tony Stark, who was about to celebrate his 40th birthday, was still his godson.

As an old friend of Howard's, how could he make things difficult for Iron Man?

This request was made because, according to Odin, the only way to receive the blessing of the gods was to go through the baptism of fire and hold on to one's innermost beliefs.

Iron Man wanted to strengthen himself and upgrade his armor to an enchanted version.

Luke could only provide the method, and not much more.

"Then wait for me to write a will and arrange my own affairs."

Iron Man was chattering; it seemed to be a nagging problem.

"By the way, Sorcerer Supreme, remember to tell Pepper that I was burned to ashes to protect Earth instead of falling into a furnace."

He said the same things he prepared when he was about to face the Absorbing Man.

All this nonsense and rubbish talk was meant to help him overcome his inner fear.

"If you don't want to jump, there's absolutely no need to force it."

Luke waved his hand. Compared with Tony's fear in the Origin event…

With his active intervention, Captain Bucky was not sacrificed, and Odin didn't destroy the planet.

Moreover, Cul's eight hammers were incomplete.

Juggernaut's Hammer of Kuurth fell into his own hands.

Although it was restless and constantly struggling, wanting to return to its master's arms.

But it was in Luke's underworld, which was more independent than the Mirror Dimension.

Therefore, it couldn't be recalled no matter how hard Cul tried.

That meant that if the God of Fear wanted to break through to the Allfather level, his success rate was slim to none.

Secondly, a day later, the five armies of Jotunheim, Muspelheim, Midgard, Asgard, and Vanaheim … gathered at the South Pole.

In terms of overall military strength, the Nine Realms weren't inferior to Cul's Nibelung army.

In addition, Luke had two Thors, which was an absolute advantage.

"In the coming battle, we don't need Iron Man to take the lead. Thor and Asgard are the main force."

Luke comforted him.

He was also worried that if Iron Man did die in an accident, meeting Howard would be awkward in the future.

"I have the courage and determination!"

Stark family men were all equally stubborn.

Iron Man took some time to record a video of his last words and uploaded it to Jarvis' storage space.

Then, with firm eyes, he jumped.

The melting furnace emitted a burst of heat that turned the interior red.

The busy dwarf craftsman watched Tony Stark's death with shocked eyes.

That's the kind of heat that could melt Uru metal!

"Well, it looks like the gods of Asgard are giving Iron Man a bit of respect, or is it me?"

Luke watched as Tony Stark plunged into the furnace, splashing a few drops of iron.

The terrible heat didn't melt Iron Man and his armor.

A few minutes later, he came out with a battle suit that looked as if it had been fully polished and waxed.

He appeared in front of Luke in a completely new look.

Like a replica of Odin's Destroyer armor, magical patterns were imprinted on the surface of the suit, ready to gather powerful energy and display an indestructible aura.

"How does it feel?"

Luke curiously asked.

He wasn't sure what the so-called 'blessing of the gods' was.

Presumably, it should be similar to Vishanti's blessing.

"Great! My mark series armor has never been as good as this!"

There was a hint of excitement in Iron Man's tone.

He had jumped in with the resolve of someone sure of his death.

But he didn't expect that after jumping into the furnace, he wouldn't get melted down by the furnace.

Instead, there was a mysterious force enveloping the red and gold iron battle suit.

It was as if someone was whispering in his ear or as if he had caught a glimpse of a few imposing silhouettes.

When Tony Stark's consciousness returned to his body…

He found himself in a battle suit that had undergone a dramatic change.

As if reborn from the ashes, a powerful feeling came over him.

"I think we can call the Avengers over and let them jump in."

Iron Man made a suggestion.

'The Avengers would be destroyed on their own, without the need for Cul's help.'

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched, seemingly speechless.

'Do you really think that anyone can get Asgard's "blessing of the gods" ?'

"Distribute the enchanted weapons, and ask the dwarves to make them even more powerful. Regardless of accuracy or stability, as long as they're powerful enough."

Luke was a true believer in the principles of 'more is beautiful, bigger is better, caliber is justice, and artillery is truth'. The assault rifle, of course, was a hand-held piece of artillery.

In the time that followed, the Avengers were all given their fair share of equipment, and Asgard's army was fully armed.

Kamar Taj's Masters of the Mystic Arts, led by Strange, had finally reached the Antarctic ice fields.

Hundreds of masters, wearing Sling Rings, carves out portals.

Sparks cut through the void, drawing out several huge portals.

Jotunheim, Muspelheim, Asgard, Vanaheim…

With the sound of trumpets, four armies emerged onto the cold and windy ice field.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The drums of war were beating, and the trumpets were blowing.

Finally, the Avengers, who belonged to the Midgard, followed the Sorcerer Supreme out of a portal.

As far as the eye can see, it resembled a dark cloud charging towards the magnificent palace standing on the ice.

"Oh, did you see that, Odin? Your son is here with help."

Cul, holding the ninth hammer of fear, stood at the highest point of the palace.

"I'm afraid you never imagined that Asgardians would one day be fighting alongside the Frost Giants of Jotunheim and Surtur's men, did you?"

Odin closed his eyes and said nothing.

These days, Cul humiliated and tortured himself in different ways.

It was as if he wanted to let out all the anger that had built up over the years.

The wounded God-King heard the rumbling sound and felt the thunderous power of Thor bursting forth -- how could there be two of them?

Odin opened his one-eye. He was pierced by the power of fear and tied to a cross as if he was crucified.

In the middle of his view, there was a huge dark cloud with no end in sight.

Asgard's golden legion was in the center, flanked by the deep blue Frost Giant and the red Flame Giants on both sides.

Vanaheim's army was followed by Kamar Taj's Masters of the Mystic Arts and the Avengers.

"Nibelung's army of the undead --"

Cul roared to the heavens, and the green flames of light burst forth.

As if releasing some kind of signal, a gloomy atmosphere emerged.

A rotting, old warship crashes through an iceberg, with bodies hanging from its sails.

A cold wind blew through, bringing out a pale, deadly air.

"My children --"

Cul, the Serpent, shouted again.

The Worthy, who were recalled, slowly walked out.

They led Nibelung's army of the undead and launched a charge.

Boom!

Like a torrent of steel clashing together, they set off a fierce wave of blood and flesh.

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