Shadow of the Beautiful World

Thor is dead.

Tony didn't even need to look back, he could feel the breath of Rune King quickly dissipating.

Throwing the final hammer put too much pressure on his already badly injured body. After all, Thor had survived from the outer god’s strong blow, and even Clark died in the annihilation of the blade. under.

He gave everything for this battle.

He fulfilled his vow and never took a step back in this confrontation with the outside god.

The same goes for others.

Tony Stark looked at the broken stars, all kinds of weird lights shining in the dancing starlight shards, and the ice sculptures that were swallowed into the void.

Those warriors who have died, they will also have a dead end, but they can no longer consider these things.

He was the only one who came here.

He wants to follow the blood-stained road and continue forward, attacking the terrifying enemy, this may be just a way to die from hell.

but...

Tony no longer wants to spend time thinking about so much.

He staggered forward.

He wears a distorted, unsightly infinite glove on his right hand. After experiencing such a fierce battle, even the most mysterious and powerful infinite gem among the stars has become dim.

Cracks have even appeared on the most frequently used power gems. The purple fire is wrapped around the gloves in an uncontrolled manner, making this gadget very hot.

Tony could feel the sting of the flames.

But he didn't care.

He walked forward, a touch of platinum golden power blessed on him under his call.

These divine powers from Shazam shaped the battle armor on Tony, just like his already broken Super Mark battle suit, but the new battle armor was filled with light of magic energy.

The full helmet closed in front of Tony's eyes.

Jarvis can no longer assist him, and the artificial intelligence has been cut off by the outside **** in some way.

That scary guy...

He really is the ultimate incarnation of death.

On the devastated battlefield, Tony felt a little thirsty. He licked his chapped lips. This action pulled the wound on his cheek, causing Tony's expression to twitch.

There were a lot of chaotic thoughts beating in his mind. For a while, he thought of Poz, who was waiting for him on the earth, of the families of these dead comrades, and then suddenly thought of Merlin.

That guy...

It must be difficult for him to drag another outside **** alone in the melting pot of the universe. It is definitely more difficult than those of them who get together with Tyrion.

Is he still alive?

Is he still insisting?

Or is that guy dead, frustrated and ashes? Or... escaped?

No way?

The chaotic thinking slowed Tony's walking speed, and then, in the sound of another compressed star screen shattering in the starry sky, Tony saw the figure of the outer god.

He is also miserable.

The cool armor was torn long ago, and the robes on his body were also torn apart in the explosion, and then turned into rags and hung on him.

The skull mask on his face was gone, showing a burned face.

Well, that guy should be a beautiful man, but now, he is almost like a tramp, and most of his flowing hair has been burned.

On his abdomen and chest, there are two scary scars. He is trying to heal himself, but the wounds have not been repaired.

He is almost at the end of the crossbow, right?

Tony thought so.

He had heard from Merlin that these two outer gods came here only as projections of power. Their bodies were beyond the reach of the stars, but they were only projections of power, and they killed the top heroes on earth. They.

How strong is this guy's body?

Can a flesh and blood life really get to that point?

"forget about it."

Tony whispered, he was walking faster and faster. On the battlefield full of death, beside the bodies of those comrades in arms, he started to run.

The platinum-gold supernatural power is blessed on Tony, making him faster and faster.

He is a playboy, a rich second-generation, a genius who grew up in a honeypot, a talented and arrogant guy, and a prodigal son who occasionally appears bohemian.

These are all right.

But he is also a warrior, he is also a hero, although occasionally a little slippery, but he will never hesitate when he needs to work hard.

Everyone is dead.

Only him is left.

"You must win!!"

Shazan's shouts when he was swallowed by the mist seemed to ring in Tony's ears again.

"I will win!"

Tony stared at the gasping foreign **** before him. He clenched his fists, and in the light of thunder, he jumped up from the run, like a silver superman punching his fist.

He said to himself.

It’s like saying to those who have sacrificed:

"We will win!"

"Eat my punch!!!"

He had never fought so rudely, like a fighter raising his fist, just so naturally, letting the anger flow in his heart, under the gathering of hope.

This final challenge...

"boom"

Before Tony's fist fell on Tyrion's cheek, he was kicked in the abdomen by the King of the Dead.

He lost control of his whole person, and when Tyrion's arm clasped his shoulder armor, he was slammed on the starry ground behind the king of the dead with a gesture of over the shoulder.

Tony was thrown dizzy. He opened his eyes and saw the dead lady lying in front of him...

The lady fell on the ground, the skull mask on her face shattered, her beautiful eyes had lost its luster, and the weapon in her hand had broken open.

Oh my god.

Even death, death...

Tony struggled to get up, but Tyrion held his right arm against the ground in a restrained gesture.

The King of the Dead was panting, Tony was right, and Tyrion’s power projection had already reached the point where he had run out of oil. No matter how strong he was, there were limits.

But no matter how tired, it is easy to pick up a seriously injured near-god.

"Do you want to come up to pick up a bargain, or come to die?"

"Tony Stark."

Tyrion’s tone revealed tiredness. He stared at the struggling Stark with his one-eyed eyes. He said:

"I am weaker, rebel, but that doesn't mean you are stronger."

"what!"

Tony struggled frantically. He mobilized the power of the Infinite Gloves, trying to use a burst of energy to force the King of the Dead to retreat. This was the final duel.

He must win!

at all costs!

"boom"

The purple light hit Tyrion, and this completely negligible impact caused the King of the Dead to step back.

Tony broke free like a mad tiger, not defensive at all, so he waved his fists, and in the interlacing of thunder and light, he continuously attacked Tyrion with his bare hands.

While the latter retreated, he used his hands to resist Tony's frenzied attack with ease.

At a moment when he passed by, Tyrion sneered.

He clasped his left hand, and the Grim Reaper suddenly swung out, the cold dark red ghost claw was like a hand that slapped a cockroach, slapped hard behind Tony.

This blow knocked Tony to the ground.

He had a premonition of failure, which Tony could not accept.

He stood up, raised his right hand, and was about to send a dragon fist to the outside **** in front of him, but Tyrion clasped his wrist in danger and danger.

The burning Infinity Gloves were only inches from Tyrion's cheeks, but they couldn't move forward.

"Crack"

With a soft sound, Tyrion smashed the Infinite Gloves on the verge of being scrapped. Six rough stones hit the ground, making the sound of glass falling to the ground.

despair.

The light of despair shined in Tony's eyes. At this moment, he even wanted to give up resistance.

but...

Light.

A golden light lit up at the end of Tony's vision.

He can see the petite figure wrapped in the light, he can feel the terrifying power contained in the light, he can feel...

Time to kill!

Arrived!

But what Tony can feel, Tyrion can feel too.

The dead king's fingers clasped again, crushing the bones of Tony's right hand, then rolled over and spread his arms, and two black straight-edged swords jumped into his hands.

He looked at the rushing sister Tun, he gritted his teeth and waved a sharp blade at the attacker.

"what!"

Tony fell to the ground holding his broken right hand, pain hitting his mind, but he still maintained his sanity, he picked up the infinite rough stone on the ground at a very fast speed, and rolled out to the other side.

Next second.

"boom"

A terrifying light erupted behind Tony, like a sun was detonated.

The weak outer **** was directly knocked out by the arrogant impact of Sister Tun's, while Sister Tun stayed in place. In the golden light, she moved her body, adapting to the infinite power flowing out of her body.

Her appearance has also changed.

The purple skirt that she always wore turned golden, and her slender waist was divided into four machines like propellers. The machines were also golden, even the weird crown of Sister Tun.

The ugly, weird crown, which was exactly the same as Tunxing, turned golden!

There was also a golden light beating on the long hair flying behind her head.

It's like a vitality girl cast entirely from golden streamers. She looks a little bit exaggerated, but under this exaggeration, it represents a swallow girl who is 100% full.

All the hunger in her body has been satisfied.

The contented body entered a new life form, which was completely opposite to the original form of devouring playthings.

The current Swallow Girl no longer swallows the world, but constantly releases a huge amount of vitality to the outside world. She is no longer the destroyer of the stars, but the messenger of life.

The creator of life.

"Crack"

Sister Tun moved her fingers.

She looked at the messy battlefield around her, the heroes who died in battle, and finally, she set her eyes on the outside **** who was struggling to shoot.

She came late.

She failed... failed to fight alongside those heroes.

She failed them.

An anger exploded in Mai Tun's eyes.

She was like a train that started suddenly. In the flow of the golden phantom, she slammed into Tyrion with a frontal impact. This impact completely shattered the outer god's bones.

The king of the dead spouted a mouthful of cold blood.

He was so exhausted that he was unable to fight back.

Defeated...

The sad defeat has come.

"You nasty villains! Die, die!"

Sister Tun screamed, Flurry's fists kept hitting Tyrion, and every blow would disperse the power that maintains the existence of the outer god, like a mad beating of sandbags.

Tyrion reacted strangely.

He seemed to have lost the interest in counterattack, so he let Sister Tun destroy his body.

While being beaten up, his one-eyed stare at the starry sky fragment in front of him, Tony Stark who was struggling to stand up, the latter used Shazam's power to shape a mechanical version of the infinite glove on his left hand.

Six rough stones were placed in the glove.

Tony is looking at Tyrion with hatred, he has reason to hate it.

He dragged the broken right arm and walked towards Tyrion. At this moment, Sister Tun stopped to beat her, she gave Tony the power of the final blow.

This last surviving hero is qualified to accept the glory of killing the foreign god.

Tyrion got up.

He was covered with cold blood. He touched the blood stain on the corner of his mouth and tried to stand up straight in front of Tony's eyes.

He looked at Tony Stark, looked at the Avenger.

He said:

"Good fight, heroes."

"To shut up!"

Tony raised his left hand, and there was a deadly light beating on the mechanical infinite glove. He just wanted to kill the foreign **** in front of him. He was not interested in listening to him.

"boom"

One thing was thrown by Tyrion to Tony.

A purple, diamond-shaped crystal, in which there are some shining objects like floating silk.

"Their soul, this is my reward for you."

Tyrion closed his eyes, spread his arms, and died calmly.

He said:

"After the world is reshaped, these dead will be resurrected, but they will lose their memories, they will forget all this, they shouldn't forget..."

"Throw the soul stone into the furnace."

"This will make them remember everything they have today, let them know how difficult it is for that beautiful, peaceful, and warm new world, and let them remember the feats they have made today."

"you guys..."

"Death was defeated."

"I lost..."

"But I am not resentful, and losing to a great opponent is not a shame."

The corner of the dead king's mouth was drawn with a strange smile.

He said:

"But don't think this is over, we will see you again in the coming Burning Era, Tony Stark."

"An opponent who is too weak has no meaning at all..."

"So I hope that by that time, you will be stronger, so that the next time my legion and I kill you, you will feel more fulfilled."

"After all, the grievances between us, this is just the beginning!"

Tony pursed his mouth.

For a moment he couldn't see through the strange foreign **** before him.

But he still put away the soul stones that contained the souls of all heroes.

Tony took a deep breath in Sister Tun's gaze, and he raised his fist in the sparkle of the halo of infinite gems and the dancing of magical lightning.

His fist went forward.

"boom"

The head of the outer **** exploded in front of his eyes.

Won...

They finally won!

Those who went to the dead, finally... finally won!

Tony collapsed to the ground weakly. He looked at the headless corpse in front of him. He looked back at the devastation. He had an urge to cry.

But he held back.

There is a little girl watching a movie next to her.

"Can you still fight?"

Sister Tun lifted Tyrion's body. She looked back at Tony and then at the burning furnace of the universe. She said:

"I'm going to support Merlin, do you want to come together?"

"of course!"

Tony gritted his teeth and stood up, using the power of infinite gems to repair his injury. He said:

"Of course I am going, they are here two!"

"There is only one dead now..."

"How is this enough!"

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