Illusionist in American comics

"impossible!"

After the roaring thunder, Illumi looked at the armor without any damage and gave his own evaluation.

"You are not even qualified to let me watch death!"

Drawing out the long sword with one hand, the purple sword light swept out, adding a hint of damage to the completely destroyed land in front of him.

It is estimated that not a single blade of grass will grow here in the next few decades.

On the low mountain in the distance, Lu Xixian was watching this scene through the dark barrier. He also wanted to see how the feud between the two would end.

After pouring a glass of soju, Lu Xixian had no intention of interfering.

He is now efficient enough in absorbing luck. With the existence of Donghuang Bell, he will not lack the assistance of luck in the future. Without Tony Stark, there will be others to supplement it.

As for the friendship between the two, if Tony really died, Lu Xixian would definitely buy a cart full of flowers to visit Tony's resting place today next year.

After your death, I will support your wife on my own, so don’t worry about it.

But looking at Tony's undiminished luck, Lu Xixian understood that it would be difficult for Tony to die now.

Luck is like a talisman. Before he achieves his mission, every time Tony's luck decreases by one point, the world will replenish two points.

Having been deprived of it by Lu Xixian for so long, Tony's luck not only did not diminish, but actually became stronger.

And looking at the constellations that continue to shine in the starry sky, you can see how much this world loves him.

The prayer ritual engraved on the armor by Eitri was not the first time he used it on outsiders, but only Tony was recognized by the protoss.

This is what makes the protagonist of the world special.

In the field, the armor gathered by Jiuyou's negative emotions easily withstood Tony's full attack. The surface of the intact armor seemed to be telling the commotion just now.

The attack was fruitless, and Tony could only rely on his quick speed to dodge Illumi's slashes.

But energy is limited, and physical strength is also limited. At the same time, the black mist that permeates the surroundings can erode the consciousness of ordinary people.

Tony asked himself that he was not a strong-willed person. The last time he escaped from Achilles' Styx was with the help of Leo, this time even the lion, which represents light and courage, could not help him.

As his consciousness gradually sank, Tony's tired heart could finally relax for a while.

Ever since he became Iron Man, he has been anxious about the future, including confusion about himself and uneasiness about the future.

The Nine Netherworld, which represents the profound terror, has always been a nightmare that wakes him up at night, and the mysterious and treacherous silver figure has often become his uneasy inner demon.

He is just an ordinary person with some assets. Apart from his smart brain, he is no different from ordinary people in other places.

He will worry about gains and losses, and he will also be anxious and crazy. He will be angry when he is framed, and he will be happy when he is praised.

Tony Stark is just a regular guy.

He didn't want to take on the title of hero.

"So, you're ready to give up?"

The sound of the wind stopped, and a figure also wearing golden armor came to Tony's side. The two of them looked at the sword blade above their heads. As long as the blade fell, it would bring only death.

"Besides giving up, is there any other way for me?"

Looking at the cracked star weapon on his body, Tony understood that he had always borrowed the power of other beings. Starting from Mark 1, he had never waved his fist.

"Of course, who says mortals don't have their own pride?"

"Besides, you are not an ordinary person."

The other party's index finger pointed at Tony's heart, which was the breath that Tony had long forgotten. Except for his first awakening, he had never practiced the mysterious power for a moment.

This golden energy from Penglai seems to tell Tony that you are not an ordinary person.

"I was once an ordinary person, but starting from putting on this holy garment, we will become different."

"I came across the long river of space just to give you a little help."

Without saying his name, the other party just left his gift to Tony.

Pure sword light fell on Tony's right hand, and then new constellations began to shine.

"Every time of crisis, the small universe will explode. Come on, Saint Seiya Tony!"

Lu Xixian looked at Tony, who was burning like a bonfire, and instantly thought of another group that used the power of the constellation.

Looking carefully at this time, there seems to be no difference between the two.

Capricorn is a goat with horns, and its lower body is a writhing fish tail. The core of its constellation is the responsibility to persevere.

The unyielding Taurus, the courageous Leo, and the perseverant Capricorn. Tony, who has been recognized by the three stars, is feeling new power.

And as everything recovered, the sword light above his head had fallen.

As a mortal, he dares to challenge the power of gods. Perhaps this is the meaning of Capricorn's existence. Even if he faces a more powerful enemy, he will wield his last weapon.

“There’s nothing wrong with being an ordinary person.”

With his right hand raised upright, Tony thought silently.

Then a light far beyond the sword in Illumi's hand began to erupt.

【Holy Sword·Elcid】

The sword light sliced ​​through the black sword body, then the unshakable armor, and finally the dark heart.

There was no obstacle, no hesitation, the sword light was extremely sharp, everything in front of him was cut into two, even Sir Silver in London had his hand cut off.

Looking at the cut pentagram, Sir Silver was silent for a long time.

He still underestimated the protagonist of this world.

At the same time, they also complained about the obstructive body, why should they give such strong power to their enemies.

On the short mountain, Lu Xixian patted his thigh happily. It was this unexpected feeling. If everything was as he expected, life would be so boring.

"What a surprise, Tony"

"I hope you will still be like this in the final curtain call"

The smile disappeared, and Lu Xixian turned and left.

The show is over.

He needs to get back into his role.

At the clear boundary, Illumi put his hands on the ground, black blood flowing down like a stream. All his power sources came from this long sword.

But now that the sword was cut off, he was as weak as a deflated balloon, and even heard his mother's call in his ears.

Feeling the long-lost warmth, Illumi slowly closed his eyes.

Passing by Illumi's body, Tony took one last look at the young man who had caused him a lot of trouble, and then walked forward without hesitation.

Everyone has to pay for their own choices. Since they have plunged into darkness, they must be prepared to die.

The holy sword in his hand was still immortal, and Tony came to Lu Bu step by step.

Bang, picking up the big halberd behind him, Lu Bu wiped the grease from his mouth. He had just enjoyed a hearty battle, and for this he was willing to give the other party a chance.

"For a quarter of an hour, you just need to knock the weapon out of my hand."

"This lady will give it back to you"

Pointing at Zhao Helen, who was surrounded by wolf cavalry, Lu Bu made the appointment.

"Of course, you also have the right to refuse."

Looking at Tony who was silent, Lu Bu continued.

"Refuse? No, this offer is very reasonable."

"However, you must also be prepared to die!"

The holy sword fell again, and Tony gave up his useless words.

Feeling the sharp edge rising again, Lu Bu looked excited when facing the sharp edge. It was this feeling, the coexistence of vitality and crisis, this feeling of walking on the tip of a knife.

When he woke up again, the world lost the people he was familiar with and the scenery he was familiar with. He had no direction or goal and could only follow the cliche orders.

As a general who should die on the battlefield, Lu Bu has always pursued the most extreme danger.

Now he finally saw it.

Amidst the arrogant laughter, Lu Bu tightened his grip on the halberd, and then a sound of fighting resounded throughout the world, and then a arrogant figure appeared from the human body.

【War Ghost True Form】

Breaking free from his fragile body, the demon-like figure rushed towards the sword light.

At this moment, Lu Bu was the real ghost on the battlefield.

【second to none】

Fang Tian's painted halberd cut through the air and fell down, and the mountain peak that was not originally too tall fell down again, followed by bursts of collapse roars.

The two fronts began to confront each other, and the two figures refused to retreat even a step.