Chapter 218 Iron Man’s Ambitions, Anti-Lucas Armor

Three minutes later.

Snap.

Lucas brushed the dust off his hands, appearing and disappearing mysteriously before returning to the swivel chair once again, a supremely refreshed smile hanging on his face.

So satisfying!

Completely revitalized!

In this short span of three minutes, he crossed thousands of kilometers to find the Eternal black scientist, who seemed to be called some sort of Eternal Phastos.

This guy was sitting right inside his cozy, large Villa.

But at this moment, his brain had plunged into an endless hell.

Lucas was extremely thoughtful, tailoring many memory playback scenes for his brain domain, forcing them to play continuously without any escape.

Didn’t he love playing the Saint?

Then he would let him relive all the battles in human history in the first-person perspective in an infinite loop, which had to be the most tragic, bloody, and desperate acts of war and slaughter!

Catching fries at the docks.

Port landings.

Poison gas, white phosphorus bombs, bombings...

Every single minute and second was the ultimate sensory torture, enough to tear Phastos’s mind to pieces in a short time and plunge him into endless collapse!

After Earth’s history of warfare was calculated, there was The Great Purge of the Viltrumite Empire.

Lucas made Phastos substitute and experience every single enemy he had killed, with all sorts of bizarre ways to die, and not a single one would be spared.

And after he finished enjoying all of this, the mental bomb pre-set by Lucas deep within his soul would detonate with a boom, obliterating the physical body of this Eternal—ah no, super beast disguised as a human, along with its microscopic consciousness, from a physical level.

Not even a soul fragment remained.

But to be fair, where would a mass-produced cosmic robot get a true soul?

Shattered was shattered.

Tony, who was busy welding nearby, didn’t even raise his head, obviously already accustomed to Lucas’s elusive style.

He glanced at the time on the electric meter, a mischievous smile curling the corner of his mouth as he teased:

"Pal, three minutes? For a man, isn’t this time a bit too short?"

"Don’t force yourself to endure it; seeing a Doctor early for treatment isn’t shameful."

"If U.S. Western medicine doesn’t work, I suggest you try the mysterious acupuncture of the East."

Lucas slanted his eyes.

Only those who were truly incompetent went everywhere seeking medical help, even bringing up the mysterious medical arts of the East.

Then you are truly a coward!

He spoke faintly:

"Tony, I know that wearing the iron suit everyday causes you heavy metal poisoning, weak lower back and knees, feelings of inadequacy, and a kidney overdraft!"

"But you don’t need to be embarrassed and use me to make up for it."

"I am different from you. The men of our Lucas family are capable! Our stamina is even calculated in days; you could say we are an essential remedy for wayward women!"

Tony was choked by these words until his forehead was covered in black lines, almost dropping the laser welding gun in his hand.

"Stop bragging!"

Tony rolled his eyes.

Which man would admit he couldn’t do it? Feeling inadequate in middle age, urinating in a split stream, frequent and urgent urination, getting up eight times a night—those were all the norm.

Lucas looked young, but the steady demeanor between his eyebrows definitely belonged to middle age.

Men in this age group knew each other inside out.

"Poor Pepper!"

Lucas shook his head.

Tony’s face darkened, "Alright, let’s take a look at my new suit first!"

He straightened his expression, pressed the master control button on the pedestal, and a bit of fanaticism grew in his eyes.

"Jarvis! Initiate the Mark 50 assembly test, this time it’s the spatial nano-reconstruction type!"

[Alright, Mr. Stark! Advanced spatial nano-reconstruction test—starting!]

The new Jarvis sounded more human.

Hum!

On the pedestal in the center of the laboratory, the liquid originally contained in an exquisite glass bottle suddenly surged slowly, as if it had come alive.

The next second!

The glass bottle didn’t even break; that mass of liquid metal directly crossed microscopic space, wrapping around Tony’s entire body out of nowhere like a layer of dazzling flowing light, and then the armor reorganized seamlessly!

Click click click click click!

This extremely smooth mechanical snapping sound made Lucas dream back to the time when he first watched the Iron Man back then.

These streamlined metallic muscle lines, the micro-reactor emitting a dim blue light, and the armor fused with spatial folding textures...

In just a few breaths.

A brand new, explosively cool suit of armor was perfectly worn on Tony!

"Let me introduce it."

Tony’s voice came from inside the suit, and he shook both arms!

The two pieces on his back unfolded with a click, and utilizing the advanced spatial folding technology given by Lucas, a nearly infinite different-dimensional ammunition depot was expanded inside the armor!

Dozens of heavy high-energy particle cannons, mini tracking missile launch nests, and even anti-matter cutting blades were displayed sequentially on the surface of the armor, almost embedding a Space Stone into it.

Not only that!

Thanks to the high-memory repair characteristics of the nano-polymers, even if the armor was pierced by a high-energy laser, the damaged part could draw equivalent materials from the microscopic spatial library within a thousandth of a second, instantly completing a seamless repair!

This was already more than a tier stronger than the armor used against Thanos.

What was even more perverted was that the palms of Tony’s suit glowed slightly, and spatial ripples fluctuated; he could even perform spatial jumps within a range of more than a dozen kilometers relying on the spatial reconstruction engine equipped on the suit!

And when the suit was removed, all the nanomaterials retracted and folded, finally turning into an unremarkable ring.

Infinite firepower, instant repair, spatial jump, portable folding...

Taking this set of armor to a single Universe, it could still be considered a decent combat power.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Lucas couldn’t help clapping his small hands.

Truly not bad! Fucking not bad at all!

This level of armor might not look like much for fighting multiversal wars, but as an action figure decoration, it was simply... Too cool!

If this were taken back to the main Universe, he could show off in front of Ryan, and by the way, crush Homelander’s fragile heart, making this kind old father admit his skills were inferior.

Just thinking about it felt thrilling!

"Am I cool or what?! Say something!"

Tony was also acting tough now!

"Not bad, not bad, then I’ll accept it without being polite!"

Lucas reached out and put Tony’s ring onto his own finger, mainly specializing in on-the-spot robbery.

"Hey hey hey! Don’t rush! This is just the beginning; the Mark 50 first-generation nano-model is currently still in the experimental stage. Once I fully grasp the technology, I plan to batch-produce several sets of perfectly specialized armor with different functions targeting different enemies!"

Tony counted on his fingers, scheming with great enthusiasm:

"For example, the Anti-Hulk Armor focusing on high-frequency heavy blows, the Anti-Iron Man Armor targeting rebellious machinery, the Anti-Mutant Armor targeting Mutant magnetic fields and minds, the Anti-Lucas Armor targeting spatial deities, targeting..."

"Wait a minute."

Lucas was originally still feeling regretful, but upon hearing a certain word, his eyelids suddenly twitched.

It seemed something strange had just slipped past.

What did he mean by Anti-Lucas Armor?

"Cough cough cough! Slip of the tongue! Accidentally said what was on my mind!"

Stark felt a bit awkward.

How did words like this slip out inadvertently?

"Don’t mind it!"

Lucas instead had an encouraging look, "If you can really research it out, I will directly make you Iron Man family ascend on the spot and turn into five-dimensional lifeforms right away! Because the Nobel Prize is no longer worthy of you, you, Tony, are the most badass hero!"

Mortals hand-crafting an anti-multiversal level armor.

You brat get to sit at the same table as Batman!

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