Chapter 1874

Mephisto, who was sitting with his legs crossed on the throne of Hell looking at a new contract, was suddenly startled. He looked left and right suspiciously. The demon guard beside him immediately turned his head and asked: "What's wrong? Your Majesty?"

"No, nothing. Why do I feel the aura of the Iron Demon God? Hasn't he not come out for a long time?"

Mephisto frowned, his eyes darting around. He said: "The membership gifts have been a bit scarce lately, and the Demon Gods have almost all been harvested. What is the Iron Demon God doing coming out now? Could it be that they have found a new target again?"

Mephisto immediately stood up from the throne, looked around, rubbed his hands, and said: "If they want to eat alone, they are mistaken. Go, call those good buddies from before, and let's go over together to see!"

"By the way, don't call Dormammu. If he gets any fatter, he won't be able to walk. He should just digest properly."

After speaking, Mephisto's figure disappeared from Hell, and the demon guards ran to tell each other, notifying several dining buddies Mephisto was on good terms with. Everyone rushed toward where the Iron Demon God was.

Just as he arrived at the scene, Mephisto was dumbfounded. He saw a huge phantom of the Iron Demon God glaring ahead. On the left hand was a dazzling silver-white figure, behind which was an endless army of machines, and all around were planetary remains.

The cold light of the machines flickered like a polar ice field, illuminating the entire cosmic space. The huge Iron Demon God was like an ancient god who had descended here. Its massive body spanned the universe, and the light flowing between its eyes made the stars dim.

Superior Iron Man, leading the mechanical army, did not show weakness and met the huge phantom, wearing an iron armor flickering with blue current, as dazzling as a star in the universe.

A pungent burnt smell permeated the space, accompanied by the sound of explosions and metal collisions. Two huge forces collided, and the universe trembled. There were no primitive, bloody roars, no deafening screams, only the rumbling sound of gears meshing and iron boiling.

The stars in the universe twinkled, as if countless gods were watching this battle. Between the rolling nebulae, even the brilliant erupting cloud streams flashed with electric pulses. At this moment, the universe seemed to be occupied by machines.

"Wait!" Mephisto shouted loudly: "What are you doing?!"

Instantly, several eyes made of machinery all looked at him. Mephisto was choked and shut his mouth.

Iron Man was fighting lively over there. Mephisto was very confused about what was going on, but he wasn't like a cosmic god who could see the timeline, so he started looking around, trying to find clues in the surroundings.

This wasn't because he was overly curious; he could also see that this wasn't the Sanctum Sanctorum giving out gifts, but a private feud between the Iron Demon God and some entities.

But this didn't prevent him from collecting some evidence so he could bargain when negotiating with the Sanctum Sanctorum. If he pinned the label of embezzling membership gifts on them, there would be plenty of room for negotiation.

Mephisto had always deeply hated the cunning Loki and the strong-willed Strange for controlling the contract terms and not increasing the profit by even a cent. Having finally caught an opportunity, he had to record everything properly and have a talk with that group of vampires.

Mephisto ignored the big scene over there, but suddenly saw a familiar figure in the concentrated area of planetary remains.

"Schiller? Schiller???"

These Demon Gods knew that the entire Sanctum Sanctorum membership plan was created by a human doctor named Schiller. At first, these Demon Gods saw Schiller as gentle and elegant, thinking he was easy to talk to, and wanted to pull him to the negotiating table as a breakthrough. But ever since they saw Schiller make the cosmic rule gods cry for their parents, they prayed every day that Schiller would never remember this business about the Sanctum Sanctorum.

However, Mephisto belonged to the type of Demon God with very high emotional intelligence. He was on good terms with both Schiller and Nick, and occasionally colluded with Nick to help Nick carry out the Hydra soul-refining plan.

Seeing Schiller lying in the middle of a pile of asteroid remains, Mephisto hurriedly leaned over. He transformed into the image of the ram-horned demon common to humans and flew in front of Schiller.

"What happened to you? Dr. Schiller, why are you lying here?"

Schiller's appearance hadn't changed much. The gray mist hated explosions, so it had crawled out to resist just now, and Schiller hadn't been injured.

He coughed twice, wiped the annoying dust from his eyelashes, slowly straightened up, smiled at Mephisto, and said: "Sorry, I overplayed it."

"What are you doing? Aren't those your friends fighting over there? Aren't you going to stop him?"

"The problem is that the ones fighting over there are all my friends." Schiller coughed twice more, covered his mouth with his hand, and said: "They are all Iron Men, from different universes."

Mephisto widened his eyes. He casually pulled over a relatively large asteroid fragment, sat on it with Schiller, watched the fireworks in the distance, and said: "Iron Men from other universes? Then why did you pull them here? And why are they fighting?"

"Oh, don't misunderstand. If you're busy, you can leave first. I'm just a little curious."

Schiller sniffed, hugged his legs, sat on the asteroid fragment, and said: "I originally wanted two of them to fight, but I didn't expect to attract a third and a fourth. Fortunately, two of them can fight to a draw, which isn't unexpected."

He shook his head and continued: "I thought the instrument Iron Man made would be more reliable, so I could sit inside safely and watch them fight. It turned out I was still blown over. My bad luck."

"But what's the point of this?" Mephisto asked: "You pulled them over to fight, and then what?"

"What 'then'? Aren't you watching the fireworks quite happily now?" Schiller laughed, pointed to the opposite side, and said: "Although I got hit by an explosion, this firework scene is much bigger than I expected."

Mephisto narrowed his eyes and stared closely at Schiller.

Schiller sighed softly and said: "Well, there are some other plans, just a few other small plans."

Mephisto frowned tightly, showing an expression of "I don't believe you."

Schiller cleared his throat again, nodded, and said: "Okay, a little bigger than you imagined."

At this moment, a cry of pain suddenly came from the pile of asteroid fragments. Schiller and Mephisto turned their heads in unison and saw a figure in a purple bodysuit and green vest crawling out of a mass of broken white mucus.

"Oh, damn it, what is this sticky stuff? It's disgusting!" Molecule Man Owen exclaimed.

Having finally struggled out of the disgusting mucus, Owen looked up and saw Schiller. He was stunned for a moment, then flew toward Schiller as if he had seen a life-saving straw.

Mephisto just reached out to stop him, but Schiller shook his head at him, so Owen flew over smoothly. He said to Schiller anxiously: "The Beyonder wants to destroy all universes. I'm here to notify you. I heard you are very powerful, please think of a way!!!"

Schiller reached out and patted the empty space beside him, saying: "Don't worry, sit down and talk slowly."

"There's no time, I..."

"You finally realized that you are a mass-produced clone, and through your connection with the Creator, you glimpsed part of the Beyonder's plan. Then you heard my name from the gods of the Great World, thinking that since I can threaten so many rule gods, I naturally have a way to deal with the Beyonder. So you wanted to find me, but you thought it was too much trouble to find a human among the vast living beings, so you wanted to inquire about me from the five gods of this universe first..."

Owen stared at Schiller, dumbfounded.

Schiller sighed and said: "Mr. Molecule Man, I assume you know there is a mutant called Professor X?"

Owen reacted immediately. He looked at Schiller in shock and said: "Mind reading? But, but Professor X is a human, he should be on Earth!"

"He is in the Andromeda Galaxy now. Yes, I know that's far from here, but is there a possibility that the level of technological development between universes is different? The brainwave amplifier in our universe can already fully span such a long distance."

"Ah?!"

"And I have already met you before. Do you remember the Dark Elf you met in the tavern who claimed to know humans very well?"

"You mean that intelligence peddler?"

"Yes, that was actually me, but another me. His body is a Skrull, which can turn into any race."

Owen's shocked expression was about to crack. He stood in front of Schiller, spread his hands, and said: "Then why didn't you come to find me?!"

"Didn't I just come?"

"I mean why didn't you come earlier?!"

Schiller looked up at him and said seriously: "Do you really not feel that there is anything wrong with you?"

"I... what's wrong with me?" Owen looked down at himself blankly.

"Your brainwaves are wrong."

"What?!" Owen showed a look of terror.

"You are the Beyonder."

Owen looked as if he had been strangled. He covered his chin and kept rolling his eyes.

"Alright, stop acting, Mr. Beyonder. You were exposed the first time you entered Professor X's brainwave range. You are not Molecule Man Owen at all, just deliberately dressed up like him to gain my trust."

"It's a pity you shouldn't have run around in the universe and finally ran to Professor X's territory. He read your thoughts and came to my mental world to tell me."

Owen suddenly slowly let go of his hands, rolled his eyes back, lowered his hands to look at Schiller. His expression couldn't be called indifferent; it was more like innocence mixed with a little curiosity.

"You have heard of my name for a long time, right?" Schiller tilted his head and looked at him.

"You are indeed very interesting," the Beyonder said.

"You didn't want to destroy the universe at all, just deliberately released the news to scare me, wanting to see what I would do. And do you know why I didn't expose you?"

The Beyonder saw Schiller freeze for a moment, then a different light flashed in his eyes. He tilted his head and said: "You changed personalities. What should I call you? What do you call yourselves?"

"We are all Schiller, but you can call me Greed." Schiller waved at the Beyonder, asking him to come closer, and the Beyonder actually came over.

"You have seen through my scheme, why didn't you expose me, and kept cooperating with me saying you wanted to save the universe?"

"Because I realized that you are developing an interest in human nature."

"What do you mean?"

Greed stared straight at the Beyonder. The brilliance in his eyes was like looking at an incomparably brilliant gem. He said: "The fact that you started to be curious about what I would do means that you have started to have expectations for the reactions of intelligent life to certain things."

"Before I knew your plan, I was indeed trying to eliminate you, but after Professor X told me your true thoughts, I borrowed a Skrull body to meet you."

"Then I discovered that you are not on a different path from me, just still growing, trying to step onto this road."

The Beyonder turned and sat beside Schiller. Schiller pointed to the Iron Men fighting happily in the distance and said: "Do you think this looks good?"

"You call this fireworks? But I have seen things much more brilliant than this, such as cosmic explosions."

"No, this is just a celebration. I am referring to the anger, entanglement, sadness, and despair before this, the surging joy and love, and the various wonderful reactions they catalyze."

The Beyonder stared straight at the battle scene, then turned to look at Schiller and said: "Caused by you..."

"Don't you feel honored?"

The Beyonder shook his head and said: "This isn't what I did."

"Then why not do it?"

The Beyonder narrowed his eyes. Schiller smiled at him, a smile that looked very sincere, but made the Beyonder increasingly unable to see through him, so he asked: "It seems you already have a plan. What do you want to do?"

"Let you continue to grow, forever abandon the boring and dull evolution of the universe, and gain eternal joy in endless desires and emotions."

"The exact opposite of my kin?"

"They are not your kin," Schiller said, looking at the Beyonder with eyes full of light. "I am."

"Why are you so confident?" The Beyonder felt puzzled. He said: "Why do you think I will betray my kin? No longer observe the birth and death changes of the essence and rules of the universe?"

"Because I know you will walk on such a path."

"What do you want to do?"

"I have a brilliant idea."

The Iron Men, who were in the heat of battle, suddenly heard a familiar voice from the center of the battlefield: "Stop! Don't fight anymore, listen to my explanation!"

Everyone stopped in tacit agreement, all staring straight at Schiller. The look in their eyes was "If you don't give us an explanation, we will gang up on you."

Schiller stood silently in place. Just as Stark was about to open his mouth to ask, a strange voice echoed in the minds of countless superheroes in this universe, in several universes, and between endless universes.

"Battleworld has opened. All chosen ones will head to Battleworld-New Earth in three days. Use your wisdom, courage, and unity, uphold your honor, and fight for your universe."

"Please remember, under the destruction brought by the Beyonder, only by transcending can there be rebirth. Win this Secret War and win rebirth for all universes!"