Chapter 560

The Sanctum Sanctorum was still brightly lit. Schiller stood before the magical crystal ball and said to Strange:

"I have a plan."

"As long as we replicate the battle between Venom and Riot back then, and let Ultron smash the Sanctum Sanctorum, then he will be dead for sure."

"We can borrow the power of the Demon Gods to deal with Ultron. He doesn't know magic, and the methods of the Demon Gods are exactly his knowledge blind spot."

"At the same time, the Sanctum Sanctorum closing for business can also be considered a kind of hunger marketing, which can better improve our user stickiness."

"At the same time, the Sanctum Sanctorum is also within the reimbursement scope of S. H. I. E. L. D. Last time this place was smashed, it let Nick solve one season of his funding, but last time it happened suddenly, there was no reward for you. This time if it gets smashed again, you can consider how much of a kickback you want."

Schiller surveyed the situation inside the Sanctum Sanctorum and said, "Just right, you can change to a different decoration style again. How about making the decoration more modern this time?"

Strange smiled and said, "I think that's good. At least my office should be more modern. I've had enough of that creaking rocking chair."

"However, who should we send to lure Ultron here? Or rather, what is relatively attractive to him?"

Just at this moment, Schiller's phone rang. After he picked it up, he said, "Dr. Pym?... That's right, you've already arrived downstairs? Alright, I'll send someone to pick you up."

After hanging up the phone, he shrugged and looked at Strange, saying, "What's wrong? We'll have someone take Dr. Pym up, and then arrange a Great Mage for him. Once Ultron arrives, we'll transfer him using a portal."

Strange gave an OK gesture, and then went down to pick up the person. When Pym arrived at Strange's office, he was still in a state of being dumbfounded, because on the surface, this was indeed a magical building overflowing with a magical atmosphere.

"Alright, Doctor." Schiller said to Pym, who was still a bit dazed, "Next, there will be someone specifically to take you on a tour. Mr. Strange and I have something to do, so we'll leave first."

As he spoke, Schiller gave Strange a wink, and the two left the room. Not until they walked downstairs to the Sanctum Sanctorum did Strange ask, "What's wrong? Why can't we stay there?"

"Once Ultron hits later, do you want to be left with a face full of dust? Let's just wait at Stark Tower."

After saying that, the two boarded a car and drove all the way to Stark Tower.

When they arrived at the lab, Peter was changing into his Spider-Man suit. Seeing the two arrive, Peter said, "Just right, you guys hurry and help me watch this screen. There are Ultron's movements here. I'm going to the front line."

"Reincarnation Paradise"

"Has he arrived already?" Schiller looked at many circuits on the computer screen, among which one shining light spot was approaching the New York urban area.

"That's right, I don't know why, but he seems to have a very clear goal, heading straight for New York. Steve and the others have already gone over. I am also going to participate in the battle now."

Seeing Peter's expression was very serious, Schiller frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Isn't it just dealing with a newly born artificial intelligence? Why are you guys so nervous?"

"He is not just a newly born artificial intelligence. He blocked all my invasions. Now it's very hard to judge how he evolved so fast, and to what extent he has evolved."

After speaking, Peter put on his web-shooters and jumped down directly from the open window. Watching Peter's figure swinging high, Schiller said to himself somewhat puzzled, "Blocked all of Peter's invasions? Is the newborn Ultron that strong?"

He frowned and thought for a while, then snapped his fingers. Turning his head, he saw the tall Khonshu sitting on the sofa next to him.

Schiller also walked over and sat down, and Strange sat opposite him. At this moment, Iron Man Stark, wearing his suit, walked in. Schiller looked him up and down, then asked, "How is it? Are you and Jarvis ready?"

"Jarvis, he... he has a little problem, so this time we'll do it ourselves." Stark's tone was somewhat unnatural. Schiller stared at him and sighed helplessly, saying, "Are you sure it's him who has a problem, and not you who has a problem?"

"Of course, when I was debugging him, I found a small problem, so he can't go to the battlefield now..."

"Tony, has anyone ever told you that when you lie, the frequency of your breathing is completely different from usual?" Schiller stood up and walked to the opposite side of Stark. Stark looked up at the ceiling, seemingly completely not understanding what Schiller was talking about.

"He will have to be independent one day. You've already built him into the kind of mechanical monster in horror sci-fi movies. What exactly are you still worried about?" Strange also stood up, walked forward, and persuaded, "I've never seen such an outrageous robot. Let alone fighting Ultron, some Demon Gods of the Sanctum Sanctorum would have to take a beating if they came."

"Um... I have my own plans. Anyway, as long as this matter is solved, isn't that enough?" After Stark finished speaking, he turned and left, seemingly not wanting to stay for even one more second. After he left, Schiller and Strange looked at each other and shook their heads.

The two of them walked back to the sofa and sat down, even opening a bottle of wine. Schiller said helplessly, "If he has children in the future, he will definitely be the kind of father who dotes on his children to the point of madness."

"First-time fathers are always like this, feeling that their children will encounter monsters everywhere outside the home." Strange took a sip of wine and said, "It doesn't matter, anyway, it's just a robot. If we really can't beat him, we can just call more helpers."

Schiller also nodded. He didn't take this matter to heart at all. Although Ultron appeared many times in the original work, the ways he failed were also many.

His trait of infinite evolution is somewhat like Doomsday in DC, but he is far from being as powerful as Doomsday. And now, the egg of Doomsday is in his hands. If it really doesn't work, he'll just release a Doomsday, let the two of them roll internally, see who evolves faster, and then drift the battlefield for tens of millions of light-years to plague the purple potato essence.

Just as Schiller and Strange were drinking calmly in Stark Tower, it was not calm at the New York highway entrance.

With a loud "bang," a shining shield flew past between the roads, hitting an unmanned car away. The car lights flickered twice, like lonely ghost fires in the pitch-black night sky.

More cars rushed over. A black shadow swung over, stood in the middle of the road, and blocked a sports car rushing over at high speed, its figure motionless.

Spider-Man resisted the car's bumper with both hands, lifted it up fiercely, grabbed the car, swung it twice, and smashed it into the cars next to it.

It was late at night, and logically, there shouldn't be so many cars on the highway entering New York. Clearly, they were all controlled by some existence.

"Find him!" Steve shouted, "He must be hiding somewhere!"

Spider-Man narrowed his eyes, concentrating his attention. Suddenly, he turned his head to look at the toll station at the highway entrance. A figure was standing there.

Feeling that he had been discovered, that figure ran toward the center of Niuyuecheng at high speed. Without Steve's command, everyone began to chase that figure.

Steve accelerated first, then waved a hand, throwing his shield. But that figure seemed to have predicted his action, rolled to the side, dodged the shield, and immediately climbed up a high building in two or three steps, beginning to speed across the rooftops.

Spider-Man kept chasing closely behind him, using his web-shooters as a shooting weapon, wanting to interfere with his actions, but that black shadow didn't fall for it at all.

The lights of the building flashed past, and everyone saw that the black shadow, which was not much different from them, was actually a robot.

He presented an overall matte carbon black, with some parts being dim silver-gray. The mechanical structure appeared very simple, without any exposed circuits, and his body size and limb proportions were exactly the same as a human's.

"Ultron?! What's going on? Wasn't it said his body was made of Vibranium?" Spider-Man shouted puzzledly, "Is this some kind of Vibranium alloy? How come it has this texture?"

But doubts were doubts, he still tried hard to chase that figure. Spider-Man's speed was faster than Ultron's, but Ultron seemed to be able to predict his actions, dodging Spider-Man's interception accurately every time.

Looking at the direction he was heading, Spider-Man was even more confused. He said, "Where is he running to? Is that direction the Sanctum Sanctorum?"

And just at this moment, another figure descending from the sky intercepted Spider-Man, Steve behind him, and the rest of the Avengers.

It was Iron Man Stark. Spider-Man said somewhat anxiously, "Mr. Stark! What are you doing?! We have to chase that robot, he is very dangerous!"

Stark looked around, then extended a finger and made a "shh" gesture in front of his mouth.

He landed, beckoned to the others, and after they gathered into a circle, Stark clapped his hands and said, "Listen, I have a plan..."

Schiller and Strange, far away on the top floor of Stark Tower, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching that tiny black shadow head straight for the Sanctum Sanctorum. Strange breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It seems he isn't that powerful after all. Didn't he still take the bait?"

"Forget it, I'd better go over there, lest the agents fighting end up affecting ordinary people."

After saying that, Strange turned and left, leaving only Schiller standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the scene there.

But Strange had only been gone for a few minutes when the situation changed. That black shadow passed by the Sanctum Sanctorum but didn't stop, instead running straight forward. From his direction, the straight line continuing forward after crossing the Sanctum Sanctorum was Stark Tower.

After approaching the vicinity of Stark Tower, Ultron suddenly accelerated, rushing over at a speed almost invisible to the naked eye.

Schiller turned his head immediately, but the expected alarm sound didn't ring, and the safety defense measures didn't react either.

Schiller extended his hand, and an umbrella appeared in his hand. The sharp blade at the front of the umbrella was faintly visible.

Suddenly, a "beep" sound rang out, and the lights of the entire Stark Tower suddenly lit up, illuminating the surrounding night sky like daylight.

Schiller was dazzled by the sudden light, and when his vision recovered, a black shadow stood at the door. It was Ultron.

Schiller was somewhat stunned looking at the robot at the door, because this robot was very handsome, and clean and brand new. He was even wearing a shirt, a suit vest, suit pants, and leather shoes.

"Bang!"

Countless ribbons sprayed from the ceiling, covering Schiller. He stood stunned in place, looking left and right. Just at this moment, a Happy Birthday song rang out.

The ceiling directly in front of Schiller opened, and a metal rack fell in front of him. On it was a massive three-layer cake. On the surface of the cake was written "Schiller Rodriguez—Happy Birthday".

Ultron walked in first, followed by the Avengers who swarmed in. Stark flew in front of Schiller with a "whoosh," then opened a bottle of champagne with a "bang," and everyone shouted:

"Happy Birthday!

!"

Everyone began to cheer. Schiller took a deep breath, made a virtual gripping gesture in the air like finishing a music conductor's performance, and said, "Stop!"

Everyone quieted down. Schiller sighed and asked, "What is going on? How is Ultron... and..."

With a "clack," Stark's faceplate rose. He had a face full of triumphant smiles, walked over, and said, "It really wasn't easy to trick you, right?"

"However, it wasn't me who tricked you, but Jarvis."

Stark walked over, glanced at that cake, and then said:

"Actually, long before we confirmed Ultron's existence, Jarvis had already tracked the existence of this intelligent life."

"The reason Ultron would hate his creator so much when he was born was actually because when sharing brainwaves with humans, the emotional module impacted his logic module, causing an error. And Jarvis corrected this error and rewrote his underlying protocol. Now, he has become a very normal intelligent butler."

"Alright, actually, the matter is like this."

"Before, I always wanted to return a favor to you, even not hesitating to drag Strange and Loki along, wanting to use the drama of aliens invading Earth to attract the attention of those agents, so they wouldn't go bother you. Clearly, this plan failed."

"But just a few hours ago, when I was debugging Jarvis's program, he told me there was a better method, which was to give you a birthday surprise."

Schiller glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. The calendar hadn't been flipped, so it was still the day before his birthday, but now it was already past 12 o'clock at night, so logically, it was already his birthday.

At this moment, a slight mechanical sound rang out. Ultron walked over, stroked his shoulder with his hand, bowed, and then said, "Hello, I am Ultron, and I will be your future intelligent butler."

"That's right, this is the birthday gift we gave you." Stark walked forward, patted Ultron on the shoulder, and said, "Jarvis even helped you change his body. This body was built completely according to your preferences for robots. Precisely because of this, we were delayed for a bit of time."

"The reason Peter couldn't invade successfully before, and why they couldn't catch up to Ultron, was because it was actually Jarvis controlling Ultron. Jarvis knows us too well."

"Tricking you was indeed very difficult. I had to make you think that I was anxious and panicked because I was worried about Jarvis, so that I could trick your mind-reading."

"However, I was also tricked by Jarvis. He didn't tell me in advance that he was preparing a gift to help me return your favor, so, we're even."

"So... Happy Birthday, Schiller."

Schiller saw that the screen hanging on the wall opposite him suddenly lit up. On it was a smiley face composed of symbols.

Schiller looked at that smiley face and also smiled.

He thought, the pile of plans he prepared didn't come in handy at all, the clues and inferences he investigated turned into a farce in the end, the passionate chase scene with the villain was all acting, and the intellectual battle drama of dragging various forces into the arena ended up just being a "Happy Birthday".

If he were truly the protagonist of a novel, this would really be a rotten story.

The glass curtain wall of Stark Tower revealed a warm and cozy light. The light kept flickering, figures came and went, and when the laughter and cheers rang out, the first heavy snow of winter arrived.

At this moment, in the high sky where the cold wind was biting and snowflakes were dancing, Loki, holding a hammer, looked at the unusually calm New York tonight, her face full of confusion.