Chapter 45: Mutation! Flesh-Steel Puppet, Iron Monger! (Begging for Follow-up Reading)

, The Genie Starting from Marvel

Just when Frank was puzzled, Johnson's urgent voice came from the headset. "Frank! Retreat quickly! A spiritual riot has appeared at your position!"

Spiritual riot? Although he didn't understand what that was, Frank still followed Johnson's suggestion and retreated more than ten meters at the first opportunity.

The next second, large chunks of mud were lifted from the ground, and the Iron Monger reappeared in front of everyone with a new posture.

This time, scattered muscle clusters were attached to the Iron Monger's shell in more than ten places. These muscle clusters rose and fell together, as if breathing. The biggest change was not these, but the Iron Monger's head, which had been replaced from the original robot shape to a human brain with exposed brain and shattered skin.

"Stane?!" Tony looked at this Iron Monger with such a look and couldn't believe it. In these short few seconds, Stane seemed to have completely combined with the Iron Monger, ultimately turning into this strange thing that was both flesh and steel.

Pepper was also stunned. Staring at Stane for a few seconds, her brain began to have hallucinations. The scene in front of her turned into Tony Stark being dismembered, and the Iron Man who was beside her also turned into a twisted and terrifying monster.

"Ah!!!"

Pepper knelt on the spot, holding her head with both hands, trembling there. Her body's instinct couldn't even make the action of running away.

Frank took a step to the side, blocking between Pepper and the Iron Monger.

"Don't let her look directly at Stane!" Frank prompted, simultaneously pointing his headset toward Tony. "Can you connect to this channel?"

"Jarvis!"

"Yes, sir. The relevant channel has been searched, and it has been connected." Jarvis's own mechanical intelligence was probably the one here that could best avoid being affected.

"This should be a kind of mental pollution, 100% related to that group of Secret Prayers! I'll try to solve it!" Johnson's voice sounded in the channel.

"What should we do now?" Frank followed up and asked. The mental pollution was getting bigger and bigger, and the Saint Light in his body began to fluctuate spontaneously.

"The simplest method: kill him! Losing the living carrier, the level of pollution will drop rapidly."

Johnson on the high-rise building, while answering, activated the ritual magic under him. The brilliant light drew upon formless and qualityless spiritual power.

This spiritual power turned into faint mist and fell from the sky, landing in the center of the battlefield, draping a layer of thin gauze over Stane.

Once the gauze appeared, Tony immediately felt much more comfortable, and Pepper also struggled out of the temporary madness state, beginning to move away from this area under the drive of instinct.

"The filtering effect won't last too long; you must speed up!" Johnson prompted again. The power of ritual magic had a very average effect on the mental pollution derived from extraordinary creations, meaning only a Sequence holder with a primary characteristic like Johnson could use it to interfere across levels.

"Understood!" Frank was still a bit unaccustomed. After Stane had the gauze, he turned into a mosaic in his field of vision. This sudden change in vision would inevitably affect the exertion of his power.

"Tony... Tony..." Stane muttered Tony's name, moving his legs toward Tony with obsession.

Boom—the Mark armor ignited, and Tony appeared even more severe discomfort under Stane's call.

"Jarvis, all subsequent control is handed over to you!" Tony ordered directly after failing to concentrate.

"Yes! Sir!" Jarvis's computing power operated to the maximum, and the armor began to hover above Stane in a posture that saved energy.

Tony's arc reactor on his chest was an old version, and the energy was something that had been consumed for a period of time. It could be said that it was a souvenir, just forced to go on stage in a crisis situation.

Stane on the ground, after Tony flew up, shifted his attention to the sky, extending his hands and waving them powerlessly toward Tony.

Frank seized the opportunity, approached a bit, and fired a Piercing Light.

Pa—the Saint Light hit the ground beside it, blasting out a hole.

Damn it! Frank cursed in his heart.

The buffs and debuffs intertwined, seriously affecting his various perceptions and judgments; otherwise, this shot wouldn't have been so outrageously crooked.

After Frank fired, Stane seemed to have learned this move. The wheel on the Iron Monger's arm began to move, and while cutting his own flesh, bullets soaked in fresh blood shot out toward the surroundings without rules.

Frank hurriedly dodged. He really couldn't accurately judge the relative spatial position of the bullets, so he could only max out the lead.

The bullets landed on the ground, hitting small bumps, just like the pus bumps on a human body.

Shoo! Jarvis found a good angle and fired directly. An energy cannon sprayed from the palm of the Mark armor, preparing to hit the Iron Monger's joint position.

The material at the connection melted rapidly, leaving only a thin, strange muscle squirming there.

Thud—the Iron Monger's right arm fell directly to the ground. Stane was a bit puzzled. Without pain to think, he now completely couldn't understand why his right hand couldn't be raised.

Saint Light Baptism!

Frank raised his dual guns on the back of the Iron Monger, and Saint Light bullets sprayed out like rain, beating the area in front of the muzzle until it was pitted and bumpy.

"Mr. Saint Light Practitioner, your hit rate is too low. It is suggested that you approach or stabilize before firing." Jarvis's voice came from the headset.

Only two or three out of ten Saint Light bullets could hit the Iron Monger. This could already be counted as human-body tracing.

"You think I don't want to?" Frank retorted. Fighting in this situation for the first time, he still needed some time to adapt.

"The vision problem is left to me."

Accompanied by Johnson's voice, Frank discovered that there was an extra stick figure moving in front of him.

"Just fire at the stick figure; I am simulating that guy's position and movements." Johnson continued.

Listening to these words, Jarvis began to increase the output power, pulling Stane's target of hatred back.

Frank took a deep breath, his attention shifted away from Stane, and he felt much more comfortable immediately. Accumulating power in place for a few seconds—Saint Light Baptism!

This time, continuous Saint Light bullets slammed directly onto Stane's big forehead, blasting half of his brain directly to pieces.

The Iron Monger fell to the ground with a boom, but those squirming flesh and blood were still active; Stane was completely not dead yet.

Crackle, crackle—suddenly the Iron Monger's shell began to make sounds. It seemed to be about to explode!

"Retreat! It's going to explode!" Johnson shouted loudly.

After giving the prompt, Johnson concentrated his attention and began to construct a spiritual wall above the battlefield.

After Stane exploded, if there wasn't something to block the mental pollution, half of the people in the nearby district would fall into madness for varying lengths of time. By then, who knew how many would die.

Bang~

A clear sound appeared in the headset. Johnson and Frank almost simultaneously realized that the pre-buried mines had been triggered! ===== CHAPTER 46 =====