"Wait." Wanda watched quietly from the side for a long time, and couldn't help but stop Michael as he was about to put on his helmet and link to the Godslayer armor.

Although she didn't know much about neurology, let alone a mechanical engineer, that didn't stop her from being aware of the risks.

After all, it's alien technology that none of them understand - not only that, but it's an ancient supertechnology that even aliens don't understand. Who knows what kind of effect this big golden guy will have on the driver?

Or maybe Michael did activate the armor and become the owner of the "Godslayer...... What will become of the man who has the power that even God can defy himself?

Michael understands her concerns. He patted Wanda on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you know I never do anything I'm sure of." ”

Wanda hesitated, but finally nodded and didn't speak again.

In fact, not only Wanda, but almost everyone present had mixed expectations about what was to come. Tony is also curious if Michael is really the one appointed by the Godslayer, as that seems to indirectly prove whether Michael is the real descendant of the Stark family. Needless to say, 451 has put a lot of effort into this god-killer's plan, and he has put his greatest ideals here. He was almost certain that Michael was the right person, the perfect human he had genetically concocted years ago.

Under everyone's gaze, Michael closed his eyes and gently put on that silver helmet.

The entire cabin fell silent.

For the next few minutes, time seemed to stand still, and the gas circulating in the cockpit seemed to freeze. No one spoke, as if everyone was afraid that speaking out would interrupt Michael's thoughts and interfere with his connection. Everyone waited quietly, gathered around and watched him, expecting the machine under his feet to suddenly let out a heavy roar and stand up.

But nothing happened.

It was invisible to the naked eye, but for Michael, a few minutes felt like a century. He could feel the cold touch enter his consciousness like a probe, and his mind poured into the Godslayer's main body like water pumped away.

When his consciousness interacted with the "Godslayer", he clearly and intuitively felt what a huge and profound knowledge was buried in this armor.

Michael felt like a rock, and the place he was in was the pitch black sea. Programs written in complex alien languages have built an unimaginably vast network within this machine, with data interacting with each other and countless subroutines circulating eternally over billions of years.

Although it may seem amazing to say, Michael definitely felt like the armor was alive. By plugging into the system, it was as if he could hear the machine whispering to him, telling him something. The knowledge of the ancient languages that had long since disappeared, the scientific and technological foundations that created the weapons against the gods, all the scientific crystals that the Rakmulon had stuffed into the core of the machine that had earned it the supreme name of "Godslayer", all of them had been poured into his brain.

After a long time, Michael slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to become slightly different.

"How?" 451 was the most impatient of all, just as the person who was about to get the right to drive this machine was not Michael but himself, "Did you make it?" You activated the Godslayer? ”

Michael removed the cockpit's sensor helmet and looked at him with a blank expression.

"No, 451." He said, "As you can see, my brain is connected to the telepathic field, I am connected to the system of the godslayer, but nothing happens. The Godslayer denied my visit, and I wasn't the right person. ”

Things seem to have been confirmed. Michael put on a helmet and linked the mech, but nothing happened. So either 451's calculations were wrong, or the "perfect human" he designed was a failure after all, and in the end, no one could activate the "God Slayer"; Either he was mistaken, neither Tony Stark nor Michael was the person he was looking for, and the child he had helped Howard Stark give birth to in the first place was someone else.

Seeing Michael's failed attempt, Tony and Wanda breathe a sigh of relief.

Tony is glad that Michael is not his brother after all, which means that his life may not be all false. Wanda, on the other hand, was glad that Michael hadn't been able to activate the Godslayer itself, and she didn't know if Michael was not the one she knew.

But for 451, he was a failure anyway. He failed to create the perfect human being, nor did he create the ultimate avenger who could achieve cosmic peace with the power of a single person.

Five hundred years, five hundred years, he has been fighting for this moment.

He was meant to be a recorder, and he was born to witness. However, at a moment five hundred years ago, after recording the fall of an unknown number of worlds, he decided that this was not enough. Mere testimony doesn't mean anything.

When the seed of thought is generated in the brains of the robot's circuits, it can no longer be suppressed. It's like a cancer that sprouts and spreads quickly. It was originally born in a tiny alien world, a backward planet that has been ignored by most civilizations. On that planet has given birth to a fascinating new species, beautiful, with great potential, and a glorious future full of endless possibilities.

SCP-451 had arrived to document the new species and observe their future, but not long after he left, the Skrulls arrived—they decided that the fur of this race was tempting.

As a result, when 451 came back the next time, he was walking in the middle of a pile of innocent lives that had been skinned, and the corpse that had lost its beautiful skin had no beauty at all, and there was no future for it.

But are the Skrulls evil? Not necessarily, from their point of view. There is no absolute distinction between good and evil among creatures of different races, there are only strong and weak people. The universe is vast, but such appalling things happen every day, like an unwritten rule that no one can change.

Until 451 decided he was going to try to make a change, or rather, had wanted to.

That's in the past.

He tried, but he failed. He didn't know what the problem was, where the calculation was wrong, but the only thing that mattered was that he failed. And he did whatever it took to achieve it, and he had blood on his hands, and he had killed no fewer people than he had tried to stop. But he kept telling himself that it was worth it, that it was a necessary sacrifice, that the corpses and blood were for a better future, for a perfect blueprint......

...... A blueprint that no longer exists.

The robot closed its eyes, as if an old man who had lived for hundreds of millions of centuries had finally closed his eyes.

"My mind comes from a loophole, and my very existence is a glitch. And the failure ...... must be deleted. "Start the database cleanup...... Prepare to execute the error removal procedure. ”