Ultron!

Lille regained his senses from his trance, and a whole lizard serum was injected into his heart.

His cheeks had turned lizard, red and green blood was running from his head, and dark steam that almost obscured his vision filled the office.

Bang.

A large access pod rises from the ground, and Lille falls to his knees with a pop.

[Lille: Thanks to you this time. 】

[Little Octopus: (_) Don't worry, big brother, I am your solid shield. 】

[Little octopus: But big brother, your body can't stand it anymore (〈).] 】

Snort –

As Lille reclined into the cooling tank, the water made an exaggerated noise.

The cooling has greatly reduced the rate of damage to Lille's brain cells.

The moment he saw the skull, Lille thought of Ultron's name.

So far, there is no evidence that this is Ultron, but there are only a few named AIs in the Marvel world.

Blue is a safe and understandable color in cyberspace, and the more incomprehensible the data flow, the closer the color in cyberspace is to that deep black-red.

The birth of streaming AI is natural, and their underlying structure is that color for most people.

Lille slowed down and looked at the little octopus:

By this time, the little octopus had put on a slightly red steel armor.

[Lille: New clothes? 】

The little octopus fully stretched its tentacles and spun in circles in the air as if it were a skirt.

[Little octopus: Dick is not dick. 】

[Lille: Dick, reconnect.] 】

A second passed between the invasion of Ultron and the end of the battle.

However, Bloom has burned a lot of servers, and Lille himself has a lifespan of -10 years.

Just as the little octopus began to prepare for long-distance communication in cyberspace, a question suddenly occurred to Lille.

[Attn: T'Challa]

[Lille: How do you know that the Berry Army has landed in Somalia?] 】

This news is a military secret, and it is normal that it cannot be transmitted.

The Berry Army has been a veteran of high-tech warfare for more than ten years, and blocking information is their forte.

With the Iron Soldiers, the Berry Army doesn't even need humans to participate in the war, and the probability of news getting out is even lower.

[T'Challa: Lille?] Are you alright? Moss: How are they? 】

[Lille: We're fine, let's get to the point.] 】

[T'Challa: I received a communication from Somalia, and there was a young man who didn't know how to find our communication band by radio]

[Lille: Somali students abroad? 】

[T'Challa: I don't know, he said he was lucky even if he was just playing with it.] 】

[Lille: Can you still contact him now?] 】

[T'Challa: I don't know, he just said that, and the communication was cut off.] 】

[Lille: Tell me the details, I'll track it down.] 】

Lille had a bold guess in his mind: the Somali lad might not have found the African Union military band on his own.

But everything depends on the situation -

Now that communications have been restored, the first thing to address is the security of the Atlas tactical squad.

Normal bullets are difficult to effectively kill the Iron Soldier, so he and Tumus redesigned a weapon -

Even a method was devised to assemble it in harsh situations.

Bang!

In the mine, there was a crisp sound of gold and iron clashing.

Just when Tony was still wondering, a thrilling attack and defense had been completed on the Internet.

Immediately followed by the next second.

Yikes!

At the same time, sparks burst out of the Iron Soldier door, and the communication jamming device was blown off!

Tony's brain is bouncing under the impact of multiple strange phenomena.

However.

He soon saw that there was an additional lock box in the frame.

The lockbox is on the opposite hillside, and a robot rises in place like a rocket!

The steel shimmered wonderfully in the sun, and the completely anthropomorphic gesture was a perfect display of anthropomorphic structure in Tony's eyes-

The Iron Soldier is a large-scale design with rocket launchers, machine guns, all-terrain legs and tracks, as well as a super fuel tank and associated engines.

Once mass production is considered, there are a lot of compromises to be made, so the Iron Soldier will definitely be like this.

If he were asked to be a combat robot at any cost, he would have a feeling:

He's going to do it.

If yes. Warframe or something else would be better.

But before he could think about it, when the picture was pulled to the battlefield, his face changed again:

The Iron Soldier activates all weapons!

[Jarvis: Sir, there's some strange noise on the battlefield, like someone forging something. 】

"Is now the time to care about this! Our robot is out of control! ”

Rumble!

An entire house was blown up!

"We have to retreat! This firepower is too strong! ”

"Hold on!" Frank ducked behind cover and yelled at his comrades on the other side, then looked behind him.

Behind him, Medic Cotter is injecting another soldier with a twisted left leg.

"Hold on! I'll give you a hemostatic injection now, and you'll be fine! ”

"Where's my leg! I can't feel my legs anymore! ”

"The company will reimburse you! Technology! Forget that old leg."

Rumble!

In the next second, several rockets bombarded his teammates who were still shouting to Frank just now.

Flames and smoke instantly overwhelmed him.

Frank's eyes were red: "Sandro!" ”

Rumble!

The blast wave of another explosion knocks Frank into the air, this time very close to him.

When he looked up, the world was spinning, and all that was left was tinnitus in his ears.

He saw Carter burst out of flames with a shattered sand in his face armor, but the next second he was swept away by some kind of shockwave and smashed into the burning ruins.

Kurt picked up the wounded man and yelled at him, but he couldn't feel his legs.

Bullets were raining down, and the air was shaking.

He couldn't hear a sound, and the flickering HUD alerted him to something massive approaching behind him, making the Great Earthquake tremble with every step.

He turned around and saw a steel soldier walking towards him—

I'm about to come at him.

A red-eyed black man suddenly sprang out of the ruins, holding a blood-stained data knife in his hand, and stabbed fiercely at the crack of the steel soldier!

But he's not a trained person, and he can't really poke inside a machine.

The black man's eyes were mixed with fear and anger, and he shouted in rage, but the knife in his hand just couldn't pierce it!

This action seemed to be more threatening in the eyes of the Iron Soldier, and the machine gun instantly turned to the black man-

Almost shoved the barrel into his mouth!

Bang!

The blue trail pierced through the Iron Soldier's body, directly through its fuel tank—

Frank's eyes are quick, and he shoots spider silk and pulls this old black over!

Rumble!

A small mushroom cloud rises from the ground!

The flames and shockwaves carried Frank tumbling, and when he stopped rolling, half of his body's protective plates were burned red and fell off automatically.

And that old black was miserable, with extensive skin burns.

The steel soldiers at the core of the explosion were completely reduced to pitch-black scrap metal, leaving only a little leg to make out the shape, and the rest of the parts were either dissolved and blown away, or completely deformed.

Whew-

The engine whistled in the sky, and a humanoid robot landed on the ground, and the rest of the Iron Soldiers stopped firing as if they were going to give up the stage to it.

The robot has a very similar body to a human, covered in black alloy, and is also embellished with a very flamboyant red paint-

As soon as it landed, it reached out and ripped off one of the Iron Soldier's repulsion cannons, aiming it at the mine.

Bang!

A blue ballistic appeared in the air.

Ultron's arm was knocked off.

While!

A loud sound like a blacksmith striking iron rang out from the mine, crisp and heavy.

If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of the mechanical structure snapping.

And Ultron, looking at his broken arm, a voice with implied anger and incomprehension sounded:

"I'm here to help you, but why are you so savage?"

However, in the next second, it was in no mood to pretend:

The long, thick barrel protruded from the cavern, filled with energy, and pointed straight at it.

[Lille: Who did you learn from this problem of pretending?] 】

(End of chapter)

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