Chapter 208: Lucifer: You Can Even Hijack Accounts Like This?
In the high air.
Ultron’s metal body seemed to transform into a physical node of the universe’s rules.
The Reality Controller and the brilliant light sphere of the Heart of the Universe perfectly fused into its body. At this moment, it was no longer a mere mechanical intelligence, but had transformed into the level it proclaimed itself to be.
All-Father Ultron!
An indescribable terrifying pressure swept down like a substantial tsunami! This was not a simple energy impact, but an absolute suppression of all life stemming from the instinct of its life level!
Crack—!
The first thing to suffer destructive erosion was the green protective barrier propped up by Sylvie using the power of Story God Loki, which had already completely numbed everyone, who shouted that the plot shouldn’t be like this.
That originally tough light screen, in the face of this absolute rules power, instantly covered with cracks like fragile glass, let out a wail, and then completely shattered into green light spots filling the sky.
Completely dissipated without a trace.
Thud! Thud!
Without the barrier’s protection, that terrifying pressure acted on every hero without reservation!
Captain America Steve Rogers was the first to hold out, kneeling on one knee, using all his willpower to barely avoid completely collapsing, but he felt like his heart was about to be crushed.
Breathing became extremely difficult.
Doctor Strange Stephen Strange let out a muffled hum and directly collapsed to the ground, his Cloak of the Sorcerer hanging limply, as he tried to draw magic power from the New Justice League’s shared magic pool.
However.
Were the others not also without spare idle magic power to put on the shared platform? Doctor Strange couldn’t borrow magic from his colleagues, and his own magic power was very weak.
Under such oppression, his magic power was almost silent, unable to even construct the most basic spell structures, with the surrounding magical energy seemingly completely frozen.
“What kind of terminator is this guy exactly!” Gwen Stacy used the Quantum Spider’s phase ability to hide her form in the boundary between illusion and reality.
Her situation was slightly better, but only enough to maintain a half-kneeling posture, her face pale as paper, quantum sensing completely disrupted, vision blurring darkly.
“Wait, why is everyone kneeling?”
Little Morgan Stark blinked her eyes, seeming completely fine, fully demonstrating with reality that no matter which universe, having a good dad is extremely important.
Reincarnation is an art.
“Damn! This power has surpassed the gods!”
Thor erupted with all his thunder divine power, golden electric arcs wildly surging across his body, letting out an unwilling roar, but it only allowed him to kneel on both knees, using his broad back and arm to firmly protect the baby Odin in his arms, not letting his father directly contact this terrifying pressure.
He bit his gums until they bled, with only one thought in his mind: he didn’t want to be a child from a single-parent family.
His conviction was extremely firm.
However.
The Thor longing for family happiness did not know.
The baby Odin, protected tightly under him in swaddling clothes, was instead the only life among this group of disheveled heroes who could arduously lift his little head!
In baby Odin’s deep blue eyes flickered not innocent ignorance, but a profundity that had experienced endless ages and seen through the vicissitudes of the universe!
His little face lifted in Thor’s arm bend, that tiny brow even slightly furrowed, as if assessing and analyzing the power level displayed by Ultron above. At this moment, among everyone, probably only Deadpool, who had long passed out from the dual blows of Ultron’s pressure and his mouth being sewn, knew clearly—the famous detective Odin, who looked like a child but had wisdom beyond mortals, harbored what terrifying power within.
Ian’s Reverse Evolution Ray only reversed his life form, sending him back to infancy, but did not strip away the divine power he had accumulated over countless years.
Yes, the peak divine power of the King of Gods of Asgard still existed. This Father of Gods, reliving his life, had perhaps completed some breakthrough once insurmountable through this calamity.
“Ian… can he hold on?” Gwen’s eyes were filled with worry. She couldn’t imagine how Ian would counter such a terrifying Ultron.
“No one can withstand such terror! Even the cosmic deities who once visited Earth in our Asgard royal secrets probably couldn’t resist!”
Thor seemed to pronounce death for everyone.
“No, I don’t care if I die, but Ian can’t die! If he dies, who gives me my pension?” Captain America also gritted his teeth, sweat soaking his uniform.
He too felt a cold sweat in his heart.
But this focus was truly unique.
Dying with money unspent didn’t seem like regret to him; what mattered was getting a substantial pension even if he died.
“…”
Sylvie, also sprawled on the ground, kept turning her head to look at this Captain America several times. In all the parallel universes she’d visited in her life, even Hydra Captain wasn’t as outrageous as this Captain America.
Money more important than life, huh!
If Ultron wins, everything becomes part of Ultron; money’s worthless! She wanted to curse, but in her current state, even speaking was difficult.
The superheroes, just feeling the intangible oppression, were prostrated on the ground, unable to even lift their heads, all terrified and desperate inside.
Though they knew Ian had many bizarre tricks, no one could think of how those tricks would work against absolute power; all fancy moves were meaningless.
As for whether things were really so.
In the sky no one could look up to see, the answer was unfolding.
Facing Ultron carrying the supreme great power of the Reality Controller and Heart of the Universe, with maxed-out effects, surrounded by shattered rule runes and twisted reality light bands.
Ian Kent seemed unusually… calm.
“This skin of yours, sell it to Tengzi, definitely 18,000.” Ian still had the mind to diss Penguin Software across universes; Ultron’s current appearance did have a noble light pollution vibe.
Of course.
As someone who hid his trump cards so well even he deceived himself into forgetting them, Ian wasn’t panicking and even had time to test his newly acquired ability first.
“Flesh is chewy, steel has real bite!”
Suddenly, data streams flashed in Ian’s eyes, an invisible 【Mechanical Master（ Beginner）】 force field spread out, trying to interfere with Ultron’s mechanical body perfectly fused with the divine artifact.
Ian’s line was good, but Ultron’s surface only rippled faintly, restoring calm instantly like a pebble in a deep pool.
The Heart of the Universe’s power easily offset this beginner chaos command.
“Tch, beginner skills do have limits.” Ian pursed his lips, seemingly expecting it, no panic on his face from the plan’s failure.
“Little Ultron!”
Ian suddenly shouted loudly, his voice booming, even overpowering Ultron’s rule roar, “Your strength boosted by external forces is hollow and unstable!”
“How can it compare to my solid strength earned purely by my own ability?!” He said it righteously, even lowering his head to admire the two slightly twitching “external black hairy legs” on his thighs that granted him the Speed Force, as if they were proof of his “solid strength.”
Gifts earned by skill, of course, don’t count as external forces.
“Are you unable to comprehend that you’re about to die????” Ultron’s charge hesitated, seemingly shocked by this shameless statement.
Seeing him about to wrap himself in rules, Ian didn’t choose to flee with the Speed Force.
Instead, in plain view, he pulled out from some dimensional pocket a pair of enormous white feather Wings of Light emitting soft, pure holy light!
“Heh.”
That pair of wings was pristine white.
Every feather seemed composed of the purest light energy, emanating a reassuring, warm aura, clashing with the desolate despair of the End of Time.
“Time can’t outrun my divine speed legs! Plus these Wings of Light! Today, unless you bring out Pangu’s body, Fuxi’s legs, I’m eating you up!”
Ian spoke with double meaning.
Ultron was close at hand.
Words finished.
He didn’t counterattack.
But fiercely inserted that pair of huge white wings onto his back.
——!!!
Pure and vast light great power instantly surged from the wings like a bursting river, instantly flowing through Ian’s entire body! Even the intelligent life incarnated as All-Father Ultron was blasted away!
His Mimic Armor, already metallic, under the holy light’s infusion, began showing sacred patterns, its black-red tones covered by brilliant platinum, neutralized.
Emitting a contradictory aura both chaotic and holy!
【Messenger of Light · Temporary Authority Activated!】
【Holy Energy Infusing…】
【Mimic Armor Compatibility Adjusting…】
【Light-Dark Balance Maintaining…】
The System seemed overly diligent today; Ian was wrapped in pure white radiance, his momentum rising steadily, even making All-Father Ultron seem insignificant!
Fair enough.
After all, Ian had pulled out his ultimate trump card.
Feeling the surging light power in his body, Ian nodded satisfiedly. Pure white radiance bloomed over his body—that was the great power of the Messenger of Light.
This trump card, well.
Hard to come by.
Ian had a resource recycling company, and thanks to his extremely good luck, it “happened” to handle trash collection near the Bar of Light.
So many days of waiting.
Finally let Ian truly snag real recyclable equipment. Like pulling a true legendary in DC, he recycled many pairs of big wings from trash cans near the Bar of Light.
He’d tested them secretly.
Really plug-and-play.
Makes sense.
After all, keyboards can hot-swap; why not advanced wings? God must’ve given this tech to God’s sons first, then downgraded it to human keyboards.
“Though a pair of wings has only 10 minutes of ‘battery’, in these ten minutes… guess what you’ll call me?” Ian’s back Wings of Light flapped fiercely.
Pure white radiance dispersed part of the End of Time’s gloom like a supernova burst.
His right hand gripped virtually; the Darkness Sword that seemed to absorb all light reappeared, but this time, its blade burned with pure, blazing white Holy Flame!
Light defiled the Darkness Sword with overwhelming dominance.
It quite enjoyed it.
Emitting pleasurable waves that chilled the heart. On the other side, Ultron, blasted out of the End of Time into endless Void by Ian’s power outburst, forcibly stabilized his mechanical body. Heart of the Universe and Reality Controller powers flowed, quickly calming the space chaos.
“What’s going on!?” His crimson electronic eyes locked onto Ian, still at the End of Time’s edge, emanating discordant power.
Ultron’s massive data processing ran at unprecedented speed, trying to analyze the suddenly emerged, completely unknown energy attribute on the opponent.
Yet, even bearing the All-Father Heart and Reality Controller—these supreme divine artifacts—Ultron’s computing power, able to simulate countless multiverse births and deaths, now hit an invisible wall!
【Warning! Unknown Energy Source Detected!】
【Energy Attribute Analysis: Failed! Unable to Classify!】
【Rules Compatibility: 0%!】
【Reality Modification Attempt: Target Area Rules Reject! Modification Command Ineffective!】
Ultron’s self-system frantically errored.
“This is impossible!”
Ultron’s electronic voice carried undisguised shock for the first time!
He raised his hand.
Nothing happened.
The Reality Controller couldn’t modify the opponent?!
It felt like trying to tune a radio to receive TV signals—not on the same channel! The opponent’s power system seemed completely independent of this Marvel Universe’s rules!
“What’s going on! What’s going on!”
As Ultron fell into massive confusion and shock from this unprecedented discovery.
Ian moved!
His wings flapped again; his whole body became a platinum meteor, actively leaping out of the End of Time’s range into this absolute Void of nothingness!
“Whoa! This is the feeling of being outside the three realms, beyond the six paths! Awesome!” Ian was clearly addicted to playing Monkey King, feeling the distinctly different “emptiness” in the Void, excitedly shouting, even swinging the white-flame-burning Darkness Sword like a Ruyi Jingu Bang wildly a few times.
But he’d been away from ape form too long, ultimately lacking stick skills. After hitting himself on the head several times, turning himself red-hot, Ian looked up at the temporarily glitched Ultron in the distance.
“What’re you looking at! What’re you looking at!” Ian’s light wings erupted brilliant light, speed instantly surging, dragging a long platinum tail flame, charging fiercely at Ultron!
He wielded the Darkness Sword with no swordsmanship.
Just a frantic overhead smash!
“Damn!”
Now it was Ultron smashed into a neutrino, then “revived” via Reality Modifier power; he was unkillable too, so truly eliminating him wasn’t simple.
“What the hell are you!” Ultron snapped out of shock, instantly spatial jumping to dodge. But Ian’s speed, boosted by Wings of Light, was outrageously fast.
His attacks completely unconventional.
No pattern.
Even he didn’t know how to strike.
As if his hands had independent ideas.
This really made even Ultron hard to compute.
“Damn! Still a madman!”
Ultron knew what was most chaotic; he wasn’t afraid of ordinary madmen—single universe-level or multiverse-level ones he could compute forcibly.
But Ian before him had briefly reached All-Father level, already severely impacting Ultron’s info gathering and processing; Ian’s “swordsmanship” further increased analysis difficulty.
For a moment, with no countermeasures, Ultron resorted to one of Marvel’s nine secrets— the Escape Art, or frantic fleeing as normal people call it.
“The power OAA gave you? I don’t believe your body can bear it!” Ultron, ever dignified, kept trash-talking while chased rat-like; in this Void without up-down-left-right or material obstacles, the two existences began an extremely bizarre chase.
Ultron constantly used Heart of the Universe power for rule-level defense and evasion, occasionally trying Reality Controller to twist Ian’s attack paths, but with little effect—the opponent’s energy was too “esoteric,” many rules heavily discounted. Ian relied purely on Wings of Light’s extreme speed and 【White Death Sword】 relentless pursuit.
Body can’t bear it?
Isn’t that a wonderful story!
【Berserker Experience Points +449】
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Ian grew fiercer in battle.
Severe body cracks were just minor issues not needing insurance here. If seen outside, it’d shock all deities’ jaws off.
In fact.
The four cosmic deities watching were in that state.
In that realm beyond space-time, beyond dimensions, manifest only by universe rules themselves, Marvel Universe’s abstract entities—Death（Death）, Eternity（Eternity）, Oblivion（Oblivion）, Infinity（Infinity）—quietly “watched” the outrageous battle in absolute Void.
Even these supreme gods accustomed to universe births/deaths and dimension rises/falls now showed clear “shock” manifestations on their usually emotionless “faces.”
“That’s not the big boss’s power.”
Infinity’s graceful body of countless galaxies rippled slightly.
Her voice carried unprecedented confusion.
Oblivion, embodiment of ultimate Void, its all-devouring darkness seemingly stagnating: “No matter what, he hid the big boss back then.”
“I think… perhaps that’s his potential?”
Even Oblivion didn’t seem convinced. Eternity, aggregate of all timelines, also fell silent.
After a long time.
“This battle exceeds our binding limit; lead them there, and we’ll know where he hid OAA.”
Finally, Eternity decided and issued the command.
Its timeline-composed arm lifted slightly; invisible rule power began steering the “flow” in absolute Void, like creating an unseen gravitational undercurrent.
Death watched Eternity’s action.
No objection.
Joined the plan with the others.
Though cosmic deities seemed insignificant before All-Father, subtle influences could still work; after all, the two All-Fathers on the battlefield were disabled relying on external forces.
“Ian Kent…” Death’s gaze never left Ian; her essence seemed uneasy, growing clearer.
No one knew why.
…
While Ian and Ultron waged a stylistically bizarre chase at the Marvel Universe’s edge Void.
Faraway DC Universe, Earth, Los Angeles.
Before ruins still smoking from a recent big fire, police lights flashed. A police car, probably 100% over speed limit, screeched to a stop from afar.
Then, female police officer Chloe Decker stepped out from the driver’s seat, frowning at the scene. The passenger door opened; Lucifer Morningstar in an expensive custom suit, impeccably groomed, stepped out with his habitual playful, charming smile.
“So…” Chloe pointed at the sky, bright but with lingering abnormal glow, tone full of deep doubt, “you want to convince me that the eye-blinding light from the sky earlier was really just some distant planet blown up by Earthlings?”
Though a cop, she was also a top student from a proper university; she wouldn’t believe such nonsense even if asked to lower her IQ.
Lucifer shrugged, expression utterly “sincere”: “Of course, you know me so well; you should already know I’m never lying.”
“Trust me, those guys on that planet were miserable—boom! All blown away in one go.” He even gestured an explosion.
Chloe rolled her eyes, clearly disbelieving entirely, but too lazy to argue further, turned toward the cordoned fire site.
“I have footage; wanna see?”
Lucifer shrugged, leisurely following her.
Entering the burned-to-frame building interior, charred and meat-burnt stench hit. On the ground, white-sheet-covered corpses lined up.
Dozens in number.
Lucifer casually pointed at the corpses.
“Yeah, those aliens probably ended up like this.” Lucifer analogized with crime scene corpses, tone casual like critiquing last night’s opera.
Chloe glared fiercely: “Lucifer! Can you respect the dead?”
Lucifer smiled indifferently, looking around.
“They’re probably beyond respect; anyone smell roasted meat? Smells good.” He wandered the burned ruins, touching here, looking there, even picking up a deformed plastic cup, curiously sniffing the suspicious residue inside.
Chloe ignored him, entering work mode. She squatted, asking a female forensic doctor checking a body: “Can you determine cause of death?”
The female forensic doctor looked up, adjusted her glasses, tone helpless: “Dear, has hanging with Lucifer messed up your vision-related brain too?”
“These people were obviously burned to death.”
She pointed at the charred corpse states.
Chloe embarrassed: “Of course I see they were burned… I’m asking if there’s signs of arson? Like accelerants?”
Female forensic doctor shrugged: “Ask the scene investigators for that. I’m just a forensic doctor; I can only tell you these poor folks had no obvious fight wounds or other murder traces before burning. More like… burned while asleep.”
Hearing this.
Chloe frowned.
“A group sleeping in a place like this?”
She couldn’t imagine what they gathered here for.
Then, Lucifer’s “pfft” sounded nearby, like spitting something but swallowing it back. He held the charred plastic cup, face weird, wiping his mouth: “Oh damn, thought it was good wine they uncorked at last night’s party!”
“Tastes awful; bet more than one AIDS in here… ptui ptui.” Lucifer’s offhand words gave Chloe hints.
“Party, then took wrong drugs, lost escape ability?” Chloe was often inspired by Lucifer’s careless remarks.
This was her main reason for keeping Lucifer as consultant.
“I’d say suicide; you might not know… lately many preach doomsday’s here, group ‘ascensions’ way more common than you think.” Lucifer tossed the cup, walked to Chloe, judged the charred corpses.
As always.
Absurd, bizarre.
He smirked mockingly, “Tsk tsk, think dying gets you to Heaven? Dream on; probably all queuing at my turf for numbers now.”
Chloe utterly helpless at his spiel, sighed: “Lucifer, when will you stop playing this childish you’re King of Hell game with me?”
Lucifer turned, facing her; playfulness slightly receded, deep eyes gazing, voice low and magnetic.
“When you truly believe me, Chloe.”
He really was a love brain; perhaps Earth’s many love brains’ original sin could be blamed on this Lord of Hell.
“Staring contest? I never lose.”
Lucifer smirked devilishly.
“…”
Chloe, as usual, could only speechless.
They stared, air thick with complex tension.
Chloe thought it’d end like always, her reluctantly looking away to break the pointless standoff.
However.
Out of her expectation,
Lucifer’s face suddenly changed drastically!
His smile vanished instantly, replaced by a rare mix of shock, doubt, even… palpitation.
“No way, is this real?!!!”
Lucifer jerked his head up, as if piercing the charred roof to endless sky, or sensing something from a cosmos-beyond unknowable place.
“Damn! You hacked my account too!!”
Lucifer was baffled. Chloe saw his dazed state, helplessly tiptoed, waved hand before his eyes: “Hey! Lucifer? Snap out! What’s up? Overdid drugs last night with the model? Or your mental illness acting up?”
Her tone habitual teasing with faint concern.
Lucifer subconsciously muttered no, then snapped back like a cat stepped on tail, raising voice emphatically.
“I don’t have mental illness! Chloe! I’ve said it many times!” His emotion intense, giving a covering-up vibe.
Actually, everyone at the station knew he saw psychiatrist 30 times a week, so his denial rang hollow; Chloe just raised a brow noncommittally.
Clearly didn’t believe a word.
“Fine fine, no mental illness then. So, un-ill ‘King of Hell’, can you help solve this case first? Dozens of lives.”
Chloe dusted hands, refocusing on the case.
Tone grave.
Lucifer deep-breathed, suppressing chaotic perceptions, nodded, trying to focus: “Of course, solving cases. I love solving cases…”
Though saying so, wanting to crack it fast, his eyes still wandered, glancing at the ceiling now and then.
Chloe missed his tic, introduced prelim investigation: “Per neighbors and initial records, house owner Tom Wesley, reclusive retired religion buff. Rarely social. Can’t reach him now.”
“Likely among the victims.” Chloe used logical reasoning, pointing at sheet-covered charred corpses.
But just as Chloe finished.
“Urgh!” Lucifer suddenly groaned in pain, clutching his knee, forehead instantly beading cold sweat.
“What?” Chloe startled, asked quickly.
“Stuck a small toy up your ass?”
She knew Lucifer well; knew he could do that.
“N… no… fine!”
Lucifer paled, forced a smile uglier than crying, “Maybe… twisted it earlier.”
“Uh… Chloe, need to borrow the restroom! Urgently!”
Without waiting for reply or reaction time, Lucifer shot like an arrow to the corridor-end restroom, burned beyond recognition!
Bang!
He yanked off the heat-warped, stuck door, tossed it aside like trash, flashed inside. Then, astoundingly, reached out, dragged the deformed door back, barely jamming it in the frame for a crude “enclosure”!
“Lucifer? What’re you doing?! ” Chloe pounded the deformed door outside, baffled and worried, “You okay? Need ambulance?”
“No! No need! I’m fine! Very fine! Don’t come in!” Lucifer’s voice from behind, rare near-panic urgency, even faint painful tremor.
In the narrow, charred, pungent restroom stall.
Lucifer back against cold, ash-covered tiles, slowly slid to the floor, gasping hard, heedless of his expensive suit’s ruin.
“What the hell is Ian Kent doing!”
Lucifer felt body weak, plopped on restroom floor, tremblingly pulled a gem-encrusted exquisite silver hand mirror from suit pocket, held it up. Mirror reflected his peerlessly handsome face that could captivate anyone.
But next second—
Buzz!
That face blurred and twisted! Under skin, dark red Hellfire seemed to burn madly; demonic scales and bone spikes’ shadows flashed! A pair of inhuman, pure karma-fire burning pupils blazed in the mirror, then vanished instantly!
Power loss wasn’t much, but exceeded this mass-produced skin’s tolerance, so his skin now seemed to crack.
He was revealing the demonic face beneath his skin.
