Chapter 81: Who Is The Real Demon God?
Just slightly activating wisdom.
Ian discovered the reason why the Assembled Homelander had crashed at the back of his neck—indeed, it was “out of power,” with a dim miniature reactor embedded in the hollowed-out back of Homelander’s neck.
It might be that the energy was completely depleted.
It might also be that the energy supply was remotely cut off.
“Black tech!”
Ian deftly removed the thumb-sized reactor and stuffed it into his pocket. Just from the faint “Stark Industries” markings on the reactor’s surface, he knew it was something good.
“What a perfect body! Please! Let me feel this body! I’ll do anything you want!” The demon head was still obsessed with the Assembled Homelander’s body.
Its aesthetics were clearly a bit off.
It could only be described as extremely hellish.
“You can do anything? Including betraying Sangong Mo?” Ian sensed the demon head’s impatience, so he curiously probed with a question.
“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”
The demon head’s reaction was extremely intense. “My father is loyal to Sangong Mo, my grandfather is loyal to Sangong Mo, and my great-grandfather was one of Sangong Mo’s most capable demons!”
“With a family like that, of course I will be forever loyal to the great Sangong Mo. Even death cannot shake my loyalty!” Its will and attitude were extremely firm.
“Then you’re really great.”
Ian curled his lip and gave a praise devoid of any emotion. His gaze turned to the motionless Assembled Homelander, then he lifted his foot and kicked him to the ground.
“In the end, the Son of Superman defeated the Pirated Superman, defending Father God’s glory. It’s moving and tear-jerking. I think this battle achievement is worth me creating a separate Homelander alt account later.”
Ian’s behavior might be a bit like taking advantage of a “monster” in peril, but how you win is still winning, right? In America, winning is all that matters. America’s sun, shining brighter than MacArthur, is the true eternal blazing sun, the supreme emperor of myriad taxes. Before Ian transmigrated, it had already taught him what the America life guide is.
“Don’t! Don’t spit on this body!”
The demon head glanced up with its eyeballs, seeing Ian’s mouth mumbling. Thinking Ian was “preparing” an attack, it, with its massive psychological trauma, hurriedly spoke up to stop him.
“Although I won’t betray Sangong Mo, I can betray the other demons of hell. I can help you summon kin or even a demon god. This body can support me in casting that kind of magic.”
The demon brought out its bottom line, begging abjectly.
It had to be said.
Ian was slightly tempted.
“As expected of a demon skilled at growing. You actually hit right on my heart. Impressive this time.” Ian weighed it and ultimately walked toward the fallen Assembled Homelander.
“Hiss~”
He tried hard to tear off Homelander’s head, but who knows what stitching materials those Marvel fakes used—strength twenty times that of a normal person still couldn’t damage its assembled structure.
The youth felt a bit awkward.
But fortunately, he had a trump card.
“Close your eyes first. I’m going to spit. Put it down, and I’ll spit just a little, enough to coat it locally.” Ian directly smeared two clumps of mud over the demon’s eyes.
He first tried other methods.
Facts proved that the most powerful built-in human weapon on him wasn’t much use either.
……
Meanwhile.
After completing the rebirth.
Gwen led the team again and arrived at Fountain Square.
Looking at the scene on the square.
Gwen, who had thought of at least twenty possibilities, was still stunned. The soldiers were even more restless, but good discipline kept them from exclaiming like Gwen.
“What are you doing again!?”
Gwen’s voice rose to at least F3 pitch.
Her hands were trembling.
“Huh?”
Ian, who was searching on the square, didn’t turn his head. While seriously selecting materials, he responded, “I’m assembling a Gundam—no, an apocalyptic Evangelion.”
He grabbed a sturdy arm from the ground.
“Yes! That’s right! I am Evangelion! This is truly perfect art!” The demon’s voice was excited. The head could finally twist 360 degrees like a normal demon.
“I feel great.”
It moved its three heads, six arms, and eight legs, issuing heartfelt loud praise to Ian. Gwen and the soldiers watched with twitching eyelids.
“How could you possibly destroy Homelander’s body of steel?” Gwen came back to her senses and hurried forward, yanking it off before the demonic minotaur could react.
Forgive Ian’s spit for only having the corrosive effect contained in fel energy.
No super glue added inside.
“No!”
The demon head let out a miserable scream and was thrown back to Ian by the utterly disgusted Gwen—Ian wanted to kick it away too, but alas, his ball skills were at the level of his previous life’s national team.
He kicked it astray.
But that didn’t stop him from stepping on the demon head underfoot.
“We still need this body, so you can’t ruin it or take it away.” Gwen spoke seriously and directed the soldiers to start recovering the remains and limbs of Homelander and Hulk.
“Are you going to have this body snap the fingers?” Ian guessed that Gwen had been testing the strength of this assembled corpse earlier. He still remembered the information he learned the last time he came to this world.
AI Tony wanted to use the Infinity Gems to pull this world back to normal operation.
“No.”
Gwen hesitated slightly but still gave Ian the answer. After all, he had S.H.I.E.L.D. clearance. “See that real big guy in the sky?”
“If he crashes down, it would be no less than another meteor hitting Earth.” The girl’s tone carried some worry, but Ian’s focus was elsewhere.
“He? Not Him? Has the invincible Star Eater lost so much face already?” Ian was very shocked. In his view, no matter what, Galactus was one of the five deities in the Marvel Universe.
Little Gwen.
Daring to scorn a deity?
“That’s not important!”
Gwen rolled her eyes upon hearing this. “Anyway, we need the power remaining in the superheroes’ bodies to hold him up. At least until the last Infinity Gem is transported back to Earth, he can’t fall.”
“Due to Galactus’s own status, even with just the remains, our time-slowing device can’t hold for long.” Gwen sighed worriedly.
Hearing her words.
Ian immediately had a realization.
“So it’s you guys… No wonder he hasn’t fallen after being down so long, letting me touch him…” He was quite emotional. It really wasn’t that Galactus, even in death, refused to share power with him.
“…”
Gwen was dumbfounded after hearing Ian’s words.
A long while later.
“Tony wants to see you. I beg you, act a bit normal.” Gwen saw the soldiers loading the experiment parts onto tricycles and gestured for Ian to climb into one.
“I’m very normal. You’re just not smart enough and lack understanding.” Ian picked up the demon head from the ground, hung it at his waist, and hopped on the vehicle.
“So, can your parents understand you? In that era when everything was still good.” Gwen pedaled hard in front, and for some reason suddenly asked this out of the blue.
“You mean my alcoholic mother and my underwear-wearing-outside father? Of course. They think I’m normal too.” Ian answered while looking around at the soldiers also using human-powered tricycles.
“…”
Gwen fell silent.
She seemed to feel like everything suddenly made sense.
Soon.
The group returned to the sewer entrance, passed through the underground passage, and arrived at the base door. This time, Gwen used her own identity information to scan open the base’s door.
Her actions were quick.
Leaving Ian no chance to say “let me do it.”
Entering the familiar hall again, Ian was still shocked by Digital Tony’s massive host. He couldn’t even calculate how much these parts would fetch as scrap if taken back to the DC Universe.
“Want something to drink?”
Digital Tony’s face appeared.
And at that moment.
The demon head, sensing everything around in secret, let out a voiceless exclamation.
“This place!! This place!! What the hell is this place!?” This minotaur sensed an aura it shouldn’t from Digital Tony’s host.
“Not even a universe should have so many souls!”
Its tone was filled with fear of the unknown and disbelief. For a moment, it couldn’t tell whether Tony or Ian was the dimensional demon god dominating this place.
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