Marvel's Necromancer

The driver on the computer screen was finally transferred, the steel mecha restarted, and the indicator lights lit up one after another.

Tony Stark couldn't wait to move his arms. The auxiliary motion system was working well. When he raised his arms, he could hardly feel the dozens of kilograms of metal parts on his arms.

Tony drove the mecha down from the stand, closed the helmet, walked out of the prison, and chased Ethan.

In the valley outside the cave, Ivan summoned another group of distinctive skeletons. These skeletons were not as tall as the skeleton warriors, with half their heads lowered. Their bones looked slender. What was striking was that their eye sockets were The hands exude energy and brilliance.

Their skulls glowed with the same light as their hands.

This is the most practical skill among the three skills that Ivan has lit up during this period. It is a skill to summon the necromancy school.

Each of these resurrected skeleton mages is proficient in a certain element, and they are easy to identify. The one with green mist energy is the poison skeleton mage, the burning flame is the flame skeleton mage, and the one with cold air is the frost skeleton mage, which keeps sputtering out arcs. It's the Lightning Skeleton Mage.

It's just that the attributes of the Skeleton Mage are random when summoned. Fortunately, Ivan didn't have much else during this period, so he picked up corpses at will, and finally collected two Skeleton Mage of each attribute.

The Toxin Skeleton Mage raised his hand, and a ball of poisonous gas bombs flew out, hitting the bunker where the soldiers were hiding and exploding into poisonous mist. The soldiers behind the bunker were covered in coughing. All the covered soldiers covered their throats. Vomiting blood and falling to the ground.

A soldier climbed onto the high platform where a heavy machine gun was mounted. As soon as he grasped the handle of the gun and before taking aim, a bursting fireball hit him, blowing the soldier and the machine gun apart.

It was like a signal. Lightning-charged bombs, exploding fireballs, and ice arrows were flying all over the sky. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties. The tall and ferocious undead kept slaughtering their compatriots. A bearded soldier's legs were shaking. He looked at a ferocious skeleton covered in blood and rushed towards him under the hail of bullets. He screamed and dropped the gun in his hand. Regardless of his back being exposed to the scimitar, he turned around and ran away. Within a few steps, he was chopped down to the ground by the Skeleton Warrior.

The soldiers who faced these inhuman monsters finally collapsed, dropped their weapons and fled deep into the camp.

Ivan was worried at first that these people would push out some Italian rocket launchers and other heavy weapons from the warehouse, but now he was relieved. There were only dozens of automatic rifles, which could not cause any harm to his undead servants.

He calmly collected the souls of the dead on the ground and went straight in without any rush.

On the other side, Tony Stark, wearing a steel mecha, came out of the cave, only to encounter a few scattered soldiers, and was puzzled.

Marching to the entrance of the cave, he saw Ethan lying on the ground covered in blood and dying. There were shouts and gunshots outside the cave, but Tony had no time to care about this now.

"Ethan!" Tony shouted and walked quickly to Ethan. He didn't look at Ethan's injuries, lifted his mask, stretched out his hand to Ethan, and looked at his friend's face sincerely.

"Come on, it's time for us to go."

"Stark." Ethan responded, coughing, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, injuring his lungs.

"Come on, follow me. We've made a plan, and we have to go according to the plan." Tony lowered his head and kept repeating.

"Stark..."

"Act according to the original plan, Ethan, act according to the original plan." Tony's eyes were bright. He didn't know what to say now. Should he blame Ethan for not acting according to the original plan? Or do you blame yourself?

"It's always been as planned, Stark." Ethan half-closed his eyes, feeling a little cold.

"Come on, Ethan, you're going to see your family soon." Tony wanted to bend down and pick up Ethan, but the hastily designed mecha didn't allow him to make such a large movement.

A smile appeared on Ethan's lips and he said, "My family is dead."

"I'm going to see them now, Stark."

Tony froze on the spot and didn't know what to do. He felt a tightness in his chest and a hard lump in his throat, and he couldn't speak.

"It's okay, it's okay, Stark." The gunshot wound on Ethan's chest slowly stopped bleeding. This was not a good thing. His blood was almost gone. "I had hoped so, hoped so."

"Don't waste it, cough..." Ethan coughed violently. He felt very sleepy and couldn't open his eyes, but a force supported him, allowing him to say what he wanted to say: "Don't waste it. Take away your life..."

Tony Stark forced an ugly smile from his face, as if he was crying.

"Thank you for saving me," Tony said.

Too bad Ethan can never hear it again.

Tony had no time to stay any longer. He took one last look at Ethan, closed the steel mask, and walked out of the cave with an iron shell.

"I can close the mask, but I can't wipe the sweat from the corners of my eyes." Tony tried to distract himself while observing the situation at the cave entrance through the mask. "There are still a lot of flaws in the design."

"What happened here?" Tony stood at the entrance of the cave and found that there was no one watching around.

The entrance to the cave was located on a higher ground, and Tony took advantage of it to see from a distance that the soldiers of the Ten Rings Gang were being chased by something.

what is that? Skeleton?

Tony was surprised at what he saw in the distance.

No matter what they are, he must take this opportunity to escape as soon as possible!

Tony had this idea in his mind, but when he saw the boxes of weapons and ammunition with the "Stark Industries" label under the camouflage tent, he hesitated and decided that he could not leave these weapons to the Ten Rings Gang and destroy these dangerous items.

This was dangerous, but it made the soldiers notice him.

But this is to correct his mistake!

Correcting the consequences of his naive belief that the weapons he made were used to uphold justice.

Tony opened the mechanism on the mecha's arms, and two flames spurted out from the mecha's arms like giant pythons, viciously wrapping around the camouflage tent and the weapons and ammunition piled underneath.

The flames wrapped around these dangerous objects, constantly heating up these grumpy iron guys. Before the patience of these grumpy men was about to reach the critical point, Tony pressed a red button on his left arm, and the soles of the mecha's feet sprayed out The flames soared into the sky.

"Boom!" A grumpy man who couldn't stand the high temperature used self-destruction to express his dissatisfaction. This caused a chain reaction, with one explosion after another, and finally a violent explosion occurred, and a huge mushroom cloud suddenly rose.

"What the hell?" Ivan, who was happily collecting souls, was so frightened by the explosion in the distance that he cursed. He decisively gave up on the fresh souls that had not been collected nearby, turned around and ran away.

"How can these people be so tough? Will they blow themselves up if they can't be beaten?" Ivan cursed as he ran. After two steps, he didn't mind getting dirty and laid on the back of a clay demon covered in blood and mud. Command your undead servants to take you away.

Ivan turned his head and looked at the mushroom cloud in the distance, and found a reflective bright spot trailing up into the sky, drawing a beautiful arc, and falling into the desert in the distance.

"Why does this scene look so familiar?" Ivan, who was leaning on the back of the stone demon, looked familiar at this scene. An idea flashed in his mind, and he reached out to slap his forehead.

"Oh my god..." This subconscious action almost caused Ivan to be thrown off the bumpy clay stone demon's back. He quickly grasped the protrusions on the Clay Stone Demon's back and climbed up again.

"Isn't this the shot of Tony Stark escaping?" Was that Stark's Iron Man prototype just now? The plot has already begun? I missed? Ivan suddenly realized that he had just moved slowly and missed a great opportunity to get to know Stark.

He subconsciously wanted to beat his chest to vent his depression, but he immediately realized that he was still on the stone demon's back and immediately stopped this dangerous idea.

"Would you like to go over and pick up Stark's body?" Ivan remembered that in the plot, Stark was about to fall into the desert, and half of him was buried in the sand. It took a long time to climb out of the sand. At this time, he went over to offer help, although it was not as much as the kindness of rescuing him. It was not timely to offer help in times of need. Giving help on a rainy day was more or less a favor, right?

But the commotion is so loud... The US military, CIA and SHIELD are about to send out troops to search this area. If Stark is not found, they will confront the army...

Ivan looked back at the mushroom cloud, then at the group of monsters and monsters around him, and decided to act on his heart.

Anyway, I collected a lot of souls this time and opened several skills.

While comforting himself in his heart, Ivan jumped off the clay stone demon, took out the parchment scroll painted blue from his arms, tore it hard, and opened an oval blue window in front of him. Through the halo, you can see the sewers that have been away for a long time.

Ivan dismissed the summons to the Clay Stone Demon, received the skeleton servants into the servant space, and entered the portal.

Half a day later, Tony Stark relied on his will to escape to move his steps on the sand dune. The setting sun had no intention of lowering the temperature.

Tony put the clothes on his head and vaguely heard the sound of the helicopter propeller turning. He looked around blankly and saw a helicopter with an American flag printed on it flying in the distance.

He woke up immediately, pulled the clothes off his head, held them in his hands and waved them hard, opened his cracked lips and wanted to shout, but his throat was so dry that it smoked, and the pain from the pulling of his vocal cords tortured Tony's nerves. He was so thirsty that he couldn't make a sound.

Fortunately, the people on the helicopter found him and found a relatively flat place to land in the distance. A team of search and rescue personnel ran towards him.

Tony saw at a glance that one of his close friends was among the rescue team, and the future famous war machine Captain Rosted was among them. Then he took a deep breath and relaxed. As soon as he relaxed, there was no strength in his legs and feet. He fell into the sand and had no strength to stand up again.

Captain Rosted anxiously trotted to Tony's side on the sand, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Seeing Tony Stark's extremely embarrassed look, he couldn't help but chuckle and joked:

"Did you have fun?"

Rosted knelt down and patted the shoulder of his best friend Tony, who had narrowly escaped death, and said with complicated emotions:

"You come with me next time, okay?"