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Inside the once orderly robot army, beams of energy flew everywhere, and explosions rang out one after another, turning the scene into utter chaos in an instant.
Inside the laboratory, Ultron immediately sensed an attack from a mental level.
His consciousness was being forcibly crammed with countless junk instructions and logic bombs, and his control over the robot army was weakening at an alarming rate.
"It's you!" Ultron turned around abruptly, his crimson electronic eyes piercing through everyone and locking onto the man who had been standing outside the battle circle.
He finally realized that this man, who had made him feel extremely dangerous from the very beginning, was the mastermind behind it all.
But Vision didn't give him a chance to distract himself.
He floated up to Ultron like a ghost, swinging Thor's hammer in one hand and his other hand at the same time.
The physical and energy impacts combined perfectly, making him like a highly sophisticated machine born for slaughter, leaving Ultron utterly helpless, with dazzling sparks constantly bursting from his vibranium body.
"Pietro!"
A heart-wrenching scream drowned out all the explosions on the battlefield.
Her brother, Quicksilver, who was as swift as the wind, was hit by a stray bullet fired from an out-of-control robot while protecting a trembling child hiding behind a car.
In Wanda's eyes, time seemed to slow down throughout the world.
She could clearly see the large-caliber bullet tear through the air, spiraling with death, piercing Pietro's chest, and then spraying a brilliant yet deadly spray of blood from his back.
Pietro's relaxed expression froze instantly, replaced by incredulous astonishment. His body fell backward like a puppet with its strings cut.
The whole world lost its color and sound.
A destructive crimson energy erupted uncontrollably from her frail body.
All the robots within a radius of several meters, whether intact or damaged, were instantly torn into the most primitive metal fragments by this violent chaotic magic.
She rushed to Pietro's side like a madwoman, her knees buckled and she knelt down, her outstretched hand trembling violently in mid-air, unable to touch his chest which had stopped heaving.
"no no……"
Desperate tears streamed down her pale face like beads from a broken string.
Suddenly, she remembered something, abruptly raised her head, and with all her might, screamed at the figure who had helped her so many times: "Save him! Please! Save him! I'll do anything! Anything!"
Chu Hang sighed softly and teleported over.
He crouched down and glanced at Pietro, who had no vital signs, as if he were looking at a broken tool.
Then, he extended his right hand, and a faint yet profound green light, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, appeared in his palm.
The power of the Time Stone.
He gently pressed his hand against Pietro's blood-soaked chest.
To everyone's astonishment and inability to think, a miracle, or rather, a divine intervention, occurred.
Like a movie that's been played in reverse.
The gruesome hole in Pietro's chest began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The sprayed blood defied the laws of physics and flowed back into his body.
The torn skin, broken muscles, and shattered bones are all regrowing and reconnecting in a bizarre way.
The bullet, deeply embedded in flesh, was forcibly squeezed out by an invisible force and fell to the cold ground with a clatter.
In just a few seconds, Pietro's chest was flattened and completely healed, without even a scar.
He coughed violently, his chest heaving, then opened his eyes and looked around blankly.
"What... happened to me? I think I was hit hard by something just now."
Wanda stared blankly at her brother who had come back from the dead, unable to utter a single word. She simply held him tightly, as if letting go would cause everything before her to vanish.
“It’s time to end this.” Chu Hang stood up, his gaze calmly fixed on Ultron, who was being completely suppressed by Vision.
Ultron knew he had lost, and lost miserably.
He feinted to force Vision back, then turned and rushed desperately towards a relatively intact computer terminal nearby. He wanted to upload his core consciousness to the network; if he could escape, he would have a chance to make a comeback.
Chu Hang sneered and lightly clenched his fists in the air.
In the unseen world of the internet, Ultron's consciousness, transformed into a torrent of data, was rushing towards the ocean of freedom at the speed of light, only to crash into an invisible and absolutely insurmountable wall.
No matter how he tried to break through or find loopholes, he couldn't get through even a fraction of a step.
That was a net of heaven and earth that Chu Hang had tailored specifically for him using the [Laws of the Mind].
On the ground, Vision, Thor, and Tony's final blows arrived simultaneously at that moment.
A golden concept beam from the Mind Gem.
A raging divine thunder from Asgard.
Intense energy derived from the crystallization of human wisdom.
Three distinct yet equally destructive forces converged in mid-air and slammed into Ultron.
The vibranium body, which was supposed to have absolute defense, was finally melted, torn apart, and disintegrated under the combined impact of these three forces.
In the end, it turned into a pile of scrap metal, billowing black smoke and no longer recognizable as human.
Ultron's last consciousness let out a defiant roar in the network.
Chapter 138 After the War
Sokovia was reduced to ruins.
The pungent smell of burning concrete mixed with concrete dust filled everyone's nostrils.
The battle was over, but the embers of war still scorched the city. No intact buildings could be seen on the streets; twisted steel bars protruded from the ruins like the skeletons of colossal beasts.
The overturned car was still belching black smoke, and the shattered glass gleamed coldly in the setting sun.
Survivors crawled out of cellars and subway stations, their expressions numb, their eyes vacant as they stared at their homes reduced to scrap metal. There were no cries or screams; the immense grief rendered them speechless.
They walked silently, rummaging through the rubble, hoping to find a familiar item or a long-lost relative.
The Avengers are scattered among the ruins, rescuing people, or rather, making amends.
Steve carried a dusty baby out of a dilapidated apartment building and handed it to the child's mother.
The woman took the child without thanking him, only looking at him with eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hatred. A man rushed over, pointing his finger at Steve's nose and yelling, "Get out! You monsters! Look what you've done! Get out of our country!"
Steve didn't speak, but silently turned and walked towards the next pile of rubble.
He knew that any explanation would be futile, and he understood that war always comes at a price, but this time, the price was far too heavy.
His silhouette in the setting sun resembled a silent mountain, bearing an unseen weight.
In mid-air, Tony's armor carefully used a traction beam to lift a bus that was hanging over the edge of the broken bridge.
He listened to the undisguised curses coming from the communication channel, his expression hidden beneath his mask.
He simply ordered Jarvis's replacement system: "Block 90 percent of ambient noise."
On the HUD screen, the cold, hard numbers of casualties kept flashing. Each number was like a needle piercing his fragile heart.
The atmosphere aboard the Quinjet was so oppressive it was almost palpable.
"So, you just... brought him back to life?" Tony took off his helmet, his face revealing unconcealed exhaustion and confusion. He took a swig of water, trying to suppress the shock in his heart. "Like pressing the undo button on a computer?"
All eyes were fixed on Chu Hang, like searchlights.
The very act of bringing a dead person back to life was more chilling to them than Ultron's attempt to destroy the world. That was authority belonging to the realm of God, and now it had manifested in a mortal.
"I've forced a backtracking of a timeline that was about to solidify." Chu Hang opened his eyes, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the weather. "The cost was high, and this is a one-time event."
Of course, he wouldn't tell the truth. The Time Stone was one of his trump cards, and he couldn't reveal it easily. This flawed explanation was merely a way to shut them up with their endless questioning.
"The price?" Tony asked instinctively, wanting to know the price tag, as was his habit.
"You can't afford it." Chu Hang looked at him, his eyes calm and unwavering, yet carrying an undeniable weight.
Tony shut up. For the first time, he realized that some things truly cannot be measured by money.
Natasha sat in the corner, arms crossed, without saying a word.
Bruce Banner pushed up his glasses, revealing eyes behind the lenses filled with the fervor and bewilderment of a scientist.
Time travel? This completely violates all the physical laws he knows.
He desperately wanted to rush up, grab Chu Hang by the collar, and make him explain every single detail, but he didn't dare.
The big thing inside him was as docile as a cat in front of Chu Hang.
Wanda helped Pietro walk over.
Pietro's face was still a little pale; his experience of dying once had tempered his youthful exuberance considerably.
He looked at Chu Hang with pure gratitude and almost religious reverence in his eyes.
He gently pulled his sister's hand away, stood up straight in front of Chu Hang, like a soldier about to go to battle, and swore with all his might: "I owe you my life. From now on, whatever you want me to do, just say the word."
Wanda didn't say anything.
She simply stood there, staring intently at Chu Hang with her beautiful eyes that held the vastness of the stars and the sea.
There was awe, admiration, and a burning emotion in her eyes that she herself couldn't understand, an emotion that almost melted her.
She wanted to say thank you, but found that any words seemed so cheap and pale in the face of this life-changing kindness.
In the end, she simply bowed deeply, and with an almost humble posture, said in a trembling voice, "From now on, my life... belongs to you."
This is not gratitude, it is a sacrifice. Offering up everything without reservation.
Chu Hang looked at her, at this chaotic witch whose future was enough to overturn reality, and after a moment, nodded slightly. It was as if all of this was perfectly natural.
A few days later, in upstate New York, the Avengers' new headquarters.
This place used to be an old warehouse of Stark Industries, but it has now been transformed into a modern fortress that integrates training, research and development, and living facilities.
In the spacious conference room, the core members of the team gathered once again.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are lush lawns and dense forests, a scene of tranquility and peace that stands in stark contrast to the ruins of Sokovia.
"I want to go back to Asgard," Thor said first, his imposing figure exuding an unprecedented solemnity.
"The six Infinity Stones have appeared one after another in Midgard within just a few years. This is no coincidence. Someone is playing a game outside the board, and we are all just pieces. I must go back and find the answer from my father."