The Savior of American Comics? I'm the Subspace Evil God!

Chapters 537, 990, and 991 [Black-hearted Demon]: Do you think I'm an idiot?

"of course not."

Ultron seemed to have anticipated his question, and immediately raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, the metal fingers making a crisp sound as they collided.

Snapped--

Whoosh whoosh—

In an instant, from the darkness behind 'Ultron', a dense swarm of steel mechs, numbering over a hundred, poured out like bees.

These steel mechs are uniformly painted in a blue and white color scheme, with the Stark Industries logo still on their chests. Their design is simpler and more modular than the Mark 43 armor, and full of industrial mechanical feel.

They hovered silently in mid-air, forming a massive and imposing attack array, their scarlet 'eyes' locked onto Eddie Brock below.

"Ah, these are..."

Eddie Block instinctively took a half step back, looking up at the suddenly appearing, perfectly synchronized steel torrent, like an army. Even with his experience, he was slightly shocked by this unexpected display.

"Don't be nervous, Eddie."

'Ultron' spread his hands, his voice carrying an air of absolute control, pointed a finger at the [Iron Legion] in the sky, and said with considerable pride:
"As you can see, we don't lack 'allies' at all, and this is just the beginning... just a tiny, insignificant demonstration."

"However, before we can officially launch our 'New World Project'... oh, sorry, I didn't ask for your opinion before I came up with a name for the project myself... but launching the project will require some preparation time."

Eddie Brock shook his head dismissively, his attention still focused on the [Iron Legion] in the air. As if struck by a thought, he asked with some confusion, "Are all of these...?"

But before he could finish speaking, Ultron said bluntly, "You guessed right, they are all me!"

"My extension, my will, and my army... I possess the noblest qualities that the Avengers can never have: absolute harmony and unity."

'Ultron' opened his arms, as if embracing the future, or perhaps his dream, and continued in a passionate voice:
"In my team, there will always be only one voice... and that is my will!"

"Therefore, there will absolutely be no foolish internal strife, disagreements, or betrayals! And what about them?"

Ultron's tone was full of sarcasm, "Like Captain America and Tony Stark, almost coming to blows in the conference room because of differing ideologies?"

"Like Nick Fury, who always keeps something in reserve, whether with allies or enemies, and whose heart is always filled with suspicion and distrust?"

"So whether it's S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers, they don't really trust each other. In my eyes, they're like a disorganized mess!"

"Now, Tony Stark's ridiculous selfishness and arrogance have planted time bombs among them that could explode at any moment! These pathetic bastards who call themselves heroes... are utterly vulnerable!"

At that moment, Eddie Brock suddenly waved his hand, interrupting Ultron's impassioned speech.

He frowned and pointed directly to the most crucial issue: "While I agree with some of your points, our problem now is... no matter how many more of these tin toys you have, the core issue remains unchanged."

"Besides the two of us, who else would be willing to go against the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D.? Who would team up with us to destroy them? We have no allies at all!"

"us?"

'Ultron' keenly caught the subtle word in Eddie Brock's words that signified a shift in stance, and its synthesized electronic voice seemed to become more cheerful, its tone full of appreciation as it said:
"Oh, Eddie! Very good, excellent! It seems you've made the wisest and most correct choice!"

It took a step forward, extended its metal hand, and gently patted Eddie Brock on the shoulder, saying in an extremely firm tone:

"However, don't worry about the so-called 'allies' issue... If we want to put those self-proclaimed superheroes in a real predicament, what we need is patience and a long-term vision with a broad perspective."

"In your human terms, haste makes waste! We need to wait, we need guidance, we need a suitable opportunity."

Upon hearing this, Eddie Brock grinned, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth, his smile cold and cruel: "I don't care about any grand schemes, any patience or waiting... I just want to tear them apart right now, eat their heads, and hear them scream and wail in front of me!"

Faced with such a straightforward reply, 'Ultron' was not angry. On the contrary, his synthesized voice revealed a hint of 'appreciation' and 'understanding,' and he said with great agreement:

"Ah... I understand now, I finally understand."

It piloted its armor, tilting its head slightly as it 'sized up' Eddie Brock, as if it were truly seeing him for the first time:
"I've always been curious why S.H.I.E.L.D. conducted so many deep space exploration and recovery missions, even launching so many ships at great cost to search for the Symbiote... In the end, only you, Eddie Brock, successfully brought back the Symbiote?!"

"I think I understand now..."

'Ultron' raised his hand and gently tapped his head. 'That was definitely not luck or coincidence, but because you and the Symbiote are essentially the same kind of beings.'

"You share the same hunger, the same anger, the same desire for destruction and devouring... This is the key to your perfect 'resonance' with those symbiotes!"

Its tone became incredibly confident, its voice seemingly possessing a hypnotic power: "Don't worry, Eddie, we will definitely achieve our goal! We will definitely win this war!"

"And you... will play the most crucial role in this war. You will dismantle them from within, tear them apart, and devour them bit by bit!"

"I will provide you with all the information and cover you need, and all you need to do is follow your instincts to hunt."

Upon hearing this, Eddie Brock's lips slowly curled upwards, eventually settling into a chilling arc.

At this moment, he was finally certain that the time for revenge he had been waiting for was finally about to arrive.

At that time, whether it's Nick Fury who looked down on him, the members of the Avengers who rejected him, or Karl Mara and the Subspace Corporation who ruined his reputation and brought him to his current miserable state, they will all pay a heavy price for the 'evil deeds' they committed.

Oh, right, and that damn... no, I should say cute little spider!

Since the other party had not revealed his true identity, Eddie Brock decided to wait until after he had dealt with the others before killing her.

This was an act of kindness unique to him!

And so, a conspiracy targeting the existing order and advanced heroes quietly formed its first dark alliance in this forgotten corner.

But this was only the beginning... Eddie Brock soon left the warehouse.

Unlike his wariness and gloom when he arrived, when he left, his face was filled with an undisguised, gleeful grin.

However, Ultron did not leave, but remained in the warehouse to wait for another very important ally... or rather, the most important "sucker" in this plan.

I don’t know how much time passed.

call--

A sudden gust of cold, biting air, not from a natural wind, rushed into the warehouse.

The airflow carried the pungent smell of sulfur and the decaying odor reminiscent of a mummy, stirring up dust from the ground and forming a small, constantly swirling black whirlwind.

At the center of the whirlwind, thick, inky black mist surged and condensed violently!
A few seconds later, the black mist suddenly collapsed inward, and a tall, thin figure wearing a well-tailored but retro-styled black suit stepped out from it.

It was none other than the Blackheart Demon, whose face was as pale as a vampire's, devoid of any color!
Two cold, scarlet lights, like embers from hell, burned in his deep-set eyes, which were covered by heavy dark circles.

【Black Heart Demon】habitually adjusted his non-existent bow tie, his demeanor carrying a morbid elegance, but his brows were filled with an intense, unyielding unease and doubt.

He first looked around, his scarlet gaze sweeping across the empty and desolate warehouse, finally settling on the tall figure standing quietly in the warehouse, radiating a cold metallic luster.

It was a set of gold and red steel armor with smooth lines and a high-tech feel, standing there quietly, as if it were just a beautiful sculpture.

Upon seeing this, the Black-Hearted Demon frowned instantly, his pale face revealing undisguised extreme disgust and anger.

"A... robot?"

Blackheart Demon clearly mistook the Mark 43 armor for Ultron's true form, and immediately began to curse in dissatisfaction, his deep and hoarse voice filled with anger at being mocked.

"Those two damned bastard siblings from [Hellstorm]...aren't they just making fun of me?!"

He clenched his pale hand, so pale that the blue veins were visible, and his knuckles made a soft clicking sound from the force.

"Damon Hellstorm, that lying bastard... and his sister Satana Hellstorm, who always likes to play tricks!!"

[Blackhearted Demon] cursed hysterically like a defeated loser after his defenses crumbled, his vicious voice echoing endlessly in the empty warehouse.

"Those two bastards actually had the nerve to tell me that 'the time to overthrow Mephisto has come'...and that they wanted to 'introduce me to a key figure who can help me screw over that old codger,' and that's all they did?"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling like a clown who had been completely fooled.

He was now genuinely regretting it. He shouldn't have trusted those two bastard siblings from Hellstorm so easily, and impulsively signed that damned "Soul Contract" with them to ensure no secrets were leaked!
So much so that he's been waiting in New York like a fool all these days.

Earlier today, he received a call from Damon Hellstorm, who told him that the time had come to overthrow his father, Mephisto.

When he was told to meet later a key figure who could help him thoroughly swindle his cunning father and then help him seize that piece of "Hell," he was still excitedly fantasizing that the other party would be a powerful figure at the level of a "Dimensional Demon God."

For this 'great' meeting, he deliberately didn't bring his three dim-witted lackeys, but chose to come alone.

This shows how much he valued this meeting.

But who would have thought that, in the end, the other party turned out to be a piece of junk robot?

"Don't tell me this is the powerful ally Damon Hellstorm was talking about... a tin can?!"

The Blackheart Demon was almost laughing in anger, overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of absurdity and humiliation. "Expecting a robot to help me take Hell from Mephisto?"

"Heh, if robots could handle that old bastard, humanity would probably have been wiped out by machines eight hundred times over by now!"

"You really think I'm a fool? Is that it?" Anger overwhelmed the last bit of patience of [Black Heart Demon].

He suddenly realized that he was completely wasting his precious time.

Turning around, the hem of his black tuxedo drew a sharp arc in the air. He decided to leave this shameful place immediately and go straight to Hellstorm and his sister to settle the score.

He wanted to show those two half-demon, half-human bastards what terrible price they would pay for daring to mock the son of Mephisto!
However, just as he was about to take that step—

A calm, cold, and emotionless synthesized electronic voice suddenly rang out in the deathly silent warehouse:

"Mr. Blackhearted Demon, why the rush to leave? Don't you want to hear my plan before making a decision?!"

"plan?"

[Blackheart Demon] abruptly stopped, slowly turned around, and stared intently at the source of the voice, which was the golden-red [Mark 43 Armor] opposite him. Suspicion and even more intense mockery appeared on his pale face.

At this moment, the eyes on the other side's faceplate began to glow with a ghostly blue light, like the eyes of a giant beast awakening in the darkness.

"You?" [Blackheart Demon] sneered, its sharp voice mocking, "Don't be ridiculous, a pathetic consciousness hidden in an iron shell?"

Do you know what kind of being Mephisto is?

"Although I always want to kill that old guy, I have to admit that he is the lord of hell, the absolute ruler of deception and souls... He doesn't even need to move his little finger, just a thought or a breath, and he can blow you, this pile of scrap metal cans, into cosmic dust."

He exuded a hellish aura, carrying the smell of sulfur, and attempted to intimidate his opponent with the imposing presence of a prince of hell. He continued, both amused and exasperated:

"Is that brain-dead idiot Damon Hellstorm out of his mind? I really don't know whether to praise his rich imagination or whether his brain disease has reached its terminal stage. How can he believe the nonsense of a robot?"

"Or does he think I, [Blackheart Demon], am also an idiot, believing the nonsense spouted by a robot? Hmm?!"

(End of this chapter)