The mechanical craze in Marvel

They all grew from students into true warriors.

"Dormammu, get off Earth!"

The roar came from the heart.

Everyone was roaring, venting their anger, fear, and fighting spirit.

Nolan stared calmly at Dormammu.

war of the Damned.

He knew all along that this war, initiated by Dormammu, would not end as easily as it did in the original story.

But he still underestimated the brutality of the war.

The constant stream of statistics from the Red Queen allowed him to easily discern what was happening behind him in a short time.

This angered him, but also made him feel powerless.

Now, he possesses the Apostle Armor, Netero, Titan Armor, and countless combat robots that can be considered elite soldiers.

But he still couldn't decide the outcome of the war on his own.

And this is just a Dormammu weakened by the three great temples!

What about after that?

Just how powerful is Thanos? Can the Apostle Mechs really easily defeat that purple-skinned Titan?

And once he collects enough cosmic stones, to what extent will his strength increase?

All of this has become unknown to Nolan.

Right now, what he wants to do most is to figure out Thanos's true strength.

And... Asgard.

This is also a hidden big problem.

Once Odin dies, Hela, the goddess of death who has been imprisoned, will appear.

That was an enemy no weaker than Thanos, and perhaps even stronger.

He didn't want to get beaten up by Hela before he even met Thanos.

but now!

Nolan stared directly at Dormammu.

Do you still want to fight?

Dormammu looked at the Earthlings before him who showed no fear.

A look of retreat finally appeared on his face.

It can still fight.

But what good would it do to keep fighting?

Even if it can really wear down Nolan Locke, even if his army can miraculously defeat the enemy.

But by then, with its power greatly diminished, it will only become easy prey for other dimensions.

The dimension of reality has even less to do with it.

So when faced with the arrogant Nolan, it glared fiercely, its twisted magic seeming to devour Nolan.

"Nolan Locke, I'll remember you!"

Nolan laughed.

"Then remember this: this is Earth. I don't care about the past, but from this moment on, this is my territory!"

As long as I'm alive, you can forget about entering Earth.

Otherwise, even with the ancient covenant in place, I will surely march into the Dark Dimension and drag you down from the Dark Throne!

Dormammu did not answer.

Meanwhile, the Dark Dimension army has begun its retreat.

The covetous gazes from surrounding dimensions gradually disappeared.

This war has come to a complete end.

Stephen Strange approached Nolan with a complicated expression.

He didn't mind what Nolan said.

These dimensional lords don't care what Earth is, because they only care who the ruler of Earth is.

In the past, that ruler was named Ancient One.

But now, the lord's name has become Nolan Locke.

Even if Stephen Strange wanted to shout his name out loud.

But it's meaningless.

He is not yet capable of taking on these responsibilities.

"we won."

Stephen Strange spoke.

Nolan nodded and glanced back.

The perfectly rational mechanical army, under the Red Queen's orders, gave chase, while the mages began licking their wounds.

The dimensional rift has been stained red with blood.

But he hasn't moved yet.

Because there was one last thing he hadn't done.

Nolan stood proudly in the void, his gaze sweeping around.

Those remaining gazes also concealed their sharpness.

"roll!"

Nolan shouted, still showing no signs of fatigue.

"From this day forward, Netero will be permanently stationed in the dimensional rift. Anyone who dares to invade will be killed without mercy!"

Nitero stood silently to the side, like a lifeless statue.

But no one dared to underestimate its power.

It's worth noting that although Netero's performance wasn't as good as Nolan's, he did manage to go toe-to-toe with Dormammu at one point.

With this robot around, there probably aren't many who would dare to spy on Earth.

"Jie Jie..."

A burst of unrestrained laughter rang out.

Nolan looked in the direction from which the laughter came.

That was a dimensional rift.

Inside, a pair of scarlet, magical eyes looked in this direction.

"It seems the Ancient One is truly dead. Can you stop us?"

As soon as those eyes appeared, several other gazes immediately followed.

Those who dare to appear at this time are clearly powerful beings from different dimensions.

"If you have the guts, then give it a try."

Nolan's voice was icy.

"Red Queen, activate full combat readiness mode and prepare to initiate the ultimate command!"

All the robots that were chasing the pursuers stopped, and at the same time, a large number of auxiliary robots from behind began to move forward, their intentions unclear.

Nolan knew it very well.

He absolutely cannot back down at this point.

Today, what he wants is deterrence.

If we show weakness now, everything we've done today will have been for nothing.

"Eye Demon, why not give it a try? Perhaps you really can succeed."

Another voice sounded.

Upon hearing the voice, the demonic eye became more restrained, its demonic pupils turned towards the direction from which the voice came, it chuckled a few times, and then disappeared.

Hands-on?

He's not a fool.

Dormammu has already tried; at this point, nobody wants to be the first to stick their neck out.

Don't say anything else.

Even if the possibility of the Ancient One's death is indeed very high.

But what if Dormammu is lying to them?

It's not impossible.

If the Ancient One is pushed too far, the war may never end.

It's important to know that even across all dimensions, the Ancient One is among the strongest.

No dimensional lord would want to face a mad Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One.

The dimensional rift is silent.

Nolan breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no dimensional lords existed.

"Damn it, I never want to participate in a war like this again."

Although Stephen Strange helped him recover.