American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 608 Battle Realm

The negotiations lasted a long time, and were not completed until noon the next day. It was only because the mages were so energetic that they dared to do this.

Along the way, both the King and Jaina hinted that Rune should say a few words for their own faction, but Rune pretended not to see them and chose to cultivate a relationship with Raven instead.

Both are precious, and Rune didn't want to favor one over the other.

Goldrinn, on the other hand, upon discovering that some of his hair had been braided and realizing that if left unchecked, the rest of his hair would likely follow suit, decisively chose to leave, rather than being bothered by the fierce clashes between the mages.

Both sides were relatively satisfied with the final negotiation results. The Dalaran mages were willing to engage in cultural exchanges and mutual military assistance with the mages of the DC Universe. At the same time, with the help of Rune, they agreed to open trade between the two sides. Rune himself would also receive a commission as payment for opening the portal.

Afterwards, Rune took the mages of Azeroth on a trip to New York, where they visited the production line at Stark Industries and even went to see a movie.

What interests Azerothian mages most is undoubtedly the modern industrial production line, thanks to Tony's help (and showing off).

With the help of Yao, Jaina and the other mages were led on a tour by several professional engineers to gain a deeper understanding of the production line's concept, functions, and role.

As the Azerothian mages stared in astonishment at the automated robotic arms and other products on the production line, Tony nudged Rune with his elbow. "These mages—did they all live in the Middle Ages before?"

Rune thought for a moment, then replied, "It seems about the same."

Human technology in World of Warcraft is clearly still in the Middle Ages. But in reality, goblin technology should have the concept of production lines; it's just that most humans consider it nothing more than a clever trick—in Azeroth, no matter what kind of technology it is, it will explode.

The awe-inspiring technology of goblins goes without saying, and gnomes even blew up their own capital, whereas energies like Holy Light and Wrath do not produce such results.

Therefore, most people would rather trust the weapon or amulet in their hand than carry a gnome or goblin grenade, at least the former won't suddenly explode.

"You're really something, managing to find such a rare breed," Tony Stark said dismissively of the mages, but his next sentence immediately left Rune speechless, "However, some of them are indeed quite beautiful. Could you help me get their contact information?"

"I don't think you'd enjoy associating with them." Rune glanced at the group of mages, then at Tony. The high elves didn't seem to like humans much, and the human beauty Jaina was even more of a heavyweight.

But Tony licked his lips. "Why?"

"Because I recorded everything you just said, Tony. If you don't back down—" Rune sneered, "then you can expect Pepper to kill you!"

"Oh, damn it, you're such a spoilsport!" Tony rolled his eyes. "Alright, you guys continue your tour, I'm not going to keep you company. I have so many research projects lately, and I'm also busy doing chivalrous deeds morning and night. I simply don't have much time."

Just as Tony was about to leave, Rune quickly grabbed his shoulder and said, "I have something to tell you, some really good news."

"Great news?"

Seeing that Tony didn't believe him, Rune said softly, "Yes, that's great news. When I first saw him, I couldn't believe it either—Captain America is actually still alive, the one you know, not some kind of clone."

"What did you say?" Tony frowned.

Rune nodded. "Why would I lie to you?"

His affirmative answer made Tony's throat tighten, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of molten iron.

During Steve's absence, Tony thought he had let go of the past. But now Tony suddenly realizes that his so-called letting go was nothing but self-deception.

"Take me to see him."

"He's just been rescued and needs some time to rest. Let Steve rest for a while, at least let him recover, okay?" Rune said in a low voice.

Upon hearing that Steve was alive, Tony's mind began to falter. She had to take deep breaths to suppress her agitation. "When—when can I see Steve? Can you give me a definite answer?"

Rune patted Tony on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll see each other again soon."

Steve is now blessed by the Holy Light, which is very good at healing. Therefore, Rune has reason to suspect that his wounds have basically healed. All that remains is to learn from the priests and bishops how to control the Holy Light and prevent energy leakage.

"————That's great." Tony's voice was very soft. As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a symbiote armor instantly covered his entire body. He turned his head, and the armor's visor slowly closed, covering his reddened eyes.

Rune clearly heard Tony sobbing—the megalomaniac was crying.

In the beginning, the world was nothingness, until the gods appeared and their light illuminated the entire space, and all things in the world were born in this world.

The god who created all of this is named Doom. He created everything, including the Battle Realm.

This is a shattered divine kingdom forcibly welded together by God-King Doom, who used power surpassing that of the gods to tear apart the remnants of countless parallel universes and crush the fragments of multiple realities. It is the throne upon which Doom crowned himself with the title of "God-King".

This grotesque world is not a regular sphere, but a deformed continent pieced together from hundreds of bizarre puzzle pieces of varying sizes and styles.

Here, you can see the golden spires of Asgard piercing the clouds, the wasteland of Sakaar stretching to the horizon, the floating cities of the magical dimension intertwined with the metal domes of the technological empire, and the deep-sea ruins of Atlantis—

The ruins are half-buried in the lava gullies.

Above the sky, a huge fireball took over the role of the sun, and at the very center of this proxy sun, a human-shaped black shadow could be vaguely seen.

A castle covered with enormous trees stands harmoniously in the core area of ​​the Battle Realm, and even the Planet Devourer can only serve as its guard.

In this castle, whose very name is Doom, in the hall where roots spread out, a man dressed in white robes and white armor sat on a tree root that had grown into a chair. His right fingertips unconsciously tapped the roots, the dull sound echoing in the empty council chamber.

Four lords stood solemnly in the council chamber. Mr. Sinister and Captain Britain were locked in a tense standoff, the ambitious Warlord Hulk had his head bowed, and Apocalypse watched everything in silence.

"Speak, what do you want with me?"