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Chapter 185 Artillery Fire Sweeps the Ground

The Rotten Giant is too big.

The bullets fired from the pistol were too small.

Although the bullets could pierce through the flesh of the Rotting Giant, those tiny, bean-sized wounds were utterly insignificant to the ten-meter-tall giant.

Inside the rotting giant's body, the twisted, blood-red tentacles slightly contracted and tightened, and the bullet wounds disappeared under the pressure of layer upon layer of flesh.

"No, switch to heavy firepower. Bullets are completely ineffective against this monster..."

Several relatively calm detectives noticed the effect of the bullets hitting the rotting giant and immediately shouted out.

As he spoke, a detective put down his pistol, took a grenade from his waist, unhooked the safety, and threw it hard at the blood giant.

The green grenade traced an arc in the air before striking the rotting giant's right arm with pinpoint accuracy.

boom!

A loud bang followed.

A large chunk of flesh was blasted off the rotting giant's right arm, which was covered in rotten flesh!

The rotten flesh, blasted into tiny fragments, flew everywhere, forming a mist of blood in mid-air that sprayed in all directions.

"Well done!"

After seeing the detective injure the rotting giant with a grenade, he realized that the rotting giant wasn't as terrifying as he had imagined, unlike Chief Lauren Clyde.

I was just about to call on the other officers to join in.

When heavy firepower such as grenades and artillery was used to smash that huge, rotting giant to pieces.

A rotting giant hand descended from the sky.

With a loud bang.

The detective who had just thrown the grenade, along with the police car in front of him, was smashed into a bloody pulp.

When that rotting giant hand rose again.

Looking at the pool of minced meat on the ground, its original form completely unrecognizable.

Director Lauren Clyde was so frightened that she swallowed back the words that were about to slip out.

After slapping the detective who had injured him with a grenade to death, the rotting giant "Kingpin" did not stop.

Several more slaps followed.

After swatting several troublesome police officers to death, the rotting giant "Kingpin" turned his head and greedily stared at the crowd frantically running outwards.

"Meat·······"

Just as this enormous, rotting giant began to stride forward, trying to catch up with the fleeing crowd...

Two missiles, trailing white smoke, swiftly swept across the sky above the street and struck the rotting giant directly in the chest.

boom!

boom!

With two loud bangs, the small missile Stark Industries had built disintegrated.

The decaying flesh exploded on the giant's chest, creating two dazzling fireworks.

These two small missiles not only blasted two large craters, each two to three meters in diameter, into the chest of the rotting giant, but the shockwave from the explosion also sent the rotting giant flying.

As the rotting giant was blasted away.

A figure in gold and red swiftly streaked across the sky and arrived at the battlefield amidst cheers from countless people.

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"Mom, it's Iron Man! He knocked that monster away!"

"There's hope! There's hope now..."

"Look, Honey, it's Iron Man! We're saved..."

"Stop looking, let's get out of here first. So what if he's Iron Man? Not long ago, he got a beating from that Abomination in Harlem! He's not some six-winged angel, who knows if he can even handle this monster..."

"No way, he's Iron Man! I'm sure he can handle that monster..."

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boom!

As the rotting giant flew backward and smashed a small flower bed, a crimson light instantly appeared in its eyes, which were almost submerged in layers of fat!

He stared at the figure in mid-air and said fiercely:

"You...you deserve to die..."

Tony Stark, suspended in mid-air, glanced at the police cars smashed into pancakes in the distance, the pools of flesh beside them, and the layers of bloody corpses inside the Fisk Tower not far away, and said coldly:

"You're the damned monster."

As he spoke, Tony Stark raised his arm, and a miniature special missile instantly streaked across the sky, heading straight for the Rotting Giant's head.

"roar!"

On the ground, the rotting giant, which had been sent flying by two missiles, raised its right arm in defiance and punched the missile that was hurtling towards it in mid-air.

He watched as the rotting giant tried to outrun his meticulously crafted miniature missiles with his own flesh and blood.

Tony Stark, inside the Mark armor, curled his lip in disdain.

Even if this big guy doubled his punching speed, he still wouldn't be able to hit my Rose Missile.

Just as Tony Stark had predicted, the Rose Missiles were launched before the Rotting Giant's massive fist could strike them.

The tiny rose missile struck the rotting giant's massive head with tremendous force.

boom!

With a deafening roar, raging flames and smoke rose from the massive head of the rotting giant.

"Is it resolved?"

Just as Tony Stark's attention was focused on the Rotting Giant's head, which had been hit by the Rose Missile, the Rotting Giant suddenly changed direction and, with a fierce gust of wind, slammed into Tony Stark in mid-air.

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In a tall building not far away.

Arryn the Joker shook his head as he watched Tony Stark being blasted away by a punch from the Rotten Giant.

"They never learn their lesson!"

It seems Tony Stark's lesson of being brutally beaten by Abomination in close combat wasn't enough!

The steel body of the Mark armor is fine for bullying ordinary people.

If you were to use it to engage in close combat with those physically powerful monsters, you would only be the one who suffers.

Now he'll be blasted away by the Rotting Giant's punch again!

"Crackling and popping..."

It was punched directly into the mobile office building, smashing through almost half a floor, and the Mark armor was buried under a pile of rubble.

After shaking his slightly dizzy head, Tony Stark, inside his Mark armor, got up from the ground looking disheveled.

It was also thanks to the inclusion of vibranium, a special metal that can absorb impact, inside the Mark armor.

It absorbed and released most of the force of the Rotting Giant's punch.

Otherwise, Tony Stark's current condition would be more than just dizziness.

"Shit, that was a really powerful punch..."

After the dizziness subsided slightly, Tony Stark piloted the Mark armor and flew out again amidst the screams of countless people in the office building.

It just flew out.

Tony Stark discovered that during the brief period of time he was smashed into the building and then flew out again,

That rotting giant has caused incalculable casualties.

Blood stained the ground red.

The streets in front of the Fisk Building were littered with countless corpses lying on the ground.

And on that blood-stained street, something resembling a network of blood vessels had somehow become visible.

As those blood vessels writhed, countless things that looked like liquid flesh were extracted from the corpses on the street and then transported through the extensive network of blood vessels into the body of the rotting giant.

After assimilating countless fresh flesh and blood, the three craters in flesh and blood that Tony Stark had blasted into the Rotting Giant's body with his missiles were rapidly repaired by the writhing of fleshy tentacles.

In no time at all, the three large holes disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the rotting giants, nourished by these flesh and blood, were growing larger at a visible rate.

Looking at the scene before him, so different from when he went in, Tony Stark's expression changed drastically.

"Shit, how long was I unconscious? Was I unconscious for an hour?..."

Jarvis: "Sir, it has been a total of 37 seconds since you were smashed away by that rotting giant."

37 seconds.

Tony Stark's expression changed upon hearing the number.

In just 37 seconds, this rotting giant caused such a devastating battle, it seems that this terrifying creature is far more frightening than he had previously estimated.

"Sir, based on our observations, after that rotting giant devoured the corpses through those blood-red tentacles on the street, it has grown even larger. You must stop this rotting giant from continuing to devour flesh and blood, otherwise it will become even more powerful..."

Upon hearing Jarvis's description, Tony Stark looked at the dense, writhing veins and felt a surge of intense nausea.

Damn it.

This monstrous giant is eating people.

Jarvis, Flame Mode.

"Yes, sir!"

Take a deep breath.

Two beams of azure flame shot out from the soles of the Mark armor, propelling Tony Stark forward.

While flying.

Two raging flames continuously erupted from Tony Stark's palm, scorching the street below, which was covered with fleshy tentacles.

Under the scorching heat of the flames.

The dense network of blood vessels below was rapidly carbonized, turning into a pile of charcoal.

Ahead, the rotting giant, which was slaughtering the fleeing crowd, felt the fleshy tentacles behind him being burned to charcoal in large swathes.

Suddenly, the bald back of his head began to wriggle rapidly, and then six narrow cracks appeared.

In no time at all.

Within those six narrow cracks, three pairs of enormous pupils appeared!

When it saw the figure that had once injured it, ruining its plans again.

An angry roar erupted from the crimson giant's mouth: "It's you again...!"

While roaring.

The Rotten Giant's two thick, corrupted arms swung their fists at Tony Stark, who was flying towards him, in an unconventional and extremely twisted posture.

Before the two stench-filled giant fists could reach him, Tony Stark, who had just learned his lesson, nimbly turned around in mid-air.

Then it turned a corner and continued to use the flames in its hand to burn away the dense, blood-red tentacles on the ground.

After understanding the function of these blood-red tentacles.

Tony Stark immediately made eliminating these blood tentacles his primary objective.

In addition to preventing these bloody whiskers from continuing to desecrate the corpse.

Tony Stark didn't want to face a terrifying monster that could repair itself at any time and was constantly growing stronger during the battle.

of course.

As he turned, Tony Stark didn't forget to attack the Crimson Giant with a row of small missiles carried on his shoulder.

Do everything you can to damage and weaken this rotting giant.

While attacking, Tony Stark was also rapidly issuing commands to Jarvis.

"Jarvis immediately contacted the military and called for heavy firepower support. I'll hold this big guy off until the military support arrives."

Jarvis: "Understood, sir..."

Before Jarvis could finish answering, the extremely enraged, rotting giant launched another attack on Tony Stark.

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at the same time.

The Department of Defense and the Pentagon also received several requests for fire support.

"General, a gigantic monster has suddenly appeared in Clinton, New York, causing massive casualties among the surrounding population. The NYPD and other departments have requested federal military assistance..."

"Yes, Tony Stark, the Iron Man from Stark Industries, has arrived at the scene and is dealing with that rotting giant, but he has also requested heavy firepower support from us."

"According to our calculations, this monster possesses multiple abilities, including devouring and evolving, as well as corruption and contamination. If it continues to grow, Clinton will inevitably become the next Harlem, or even worse..."

In front of a huge command and control console, a young officer in federal military uniform reported to a white-haired old man in general's uniform behind him, while also quickly pulling up images taken by multiple military satellites on the screen in front of him.

Within that giant nine-grid screen.

A terrifying, malevolent, and rotting giant stands out prominently, with several screens displaying its brutal acts of indiscriminately slaughtering civilians.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark, hailed as a superhero, leaped and bounded amidst the attacks of the colossal, rotting giant.

His attacks had little effect on that enormous, terrifying giant.

Even one of the screens in the nine-square grid clearly showed Tony Stark being punched hard by the Rotting Giant and sent flying into an office building, where he didn't reappear for a long time.

"Hmph, I knew these so-called superheroes were all unreliable. They keep talking about protecting the world, but they're just after their own selfish desires. If they had handed over the technology to our military to manufacture Iron Man armor earlier, allowing us to mass-produce it, we wouldn't be in such a passive position against these monsters!"

After letting out a cold snort, the white-haired old man gave a firm order: "Order several military bases near New York to immediately launch fighter jets to conduct a saturation bombardment of this rotting giant in Clinton District. We absolutely cannot allow this highly invasive and rapidly growing monster to continue living."

"yes!"

(End of this chapter)