Lord of Cinder in American Comics

The Arctic was originally an ice floe floating on the ocean, only it was a bit larger. Now this ice floe is constantly expanding its range and increasing its thickness.

Stark, unfazed, joked, "Anyway, it slows down global warming a bit, so in a sense, it's a good thing..."

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Chapter 367: Starting Position Overtake

Climate change is not something to consider on-site; Cobra's base has now become Salvador's territory.

Has Shaliwan collaborated with Cobra? Or is Shaliwan behind Cobra?

We don't know for sure right now...

As I gazed at Inrusir, a sudden change occurred...

The white tree women that broke through the ice cap, their branches-like hands covering their obscured heads, gradually bent over...

The faint, low sobbing sounds caused Ash's previously calm expression to change...

"Cover your ears! Everyone cover your ears! Retreat! Don't get attacked!"

Ash's words seemed somewhat cryptic, but everyone present knew this wasn't the time for questions, and besides, the warnings and information Ash had provided earlier had never been wrong...

The soldiers from the Control Bureau reacted the fastest on the scene. Judging from Ash's expression, they knew it wasn't good news. The ATS exoskeleton was activated and fully sealed off, and everyone else turned their noise-canceling headphones to maximum power. Those who hadn't had time to put on their gear in the tents covered their ears with their hands...

The White Tree Woman's attack was swift and direct, her agonizing screams preceding her attack—a scream reminiscent of the witches of the Path of Survival, accompanied by piercing shrills that assaulted the brain...

The control officers, caught off guard while running across the snowfield, fell to the ground in the attack. The sound penetrated their various protective measures...

Fortunately, these attacks are short-lived, and after one attack, the control center is able to return and pick up these unfortunate slow-moving individuals.

Stark was immediately grabbed by his clothes and thrown into a snowdrift in the distance by Ashe. As soon as he climbed out of the snowdrift, he saw a different view in the distance...

"what is that?"

Amidst the blazing fire, the tiny flames of the White Tree Maiden, like candlelight, continuously appeared on her branches before detaching from the white tree and soaring into the sky.

The tiny lights, like fireflies in summer, floated in the air, moving rhythmically in a regular pattern, beautiful and evocative.

But on the scene, it didn't have so much meaning; the flames were like a death knell, approaching the control center's area.

The original snowmobiles and temporary tents were easily burned through by these candle flames, like pieces of paper.

These candles, undeterred by the erosion of ice and snow, stubbornly continued to burn even after falling onto the snow-covered ground...

Stark gazed at the distant scene when a familiar voice sounded beside him…

"Inventor! Run!"

Stark then realized it was Logan and exclaimed, "Logan! You're here too! I didn't see you before!"

Logan grabbed Stark's clothes. Logan wasn't as tall as Stark, so he could only drag him along the ground by his collar. Fortunately, they were on an ice field, so the dragging wasn't too painful...

Logan dragged Stark along at lightning speed, leaving everyone else behind. Without even breaking a sweat, Logan explained, "I was banned from Paris. Apparently, those weapons eat metal. To avoid any accidents, I came straight to the Arctic. However, the Arctic climate is a bit awful, and I fell asleep..."

Stark crossed his arms to protect himself from injury, glanced at the scenery behind him, and reprimanded Logan, saying, "You're an employee of the Bureau of Control! You should be focused on completing your mission!"

"Oh... I see. You're also an advisor to the Control Bureau... Besides crashing dozens of mechs, what other contributions have you made?"

"I've fought vampires!"

"Who hasn't fought them... I even jumped into the reactor with their leader in my arms..."

"I've fought giant beasts!"

"Yet your output is even less than a little girl's..."

"I……"

"You were also ganged up on by two fat guys, and you only took one punch from them. You were also pinned down by other mech pilots and couldn't even lift your head..."

Logan waited for a long time after speaking, but did not hear Stark's rebuttal. He turned his head and saw that Stark had closed his eyes, but his hands, which were clasped to his chest, were still tightly gripping his clothes...

After retreating an unknown distance, the illusory figure of Ice and Snow Inrusir was gradually approaching the horizon when the group finally stopped, organized their equipment, and took a headcount…

This hasty evacuation did not result in any loss of personnel from the Bureau of Control, but the incalculable equipment was left behind.

Ash stroked his chin, thinking about how to pin this on the World Security Council, since they were the ones eavesdropping on his channels.

Stark had changed his clothes; the old ones were already tattered from being dragged around by Logan.

However, with Pepper in charge of the rear, supplies could be airdropped from Iceland in a very short time. The Control Bureau also received new supplies here.

Stark, standing beside Ash, offered a suggestion: "Give me seven hours, and I can get two Jericho missiles... They should be effective against this kind of large-scale construction complex..."

Ash turned around curiously and asked, "Didn't you shut down the weapons research and development department? How come you still have this kind of weapon?"

"I did shut it down. The Jericho missile was part of our previous technological reserves. Besides, Ross also ordered sonic cannons from me. Weapon development is all done by me alone, and I don't sell weapons..."

Ash rolled her eyes at Stark, wondering where Stark learned this flexible moral compass and the right to interpret things entirely on his own.

Ash said, "No need, I have my own way..."

Upon hearing Ashe say she had a solution, Stark and Logan looked over excitedly. Putting everything else aside, the visual effects of Ashe's work were truly impressive. One of the Bureau of Control's internal activities was a competition to see who could take the best photo, which not only earned them a prize but also had their photo featured on the Bureau of Control's official website...

"What method? Summon your Lothric and wage a magical war?"

Ash shook her head and said, "Do you know about the God King Tournament at the Borderlands?"

Stark and Logan looked at each other and shook their heads.

"At the border, the supreme will that governs all things will initiate a God-King Tournament. Adhering to the principles of injustice, unfairness, and secrecy, those gods who have lived for countless ages will hold a competition there periodically. And I also learned a move from it... a transcendental magic, Falling from the Sky!"

Ash conjured a lightning spear, this time surpassing platinum gold and transforming into the warm and gentle color of the sun.

Ash planted the lightning spear at her feet, and her body slowly floated up. The lightning spear seemed to have a consciousness, and as Ash continuously and rhythmically burst out with lightning, it drew runes of unknown meaning on the surrounding ice field.

The Arctic sky had changed dramatically, with lightning converging from all directions in a regular pattern, eventually settling over Inrushir.

The center of the lightning bolt was no longer visible; it now resembled the corona of the sun, with tiny tendrils radiating a unique light outwards...

Ash, in the distance, had lost his original form. His eyes shone with the same light as the distant sun, and the rising lightning, under his command, lost its original irregular movement.

At that moment, the world seemed to stand still. As Ash waved her hand, a beam of light shone down from the sun into the distant sky…

A beam of light descended from the sky, poised to pierce the Earth, but was blocked by Inrusil's barrier. However, the burst of light dispersed, transforming into a boundless sea of ​​fire that spread in all directions...

The clash between light and fire, and frost, erupted at this moment...

No one could see what happened during the clash; satellites and various detectors lost their readings...

After the storm subsided, what appeared before everyone was the collapsed temple at the highest point of Inrushir, and the ocean that stretched endlessly outward from the Inrushir barrier...

At this moment, Irushir had become an isolated island in the Arctic Ocean. Although the frost spreading from Irushir was freezing the ocean and extending outwards, its speed was insignificant compared to the ice cap that was now disappearing...

Like a donut, the center of the Arctic has now lost its original appearance...

After witnessing that godlike attack, Stark and Logan stared blankly at Ashe as she slowly descended...

Ash turned around, and only then did the fierce storm generated by the attack appear before everyone.

The biting wind, mixed with seawater, snow, and even hailstones the size of tanks, along with massive ice blocks as large as mountains, forced the initially shocked crowd to shield themselves from the chill brought on by the aftershocks of the battle...

The attack pierced through countless layers of ice and swept away countless amounts of seawater. In any case, Stark has now directed Logan to select the best-tasting Arctic bream to take back as a gift for Pepper...

At this moment, the control center became a paradise of self-help. Everyone forgot the fatigue from running earlier and gave thanks for the gifts from nature that came from the sky.

Ash didn't care about the current situation; it was what it was, so let the World Security Council deal with it...

Ash strolled around slowly, inspecting the cracks in the ice cap and the dangerous areas that had been smashed out for her men.

As Ash walked, she stepped onto a hard surface. The sharp, resonant sound and the hard texture, so different from ice and snow, suggested it could only be metal…

By breaking through the ice layer that had been frozen to the surface by the seawater, Ash saw the metal object peeking out. The distinctly layered, round metal, combined with the red and blue five-pointed star, looked exactly like the shield held by that American with the big butt...

Looking at the mountains of ice piled up around them, Ash sighed and said, "I shouldn't die, right?"

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Chapter 368: Captain America's Popsicle

Captain America, Steve Rogers, once piloted a Hydra bomber to the Arctic to prevent a devastating operation.

This is what is written in some history books, and it also makes Captain America's story go through various aspects.

Take the military for example; every year, their propaganda includes Steve's name and a photo of him in that blue, shapely bodysuit.

So when Ash told the Bureau of Control that Steve might be inside these giant blocks of ice, what was supposed to be a casual buffet turned into a grand treasure hunt.

Without orders from the World Security Council, the Bureau of Control could not leave, making the search for Steve its only activity.

Fortunately, the Bureau of Control's weapons and equipment were not lost, so they saw various groups of people using powered rifles to drill holes in the iceberg.

The scorching beam of light could pierce through most of the ice in an instant, allowing others to see inside clearly.

Seeing this scene only added to Ash's worry about Steve's survival...

Stark became somewhat distracted after seeing Ash use super-tier magic. It wasn't until the Bureau of Control's treasure hunt competition, when no one was paying attention to him, that he finally had a chance to talk to Ash alone.

But when he saw Ash, Stark stammered and couldn't say a word.

"Ash, isn't your power... a little too great...?"

Stark's doubt, or rather a friendly reminder, was that the power that had just erupted had exceeded the limits of some people's tolerance, which would only drag Ashe into a vortex of trouble.

And this can also be considered Stark's personal concern. As the representative of the gods, Stark is afraid that his friends will be like puppets, only serving the gods.

Ash laughed and said, "What? Isn't it good to be stronger?"

"It's just...it's just...I'm a little worried..."

"What are you worried about? Are you worried that I'll become a vessel for a god's descent? Or do you doubt that I'm still who I am? Then guess who I am now..."

Ashe's words sent a chill down Stark's spine. What if the divine intervention had truly been completed, or what if the Ashe of the past had vanished...?

Stark mechanically looked up, only to see Ash's mischievous gaze. Ash then snapped a picture of Stark's shocked expression.

Ash showed the photo to Stark and said, "Look, I should be able to sell this photo to a newspaper for a good amount of money..."

Stark, relieved, said helplessly, "But someone has to be willing to buy it... Shit! I almost forgot you have the military and your own media connections! Give me the stuff!"

Stark pretended to snatch Ash's phone, but Ash held it high and kept jumping as the somewhat short Stark tried to reach it.

The two of them played a game of chasing each other on the icy plain, just like children.