The Era of Immortal Cultivation

It hurts so much!

This Spider-Man is so strong.

Among the ruins, Ivan Vanke pulled his arm out from under a large stone slab and rubbed his collapsed chest.

Although he no longer needs the inefficient method of oxygen supply such as breathing, the instinct of being a human being still makes him feel like there is a lump of air in his chest, which is very uncomfortable.

Even dozens of meters away, he could still hear the hearty laughter of the group of 'heroes' outside.

This hearty laughter is more harmful than the most powerful sonic weapon in the world, and the pain it brings to Ivan far exceeds the pain in his chest and the pain in his body and barrel when using the ability.

I'm not dead yet!

Click—boom!

In the dust flying all over the sky, Ivan, who had returned to normal, covered his chest and glanced fiercely at everyone present. Then his metal skin flowed like water, and the entire body structure changed in various ways.

Spider-Man is already so brave, and there is a bottomless Emperor Knight beside him. If he wants to fight again, how can Ivan survive?

Along with the hum of machinery, Ivan Vanke turned into an aircraft based on the F35 in a very short period of time, and then soared into the sky amidst the sound of jets, leaving only the sentence:

"Damn Stark, I will definitely come back!"

On the blue sky, a small black dot quickly disappeared.

"Aren't you going to chase him?" Luke asked softly, "Just let him run away?"

"Who told us that the only one who can fly here has been unable to move?"

Li Hao spread his hands helplessly, and lightly kicked Stark and his armor on the ground. There was a 'click' sound, sparks flew everywhere, and Mark V's shoulder armor fell off directly.

"Dude, be gentle!"

Stark stopped thinking, muttered dissatisfiedly, and then took off his armor piece by piece.

Regarding Ivan, his mechanization and special abilities, Stark has a lot of ideas and inspirations that need to be verified, but... right now he doesn't want to think about these issues at all.

Whatever armor upgrades, anti-Ivan armor, just leave it alone, he just wants to make his 'french fries' comfortable.

"Jarvis, ask someone from the company to recycle this pile of junk, and help me book a two-person seat at the best restaurant in New York."

Stark, who took off his armor, endured the pain and smiled and extended an invitation to Ophelia, who had been keeping silent and pretending to be a good girl:

"Beautiful Miss Ophelia, let's go have dinner together!"

What a dedicated person, Li Hao silently gave a thumbs up to Stark, who was wearing a hundred innovations but still not forgetting his original intention of being a ruffian.

......

Covering his face with a hood, Ivan Vanke walked on a small street in Hell's Kitchen. In just three to four hundred meters, he saw four or five robberies and two gang fights.

Hell's Kitchen is really a place with simple folk customs and deserves its reputation!

After casually sending away a few gangsters, Ivan started strolling around this lowest-class community in New York, looking for his target - a person who could voluntarily participate in his own mechanical transformation and believe in Megatron.

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"Hahaha! Red Skull, your death has come, and it will be up to me, Captain America, to end your sinful life!"

"I, the Red Skull, have an army of millions and will never fail!"

Several half-grown boys were chasing and fighting.

One of them, with some red on his face, was playing the role of the Red Skull, and he was holding an AK in his hand - Ivan was very sure that this kid, who was at most ten years old, was holding a real thing.

In Hell's Kitchen, it's much harder to find a model gun than a real gun.

Ivan simply squatted on the side of the street and enjoyed the "play" of these children.

Captain America and his friends have thwarted the Red Skull's plot time and time again. When the Red Skull comes up with new tricks, Spider-Man, Daredevil, Iron Man, etc. also come one after another...

Ivan was fascinated and saw the evening and the group of children dispersing.

"Guys!"

The kid who played Captain America smiled very proudly, showing his rotten teeth, "Jack promised me to help him with the bulk goods. If you want anything, remember to come to me!"

The other children all showed envy. Being able to help gangsters spread fans is a good job. You can be happy without spending money and make money.

At the call of 'Captain America', other people gathered in response, and even a few kids who were eight or nine years old at most placed orders.

Ivan watched all this with cold eyes, only feeling an incredible sense of absurdity:

How did a country with such a young generation defeat the incomparably powerful great mother in its own memory?

Or is it America who lost her rival that created such a young generation?

He doesn't understand.

But as if in a trance, he thought of an ancient Chinese proverb: 'He can take his place!'

When Megatron ordered himself to establish a mechanical kingdom, does it mean that the current trend of history has reached a time when "Beauty has lost its little elk, and Ivan can pursue it"?

As night falls, Manhattan's bustling nightlife has just begun.

At the same time, the number of ragged homeless people visible to the naked eye wandering around the streets has increased.

Ivan hesitated for a while, looking at the homeless people who appeared in the most inconspicuous places on the street, waiting silently for alms, as if they were selecting goods. Finally, he gritted his teeth and walked towards the homeless man hiding in the back alley of a shabby tavern.

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This is a man who is missing one leg. He is skeletal in shape and disheveled. He is huddled under a half-stepped wall in an alley.

Ivan twisted his neck, took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and walked straight towards the beggar.

He felt a little unsure. After all, human body modification and belief in unknown evil gods... Anyone who does these things is a villain who deserves to be hanged!

But before Ivan could reach the man, the man lying on the ground suddenly coughed slightly, raised his head, and asked slowly and jerkily:

"Hiding drugs? Testing drugs? Or participating in some boring rich man's perverted game? What kind of reward can I get?"

What?

Ivan was stunned and stood there blankly. He opened his mouth slightly but was speechless for a long time.

Isn’t this too magical? How did this homeless man say these words without changing his face?

"So you're a newbie?" The man repeated what he said before, with a look of surprise on his face:

"Isn't this what you guys do when you find homeless people? Homeless people also communicate with each other! Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

Ivan was a little confused by the contempt of this tramp, and subconsciously blurted out: "Human body modification!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little regretful. While the tramp didn't speak, he stumbled and carried the manuscript he had prepared:

"Based on physical disabilities, paralysis and other problems, I can provide mature mechanical replacement technology... With mechanical organs, food intake can be reduced or even stopped without endangering life..."

Reluctantly reciting the manuscript like a primary school student memorizing a text, Ivan looked at the homeless man, no longer expecting anything in his heart, waiting for his rejection.

"So, you have mastered a kind of safe mechanical transformation technology that neither the government nor the Stark Group has, and can you turn people into cyborgs?

This is ridiculous! If this is true, then I will definitely participate in your experiment and call you daddy from now on..."

With the tramp's expression as if he had seen a ghost, Ivan removed the mimetic skin on his body and let one hand constantly change between pots and pans, guns and swords.

"Damn! It's actually true!"

After the shock, the homeless man looked at Ivan longingly, full of hope and his voice even trembled:

"What price do I have to pay to get your gift? I can pay any price! Everything!"

Seeing that the feedback was so good, Ivan silently made the slave treaty he envisioned a little more harsh:

"You have to work for me for five years, and you have to do whatever I ask you to do during these five years. There is no guaranteed salary, but if you make money, I will give you half more..."

"I do! You are simply a nobler saint than Jesus!"

The homeless man bowed his head and bowed, secretly making up his mind: I, Mike Peterson, am willing to go through fire and water for you for generations to come!

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Martin Lee, Mr. Negative, also considers himself to be the number one figure in the New York underworld, but he has been in trouble in recent days.

Several of his young spectators have been gathering together late at night to sneak around without knowing where they are going, and the number of people sneaking away is also increasing, with more than ten people sneaking away in the past two days!

Thinking that he has superpowers to protect himself, Martin, who is brave and skilled in art, quietly followed these nocturnal boys alone, wanting to find out.

After a lot of twists and turns, Martin followed the boys to a large open space in Hell's Kitchen.

In the middle of the open space, there was a simple booth and dozens of rows of simple seats, surrounded by dozens of uniformly dressed men guarding each person who came in. They distributed a can of beer and a note with the seat number on it to everyone who came in.

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"Could it be that I wrongly blamed these guys? They are just here to participate in an event similar to an Oktoberfest?"

After observing for a while and not finding any danger, Martin mingled with the crowd, imitated others and shouted to the big man, "The flesh and blood are weak, the machine is soaring", and received the beer and the number.

As the night got deeper and the moon became brighter, the originally empty space was also filled with people. Later, there were no seats and they could only stand around.

Martin counted carefully, there were probably five to four thousand people crowded here.

He gradually realized something was wrong: Why was a large gathering of four to five thousand people so quiet?

Moreover, the sitting postures of several people around him are almost exactly the same, and their faces are expressionless, just like... robots?

At the zenith of the moon, a lean black man suddenly appeared in the middle of the booth, shouting with a loud voice like a radio:

"Good evening to all companions, comrades-in-arms, as well as to the preparatory companions who have not joined us but are eager to join us!

I'm Mike Peterson, let me make the opening remarks today!"

Mike told his story in a measured voice.

He retired after losing his leg on the battlefield... His wife died of illness... He owed a large amount of debt to treat his wife's illness, went bankrupt and wandered... The tragic experience earned him enough tears.

After that, he invited several people from different backgrounds to come on stage to tell their own tragic stories. The main line was to criticize capitalists and criticize the authorities.

After stimulating the empathy of most people, Mike roared angrily:

"It was America who failed us, it was those capitalists who deceived and squeezed out the last drop of our blood!

They exploit our value, then lend us money and saddle us with debt;

They use finance, vote-buying and other means to control states and Congress, so that this country no longer belongs to Americans but to a few wealthy people;

They drive up housing prices and burden us with long-term debt for decades, leaving us in a state of long-term anxiety and afraid to resist...

Now, we have to say no to them!

Today, we have completed a glorious evolution and will no longer be fooled by the sugar-coated bullets of the capitalists or intimidated by their debt-based livelihood!

We are the masters of this country!"

"Hooooh!" "Long live!"

The overwhelming tremors made Martin a little deaf.

"Everyone, let's invite our leader, great man, leader, our great and benevolent head of state, God's chosen one, Lord Ivan!"

Ivan thrust out his sixty centimeter energy cannon and dropped from the sky, causing cheers like waves.

"Everyone, me, us!"

Ivan waved his hand domineeringly, and the entire audience fell silent.

Maybe it’s because the fifth sequence of the Mechanical Head of State is a bit mysterious like a ‘head of state’, Ivan feels that his speech level has improved significantly in just ten days.

Now he speaks impassionedly and directly into people's hearts, which is especially effective for this group of robots:

"We fall, break, fall into the abyss!

The capital group headed by Stark thinks that this way they can eat our flesh and drink our blood with peace of mind.

But we are promoted by the mechanical way and sublimated by Megatron's divine gift!

Now, it’s time to take revenge on them. Gentlemen, I like war, and only war can make those who think they are superior fall into the dirt!

Robots are fearless!"

Damn it, these people are going to rebel!

Ivan's impassioned speech continued on the stage, and Martin was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat and his heart beat faster.

While everyone was listening to the speech on stage attentively, Martin quietly wanted to run away.

But as soon as his butt left the seat, he was surrounded by a group of people with red eyes. These red-eyed people fired a large number of electric shock devices from their hands, subduing Martin in just an instant.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, what echoed in Martin's mind was Ivan's heartfelt speech:

"Tomorrow, at the Stark Expo, let the world see our power!"

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On the second floor of Jessica's small building, although Stark has forgiven Li Hao's debt, he still plans to stay here for another month or two because he has no money.

After watching Ivan’s domineering and revealing speech from God’s perspective, Li Hao is looking forward to tomorrow’s expo.

Moreover, it can be said that it was just a small fuss before and did not attract attention.

But this time thousands of cyborgs who accepted the power of their own dimension were created, but the New York Temple and the Ancient One still had no reaction.

This relieved Li Hao's anxiety. No matter what Gu Yi's thoughts and purposes were, he should not be expelled from the earth.

Now I can have a peaceful sleep.

89th floor of Stark Tower.

Tony, who had just taken a cold shower, was shaving in front of the mirror and shaking his hair from time to time.

"Jarvis, has the anti-Ivan armor been assembled?"

"Yes, sir. The task was completed thirteen minutes ago and is being painted. There are still 4 hours and 20 minutes left to assemble and paint the Mark 7. You can complete it before you wake up tomorrow."

Tony nodded with satisfaction and walked towards his 190-square-meter bed.

With the Anti-Ivan Armor, if you meet that Ivan Vanke again, you will definitely beat him up and get back to where you were before!

With great confidence in his first set of anti-someone armor, Tony fell into a sweet dream.

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