Novel & Cerita Iron Man Death Battle

Ailina’s POV: I used the Wolf's skill of Mind-Reading to beat Dark Death. I had the Full Shield and started Auto Attack to force Dark Death to expose himself. He couldn’t hide himself anymore and was killed by James’ sword. Dark Death: “You are amazing.” Wolf: “You too.” Dark Death: “We can team up to fight in Skill Battlefield. We should be invisible.” I asked James loudly, “Dark Death wants to team up with you to fight in Skill Battlefield. What do you think?”

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

In them, Hank faked his demise, absconding with our fortune and dooming the company to bankruptcy. Elena and I endured collector torment. I succumbed to the abyss, ending it all, and Elena crossed paths with Hank, who was back from the dead. I'd assumed, despite ditching me, he'd spare his daughter some mercy. But no. He stood idle as Laura's goons dispatched her, not deigning a glance at her broken form. The visions looped for a fortnight until the fake-death date crystallized in my subconscious. Two months remained. I called my brother home, tasking him with a covert donation: 20 integrated incinerators to various crematoriums.

I did not know how long I lay there. Time felt different after death. I could no longer feel the cold marble beneath me, but I could still see the foyer, the blood on the floor, and Adrian standing above my body as if he were waiting for me to give up the act. Death had taken my voice and left me only enough awareness to watch what came after. Adrian did not call for help right away. “Enough, Evelyn,” he said, pale but stubborn. “Your parents will be here in the morning. Stop this now.”

It would smear Dad's reputation, yet everyone would think I wrote it. "The dead should stay dead," Kate said, smiling as she wiped every photo of me from the phone. By afternoon, the pack enforcers had arrived at the manor. "Alpha Jack, we received a report that your daughter's death may involve you. We're here to investigate." Marcus had reported my death. "She ran away," Jack said, trying for calm but landing on brittle. The captain, Nelson Wright, set a crystal sphere on the foyer table. "This is a life sensor. If Ms. Ava Blackwood is alive and not in mortal danger, it will glow."

What a shame to use it on Yuna. With a hand clamped over the wound on her cheek, Yuna glared at me with fiery eyes. "Leon, have you gone mad?" I scoffed. "Ivan killed our father, yet you willingly demean yourself to serve him. Aren't you afraid of being overwhelmed by shame when Father sees you after you die?" She clenched her fists so tightly that the veins on her arms bulged. She was about to hit me. Fearlessly, I said, "Go on. Hit me. Kill me so I can tattle to Father in the underworld."

"You know this is Silverwood territory, don't you? Leave now, and I'll pretend this never happened." "Silverwood?" The leader threw his head back and laughed. "Of course I know where I am! Cut the crap and give us the money!" He raised a silver pistol. "Dad, watch out!" I screamed. Julian lunged for the gun, and they struggled for control. Suddenly, the gun went off, and Julian shoved me aside. The silver bullet tore through his chest and hit his heart. "No—!" I threw myself forward, and tears blurred everything. Aurora let out a howl, and her wolf burst out. She launched herself at the rogues. "You're all going to die!"

“What’s more? He is the only one who can kill the Moon Stone Alpha and bring me my Nicolette!” “As you wish lord...then I will reactivate his system!” The water in the container drops slowly and the body hanging from the metal wires begins to move. When the fluid has dropped totally, the man in front of me opens his eyes. “Get him some clothes!” “Now!” The man in front of me looks around bewildered... “Welcome back to the world of the living Diego...Darren’s younger brother!” “Who is Darren?” “Your brother... But he’s dead.”

Unstoppable. "Scarlett, we're being overwhelmed!" I turned. Adrian was fighting beside me, his weapon raised, his face covered in blood. "Hold the line!" "We can't!" I raised my hand. The infected under my command surged forward. We met the Apex's forces in the center of the battlefield. The clash was apocalyptic. Thousands died in the first minute. Tens of thousands in the first hour. I killed. I killed with my bare hands. I killed with my blade. I killed with the power of the marker itself, sending waves of energy through the battlefield that tore through the Apex's forces like a scythe through wheat.