Become a Homelander and a Marvel superstar

It turns out that Tony didn't just sit idly by while he was being attacked.

He secretly used the few remaining floating cannons, using the entire arena as a canvas and crystal dust as wires, to cleverly carve out a large magical circuit board within the dense dust and mist!

"General!" Tony said calmly.

"Jarvis, switch to conventional power source and activate the Rune Protocol!"

Click.

The arc reactor on the armored chest completed the energy conversion in a flickering motion.

A dazzling light of runes shone from Tony's chest.

A massive amount of magical energy erupted from it, shooting straight into the magic array in mid-air.

boom!

The entire Crystal Valley suddenly lit up, and countless runes resonated in mid-air.

Rune Spell: Dagaz's Reversal! Activated!

Dagaz represents dawn, awakening, and the transformation of polarity.

With the amplification of the rune array, the power of this magic was magnified more than tenfold!

An invisible magical fluctuation swept across the entire body of the Steel Judge in the blink of an eye.

The polarity of energy gradually reverses.

The hellfire that seemed to burn within him could never be extinguished underwent a qualitative change under the influence of the polarity reversal curse.

The scorching hellfire transformed into frigid frost.

Click click click!

The ice spread at a visible speed, freezing the Steel Judge's limbs and torso firmly.

In the instantaneous alternation between extreme heat and extreme cold, even the indestructible hell armor of the Steel Judge became extremely vulnerable.

Tony released the Steel Judge and slowly stood up.

"Goodbye, buddy." He walked up to the steel judge, frozen into an ice sculpture, and sneered.

The palm cannon has been fully recharged.

"Take your junk and go to hell."

boom!

A high-energy pulse blasted onto the Steel Judge's visor.

click-

The already fragile visor exploded with a deafening roar, sending fragments flying in all directions.

Tony's palm cannon blazed again, ready to press his advantage and smash his opponent's head.

When the face hidden beneath the visor was exposed to the air and illuminated by the dazzling light of the palm cannon.

Tony was struck dumb.

His raised arm froze in mid-air, his lips trembling slightly as he said, "I take back that statement about 'having a son without shit'..."

The mask popped open automatically, revealing Tony's face, which was filled with disbelief.

The sounds of the whole world were fading away from him.

The shouts of the audience, the roar of energy, and Jarvis's alarm all disappeared.

His eyes were only on that face.

That face that left him forever on that winter night in 1991.

One of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the creator of Stark Industries.

His father.

Howard Stark.

"dad……?"

The entire room fell silent.

This call was transmitted to everyone's ears through the live broadcast.

The live stream thoughtfully included a close-up of the face.

The audience in the universe may not know what this means.

But billions of viewers around the world were stunned.

"Holy crap?! Who's that old man? Why does Iron Man call him 'Dad'?"

"I'm stunned, it really is old Stark! I still have a clipping of him on the cover of Time magazine hanging in my house!"

"Can anyone tell me who this old man is? Is he famous?"

"Kids! That's Iron Man's father! He made Captain America's shield!"

"What exactly did Thanos do? He dragged Tony's dead father out of hell and turned him into a demonic weapon?!"

"How are we supposed to fight like this? Do you expect Tony to kill his own father with his own hands?"

"That's too cruel, that damned demon!"

"This competition is unfair! Protest!"

"Howard..." Steve stared at his old friend's face on the big screen, his eyes blazing with rage. "Thanos...you bastard!"

"Good tactic." Azu sneered.

On the field.

Taking advantage of Tony's momentary lapse in concentration.

Howard's eyes blazed red, and he suddenly exerted his strength, breaking free from the icy restraint on his right arm.

Knife up and down.

A sharp blade pierced Tony's chest into the reactor.

boom!

The reactor exploded, sending sparks flying everywhere.

The magic circle, having lost its power supply, collapsed instantly.

"Ah!" Tony screamed and fell heavily to the ground.

The restraints have been lifted.

The frost on Howard's body quickly dissipated, and the hellfire reignited.

Having lost his motivation, Tony was now completely powerless to resist.

Howard strode forward, stomped on Tony's chest, and pinned him to the ground.

The blade, now reignited with hellfire, was once again aimed at Tony's head.

"Tony!" Steve roared, instinctively trying to rush into the arena, but was firmly blocked by the platform's barrier.

The earth was plunged into a state of mourning.

"Why would they do this! Would they even kill their own son?!"

Countless people closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing this tragic human tragedy.

They couldn't accept such a heartbreaking ending.

On the field.

Tony did not struggle.

He lay quietly on the ground, looking at the deadly blade above his head, and at his father's eyes, which were filled with madness and murderous intent.

There was no fear of death in his eyes; he only occasionally uttered the "secret code" that belonged only between Stark and his son:

"No one has ever been able to replace Howard Stark... except you, Tony."

This line was Howard's swan song, left on an old videotape before his death.

This is the deepest expectation that this father, who is not good at expressing his love, left for his son.

It was imbued with an unbreakable bond of blood, like a lightning bolt cleaving through hell, tearing apart the soul shackles imposed by Mephisto in a fleeting moment.

The raised sword froze in mid-air.

"Ugh... Ah..." Howard roared in pain, as if he were fighting against some unseen force.

Click.

The battle blade retracted into his arm, and the hellfire on his body quickly subsided.

The red light in his eyes dissipated, and his human clarity returned.

"Tony...my son."

He shakily moved his foot, bent down, and clumsily helped Tony up.

Tony's eyes were red as he looked at his father, who was standing close to him.

In this brutal arena, the father and son, who had transcended life and death, embraced each other tightly.

"Dad..." Tony's voice choked with emotion.

The entire arena fell silent; even the bloodthirsty cosmic raiders kept their mouths shut.

However, warmth is always fleeting.

Only a few seconds passed.

Howard's body convulsed.

He shoved Tony away and covered his face in pain.

Boom boom boom—

Hellfire burst forth again from the gaps in the armor.

The red light in his eyes began to surge back violently, gradually eroding the clarity in his eyes.

"Tony! Listen to me!"

Howard gripped Tony's shoulders tightly, using the last shred of his sanity to growl out.

"You are Earth's defense! Don't be like me, a coward manipulated by Mephisto!"

Tony was stunned, then shook his head frantically.

"No, I can't..."