I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 572 [3 chapters combined into 1] Bull Warrior: You're a womanizer who neglects his frie

He shoved the blonde beauty, who was standing right in front of him, with such force that she staggered several steps before regaining her balance. His heart pounded in his chest, and the hazy intoxication from the mead dissolved like bubbles in the face of this palpitation.

It was at this moment that the fragrant aroma that filled the bathhouse suddenly became pungent.

The flower petals that had just been fragrant now smelled like rotting sulfur.

The sweetness that should have belonged to mead now tasted bitter at the back of his tongue, causing Thor to frown.

The women who had been rudely rejected by Thor were still acting as if nothing had happened, smiling and surrounding him.

However, their eyes, without anyone noticing, had become sharp and empty, and faintly emitted a dark green light.

Clearly, Thor didn't suddenly return to his homeland. Rather, he was busy gathering strength, and in a moment of carelessness, he fell victim to Amora's illusion!

"Amora! How dare you mock me—!!!"

Having grasped this, Thor's eyes widened in fury. The power of Thor surged forth from within him like a burst dam. Blinding blue-white arcs of electricity erupted from every pore of his body.

In the blink of an eye, the entire bathhouse was reduced to dust by the thunder.

The beauties who were surrounding him were also distorted and deformed in the flashes of electricity, their smiling faces shattering into pieces of dark green light.

Finally, accompanied by Thor's thunderous roar, the entire illusion space trembled violently as he roared, shattering into millions of dark green fragments like a mirror struck by a hammer.

The sweet aroma of mead was replaced by the smoke-filled air of the battlefield. The warm marble beneath my feet turned back into the cold alloy floor.

Meanwhile, in a dark corner, Amora raised her hand to her forehead, feeling the intense backlash from the illusion she had cast on Thor being forcibly broken.

This made her frown, and she had to admit that Thor had indeed grown a lot compared to the loud and boisterous boy she remembered.

This illusion was specially tailored for Thor. It used the most realistic sensory experience to satisfy all his desires, then pulled him deeper and deeper, layer by layer.

If it were a reckless prince from hundreds of years ago, who only knew how to drink and fight?

Without help from others, let alone breaking free, they would likely have become completely absorbed and unable to extricate themselves. In the end, they would lose their self-awareness and become slaves at Amora's beck and call.

But now, Thor has actually broken free from all the temptations of the illusion in such a short time! Amora couldn't help but turn her head and look at Thor with newfound respect.

But Amora didn't care.

With Riley present, Amora had no hope that the illusion could keep Thor trapped indefinitely.

Although the process was somewhat unexpected, some time had passed between Thor falling for the illusion and breaking free of its effects.

This amount of time was enough for her to interrupt Thor's spellcasting and also enough for her to do more things on other people.

Thinking this, she shifted her gaze from Thor to Tony, who had just been affected by the illusion.

During their previous encounter, Amora, who seemed to be releasing attacks casually, had actually unknowingly damaged the magic defense module on Tony's body.

In this way, even if Tony is completely covered by the Iron Man suit, to Amora, who is good at manipulating minds, it is no different from a gift that has been prepared and is waiting for Amora to open it!

Therefore, as Amora, relying on Riley's high-speed movement ability, suddenly appeared next to Tony and exhaled a breath of green mist filled with a strange fragrance, Tony, who was originally about to fire a palm cannon at Amora, was suddenly suspended in mid-air, his hands hanging down.

The next second, as Tony's pupils trembled repeatedly, everything that came into view began to change drastically!

At that moment, he felt as if he had returned to the Middle East, to that dark, damp cave. Standing before him were countless enemies.

Each one of them was a masked terrorist who had nearly killed him in the desert. They even carried weapons bearing the Stark Industries logo, grinning as they discussed whether to kidnap Pepper or Obadiah first... until they imprisoned everyone Tony cared about, forcing him to make them better and stronger weapons to harm more innocent people and unleash his malice upon them.

Even beneath their feet lay a blood-soaked head that Tony recognized all too well.

That's Riley's head.

His eyes were still open, filled with terror and resentment. His lips were slightly parted, as if he were calling Tony's name for help before he died.

His face was covered in mud and dark red bloodstains, and the wound on his forehead was still oozing dark red blood, which pooled on the ground and dampened the rough dust of the cave floor.

Due to excessive blood loss, the side of his face had turned ashen, and a wound from a blunt instrument tear remained.

Even to Tony, the wound still seemed to twitch slightly, as if Riley had only recently been murdered and was still maintaining the most basic muscle responses.

"Rai... Riley?! You bastards... How... How dare you...!!!!"

This caused his breathing to quicken suddenly, and his blood rushed to his brain as if it had been ignited. His heart rate and blood pressure synchronized in his chest cavity, and with each contraction, the energy output curve of the arc reactor fluctuated violently on the helmet display.

"Sir, your heart rate is abnormally high. We suggest you... Wait, sir, what do you need to do? That's over there...!"

Jarvis also noticed that something was wrong with Tony, and his voice came through the helmet, trying to bring Tony back to his senses.

But Tony, lost in the illusion, was no longer listening.

His powerful mental magic blocked his sensory perception of the real world.

His brain was deceived.

What his eyes saw were all the tragic futures that he feared most deep in his heart.

the most important is……

In Tony's eyes, who usually seems carefree and irresponsible...

The reason the situation has deteriorated to such a terrible degree is entirely my own fault for not working hard enough and for not having enough prepared countermeasures!

It's all Tony Stark's fault!

"Die! All of you, die—!"

Finally, Tony, his nerves stretched to the limit, roared through clenched teeth. The Iron Man suit's weapon systems, driven by Tony's will, once again opened fire at full power!

Completely disregarding his own safety and using all his energy for offense, the density of the barrage even exceeded the peak firepower he had when intercepting Amora's magic missiles!

This time, however, Tony's target was no longer Amora, who was right next to him...

It includes Peter, Tony, Jackie Chan, Little Snake, and Bull Warrior, and even the District 13 agents and snipers lying in ambush across the building... everyone who is an enemy of Amora!

Because of Amora's mind control, Tony sees his reliable teammates, who have shared life and death with him, as monstrous and hateful terrorists!

"Ugh! So unlucky, so unlucky, so unlucky—!!!!!"

At first, as Tony, Thor, and Peter took turns joining the battle, Jackie Chan, who thought that this battle of gods was no longer something for him, a "weak" archaeologist, to do, started thinking about what to eat for dinner.

Then he heard Tony's angry shouts, and no matter how he looked at it, Tony seemed to be aiming directly in his direction. Uncle Long's heart skipped a beat. While shouting, he ignored the reactions of others, reached out and grabbed Little Snake by the waist, pulling her behind the nearest cover.

As soon as the two rolled into the bunker, Tony's repulsion cannon beam grazed the edge of the bunker and blasted a huge hole through the wall behind them! Debris flew everywhere, hitting the bunker with a clang, and several pieces of concrete flew over the top of Cheng Long's head, bouncing several times on the ground next to him.

However, just as Uncle Long and the little snake narrowly escaped the attack...

Hearing Uncle Long's shout, the bewildered Bull Warrior instinctively turned his head to see what was going on.

Then, he saw a blue-white beam of light rapidly growing larger in his eyes.

"Oh my God—!!!!!"

The bull warrior's voice rose to an unprecedented height. Fueled by an adrenaline surge, he used both hands and feet to leap to the other side at unprecedented speed, causing the energy beam to barely graz his calf before landing on the alloy floor behind him.

Before the bull warrior could even catch his breath, a barrage of small missiles rained down on him, following his dodge trajectory. Startled, the bull warrior scrambled off the ground and lunged to the right. He slid several meters along the ground, his belly barely touching the surface, and his head nearly had a "passionate encounter" with one of the missiles.

After he had completely lost his composure, dodging and weaving through a hail of bullets until he was covered in soot and dirt, and finally took refuge in the cover where Uncle Long and Little Snake were, his mask was badly torn, revealing most of his terrified face. His black sleeveless shirt was now a tattered, beggar-like garment. He looked like a survivor who had just crawled out of a Middle Eastern battlefield.

On the other hand, Uncle Long and Little Snake, who were hiding behind the cover, were also covered in dust from the shock, but at least their clothes were not torn and their flesh was not injured.

Uncle Long even managed to peek out from the edge of the bunker from time to time, glance at the situation outside, and secretly select usable retreat routes, assuming that the bunker could not hold out.

Completely unaware that, after letting out a sigh of relief, Bull Warrior was gazing resentfully at Uncle Long's retreating figure and patting him on the shoulder.

"...Shh...Stop it, little snake, be quiet, don't get caught...Really, stop it, I...Aaaah! Bull Warrior! Why are you standing behind me without saying a word? It's scary...Wait, why do you look so bad? Did you run into some troublesome opponent?"

At first, Uncle Long thought that the little snake was causing him trouble, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

Uncle Long only realized something was wrong when the hand on his shoulder didn't loosen its grip, and the strength and size of the hand were clearly far greater than that of the small snake.

But just as he turned around, about to say something, the bull warrior's face, blackened by gunpowder, was pressed directly against Uncle Long's. Startled, Uncle Long let out a scream and jumped back half a step.

It wasn't until they clearly saw the identity of the person in front of them and confirmed that he was neither an enemy nor some demon or monster that had suddenly appeared.

Uncle Long patted his chest to calm his pounding heart, then complained to the Bull Warrior with a hint of grievance.

"Bull Warrior! Why are you standing behind me without saying a word? It's scary... Wait, why do you look so disheveled? Did you run into some troublesome opponent?"

Upon hearing this, the Bull Warrior's lips twitched, and he was so angry that he laughed on the spot.

Without saying a word, he raised his thick arm, which was covered in scratches, pointed to his shirt that was now full of holes, then to Uncle Long who was unharmed, and finally stopped his finger on the little snake that Uncle Long was protecting behind him, and said through gritted teeth, word by word.

"...You're such a womanizer who neglects his friends!"

"Who?"

"you!"

"What about me?"

"Prioritizing romance over friendship!"

"I'm attracted to beauty...?"

"right!"

"Still treating friends lightly...?"

"yes!"

"What are you talking about?!"

At first, when faced with the indignant accusations from Bull Warrior, Uncle Long subconsciously took a step to the side, thinking that Bull Warrior was talking about someone else.

After taking a step to the left and then a step to the right, he realized that the Bull Warrior had been staring straight at him the whole time. Uncle Long's eyes widened, and he pointed to his big nose with an incredulous expression, looking like he was saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

When Bull Warrior saw that Uncle Long was still pretending to be stupid even now, he was furious. He ripped off his tattered shirt, threw it on the ground, and complained bitterly.

"You have the nerve to ask me? When that volley of cannon fire came, you grabbed Little Snake and darted away! You didn't even bother with me!"

"...Didn't I shout?"

"I was almost blown into the air and flew off! And you didn't even scream!"

After speaking, the Bull Warrior turned around and showed Uncle Long all the scorch marks from the laser and the scratches from the needles on his body. Every movement was like presenting physical evidence in a courtroom.

Jackie Chan was so shocked by his shout that he took two steps back, shrank his shoulders guiltily, his facial features scrunched up, and turned to the little snake with a pleading look.

But the little snake revealed a wicked smile. Instead of speaking up for Uncle Long, it nodded seriously and succinctly pointed out Uncle Long's "crimes".

"You definitely didn't shout."

As she spoke, she raised her hand to rub the back of her head, wrinkled her nose, and deliberately put on a pitiful look.

"And my head still hurts."

"Huh? Why?"

"You did it!"

Just as Uncle Jackie Chan instinctively reenacted the famous scene from "The Glorious Era".

Deceived by the false future, Tony, whose consciousness has completely sunk into the illusion, has become bloodthirsty.

His teeth clenched so tightly he was practically grinding, viewing every target scanned by his Iron Man suit as an enemy. He naturally assumed that all superheroes had fallen, and that he was the world's last hope.

Driven by a mad, death-defying mentality, the Arc Reactor's energy output curve, as Tony relentlessly pushed it to its limits, had already soared into the red alert zone.

Jarvis's voice echoed the warning of the weapon system overheating over and over again in the helmet.

But all Tony could hear were the nauseating laughs of the terrorists inside the cave. All he could see was the bloodied head rolling at their feet, kicked around like a football, subjected to wanton humiliation.

"Not enough...not enough!"

Consumed by rage, Tony roared and pushed the output power of his palm cannon beyond the safe threshold. The blue-white repulsion cannon beam changed from continuous sweeping to a near-violent continuous pulse.

The laser emitter on his right arm, amidst the screeching sound of the overloaded cooling system, swept across once more. The ammunition counter of the needle launcher on his left arm had long since reached zero, but he was still futilely pulling the trigger. The clicking sound of the firing pins striking the empty air, mixed with the roar of the cannon fire, further highlighted Tony's madness at this moment!

Even more deadly is...

Tony clearly felt the firepower he was unleashing wasn't ferocious enough. Risking his life, he forcibly activated the "Eight-Point Light Protocol"! He raised his hand, lifting a high-speed spinning energy circular saw, aiming it at the three men below, who were still arguing!

"Sir! The weapon system temperature has exceeded the safety limit and must be shut down immediately for maintenance! Otherwise, continuing will cause the arc reactor to overload, or even explode on the spot!"

Jarvis's voice, at this moment, also carried a rare hint of urgency.

But Tony remained deaf to their pleas, gritting his teeth and shoving the thrusters to their limit. The armor, trailing a blue-white tail of flame, gripped the terrifying lightsaber and hurtled straight towards where Uncle Dragon and his companions were.

Fortunately, the completely crazed Tony hadn't flown very far before a red and blue streak of light struck him from the side, forcefully stopping his continued dive. He missed his target.

That was Peter, who, seeing that Uncle Long and the others were in danger, had to abandon his search for Amora's true form and was forced to return to defend and intercept them!

Of course, in order to get close to Tony as soon as possible, Peter, despite his spider-sense warning, took the laser beam that Tony's right arm swept towards him head-on.

The laser swept diagonally across Peter's suit from left to right, like a sharp blade, melting a charred gash in the nanomaterials. Even Peter's chest was burned with a bloody, mangled wound.

Despite the pain, Peter, his forehead dripping with cold sweat, continued charging toward Tony at the same speed.

Peter's hands, as if cast in bronze and iron, together with Tony's arms, held Tony tightly in his embrace. Only then, clinging to a last shred of hope, did Peter shout loudly, trying to awaken Tony's mind.

"Tony! Wake up! It's me! You've been under Amora's spell! Just like Max did! Everything you're seeing is fake!!!"

As he shouted, Peter also launched webs to bind Tony tightly. At the same time, he channeled the Prince's energy to cast a freezing spell on Tony.

However, because Amora had recently suffered greatly from the "immobilization spell" during close combat with Peter, she not only applied mind control to Tony but also added an extra layer of magical protection.

This resulted in Peter's immobilization spell not only failing to work on Tony, but also activating the Mark III's alarm system.

Despite Jarvis being immune to illusions as an artificial intelligence, he immediately tried to warn Tony.

But under the influence of the illusion, the steady electronic voice sounded to Tony as the radio noise the terrorists in the cave were using to confuse him.

Even Peter's shouts were distorted into a defiant roar! His form transformed into a humanoid spider monster covered in hair and with three pairs of abdominal legs!

This made Tony, who was deeply trapped in the illusion, even more convinced that the menacing humanoid spider monster in front of him was definitely his enemy!

The fact that it was just shooting spider silk at him, trying to bind and pack him up, take him back and eat him, is the best evidence!

"Come on! You monsters! I will not yield—!!!"

As Tony roared in fury, the armor's thrusters, driven by Tony, operated at maximum power, carrying Peter up and down in the air, trying to break free of Peter's restraints.

Soaring straight up to 90,000 miles, it reached an altitude of 10,000 meters where the air was thin. From there, it swooped back down to the helipad. Then, like a stunt show, it darted and flew through the interior of Stark Industries.

Each sharp turn was intended to throw Peter off his feet.

But Peter's hand remained firmly gripped onto Tony. His overwhelming brute force, combined with Spider-Man's own bio-field of attraction, meant that no matter how hard Tony tried, he couldn't break free from Peter's control!

"It's no use! Peter! The man's current state of consciousness is very similar to when Max lost control. All external information is being distorted into hostile and detrimental messages! And with such intense combat, the arc reactor in the man's chest is already in an extremely unstable state! Please stop the man before everything spirals out of control, save him!"

At the same time, Jarvis's voice, unusually tinged with urgency and unease, came through the communication channel, echoing in Peter's ears. He also shared the Mark III's self-test data, showing Peter Tony's current dire situation.

"I'm thinking of something... Oh my god?!"

Upon hearing this, Peter hadn't even had a chance to comfort Jarvis when he suddenly felt a burning sensation on the arms that were wrapped around Tony.

It turns out that in order to force Peter to let go, Tony went so far as to shut down the entire suit's cooling system!

The result of the reactor being continuously powered by nuclear fusion and operating at high load without the aid of a cooling system is that the core temperature curve on Jarvis's monitoring panel is visibly rising!

The heat spread rapidly along the inner metal frame of the suit throughout the entire Mark III armor!

In just the time it takes to breathe, Mark III turned into a scorching furnace with a hissing sound!

Even the surface of the battle suit turned a fiery red at a speed visible to the naked eye, a red so intense it could distort the air itself!