Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics-Chapter 4354 - 3448: Midnight Sons (10)

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"Damn it, who?! "

Taking advantage of the moment the minotaur-like creature was dazed, Stark broke free. After swearing, he asked Jarvis, "Who is this guy?"

He waited for quite a while, but there was no response from Jarvis. Stark raised his voice and shouted, "Jarvis... Jarvis!!"

"Sorry, sir, Billy is crying, I have to take care of the child." A messy sound came from the headset, then it went completely silent.

Stark was stunned, shouting back, "Is this why I created you? So you could abandon me at a critical moment?! Jarvis!!"

No matter how he called, Jarvis didn't respond. Stark had to switch the mecha to manual operation mode and turned to look towards the light.

A hooded figure in a silver-white cape twirled the long staff in hand. The crescent-shaped magic wand traced a beautiful arc in the air, and the silver-white moonlight covered the entire battlefield like a thin veil.

"Wait a minute, why does this outfit look familiar?" Stark started brainstorming and then slowly widened his eyes.

"No way, is it what I think?!"

"Watch out!!!" Miles' shout came from the side. As Stark regained his senses, with a bang, he was knocked away by the minotaur-like creature.

Stark crashed heavily to the ground, but the creature didn't intend to let him go. A huge hand grabbed and directly clutched Stark's neck.

Stark snorted coldly, his reactor on the chest flashed bright.

Bzzz—Zzzla!!! A bright laser shot out from his chest. The minotaur-like creature couldn't dodge and got hit in one eye, wobbling backward, covering its eye with a scream.

Stark flipped over and got back on his feet, taking off again. Looking down at the creature, he said, "Someone once said my reactor was useless. They'll never understand the power of a laser directly fired from the reactor."

As the minotaur-like creature was hit, the gravity field was disrupted. Miles hurriedly got up, a strand of spider silk clung to a lamppost swinging over.

"What the heck is this creature?" Miles asked, "I was pinned to the ground, couldn't even get up."

"It's probably a magical creation." Stark pretended to understand as he said, "My magic core is on the way; I'll settle this in 20 seconds."

After the creature appeared, the crowd scattered in all directions, fleeing. But the police blocking the intersection thought they were intentionally trying to breach the line, pulling out their guns to aim at those running away.

The crowd was already panicking, and being stopped by the police triggered an even more intense stress response, caring for nothing as they tried to escape. Bang bang bang, several shots sounded, and Stark immediately knew it was bad.

He turned his head abruptly, just about to stop the police, only to see those who didn't make it out holding their heads, screaming furiously.

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"Aaooo!!!!"

A woman holding a banner slowly knelt down, making incoherent screams, her whole body trembling before her muscles started swelling.

"Stop her, stop her now!!" Stark was anxious. In the position where this woman was, police cars blocked all exits, and most people hadn't had time to escape. If she turned into a creature, she could crush three or four people with one step.

"Miles, tie her up!" Stark shouted.

The gravity field was gradually recovering. Miles struggled to extend his arm, a strand of spider silk clung to the woman's ankle, and then gave it a sharp pull. The not fully transformed woman fell to the ground.

Bang!

"Stop shooting!!"

When Stark shouted, it was too late. The police instinctively fired at the creature, which only further stimulated it and accelerated the transformation process. Within just two seconds, the woman's skin turned completely green.

Horns sprouted from both sides of her head. As Stark flew over, a massive creature almost identical to the previous minotaur appeared among the crowd.

Stark didn't know if the creature had the same gravity power, but he reacted at the fastest speed—he grabbed the creature's right leg and flew it into the sky.

The time was too short for Stark to increase engine output. At about 10 meters up, the gravity field took effect. The person and the creature plummeted down straight.

Stark let go, curled his body, ready to endure the impact. But the next moment, a white moonlight caught his battle armor, slowed his fall speed, and then tossed him aside. Stark rolled several times, dissipating most of the impact force.

With a thud, a huge shadow fell beside him. The ground trembled twice, and as Stark raised his head, a rotating new moon long staff, entwined with moonlight, flew over and pierced the minotaur creature's neck fiercely.

A white light beam was projected down from above, gathering into a figure. A silver-white hand guard grasped the staff, forcefully driving it down.

With a sizzle, blood splattered. Stark shielded that half of his faceguard with his hand, then got up from the ground.

From this angle, it seemed like the hood was empty, only a cold moonlight. But Stark sharply sensed he was smiling.

The staff was pulled out, and the minotaur creature, whose neck was severed, quickly reverted to the black man's original form. The wound on his neck didn't heal, but he evidently was still conscious.

Stark hurriedly bent down. The black man moved his mouth as if wanting to say something, but the blood choked him, making him unable to utter a word, showing an expression of extreme pain.

Stark clenched his fist, opened his mouth to say something, but saw mercury-like light pour down from the man's head, solidifying his blood and ferocious expression into a sculpture, then disappearing into the hazy moonlight.

The staff returned to the man's hand, with a misty white fog streaming through the center of the new moon, appearing mysterious and unreachable.

A flash of light in the horizon, Stark heard a familiar command. A mecha flew over behind him. Stark's gaze still fixed on the figure opposite him, but he turned away, took the magic core from the mecha's chest, and inserted it into his own chest.

In an instant, a thought seemed to click in Stark's mind. He merely gave a defiant glance at the hooded mysterious figure, then shot upwards, flying toward another minotaur creature.

Feeling the abundance of magic power, the world in Stark's eyes changed. He saw crystals emanating magic waves growing out of the minotaur-like creature's horns. They appeared to be the key to maintaining the creature's form and the gravity field.

The magic core made him completely immune to the gravity effects. The mecha traced an arc in the sky, and after aligning with the target, Stark manually disengaged the hand cannon lock and extended his hand toward the creature's horn.

The cannon muzzle opened, but what flew out was not a projectile, but a dazzling magic beam.

However, the creature seemed to have an unusual sense of vigilance. Its massive body twisted to the side, dodging Stark's magic laser.

But Miles seized the opportunity. With a roll on the ground, his spider silk launcher shot a sticky web, entangling the minotaur creature's waist.

Using his other hand to press the button on his wrist, the spider silk launcher detached. Miles grabbed the spider silk launcher and threw it towards Stark.

Stark caught on, skimming low, caught the spider silk launcher, and used the web to drag the minotaur creature into the sky.

The gravity field wasn't infinite in range. After flying over 20 meters with the creature, the field's influence disappeared.

The two Ghost Riders on the ground could finally get up. Johnny, with flame-emitting eyes, locked onto the minotaur creature, flames about to ignite, but Danny tackled him to the ground again.

"Stop! Johnny! You can't hurt people again!"

Miles had no time for their brotherly drama. Once he regained mobility, he quickly climbed to the building's rooftop and then went to the other side to watch the street scene below.

The crowd was still chaotically fleeing, and now the police weren't blocking them because they were too busy running for their lives. But all the police cars were stuck on the road, so the police could only run along with the crowd.

Amidst the fishlike swarm of people, Miles spotted a few suspicious individuals, who were not only stationary but also sitting in cars, filming something.

Miles' eyes turned, using the spider silk to swing down, hiding his movements among the chaotic crowd. He jumped from a street lamp onto the roof of a car.

As he leaned down to look, he saw a man's fearful expression. Miles grabbed the camera from his hands.

"Damn it! Give that back to me!!" the man roared, "There is evidence of their race massacre here!"

"Race massacre?" Miles repeated the term, still stretching his head from the car roof, looking at the man, "You call a superhero battle against monsters a race massacre?"

"What do you know! These white superheroes killed two black men! That's a race massacre!" shouted the male black man in the car.

"Leaving other things aside, are you sure all the superheroes are white?" Miles' spider eyes narrowed, and he said, "Your accent sounds way whiter than mine."

The man was stunned, looking at Miles in great shock. He only just realized that this new Spider-Man had a black accent?!

"Alright, pal, why don't you tell me what's really going on? Who sent you here? What exactly do they want?"

"I... Nobody sent me here, I just heard there's a black protest here and came to help!"

"Okay, since you're not willing to talk, I'll have to investigate the truth in a more 'black devil' kind of way."

Bam!

Stark flew the minotaur creature into the air. The creature couldn't fly, hanging mid-air on a tether, unable to dodge anywhere. Stark blasted off one of its horns with a hand cannon.

From the magic fluctuations, the gravity field disappeared. Not understanding what exactly was going on, Stark slowly descended, placing the creature on the ground.

The minotaur creature roared to its feet, charging at Stark. Stark waved his hand, a magic shield appeared in front of the mecha. The minotaur creature crashed into it, letting out a cry of misery.

Analytical data appeared in front of Stark's eyes, but some data were chaotic, obviously influenced by magic. Stark shook his head and said, "Alright, it seems I'll have to take you back."

Having said that, he didn't destroy the other horn, but ordered the mecha used to transport the magic core to fly over. The nano armor, upon contact with the minotaur creature's skin, turned into a fluid wrapping around it, gradually covering the entire creature, and then took it away.

Drawing back his gaze, Stark noticed the silver-white figure standing on the rooftop, with the moon hanging high above New York's night sky behind it.

Moonlight solidified, and the figure, accompanied by the light, appeared behind the two Ghost Riders. When the staff was swung up, Stark wanted to stop it, but he was too late.

Bang! Bang!

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