"The original time and space are converted to 23:53 in the evening." Jarvis's voice came to Stark's ear with meticulous sound, "You slept for three hours. ”

"Three hours ......," Stark groaned groggily as he seemed to feel some pain in his head, "it's not tomorrow morning yet...... Then what did you tell me to get up? ”

As he spoke, he drunkenly stretched himself up, and several white arms slipped down from his chest, Stark then remembered his situation as if he suddenly realized, he lifted the quilt, and sure enough, he saw several bumpy naked bodies sleeping on the side, exuding a charming spring light.

Some look familiar, and it seems to be ...... One of the hosts of the lovely aristocratic ladies at the banquet seemed to feel the cold wind from outside, and impatiently dragged the quilt back from Stark's hand in a daze, then turned over, and continued to sleep groggily again.

Stark suddenly felt his head grow again, not only from the consequences of his drunken sleep, but also to try to remember what had happened after the splinter last night.

But fortunately, with Jarvis here, his memories are more convenient.

A sumptuous medieval dinner...... The acrobatics of the servants and the beautiful singing voice, and the most important thing is those lovely and beautiful aristocratic ladies, Stark came to his senses, with his attractive appearance, and Daenerys gave him the status of a fox and a fake tiger, he quickly hooked up with several charming aristocratic ladies, and then left early, returned to the guest rooms in the inner castle, what to do next, then needless to say.

"Sir, sir." Jarvis reminded from the side, "Now is not the time to think about these issues, something is going on out there and it's troublesome." ”

But apparently. Jarvis is a qualified helper, always meticulous to protect Stark's safety, since coming to the unknown world of ice and fire, Stark has adjusted Jarvis's authority to the maximum, because human beings can't pay attention to everything, but machines can be fully set.

But Stark, who is the master. There's not so much realization, "Something, oh, trouble...... What trouble can there be? ”

He chattered as he crawled out of the pile of delicate flesh, found the shoes in the corner, put on the clothes scattered on the ground, pushed the door and walked out.

It was only as soon as he took a step that Stark stopped.

He is unreliable and unreliable. But he is a member of the superhero, and Stark's IQ will not tolerate him carelessly losing his life, and after experiencing many wars passively or actively, he stepped out of the room, and Stark immediately sensed the smell of danger in the air.

The silent corridor was empty, the cold ground shimmered with a dull stone sheen, and the torches hanging on both sides crumbled in the air, making the already dimly lit medieval corridor even more deadly and terrifying.

It's so quiet. Stark was wary, yes. It's too quiet, even if this is the central building of Storm's End, it can't be so quiet, the noisy banquets outside can't be heard, but there must be busy servants coming and going in the inner fort, but now. But it's like ...... But as if there was no one but himself, everyone was dead.

"Tell me what's going on outside." Stark immediately whispered to Jarvis in the headphones, and he slowly stepped out of the oak semicircular arch and looked cautiously along the wall.

No one. There are no traces of a battle either...... Wait, what is that, is it a corpse, is it a living person?

There was a figure half-leaning next to the dim wall, Stark looked back, hesitated, and then slowly moved along the wall, the room he was in was very remote, it seemed to be specially left for the convenience of the nobles, and there would be no servants passing by here.

The hallway ahead, too, was Stark fumbling ahead as he listened to Jarvis's report on the situation outside.

The round oak doors on both sides opened, and Stark saw that there were people inside, and they lay in a row with the faint sheen of the torches, not knowing whether to continue the same thing as before, or if something had happened.

He crouched down next to the figure, and then pulled out a small light source, "Miss, you ......"

Stark stopped halfway through speaking, because the figure in front of him half-leaning on the wooden door was lifeless, it was a complete corpse, her face was still quite right, but a long gap in her neck ruined it all, and purple-black blood gushed out of it, which had already congealed into a scab.

"I don't know how long I've been dead...... Stark said to himself, he is not afraid of the dead, as Iron Man, he has seen a lot of dead people, but he doesn't have the two hits of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, he can touch the corpse and judge the time.

Still, the wound on the corpse reminded him for a moment that the dangerous attack he had encountered outside Storm's End seemed to be the work of the same creature.

But at this time, Stark suddenly sniffed something unusual from the message Jarvis gave him, "You wait, you just said ...... How do meteorites react? He quickly interrupted Jarvis and asked.

"That's right, sir, the biological detector reflects that the meteorite contains a lot of biological energy, but the other instruments are responding normally, so it may be a misguided detection." Jarvis immediately explained unhurriedly.

"A meteorite could go wrong." Stark sneered, "Do all meteorites have detection errors?" ”

"That ......" Jarvis seemed to judge something from logic, but before the conversation between the two could end, he was interrupted by a sudden loud bang.

Just listen to "When!" With a loud bang, a fiery long sword seemed to cut off Stark's head, and slashed in from outside the oak door, but fortunately, at the most critical moment, Stark felt something and shrank his head down, otherwise the skull would definitely become two petals at this time, but Rao was like this, there were still strands of hair that were cut off, and the top of the head also exuded a smell of burning.

"Damn it!" Stark now didn't care about the hatred that ruined his image, and ran to the side, that strange creature was only gone for one night, and the dagger had been upgraded to a long sword?

Although Stark is a little casual, he is still very serious when fighting, after all, his own life is at stake. He ran into the distance without looking back, and called out to Jarvis anxiously, "My suit, lock it with me." ”

There was a loud bang behind him, and the not-so-solid wooden door flew in response, kicking up large clouds of wood chips and smoke. There was a little flame burning, and Stark saw a figure in the smoke, which made him breathe a sigh of relief and become more angry.

If it was that kind of weird creature, maybe he was a little worried, but now ...... As long as you put on the steel suit, then the other party is definitely not your opponent.

However, it seems that the misfortune is not alone, and Stark's inner fort suddenly began to tremble violently, and Stark, who was unsteady on his feet, almost fell to the side. He hurriedly held on to the wall, then asked urgently, "What's going on outside, Jarvis, what's going on outside." ”

Several large meteorites were blocked by Kai Neng, so they did not hit the walls of the inner fort, although there were a few fist-sized meteorites that slipped through the net to hit the inner fort, but its foundation was very stable. I didn't feel even the slightest trembling, otherwise Stark wouldn't have slept so deeply.

The main thing is that these things are not real meteorites yet. It's just a meteor-like existence summoned by magic, otherwise if it's a real meteorite, it only needs one to destroy the peninsula where Storm's Breath is located.

"The situation is unknown." Jarvis's voice was still calm, and he said indifferently, "Ruling out the possibility of a meteorite attack." Excluding the influence of external forces, it may be that there is a problem with the groundwater facilities of the Wind's Rest Fort. ”

Stark cursed again, if the inner fort was to collapse, although he would not be buried with him, it would be difficult for others to say. Sensing that the pieces of armor were about to fly, Stark stopped and decided that he would be able to save one in a moment.

A figure in the distance followed, and as he pursued it, the unknown visitor became clear, his steps so light and swift that Stark couldn't even tell if he was walking or gliding.

However, when he turned the hallway and formally faced Stark, Stark's expression suddenly changed drastically and changed to a look of disbelief.

"God, oh no, damn it, damn God." Stark stepped back a little unrelentingly, for the man who appeared not far in front of him looked like himself, or rather himself when he was at the banquet.

A well-made suit with carefully selected cufflinks has a playboy flavor and a good color in Stark's opinion, but such a costume should not have appeared in the backward Middle Ages of A Song of Ice and Fire.

Not to mention, behind this person there is also a pair of wings that have been folded up due to the lack of spacing in the corridors, and at this time his identity is already about to be revealed, an angel!

However, the long sword in his hand that exudes a scorching temperature, and his handsome, but murderous face, no matter how you look at it, you don't look ill-intentioned.

He also saw Stark, so after jogging two steps, his wings were slightly forced, and his figure suddenly became faster, instantly shortening the distance between him and Stark.

"Not good!" Stark also noticed the angel's acceleration, at this speed, he would soon be close to his side, and the steel suit may not have been assembled yet, Stark didn't want to use his neck to compare with the oak door, try the long sword in his hand, so he turned around and continued to run.

But this time he was unlucky, and before he could take a step out of his leg, he fell to the ground with a thud, and a slender arm grabbed his ankle firmly, tripping Stark in place.

This arm is not that strange magical creature, neither withered nor charred, it is an ordinary person, but it is covered with black spots, Stark looked along the arm and saw that the owner of the arm was a young woman, but this woman did not look like a human at this time.

Her face was so puffy that it seemed as if she had been soaked in water for three days and three nights, her eyes were white, and her face and neck were covered with the markings of the same black silk threads.

"Let go, let go!" Faced with this obviously not living guy, Stark no longer showed mercy and began to kick the arm hard, but the arm was very strong, firmly grasping his ankle.

"What the is this!" Seeing the angel come in a hurry, Stark couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, and now this zombie-like thing grabbed him to death, and the steel suit was too late to rush over.

Although it does have the atmosphere of a horror movie or a zombie movie at this time, Stark is not an ordinary person in a horror movie, he is a superhero, and what superheroes are best at is to save the day.

Faced with the danger of his master, Jarvis immediately contacted the inside of the steel suit, and then the locking system of the steel suit quickly found a heat source on the outer wall of the castle, locking Stark's position inside, God or ...... Lady Luck still gave Stark a chance, and that was where he and the angel were at this time, just a wall away from the outside of the Inner Fort.

Without hesitation, the steel suit controlled by the empty man raised the blaster under the command of Jarvis, and then accurately hit the perimeter of the inner fort, and a wave of restrained air swept in, instantly breaking the wall between Stark and the angel.

The angel's sword had been erected, and when it was almost in front of Stark, the attack of the blaster also arrived, and the attack that pierced Stark's heart was terminated, and the angel had no time to dodge, and only made a movement to retract his wings in front of him to defend, and was instantly crushed backwards by the impact with this heat wave.

The outer wall and the inner wall were overwhelmed with a large hole at the same time, although Stark's impact weapon was self-studied, but the power should not be underestimated, after all, Stark Industries started with weapons, this small impact cannon not only contains amazing burning, but can also burst out with an impact that is no less than that of a high-explosive bomb.

The billowing waves of air reduced everything behind the wall to rubble, and the corridor of the inner fort suddenly collapsed in half, but fortunately, Jarvis's calculation ability was extremely strong, and his shooting ability was also very accurate, so this attack almost wiped Stark's hair, just hit the angel in motion without hurting him, and even the collapsed wall was not the side he was on.

The steel suit finally came to Stark's side, and after precise locking, it began to attach without slowing down, first the breastplate, then the arm armor, then the leg mask, etc., and when it was the turn of the right leg, the right leg armor also smashed the arm that grabbed Stark away, and then attached to it.

The power of the steel suit is not comparable to that of a human, the creature that seems to be a zombie can't resist and flies out, and when all the suits are assembled, Stark has changed from a weak human to a member of the Avengers, the superhero Iron Man.

The thruster under his feet was forced, and Stark's figure flew out of the rubble in an instant, he didn't know if the angel was completely dead, but the small space was not conducive to his play.

But...... Space issues can be put aside for now, because as Stark flew into the sky, it immediately seemed that something was not going well.

There were seven or eight of the same angels gathered around, and they were quietly suspended here, and the two female angels closest to him were still staring at him coldly.

Swallowing his saliva, Stark said hello with some difficulty, "Hi! Belle. (To be continued......)