At the New York Sanctum, Tony Stark faced a serious crisis—and he wasn't feeling well.
The attackers emerged as classic hellish beasts: three-headed dogs, two-headed dragons, hydras, Leviathans—massive creatures with thick hide, high magic resistance, and monstrous endurance.
Wizards unleashed synchronized Avada Kedavra curses, hoping to neutralize them in one strike. Instead, the spells merely charred their flesh. The beasts shook off the trauma and transformed into more ferocious forms. Their rage was stoked by the magical assault.
Mages quickly adapted. One group raised Seraphim shields, while another followed behind, chanting destructive spells—Thunder of Bosat, Shadowless Divine Sword, Fierce Fire curses—all within expanded mirror space.
These hell-creatures shrugged off most spells easily. Only divine magic powered by the Vishanti triad had any consistent effect. The Thunder of Bosat—a golden thunderball—proved lethal if it connected. Unfortunately, only a handful of wizards had mastered that spell.
With wave after wave of attacks, the frontline shields began cracking. Enemies streamed in from dimensional breaches every few seconds, their numbers seemingly infinite.
Tony shed his transformation spell. His huge armor reformed into a towering mech more than ten meters tall. He descended into the fray, decapitating creatures with sweeping laser blasts.
Natasha jumped atop a shield, twirled her spear, and rallied the Black Order forces. "Ladies, show them what we've got!"
Yelena leapt forward, hooking and slicing massive heads off a three-headed beast while dodging its remaining heads. Fewer than a hundred women in black temporarily stalled the demonic wave.
That break gave mages time to regroup. Some wielded Crimson Chains of Cyttorak or brandished the Sword of Vishanti and Ring of Raggador—every available tool used with fierce determination.
Kamar‑Taj's mages fought harder than most—they truly had warrior spirits.
Tony quipped mid-battle: "Who is the lord behind all this hell? Why do all his minions need extra heads to brag?"
Banner's voice crackled over comms: "Tony, maybe you should join him—at least you'd make conversation."
"I'm serious! I'm obviously the serious one!" Tony retorted, carving through another dragon's neck—but got bitten on his armored arm.
The fungal armor tore under pressure, but Tony's internal systems activated. Signals triggered the nanofungus within Mark 10's armor, wrapping the dragon in hyphae. Within seconds, the beast was reduced to bones, its dimensional energy absorbed and used to strengthen the armor.
"That's... brutal," Tony muttered, shaking off the remains. "But mercy doesn't win wars."
Banner asked: "Tony?"
"I think I've found our secret weapon," Tony replied, eyes alight.
"Everyone, fall back!" he suddenly instructed. "Raise the magic barrier—now!"
Black-suited agents retreated. Though hesitant at first, the mages followed once the shield formed and pressure eased.
Tony, still holding two hellish beasts, called out: "Get ready—the next part will blow your minds!"
Black mycelium erupted from his fingertips, engulfing both creatures. Powered by the Ten Rings, the fungus penetrated dimensional defenses and devoured the creatures in seconds. The armor expanded in size.
"Jarvis, activate the Ten Rings to maximum output," Tony commanded.
"Affirmative," Jarvis responded.
In unison, Tony and Jarvis fueled the fungal armor. The black-and-gold suit disintegrated, unleashing a tsunami of fungal growth across the mirror dimension—like viscous oil spreading over the ground.
Unlike conventional fire, this mycelium consumed hellish life directly—not oxygen. Monsters were unprepared for the creeping infection.
Within moments, every last creature streaming through the portals was encased, consumed, turned to dry bones. Mark 10 grew even larger as it absorbed their energy. Latest content published on novel·fiɾe·net
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