"Wait." Wanda looked quietly on the side for a while, and couldn't help but stop Michael when he was about to put on his helmet and link the Godslayer armor.

Although she doesn't know any neurology, let alone a mechanical engineer, this does not prevent her from knowing the risks involved.

After all, this is an alien technology that none of them understands - not only that, it is an ancient super technology that even aliens do not understand. Who knows whether this golden big guy will have any impact on the driver?

Or, if Michael really activated this armor and became the owner recognized by the "God Slayer"... what would that person who possessed the power of even Gods could despise himself?

Michael understood her concerns. He patted Wanda on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you know I never do anything unsure."

Wanda hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and didn't say anything.

In fact, it was not only Wanda, but almost everyone present had complicated expectations for what was about to happen next. Tony was also curious whether Michael was really the person designated by the Godslayer, because it seemed to indirectly prove whether Michael was the true descendant of the Stark family. Needless to say, 451 was devoted to the plan of the Godslayer, and he devoted his greatest ideals to it. He was almost sure that Michael was the right person, the perfect human that he personally modulated with his own genes many years ago.

As everyone was watching, Michael closed his eyes and gently put on the silver helmet.

The entire cabin was quiet.

For the next few minutes, time seemed to be still, and the gas circulating in the cockpit seemed to solidify. No one spoke, as if everyone was afraid that rashly making noise would interrupt Michael's thoughts and interfere with his links. Everyone just waited quietly, watching him around, hoping that the machine under his feet would suddenly roar and stand up.

But nothing happened.

It was invisible to everyone's eyes, but for Michael, these few minutes were as long as a century. He could feel the cold touch entered his consciousness like a probe, and then his thinking poured into the Godslayer's host like water pumped away.

When consciousness interacted with the "God Slayer", he clearly and intuitively felt how huge and profound knowledge was buried in this armor.

Michael felt like a stone, and where he was in a dark sea. Programs written by complex alien languages ​​built an unimaginable huge network in this machine, with data interacting, and countless subprograms circulating forever for billions of years.

Although it seemed magical to say it, Michael really felt that this set of armor was like a living thing. By accessing this system, he seemed to hear the machine whispering to him and telling him something. The knowledge recorded in ancient languages ​​that had long been extinct, the technological foundation that created the technological foundation that countered the weapons of gods, and all those that were stuffed into the core of this machine by the Luo Mulun people, which enabled it to obtain the supreme name of "God Slayer", and everything was poured into his brain.

After a long time, Michael slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to have become slightly different.

"What?" 451 is the most impatient of everyone, just like the person who is about to obtain the right to drive this machine is not Michael but himself, "Have you succeeded? Have you activated the Godslayer?"

Michael took off the cockpit's sensing helmet and glanced at him expressionlessly.

"No, 451." He said, "As you see, my brain is linked into the telepathic field, I connect to the Godslayer system, but nothing happens. The Godslayer denies my access, and I am not the right person."

Things seemed to be certain. Michael put on his helmet and linked the mecha, but nothing happened. So either the calculation of 451 was wrong, the "perfect human" he designed was a failure after all, and in the end no one could start the "God Slayer"; or he was wrong, neither Tony Stark nor Michael were the person he was looking for, and there was another person who helped Howard Stark give birth to the child.

Tony and Wandazi breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Michael's attempt fail.

Tony was glad that Michael was not his brother after all, which meant that his life might not be entirely false. Wanda was happy for Michael's failure to start the Godslayer. She didn't know that if she really obtained that divine power, Michael would still be the person she knew.

But for 451, he was a failure anyway. He failed to create that perfect human, nor did he create the ultimate Avenger who can achieve cosmic peace with one person.

It has been five hundred years, and he has been working hard for this moment for a full five hundred years.

He was originally just a recorder, and he was born to witness. However, at a certain moment five hundred years ago, after recording the fall of countless worlds, he decided that this was not enough. Just witnessing had no meaning.

When the seeds of thought are generated in the brain entangled by robotic circuits, it can no longer be suppressed. It is like a cancer that sprouts and roots quickly and spreads. It was originally born in a small alien world, a backward planet that has been ignored by most civilizations. On that planet, a charming new species was nurtured, beautiful, with great potential, and a glorious future full of infinite possibilities.

451 Originally arrived to record this brand new species and observe their future, but not long after he left, the Skrulls came-they decided that the fur of this race was very attractive.

The result is that when 451 comes back next time, he walks among piles of innocent lives that have been peeled. The corpse that has lost its beautiful skin has no more beauty and no future.

But are the Skrulls evil? From their perspective, it may not be necessary. There is no absolute distinction between creatures of different races, but only the strong and the weak. The universe is vast, but such horrifying things happen every day, just like an unwritten rule that no one can change.
Chapter completed!