Lord of the Light

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Life is like a roller coaster. There are climaxes and underestimations, as well as start and end points!

And Tony Stark feels that he has entered his twilight years. Although he has not reached that age, it can even be said that his age is the sublimation stage of marriage and family, and this is true.

Inheriting his father’s Stark industry, countless arms have gained a wonderful life in his own hands. Stark industry has become stronger and stronger, and he has developed a new set of modern technological warfare under desperate circumstances. Yi has become the well-known Iron Man.

Punish rape and eliminate evil. Because of the appearance of Iron Man, the crime rate in the world has dropped a lot. With this, the name Tony Stark can be recorded in the annals of history.

Of course, there are always regrets in life. For example, Tony is worrying about his offspring.

"I really hope which female celebrity or female model is pregnant with my child!" Tony wore a red armor and carried a can of white beer in his hand. After speaking, Gululu drank it all in one breath.

From his neck, black lines spread up along the blood vessels, about to extend to his brain.

Palladium poisoning, a poisoning phenomenon that is almost impossible to occur in the human body, because the toxicity of oral palladium is very small, but the toxicity of intravenous injection will be seventy times, and Tony’s chest makes him the Ark reaction furnace link of Iron Man With his body, as it moves, palladium will continue to enter his body.

In other words, as long as he is still Iron Man, his life span will not be very long.

In this case, he explained everything he had, and handed over a series of treasured works to the Boy Scouts, a part of Stark Industries shares to Pepper, and even his most important battle clothes to his friends. .

After doing all this, he feels relieved. He indulges himself, drinks, eats burgers on the rooftop, sleeps on the street, and experiences a different life.

The same is true today, walking staggering on the street. It is already two o’clock in the morning. Even some street lights on the streets of New York have been turned off. The whole street is dim and there is no pedestrian. The only voice is yourself. The "creaking" sound of his armor walking.

He lowered his head and walked aimlessly like this, but suddenly, a bright yellow light shone into his eyes, and the sudden light caught him off guard, and both of them blocked it with his hands.

"Oh! Shet! Who will turn on the high beam on the road at night? Are you afraid of being deducted?" Tony cried out strangely, and looked through the gap in his palm.

But it's not a car, but a...church?

Yes, Tony is sure that his eyes are not flowery, but the church in front of him is indeed a bit weird. It opens the door and golden light shines from it, giving people a very warm feeling. Under such light, Tony feels that he has sobered up. Up.

The building of this church is very simple, with a red and white floor made of marble and an extremely smooth ceiling that was whitewashed, and a few words are engraved on the door of the church.

Holy Light Church of Worship!

"Holy Light? What sect is this? And it's so late, even if the gods don't rest, the god clubs won't rest?" Thinking of the knowledge in his mind, Tony walked in.

The decoration in the church is no different from other churches. There are rows of benches and prayer tables. The only difference is that above the prayer table in the hall, there is not a Jesus in a red robe and white shirt, but a...

A knight wearing a golden armor and holding a huge sword.

what is this?crusader?

Tony murmured inwardly, but at this moment, a vigilance rose in his heart. He suddenly raised his right hand, the palm of the gun condensed, and aimed backward.

"Hello, my name is Celia..." Before he finished speaking, Tony was stunned when he turned his head.

A young girl with long gray hair and burgundy eyes exuded an incomparably pure breath.

She is holding a broom in her hand and is wearing a black and white...maid outfit!

Facing Tony's palm cannon, the girl didn't panic at all, but tilted her head, put her finger to her lips, and asked suspiciously, "Are you here to pray?"

With this crisp voice like an oriole, Tony recovered from the dazed state. He quickly put down his hand and coughed slightly.

"Excuse me, beautiful Miss Celia, are you the nun here?"

Celia shook her head: "No, I am the maid who is in charge of the life of the lord!"

"Lord?" Tony frowned.

"Just...you can understand it as a priest!"

"Father! Oh!" Tony thought a little, then said: "My name is Tony, Tony Stark!"

Celia heard the words and smiled: "So, you are the guest the Lord Lord said! I'll call Lord Roy!"

After speaking, Celia bowed and hurried to the back of the church, but he had just tested his body, and a figure was already standing behind her.

A man in a weird fox suit, he didn't know when he appeared in the middle of the two, without any movement, quietly!

"Ah! Lord Roy, you are here!"

Roy nodded slightly in a fox suit, then set his eyes on Tony Stark.

"Welcome here, Tony Stark, the Holy Light will guide you a new path!"

As he said, Roy raised his head, showing a wicked smile that had not changed for thousands of years.

Seeing this "big lord" with a fox-like appearance suddenly appeared in front of him, Tony couldn't help but raise his vigilance. He ignored the other party's words and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"I am the Lord of Light, you can call me Roy! I am a Chinese!" Roy said, taking off his fox hat.

Tony jumped his eyebrows, and said disapprovingly, "What else is the Holy Light? Is the high beam that almost blinded my eyes just now? What else do you believe in? Jesus? Or Allah?"

Upon hearing this, Roy coughed and laughed: "I have said it is the holy light, we believe in the holy light, believe in the holy light, and have eternal life, understand? I can help you!"

Roy's words contained a magical power of temptation, and Tony was stunned for a while, but he quickly reacted.

"Help me? Haha, I don’t need your help! Tony, my life is very chic, carefree, and endless money. I know what the model is in the magazine. Do you want to help me? Help me Spending money?" Tony opened his hands, although his tone was high-profile, but there was an indescribable guilty conscience.

"Oh? Really? Mr. Tony, your days are good, but have you forgotten something? How long can you live? One week? One month? Or one year?"