"So you're not the Nero from our history?" Tony asked, covering his forehead.
"Isn't the Nero from your history a man? I am a woman!" Nero retorted, speechless.
"Then who is the great god of death in charge of us after we die?" Tony continued to ask.
"Hmm, of course, I am in charge. After all, you are the only two lackeys I have in this world."
"Phew—"
Tony let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that he still had a chance. Then he asked with some curiosity, "What about the other Hell Lords? Do they have no objection to you becoming Satan? I mean, are they willing to meekly give up their territories?"
"Hmm, let me think about how to explain it to you."
Nero frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "'Satan' before my arrival represented the throne. Any demon lord could be Satan as long as they were strong enough."
"But if a demon lord actually sat on that position, they would be besieged by the other lords."
"However, after my arrival, Satan is my identity card in this world, equivalent to a directly appointed emperor. As long as I meet them, I can reclaim my territory at any time."
"So the reason you're not reclaiming Hell now is because if you did, you'd also be attacked by the cornered Hell Lords?"
Tony, however, did not relax, his brows furrowed into a knot: "So that means we could be attacked by the Hell Lords at any time?"
Nero blinked. How did the topic take such a turn?
Attack? Who?
Those Hell Lords, even if they banded together, wouldn't be enough for her to fight.
With the suppression of the laws, they were still able to be arrogant now because she hadn't intended to trouble them. If they really met, she could beat them so badly they couldn't even fight a dog.
This was also why Nero didn't care. After obtaining the Satan position, the primary authority of the Hell Dimension was already hers. What the other lords held in their hands was nothing but an illusion.
For the lords who relied on the Hell Dimension to grow stronger, this meant their lives were in Nero's hands.
Moreover, she could sense the location of the Hell Dimension at any time, and if she wanted to, it was just a matter of a portal.
However, upon hearing Tony say this, Nero immediately put on a serious expression and nodded gravely: "Exactly, our situation is very dangerous right now."
She felt that saying this would make things more interesting.
Upon hearing the affirmative answer, Tony's face was so dark it looked like it could drip ink: "Besides me and Ethan, that sorcerer is also on your side, right?"
"Hmm, The Ancient One is responsible for intercepting the lords who want to descend to Earth, so you don't need to worry too much," Nero patted Tony's shoulder, adding a patch.
"How much longer can that sorcerer hold out?" Hearing this news, Tony breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed there was still time.
"I don't know. Maybe a month, maybe three years, who knows?" Nero shook her head and added fuel to Tony's fire: "The Ancient One is over three hundred years old. According to human lifespan, she should have died long ago."
This sentence successfully made Tony's heart, which had just relaxed a little, jump back up again.
They and Nero were now in the same boat. No, it wasn't just them. If those Hell Lords invaded Earth, they certainly wouldn't be the only ones to suffer.
"And the reason The Ancient One has been able to hold on for so long is also because the lords were tripping each other up before, because they all coveted Earth, this piece of fat meat."
With a start, Nero spoke much more smoothly: "Now you'd best not put your hope in that old woman. She didn't have many years left to begin with, and she's just holding on by her last breath."
"Hiss—" Tony gasped, feeling as if a mountain had directly pressed down on him. The previous bit of pressure instantly turned into dust.
Next, Tony dared not slack off in the slightest, frantically asking Nero questions, and the more he asked, the colder his heart grew.
His mind was full of, No! Stark Industries' weapons division must remain open.
Listen to what Nero said?
Are human weapons effective against demons?
"Small demons can be shot with guns, similar to ordinary people. For lords, a nuclear bomb would at least sting them a bit…"
How many demon lords are there?
"There are about a dozen high-ranking lords currently fighting over Earth. There are too many below high-ranking to count."
How many high-ranking lords can Nero's combat power handle at most?
"…Two! If I fight with all my might, I can temporarily hold off four!"
Is there any way for humans to live on another planet?
"Hmm, Earth still has The Ancient One. Outside of here…"
I'm tired, let it be destroyed!
Tony was originally in a period of transformation, firming his beliefs, understanding his mission, and gradually transforming into a hero.
But now… now he felt like Earth would be destroyed tomorrow.
He didn't even dare to think about how long it would take for the united lords to break through that sorcerer's defense… A month later, Stark Industries' weapons division reopened.
Even Obadiah, who was originally preparing to make a move against Tony, was bewildered. He had found the blueprints for the armor Tony left in the cave in the desert.
Now all that was missing was a power source. He had originally planned to kill Tony and get the arc reactor, but he didn't expect Tony to start selling weapons again.
And he also seemed to be researching new weapons, which made Obadiah decide to wait and see for now. Tony Stark, this golden goose that laid eggs, had started laying eggs again.
And these past few days, Tony seemed like a changed man, completely transforming from a playboy into a workaholic.
He didn't even dare to lie down and sleep for several days, working with Ethan twenty-four hours a day in the basement, and when he was tired, he would just nap on the workbench.
With that intensity, if news of Tony's sudden death came out tomorrow, Pepper wouldn't be surprised at all.
It was only a week later, at Pepper's insistence, that Tony came out of the basement to wash off his stinky sweat and slept in bed.
He was so obsessed that Nero almost wanted to tell him the truth.
Pepper had also been asking her if she had any idea about Tony's change, but Nero always shook her head firmly.
To be honest, Nero also regretted it a bit. It seemed a bit too cruel to him.
But… but aren't you, Tony Stark, also at fault? It was all your reasoning that dragged me into this mess too. How could I resist such a fun opportunity?
Entrapment! Sting operation! A cunning fellow!!!
Nero's gaze towards Tony was already filled with indignation, but the diligently working Tony didn't notice at all.
And Nero had also made peace with herself.
Hmm, I'm not wrong!
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