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Understandably, no one at the meeting was foolish enough to demand that Tony Stark share the secrets of his mech production. Such a move would clearly break some unwritten rules. Moreover, there was a significant reason why no one stepped forward to make such demands—all present forces had already acquired Ivan's mechs.

If Tony Stark could empower his mechs with nuclear-level destructive capabilities, surely these forces, having obtained Ivan's designs, should at least be able to replicate something comparable. Even if they couldn't match Tony Stark's current capabilities, achieving even half would still result in a powerful strategic weapon.

Another crucial reason for their silence about the secrets was Tony Stark himself; he hadn't brought up the topic of Ivan's mechs, tacitly allowing everyone to take them for study. Wasn't this adherence to an unspoken rule?

With Tony Stark himself, who possessed nuclear-level mechs, adhering to these collective rules, why wouldn't other forces comply? Moreover, no force was willing to openly antagonize someone with such powerful mechs.

"How common are these types of enemies?" someone soon asked Tony Stark, "What price do you have to pay to combat such powerful adversaries?"

"The cost? You've already seen it. Nearly a hundred mechs were destroyed, and these weren't just any models—among them were my latest powerful mechs. You can calculate the cost of manufacturing your own mechs…" Tony Stark shrugged nonchalantly, but his words made many forces empathize painfully with the losses.

Especially the military representatives among them, who were also conducting research on mechs and knew too well the expenses involved in constructing one.

"As for how many such enemies there are, who can say? Supernatural incidents have been on the rise over the last few years, and it's not just you who are in the dark about it, especially those demons from hell—they are the real threat to Earth!" Tony Stark continued as he saw the forces fall into silence.

"Presumably, you've had your encounters with these demons and should understand their purposes for coming to Earth. We are natural enemies; there is no room for negotiation."

"From what I know, I can only handle demon lords, and not even the particularly powerful ones. Against a stronger demon, my mechs wouldn't withstand their attacks. And above the demon lords, there exist even more formidable beings!"

"So, I hope you focus on what's right. Don't waste time on pointless schemes. If Earth falls to these demons, all your little plans will be moot…"

"Right, we need to prevent such events, which is why SHIELD needs special funding! We must increase our research into demons and supernatural incidents!" Nick Fury quickly added as Tony Stark finished speaking.

"Hah, what's SHIELD in the grand scheme of things? Can't our Argus organization do what SHIELD does?" Amanda Waller from Argus interjected disdainfully.

As the discussion unfolded, other governmental agencies also became eager to chip in. It's always the way—active when it's time to ask for money but absent when real action is needed.

"Enough! Always ready to ask for money without contributing anything. When it's time to actually do something, you're nowhere to be found!" A representative from the Pentagon scoffed, cutting off the agencies that were about to speak.

"Have you succeeded then?" An agency representative retorted immediately, sparing no face for the Pentagon's personnel.

"At least our military hasn't lost a battle yet!"

"Not lost a battle? That's the funniest joke I've heard!"

Soon after Nick Fury began discussing funding, many agencies and forces started arguing once more. This indicated that even with external threats like demons, getting the various forces to unite and work together was still an impossible task.

Especially for these forces, when the external threat wasn't enough to fundamentally shake their positions, power and benefit remained paramount. Their noisy quarrels were merely a struggle for these two aspects…

Seeing this, Tony Stark shook his head in resignation, but this was the norm, and he was used to it. Although he had hoped that the demon threat would bring some improvement to their cooperation, it seemed they were indeed more focused now, but only because they were vying for power and benefits for themselves.

With the meeting's original purpose lost, Tony Stark didn't bother speaking further. He turned on his high-tech earpiece to block out the surrounding noise and closed his eyes to sleep.

The previous battle with General Samo had not only exhausted his mechs but also his spirits, and he was somewhat injured. Although the injuries were not severe, without Robert's healing, Tony Stark was quite fatigued. Thus, facing such a tiresome situation, he decided it was best to rest…

Meanwhile, Robert, having taken General Samo into the high skies and trapped him with telekinesis, bought an electric rice cooker on his way back. This series of actions baffled General Samo, especially

 since he, though sealed for quite some time, knew from Obadiah's memories what a rice cooker was for.

"Is he planning to eat me? It won't fit, right?" General Samo's thoughts drifted bizarrely, especially when he saw Robert drawing indecipherable symbols on the rice cooker. Samo's mind wandered further because he really didn't know Robert's intentions. Surely Robert wasn't planning to kill him with a rice cooker?

And indeed, being killed by a rice cooker would be embarrassingly absurd.

However, General Samo soon stopped his wild musings as his situation didn't support such thoughts.

The sealing technique, Magic Seal Wave, was deployed by Robert again. Even in this world, it was considered an almost unbeatably bugged sealing technique. Under its effect, General Samo followed in General Bart's footsteps.

When sealed inside the rice cooker and losing contact with the dark dimension, fear surged in General Samo's heart, and he understood why General Bart had left behind such resentment on Robert. Dying in such a manner was truly suffocating.

Yes, it wasn't just unwillingness but suffocation!

How could he, General Samo, a respected demon lord and one of the commanders of the Shadow Corps—even recognized as a strong figure in the dark dimension—just die like this?

But no matter how much General Samo thought, it couldn't change his inevitable demise. This time, Robert didn't even bother to take General Samo out of the rice cooker to allow him last words; he simply blew up the rice cooker with Samo inside.

After all, the effectiveness of this approach had been proven during General Bart's demise, so any unnecessary steps were now eliminated, although it did waste a rice cooker.

"Boom!" With an explosion in the sky, General Samo was gone.

"Should I carry some rice cookers on me? After all, my battle suit has some space…" As Robert watched General Samo and the rice cooker vanish into thin air, he pondered, touching his chin and looking at his wrist guard, "But rice cookers are indeed a bit large. Maybe carrying some small bottles would also work; after all, the Magic Seal Wave doesn't require a large container."

With that thought, Robert vanished to prepare for this, sketching sealing symbols on several small bottles to place in his wrist guard. From now on, he wouldn't need to look for a container every time he used the Magic Seal Wave.

Meanwhile, not long after devouring a demon and not fully regaining his strength, Tara's expression dramatically changed as he looked toward the sky, unable to calm down.

General Bart's death had already shaken Tara once, but this time, he was even more shocked. While one could attribute General Bart's death to an accident or an encounter with an exceptionally powerful adversary, General Samo's demise clearly indicated that it wasn't an accident. Someone indeed possessed the capability to kill the commanders of the Shadow Corps, perhaps even targeting them, as it made no sense for two commanders to be completely eliminated in such a short span otherwise.

"Why? Who is it? Why target us?" After a long moment, Tara finally snapped out of his daze, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment as he muttered, "Although relations between various dimensions aren't exactly friendly, our dark dimension doesn't have any specific archenemies. There's no reason for someone to specifically target us!"

"And now, we are partly Earth beings, still under seal. Even I don't know where they've been thrown—some dark corner or gutter. Why could this person find them twice and kill them?"

"Could it be a conspiracy of the Earth dimension? But that doesn't make sense. Sealing us, I understand; maybe the time isn't right, perhaps they're worried we'll cause chaos on Earth and disrupt the planet's order. But killing us, especially us who haven't been unsealed, serves no purpose…"

Tara was confused, feeling a deep malice from this world. He thought he had cleansed himself, and there was supposedly some deal or cooperation between the dark dimension and Earth. Why then was this happening?

No one could answer Tara's confusion, and the Earth dimension certainly wouldn't step forward to tell him that it wasn't behind these actions, nor was there any conspiracy. It just so happened that Robert encountered two individuals from the dark dimension and just so happened to kill them...

If Tara were at his peak, he might be able to communicate somewhat with the Earth dimension, but alas, he hadn't truly broken the seal, and his powers were limited. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been eyeing demons who weren't even true demon lords...

"No, I must regain my strength, even regain my freedom quickly. If I die like this, our plans are utterly hopeless!" After a while, the confusion in Tara's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a resolute look as he vanished.

"Damn it! Why? Why did another one die?

!" Meanwhile, in Batman's Batcave, General Ika couldn't help but cry out again, as he also sensed General Samo's death.

General Bart's death had already panicked General Ika, even though he later calmed down with Batman's reassurance and threats, promising not to cry out without facing danger. But this time, General Ika couldn't hold back...

He was terrified, feeling that he might suddenly die like his two companions.

"Your companion died again? How long has it been?" Batman reappeared before General Ika, surprised himself. Knowing the dark dimension fairly well, he understood how difficult it would be to kill someone like General Ika.

Of course, difficulty wasn't the key point. From General Ika's reactions to his companions' deaths, it was clear he genuinely couldn't pinpoint their locations. If General Ika couldn't, but the mysterious individual could kill two commanders of the Shadow Corps in such a short time, Batman suspected this person had some method to locate General Ika and his companions.

This was why Batman didn't reprimand General Ika this time. If it was true, then General Ika was indeed facing a crisis...

"Yes, another has died. How could this be? Could someone really be hunting us?!" General Ika's mask trembled slightly. Even Batman's presence didn't offer much reassurance, especially given Batman's habit of standing in the shadows.

Even as a creature of the dark dimension, knowing of his companions' deaths, General Ika couldn't help feeling a chill, sensing danger lurking in every shadow, afraid that someone might suddenly appear and send him to join General Bart and General Samo…

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