"It's my turn."
Darian waved his hand, and several Iron Robots instantly appeared beside him.
These were all Iron Soldiers that Hank had improved and built based on the Whiplash armor technology. Their combat power was almost identical to the Iron Soldier legion Ivan Vanko used against Tony.
"Deal with them."
As Darian gave the order, the Iron Soldiers' electronic eyes lit up red, instantly locking onto the surrounding guards.
Da da da da da—!
The Iron Soldiers didn't hesitate, immediately raising their two mechanical arms. Their arm-mounted weapon systems spewed deadly tongues of Fire, pouring out towards the guards!
Several guards were instantly riddled with bullets and fell to the ground without a sound, their bodies full of iron.
"Fire! Fire!"
The guard Captain's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared hoarsely, raising his automatic rifle and firing wildly.
But the bullets hitting the Iron Soldiers' cold, hard shells only sparked a series of fleeting flashes, making crisp clanging sounds. Besides leaving a few shallow White scratches, they couldn't cause any substantial damage.
How the hell are they supposed to fight this!?
Witnessing this despair-inducing scene, the guards' morale instantly shattered.
However, the Iron Soldiers didn't care about that. What they wanted was for bodies to be shattered, and they continued to mercilessly unleash firepower on the guards.
The battle was completely one-sided.
The Iron Soldiers swept through the guards with absolute overwhelming force. This group of guards was completely defenseless against them.
Even if they found cover to hide, the Iron Soldiers could still accurately pinpoint their location, then launch a miniature missile, blowing up both the person and their cover.
Although these Iron Soldiers were far inferior to the genuine Iron Armor, being cleared out like mere minions when facing Tony, using them against this armed force of ordinary people was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut—no, it was like using a Gundam to kill a chicken!
In less than a moment, the sound of gunfire ceased.
When the Liberators' members arrived in the courtyard, they found it in ruins, with the guards' bodies scattered everywhere. The air was filled with the mixed scent of gunpowder and blood.
Darian stood in the very center of it all, with several Iron Soldiers standing beside him, like a group of loyal hounds silently guarding their Master, their cold metal shells covered in bullet marks and gunpowder residue.
The Liberators couldn't help but swallow.
How much time had passed? The battle was over so quickly!
However, no one questioned the sudden appearance of the Iron Soldiers.
Since the divine beings were using black technology, it wasn't surprising to have a few robot escorts. Perhaps cyberpunk style was currently popular in the heavens, with even Angels wearing glowing Iron Wings.
Darian pointed to the brightly lit manor main house and said, "Those nobles and their subordinates are hiding inside now. The rest is up to you. For Sokovia!"
"For Sokovia!"
"For Sokovia!"
"For Sokovia!"
Amidst the earth-shattering shouts, the Liberators, clad in black-tech equipment, unhesitatingly charged into the manor's main house.
Soon, intense gunfire erupted inside the residence.
The commotion Darian had just caused in the courtyard was too loud. The remaining armed forces inside had already been alerted and prepared, launching a fierce offensive the moment the Liberators charged in.
But it was useless. In the face of absolute equipment superiority, any resistance was futile.
All attacks were completely absorbed by the energy shields on the Liberators' bodies. Conversely, their energy guns could blast a large hole through an enemy and the wall behind him with a single shot.
The Liberators didn't need any tactics. They fired upon seeing an enemy, didn't even bother dodging bullets, and simply pushed forward like a group of tech warriors with DMA, not even bothering to act.
The nobles' subordinates cried out in distress, screaming inwardly.
Where did these future warriors come from!?
In just a few minutes, the sporadic gunfire inside the house eventually fell silent.
Subsequently, the long-haired man carried a pot-bellied bald man and threw him in front of Darian.
This man was the Master of this manor, a noble with the title of Viscount. Accustomed to throwing his weight around, he had never seen such a scene before and was trembling like a sieve on the ground.
"Please, spare me. I can give you money, lots of money!"
The Viscount cried desperately, even blowing a snot bubble.
Darian took a step back in disgust: "Don't be silly. If I kill you, your money will also be mine."
Upon hearing this, the Viscount's eyes rolled back, and he fainted from fright.
"His psychological resilience is too poor, isn't it?"
Darian shook his head speechlessly and said to the long-haired man, "Take him down for interrogation. Liquidate all the assets you can get from him, then send him to meet Satan."
The threshold for going to heaven to see God was too high. With this noble's resume, he probably couldn't even fill out an application form.
"Understood, My Lord!"
The long-haired man nodded, not asking for the reason.
After this battle, he now fully believed that Darian could lead them to liberate Sokovia and bring peace to Sokovia.
In the past, these nobles were like a heavy haze hanging over Sokovia, high above everyone's heads. Let alone resistance, it was as difficult as ascending to heaven for ordinary people to even meet them.
But in the face of Darian's methods, these once-revered figures were so vulnerable, instantly brought down to earth, only able to kneel before them in disarray, crying and begging for mercy.
Now that God Doom had arrived, Sokovia's clear skies were within reach!
At this moment, in the long-haired man's heart, Darian was the true God who had come to save Sokovia!
What God said was naturally correct.
This wasn't just the long-haired man's thought.
All the Liberators present looked at Darian with burning eyes, filled with fanaticism and piety.
Someone started it, and low shouts began to rise from the crowd. The shouts quickly became uniform and eventually merged into an impassioned wave of sound.
"God Doom!"
"God Doom!"
"God Doom!"
Darian was a low-key person and never liked being ostentatious.
But since everyone was so enthusiastic, he couldn't bear to pour cold Water on them. He just let them shout for a few minutes until their throats were almost raw before slowly raising his hand and gently pressing it down.
The scene instantly quieted, and all eyes focused on him.
Darian's voice was clear and powerful: "This is merely the beginning. Tonight, what we've removed is just one of the many parasites clinging to Sokovia. In this land, there are countless more such parasites gnawing at Sokovia, sucking the blood and sweat of the people!"
"To completely eradicate these scourges, we need more comrades. We need every oppressed Sokovian to stand up!"
"Starting tomorrow, we will spread the message of liberation to every village and every street, letting those who are still suffering know that it's not just us taking up arms, but thousands upon thousands of awakened Sokovians!"
"Fight for Sokovia!"
Darian raised his right arm, using the lowest brightness of illumination magic, and a holy White light burst forth from his hand!
The Liberators' faces were Excited, and they shouted loudly!
"Fight for Sokovia!"
"Fight for Sokovia!"
A few days later, an explosive piece of news spread like wildfire to every corner of Sokovia.
Recently, an organization called the Liberators emerged in Sokovia, proclaiming the liberation of Sokovia and specifically attacking the nobles who were plaguing Sokovia.
Even more shocking was that the Liberators' strength was incredibly formidable. Even the nobles' private armies were no match for them.
Some said that the members of the Liberators were future warriors, possessing many black-tech equipment that surpassed the current era, several grades more advanced than the U.S. military's equipment.
Eyewitnesses even swore that they personally saw Terminators, magicians, and superpowered individuals among them.
Even more exaggerated, the leader of the Liberators was even a living God!
Referred to by the Liberators as God Doom!
All in all, the news became increasingly outrageous!
When the news reached the common people, the entire lower class of Sokovia erupted.
They had suffered under the nobles for a long time, and now that someone had finally stepped up to deal with these bastards, it was incredibly satisfying!
At the same time, a seed called 'resistance' quietly took root in their hearts, waiting to sprout.
In stark contrast, there was unprecedented panic within Sokovia's noble circles.
Their information was far more accurate than that of commoners, and it was precisely because they knew these rumors were true that they were so terrified they couldn't eat or sleep.
In just these past few days, many noble territories have been attacked by the Liberators organization. The scene was littered with corpses, and the noble culprits themselves were strung up on lampposts, with papers detailing all their crimes pinned to their chests.
The name "Liberators" sounded to the nobles like the greatest Satire.
Adding to that, these people often acted in the dead of night, appearing and disappearing like ghosts. After a while, the nobles, filled with both hatred and fear, gave the Liberators organization a new nickname.
The Night Raid Organization!
Some timid nobles had already begun secretly selling off their family assets, preparing to flee abroad to become wealthy old men.
However, these nobles' plans often never materialized; they would already be hanging from the most conspicuous lamppost outside their own homes, and the assets they had sold would also vanish without a trace.
All of this indicated that the Liberators organization possessed an incredibly powerful intelligence network, fully aware of all their actions.
At this point, the nobles of Sokovia completely gave up any thought of escaping.
Now, each of them had become a startled bird, with every manor's gates tightly shut and the number of guards increased severalfold. They didn't even dare to engage in their usual favorite evening activities, fearing that they would suddenly see dozens of people watching them halfway through.
Under this constant fear of insecurity, the nobles united and frantically pressured the Sokovia government, demanding that the army be immediately dispatched to eradicate that damned Liberators organization!
And this news quickly reached Darian's ears through the omnipresent HYDRA intelligence network.
"Zemo, what do you think?"
Darian turned his gaze to an elegant man beside him.
[NPC: Helmut Zemo]
[Codename: Baron Zemo]
[Affection: 40]
[Evaluation: After returning home, his family was gone, his home was gone, and his country was gone. The mastermind behind the Avengers Civil War. I want a World without superpowers.]
This Zemo was a hereditary noble of Sokovia and also a former colonel of the Sokovia Elite Assault Team, with a very powerful background in Sokovia.
Therefore, just a few days ago, Darian led the Liberators to Zemo's territory.
Who knew that Zemo had already been waiting there for a long time.
The moment he saw them, he sneered, and then immediately knelt down on the spot!
This sudden kneel directly froze Darian in place.
Seizing this opportunity, Zemo shouted rapidly, "Great God Doom! Please let me join the Liberators organization! I am willing to donate my family's assets and use all my family's power to liberate Sokovia with you and fight for Sokovia!"
Zemo was clearly prepared, having even inquired about Darian's title and the Liberators organization's slogan.
He continued, "Most of my family's industries are overseas. My family and I have never oppressed the common people of Sokovia."
"Moreover, my father is a well-known philanthropist who donated huge sums for the construction of Sokovia, and my wife is a local school teacher who has educated countless children of Sokovia. All of this can be verified!"
With all these buffs, Darian felt too embarrassed to act.
His right hand, which had been preparing to unleash his magic sword, naturally rested on Zemo's shoulder.
"Ahem, since you are so sincere, I might as well give you a chance. Skurge isn't here right now, so you can follow me as my adjutant from now on."
"Thank you for your trust! Great God Doom!"
Zemo's expression was excited, and he bowed his head in obeisance. It took a full half-minute for Darian to react, and he quickly helped him up from the ground, stating that their organization didn't do such formalities.
The long-haired man watched this scene from the side, moved to tears.
Clearly, clearly I was here first.
And so, Zemo became Darian's adjutant, offering advice and strategies by his side these past few days.
As expected of someone the system evaluated as the ruthless individual who orchestrated the Avengers Civil War, schemes and stratagems came easily to him. Most of the operations during this period were planned by him, including specifically targeting those nobles who wanted to flee.
One might think he had some deep-seated grudge against these nobles, as he was more active than anyone else.
Darian was very satisfied with this and wasn't afraid that Zemo would betray him.
Firstly, he could always see Zemo's affection level; if it turned negative, he would simply kill him. In his eyes, Zemo was just a weakling, his combat power far inferior even to Lawyer Matt.
Secondly, Zemo was a man who cared deeply about his family, which is why he surrendered decisively to protect his family. As long as his family remained under Darian's control, he would never harbor any ill intentions.
Moreover, Zemo was a smart man. He knew better than anyone the strength of the Liberators organization and understood the unfathomable depth of Darian, their leader. He knew that Sokovia, being a small country, simply couldn't contend with them, which is why he knelt on the spot.
Zemo didn't care at all what fate awaited the Sokovia nobles and government.
Although he was a patriot, he loved the land and its people, not the current ruling class.
Zemo smiled, "God Doom, although the Sokovia government is weak and incompetent, I know their true capabilities. If they truly mobilize the army for a cleanup operation, even if they can't harm you, they will certainly cause considerable trouble for our scattered small teams. We need to find a way to divert their attention."
Darian nodded; that made sense.
As the organization's reputation grew, the Liberators' scale had expanded from dozens to hundreds of people.
So many people acting together was too resource-intensive, so Darian divided them into several small teams. Each team was led by an Iron Soldier and dispersed across various cities in Sokovia to attack noble territories.
If the government forces really launched a large-scale purge, Darian himself certainly wouldn't be afraid, but the other small teams might not fare so well.
Although those alien tech creations were powerful, they were not invincible. If they truly encountered the full firepower of a modern army, damage would inevitably occur.
"What are your thoughts?" Darian asked.
Zemo smiled confidently, "It's simple. We just need to give them a bigger problem, so they have no time to deal with us. I suggest we start with the highest-ranking members of the royal family."
His meaning was clear: directly eliminate the highest-ranking individuals, preferably even the one wearing the royal robes. Without anyone to lead, Sokovia's army wouldn't be able to mobilize.
Darian shook his head, "No."
Zemo was taken aback, then asked in confusion, "Great God Doom, forgive my impertinence, but with your abilities, dealing with those few royals should be an easy matter, shouldn't it?"
Darian said gravely, "That's right, I can indeed easily trample them underfoot, but such a revolution is essentially an act of charity. This should not be my war alone, but the collective struggle of thousands upon thousands of Sokovia people."
"Since this country was founded, its common people have suffered oppression for generations. I cannot deprive them of the right to personally seek justice. What I want to do is ignite the spark in everyone's heart and lead everyone to collectively pull those nobles down from their pedestals."
"I want every Sokovia person to witness with their own eyes that it was their uprising that sent the nobles to the guillotine, that it was they who regained their spirit and fighting will, and exchanged it for the dignity of being human."
"Before rebuilding the country, the most important thing is to reshape the human heart!"
Hearing these words, Zemo was somewhat shocked. He hadn't expected Darian to possess such a grand ideology.
Could it be... he really is the true God who came to save Sokovia!?
Although Zemo submitted to Darian, he was more rational than other Sokovia people and did not believe in the concept of gods. Even if there were gods, they would be like the alien Thor.
But now, he had no choice but to believe!
Zemo lowered his head, his tone now a few shades more reverent, "My thinking was too narrow. What do you plan to do?"
Darian smiled slightly, "It's simple. I'll give you a large batch of weapons. You figure out a way to distribute these weapons to the streets and alleys of every city in Sokovia. From today onward, I want everyone in Sokovia to be equal!"
Zemo: Σ(д|||)
Are you perhaps Evil God!?