Speaking, Luca pushed Tony, signaling him to step into the portal.
But Tony, after hearing what Luca said, instinctively elongated the fingernails on his right hand as he walked forward, and abruptly clawed at his own heart.
Hiss—
After a sharp intake of breath, Tony expressionlessly pulled his fingers out.
Immediately, he saw the five bloody holes in his chest heal completely within seconds. Aside from a small amount of blood staining his shirt, there was no trace of the injury.
"Nutjo—"
Luca wanted to curse, but seeing Tony's indifferent expression, his annoyance deflated.
"Healing factor doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. Take it easy..."
To be honest, Sabretooth, Wolverine's brother, possessed a healing factor almost on par with Logan's. In terms of recovery speed and the extent of damage he could regenerate from, he far surpassed artificial products like the Extremis virus.
Calling it immortality wasn't much of an exaggeration.
But even so, that didn't mean Tony was safe on the Dimension War battlefield.
Luca wasn't sure if giving this level of regeneration to a guy with severe self-destructive tendencies was a good idea.
"I just hope this guy doesn't freak out my baby Brutes by mutilating himself for fun..."
Shaking his head helplessly, Luca ignored Tony.
He pulled out a black, three-strapped eyepatch. Enduring the squirming, teeth-like structures on it that felt painfully alive, he slapped it over his eye and strode into the portal.
"Hey? Didn't you say you couldn't go there?"
Tony, who was staring down at his fingernails, was stunned to see Luca walk straight into the Dimension War portal. He quickly jogged to catch up.
One step through the portal.
The roar of battle and the thunder of machinery instantly assaulted their eardrums.
Under a sky where red and blue energies clashed, endless slaughter played out across the dimensional landscape.
The first thing that caught Tony's eye was the aerial battle, a meat grinder in the sky.
The Hex flying drones had evolved through constant combat. From the initial Razor Drones, they had iterated into streamlined, shuttle-shaped "Flying Swords."
Stripped of all unnecessary decoration and weaponry, these drones relied purely on kinetic energy to pierce through the air. They minimized friendly fire while precisely skewering any enemy in their path.
Every second, countless demon corpses rained down from the sky.
Even though the forces of Hell had deployed massive flying dragons, the Flying Swords, weaving through lasers and artillery fire, turned them into sieves in the blink of an eye.
Occasionally, swarms of these shuttles, guided by the central AI, would combine into a massive, ten-meter-long projectile, tearing rents in the sky that seemed to stretch into infinity.
On the ground, the slaughter was even more chaotic and brutal.
Swarms of Brutes, dense as worker ants, held the very front line.
No mobilization speeches, no guidance needed.
These Brutes relied on their iron fists alone to blast every demon in front of them into a bloody mist.
Whenever a massive Lord-class demon tried to cross the line and break the first defense, a dozen green-skinned Brutes—enhanced with Hulk DNA—would roar and lead the charge.
Like ants swarming an intruder, they would instantly cover the giant demon, which might be dozens or even hundreds of meters tall.
Amidst the frenzied bang-bang-bang of punches, the Lord demon would be reduced to minced meat and rubble or collapse with a thunderous crash.
Then, these unsatisfied gray-skinned Brutes, led by their green-skinned alphas, would charge recklessly into the tidal wave of the demon army, pushing deeper into the fray.
Further back on the battle line, tanks fired ceaselessly, and mechanical legions stood atop mountains of spent shell casings.
With the war intensity at this level, Luca's Hex Legion seemed to have abandoned any concern for energy consumption.
Whether it was dense missile swarms or blanket laser sweeps that cleared entire sectors instantly.
As long as it killed demons, it was valid.
Among all these mechanized troops, the only ones still using melee combat as their primary method seemed to be the humanoid mecha units piloted by Battle Haros.
Ranging from massive twenty-meter titans—larger than Luca's Boxer Gundam—to agile, four-meter-tall light units.
Without exception, these mechs wielded only one weapon: high-frequency thermal axes.
With the specialization of battlefield roles, these mechs had abandoned flight and flashy tricks. They left ranged support to the tanks and artillery.
Wrapped in E-Carbon armor, these humanoid mechs dedicated all their internal space to thick shock-absorbing plating and high-output drive modules.
Because of this, every single one was a terrifyingly efficient elite unit.
Swinging their thermal axes relentlessly, ignoring any target out of reach, they carved a bloody path. Swaths of demons were dismembered in their wake, and enemy attacks bounced harmlessly off their armor.
Even Tony, watching from the sidelines, felt that if he were piloting the Veronica armor in close quarters against these killing machines, he'd be torn to shreds in seconds.
However, the visual shock of the Dimension War didn't stop at the chaotic, endless slaughter.
What caught Tony's eye even more was what lay just behind him, inside the Hex Base, shielded only by an energy barrier.
Amidst the unceasing roar of machinery.
Among rows of buildings stretching as far as the eye could see.
It seemed that every second, troops were rolling off the assembly lines. Like a tide, or perhaps like dust, they flowed endlessly into the chaotic battlefield.
Brutes jumping out of bio-vats and immediately sprinting forward.
Intelligent mechs marching in lockstep. Tanks of all colors crushing the earth with their treads. Bio-clones with identical faces, lining up to grab weapons before the nutrient fluid on their bodies had even dried. Drones rising into the sky like reverse rain...
These diverse assembly-line troops, the very second they were produced, formed orderly ranks and marched into the slaughter.
Order and Chaos.
Separated only by the base's energy barrier.
Painting a picture that was both tragically beautiful and endless.