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Chapter 220 Arrival

Just as the Avengers were sinking into despair, a dazzling light suddenly flashed across the sky. This light, like the first rays of dawn, pierced through the darkness and brought hope.

Tony's voice came through the communicator, tinged with a barely perceptible tension and determination: "Hold on, everyone, my new suit is here!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a streamlined, metallic-gleaming aircraft descended from the sky and landed steadily beside the Avengers team members. This was Tony's latest creation—the Mark XXVIII, a combat armor that embodies the pinnacle of technology.

Tony leaped swiftly from the aircraft, clad in the Mark XX VIII suit, his figure appearing exceptionally tall and imposing in the sunlight. This suit not only possessed unprecedented speed and power but was also equipped with a variety of advanced weapon systems and defensive mechanisms, meticulously crafted by Tony to prepare for the most demanding battles.

"Strange, Nagash, your end is nigh!" Tony roared, his voice filled with confidence and determination.

He wielded the mechanical arm of the Mark XXVIII suit, launching a fierce attack on Strange and Nagash. The particle cannon mounted on the mechanical arm released a dazzling beam of energy, instantly shattering the dark magic released by Strange.

Strange's expression changed slightly; he hadn't expected Tony's new suit to be so powerful. He quickly adjusted his tactics, attempting to use his staff to block Tony's attack. However, the power of the Mark XXVIII suit was too great, and Strange's defense was instantly shattered.

At the same time, Natasha saw an opportunity to counterattack. She seized the chance to close the distance to Nagash and used the interference waves released by the Mark XXVIII suit to temporarily disrupt Nagash's senses. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Natasha's dagger flashed like lightning and finally pierced Nagash's vitals.

Nagash let out a scream as his body began to dissipate, turning into a wisp of black smoke before finally disappearing into the air.

Seeing this, Strange knew his chances were slim. He took a deep breath, trying to use his last strength to fight Tony to the death. However, Tony had completely gained the upper hand, his mechanical arm attacking Strange like a storm, each strike posing a deadly threat.

Ultimately, Strange succumbed to Tony's relentless onslaught. He collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and despair.

As the Avengers watched Strange and Nagash perish, an indescribable joy and excitement welled up within them.

Just as the Avengers were basking in the brief joy of defeating Strange and Nagash, the sky changed again. The once clear sky suddenly turned gloomy, and an ominous atmosphere filled the air. Tony frowned; he realized that things were far from over.

"Everyone be careful, they might have something else up their sleeve," Tony warned over the communicator, his voice tinged with caution.

Before the words were even finished, Strange and Nagash, who should have disappeared, reappeared before everyone's eyes. Their figures looked particularly eerie under the dim sky, as if they had crossed over from another dimension.

"It seems you need a lesson to learn to respect true power," Strange sneered, his eyes filled with mockery and provocation.

Nagash chimed in, "That's right, what happened just now was a little gift for you. Now, the real battle begins."

The Avengers exchanged bewildered glances, a sense of foreboding creeping into their hearts. They hadn't expected Strange and Nagash to possess such formidable abilities, allowing them to reappear before them so easily.

Tony quickly adjusted his mindset, knowing he couldn't afford to relax at this moment. He took a deep breath and reactivated the Mark XXVIII suit's defense system, preparing to face the new challenge.

"Come on, this time I won't give you any more chances." Tony roared, his voice filled with determination and resolve.

Seeing this, Strange and Nagash no longer held back. They began to unleash even more bizarre magic and powerful dark forces, attempting to completely defeat the Avengers.

In the sky, the clash between magic and technology unfolded once more. Tony's mechanical arm swung, unleashing dazzling beams of energy that intertwined with Strange's dark magic. Meanwhile, Natasha, with her agility and the aid of the Mark XX VIII suit, engaged Nagash in close combat.

The battle was incredibly fierce, with both sides giving their all. However, as time passed, the Avengers gradually discovered Strange and Nagash's weaknesses. They began to cooperate, utilizing their individual strengths to launch deadly attacks on their enemy.

The battle reached its climax, the sky seemingly torn in two. On one side was the dazzling technological light released by Tony Stark manipulating the Mark XXVIII suit, and on the other side was the profound dark magic unleashed by Strange and Nagash. The two clashed fiercely in the air, unleashing a deafening roar.

Tony's mechanical arm moved with lightning speed, each swing accompanied by the roar of a particle cannon, releasing energy beams powerful enough to destroy a small mountain. However, Strange, with astonishing speed and reflexes, used his staff, covered in mysterious runes, to deflect these energy beams one by one, even occasionally bouncing them back, forcing Tony to take emergency evasive maneuvers.

Meanwhile, Natasha's close-quarters combat with Nagash was equally thrilling. She used the agility enhancements and interference wave devices provided by the Mark XXVIII suit to try and disrupt Nagash's rhythm. However, as the embodiment of dark power, Nagash's body seemed to blend into the shadows, and each of Natasha's attacks only grazed his phantom, unable to truly touch his physical form.

The other members of the Avengers weren't idle either; they each used their skills to try and assist. Clint Barton (Hawkeye) used his unparalleled archery skills to fire arrows with special explosive devices, attempting to sever the magical connection between Strange and Nagash; Bruce Banner (Hulk) transformed into a raging behemoth, trying to overwhelm the enemy with overwhelming power, but both were blocked by Strange's ingenious magical barrier.

Despite the Avengers' seamless teamwork and relentless attacks, Strange and Nagash always seemed to find a way to counter them. Their magic and dark power appeared inexhaustible, and each counterattack was more ferocious than the last, forcing the Avengers to retreat step by step and making it difficult for them to find a breakthrough.

The battle raged on for a long time, with both sides exchanging blows and neither giving an inch. However, as time passed, the Avengers gradually realized that although their attacks seemed fierce, they were actually unable to inflict any real damage on Strange and Nagash. Whether it was Tony's high-tech weapons, Natasha's sharp daggers, or even the Hulk's massive punches, they all seemed to be gently brushed aside by an invisible hand when they came into contact with Strange and Nagash's magical barriers, unable to penetrate them.

This sense of powerlessness filled the Avengers with frustration and anxiety. They knew that if they couldn't find a way to defeat the enemy soon, this battle would likely go on indefinitely.

The interplay of light and darkness in the sky seemed to silently recount the cruelty and hardship of this battle.

Just as the Avengers were feeling unprecedented frustration and anxiety, Strange suddenly stopped attacking, a strange smile appearing on his face. His eyes were filled with contempt and mockery as he looked at the Avengers, as if everything was under his control.

"Enough, the game is over." Strange's voice echoed across the empty battlefield, carrying an undeniable air of authority. He slowly raised the staff in his hand, the tip of which began to shimmer with an eerie blue light, a light that seemed to emanate from the abyss of another world, filled with the unknown and fear.

The Avengers exchanged bewildered glances, wondering what trick Strange was up to this time. Tony gripped the control lever of his Mark XXVIII suit tightly, remaining highly vigilant and ready to respond to any potential crisis.

"You ants, it's time to show you true power." Strange sneered, the light on his staff growing even brighter. Suddenly, he swung his staff, and a thick beam of blue light shot out, soaring into the sky.

The beam of light seemed to shatter the boundaries of space and time, instantly creating a massive vortex in the sky. At the center of the vortex was a black hole, its depths seemingly concealing endless darkness and terror. The Avengers could feel the immense power emanating from that black hole—a power capable of destroying the world.

"What is he doing?" Natasha asked nervously, her voice filled with fear and unease.

"I don't know, but it's definitely not a good thing," Tony said in a deep voice, his eyes fixed on Strange, not daring to relax for a moment.

Just then, Strange spoke again: "It's time to awaken the sleeping Cthulhu and let Him teach you ignorant fools a lesson."

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As Strange finished speaking, the black hole in the sky began to surge violently. Streams of dark power overflowed from the black hole, spreading outwards like a tide. The Avengers members could feel the oppressive force of that power, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

"Cthulhu? What's that?" Hawkeye asked nervously, his arrow already poised to fire, but he didn't know if he could withstand this unknown power.

As Strange finished speaking, the black hole in the sky seemed to become a gateway to another world, emanating an ancient and powerful aura that inspired both awe and boundless fear. The Avengers team members stared in breathlessly, the scene before them exceeding all their understanding and imagination.

Suddenly, the edges of the black hole began to twist, as if torn apart by some immense force. Then, a colossal and blurry figure slowly emerged from the black hole. It was a monster beyond description, its body seemingly composed of endless darkness and tentacles, each tentacle as large as a mountain, covered in sticky slime and unknown biological symbols. This monster exuded a suffocating stench, and its eyes, like burning abysses, radiated an ancient and malevolent light.

"Cthulhu..." Strange's voice trembled, filled with awe and fanaticism, "The sleeping Great Old Ones are finally about to descend upon this world once more!"

The Avengers stared in astonishment at the scene before them; they had never witnessed such a terrifying being. Tony's Mark XXVIII suit, though powerful, appeared so insignificant before Cthulhu. They began to realize that this battle was beyond their capabilities; they were facing a terrifying being from ancient times, beyond human comprehension.

Cthulhu's colossal form broke free from the black hole, its presence seemingly shaking the entire universe. The Avengers felt an indescribable fear and despair wash over them like a tidal wave, a tremor that originated from the depths of their souls, making it almost impossible for them to stand.

Although Tony's Mark XXVIII suit was technologically advanced, at this moment, even its sophisticated weapons and defensive systems seemed to have become useless. He attempted to attack with particle cannons, but the energy beams vanished without a trace upon contact with Cthulhu's body, which appeared to be woven from darkness.

Natasha tried to remain calm, but her heart was pounding like a drum. She attempted to attack with her dagger, but as she approached Cthulhu, the enormous tentacles seemed to come alive and lunged at her. She could only dodge quickly thanks to the enhanced agility of the Mark XXVIII suit, but the stench and evil aura emanating from the tentacles almost suffocated her.

Strange and Nagash stood to one side, their faces filled with awe and fanaticism. Strange chanted ancient incantations aloud, as if offering a hymn to the coming of Cthulhu. Nagash, meanwhile, brandished his staff, unleashing even more dark power to provide Cthulhu with a continuous source of energy.

With Cthulhu's complete arrival, the Avengers began to experience intense psychological damage. Horrifying images began to flood their minds, haunting them like nightmares, rendering them unable to think or act. They felt as if they had been dragged into an endless abyss, a place of only darkness and fear.

Tony's willpower, though strong, began to waver in the face of this force. He felt his thoughts becoming blurred, as if controlled by some unknown power. He tried to contact the other members through the Mark XXVIII suit's communicator, but found their voices were distorted, as if interfered with by some force.

Natasha's situation was even worse. A skilled agent adept at infiltration and assassination, she felt her courage rapidly dwindling under the psychological pressure of Cthulhu. She tried to stab the tentacles with her dagger, but each attack felt like hitting nothingness; she even began to doubt her own existence.

The other Avengers team members also encountered the same predicament. Hawkeye Clint tried to attack Cthulhu with an arrow, but his arrow seemed to be twisted by some force during flight and eventually deviated from its target.

In the sky, Cthulhu's eyes, like burning abysses, radiated an ancient and evil light. His presence seemed to make the entire universe tremble, and the Avengers appeared so small and powerless in the face of this power.

(End of this chapter)