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Chapter 221 The Battle of the Three Gods

Under Cthulhu's deep and malevolent gaze, despair spread rapidly through the hearts of the Avengers like wildfire.

They had faced life and death countless times, and had found sparks of hope in despair countless times, but this time, those sparks seemed to be swallowed up by endless darkness, leaving not a single glimmer of light.

Tony Stark, the tech giant, also felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness at this moment.

His Mark XXVIII suit, a combat armor embodying the pinnacle of human ingenuity, appeared utterly powerless before Cthulhu.

Those high-tech weapons that he was once so proud of now seemed like children's toys, utterly incapable of causing any real damage to that behemoth.

He clenched his teeth, trying to stay conscious, but the ancient, evil aura emanating from Cthulhu was slowly eroding his will.

Natasha Romanov, a battle-hardened agent, felt an unprecedented fear at this moment.

She had walked the line between life and death countless times, but never before had she felt as if the flame of her life was about to be extinguished.

Even Hawkeye, the Ghost Rider, has lost his usual composure.

His arrows were twisted by some force during flight, making them unable to hit their target. He watched his arrows fall helplessly to the ground, his heart filled with frustration and despair.

He tried to find a way out, but Cthulhu's enormous figure seemed to cover the entire sky, leaving him nowhere to escape.

The other Avengers team members were also plunged into the same despair; even the mighty Thor could not contend with a true god.

In the sky, Cthulhu's eyes, like burning abysses, radiated an ancient and evil light.

That power seemed to penetrate their bodies and reach the depths of their souls.

They began to feel their thoughts becoming blurred, as if controlled by some unknown force.

They tried to struggle, but the force was like an invisible shackle, binding them tightly.

Just as the Avengers were trapped in despair and powerless to struggle, an unexpected turn of events quietly occurred. Amidst the chaos and fear, a figure slowly emerged—it was Jack.

Jack's face appeared exceptionally pale against the dim sky, but his eyes gleamed with an unusual light—an ancient and profound power that seemed to pierce through all darkness and despair. A faint yellow mist began to swirl around him, a mist imbued with an indescribable eeriness and mystery.

The Avengers stared at Jack in astonishment; they had never witnessed such a bizarre phenomenon. Even Tony's Mark XXVIII suit, with its advanced technology, couldn't explain what was happening at this moment, despite its sophisticated sensors and detectors.

"King in Yellow, King in Yellow, descend!" Jack shouted, his voice echoing across the empty battlefield with an undeniable majesty. As his words faded, the yellow mist in the sky grew thicker, as if it would swallow the entire world.

Suddenly, a powerful energy surged from the mist, surging like a tsunami and spreading outwards. The Avengers felt an irresistible force binding them tightly, rendering their bodies immobile and their minds sluggish.

Just then, a colossal figure slowly emerged from the mist—the King in Yellow. His presence seemed to shake the entire universe. He wore a long yellow robe and a hat adorned with strange symbols. His eyes were as deep as an abyss, radiating an ancient and malevolent light.

The Avengers stared in astonishment at the King in Yellow; they had never seen such a terrifying being. Compared to Cthulhu, the King in Yellow seemed far more mysterious and unpredictable, his existence seemingly transcending time and space, beyond human comprehension.

The King in Yellow slowly raised his hand, and a powerful energy flowed from between his fingers, striking Cthulhu like lightning.

Under the impact of the indescribable power of the King in Yellow, Cthulhu let out a deafening roar, a sound that seemed to emanate from the deepest abyss, shaking the entire space. His massive body began to tremble violently, and an ancient and evil aura surged in the air, forming a stark contrast with the mysterious power emanating from the King in Yellow.

Cthulhu's tentacles lashed through the air, attempting to deflect the Yellow King's attacks, but each touch seemed to strike an invisible barrier, repelling them. The tentacles twisted and tangled in the air, emitting chilling sounds, yet they could not break through the Yellow King's defenses.

The King in Yellow appeared calm and composed, his steps light and elegant, as if each step was on the very fabric of the universe.

His hands moved slowly in the air, each movement accompanied by a surge of energy that swirled and intertwined like living things, forming intricate patterns.

As the battle between the King in Yellow and Cthulhu escalated, the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in an ancient and powerful force. The Avengers could only watch in astonishment; they had never witnessed such a breathtaking confrontation.

Although Cthulhu was enormous and ferocious, he seemed somewhat powerless before the mysterious and unpredictable power of the King in Yellow. His tentacles lashed wildly in the air, each attack accompanied by a deafening roar, but he could never touch the King in Yellow's seemingly illusory body.

The King in Yellow responded to Cthulhu's attacks with an air of detachment. Each of His defenses appeared effortless and natural, as if He had already anticipated Cthulhu's every move. His hands danced in the air, releasing dazzling beams of light that intertwined into intricate patterns, dissolving Cthulhu's attacks one by one.

As time passed, the atmosphere on the battlefield grew increasingly tense. Cthulhu's roars echoed throughout, while the Yellow King's low chants, like ancient incantations, reverberated throughout the space. The collision of their energies generated a massive shockwave, forcing the Avengers to clutch their heads tightly to avoid being torn apart by the force.

In this intense duel, both Cthulhu and the King in Yellow displayed their most powerful abilities.

Cthulhu's tentacles slithered through the air like giant pythons, each attack brimming with destructive power.

The King in Yellow dealt with all of this in a more mysterious and elegant way; His existence seemed to be the most perfect defense in the universe.

As the earth-shattering duel between Cthulhu and the King in Yellow reached its climax, a deep, mocking voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield, piercing the tense nerves of the Avengers members like a chilling wind. The voice belonged to Nagash, a mysterious being who had always lurked in the shadows.

Nagash's form began to change; his face gradually distorted, and some kind of power seemed to surge beneath his skin, reshaping his features. His eyes became deep and empty, as if capable of devouring all light. With a low rumble, Nagash's body suddenly expanded, and his clothes were torn apart by an invisible force, revealing his true form—the God of Death.

Nagash, the god of death, was clad in a long black robe embroidered with intricate runes that seemed to contain boundless death power. His eyes were like abysses, radiating a chilling light. He slowly raised his hand, black energy flowing between his fingers, an energy filled with the aura of death and decay.

"It's truly a bittersweet parting. It seems only I can help you settle your nemesis, Cthulhu." Nagash's voice echoed across the battlefield, carrying an undeniable authority. His words were filled with contempt and mockery towards Cthulhu, as if this battle were merely a game to him.

With Nagash's arrival, the tide of battle turned instantly. He unleashed a powerful death energy that, like a black hole, devoured all life around them. The Avengers felt a surge of fear and despair wash over them; they could almost see the shadow of death closing in on them.

Cthulhu sensed Nagash's power and let out a deafening roar, filled with rage and resentment towards Nagash. However, Nagash remained unfazed, smiling as he looked at Cthulhu, as if observing prey about to meet its doom.

The King in Yellow sensed the threat posed by Nagash. It uttered a low groan, its voice filled with ancient incantations and mysterious power. However, Nagash remained unmoved. With a wave of his hands, he unleashed a powerful wave of death energy that struck the King in Yellow directly.

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The Yellow King's body trembled slightly as it sensed the immense and eerie power of Nagash. However, as an ancient god, it would not easily submit.

The King in Yellow waved his hands, releasing dazzling light in an attempt to block Nagash's attack.

Nagash's arrogant smile seemed to reveal a tacit understanding between him and Cthulhu, as they both turned their attention to the Yellow King. The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became even more oppressive, and the Avengers could only stand by and watch this unimaginable battle of the gods unfold.

Nagash's black robes fluttered in the battle, and the death energy he released surged like a tidal wave, constantly eroding the yellow mist surrounding the King in Yellow. When the mist came into contact with the death energy, it seemed to tremble slightly, as if even the ancient and profound King in Yellow was wary of this power.

Cthulhu seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, its tentacles raining down on the King in Yellow like a storm, each tentacle containing terrifying power capable of destroying a city. Although the King in Yellow maintained his composure, he began to struggle against the combined attack of the two ancient gods.

The King in Yellow's hands moved faster in the air, each swing releasing a dazzling light in an attempt to withstand the attacks of Cthulhu and Nagash. However, as time passed, His light began to dim, and cracks appeared in His once impenetrable defense.

Seeing this, Nagash's lips curled into a cold smile. He suddenly waved his hands, releasing an even more powerful wave of death energy that struck the King in Yellow directly. This force, like a sharp blade, easily tore through the yellow mist surrounding the King in Yellow, striking his very body.

The King in Yellow let out a deep roar, filled with resentment and rage. His body began to tremble violently, and his once elegant and composed gait became unsteady. The Avengers team members watched this scene with shock and fear; they had never seen such a powerful being in such a predicament.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, the King in Yellow suddenly revealed His true power. His eyes gleamed with an unusual light, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world. He moved his hands, releasing dazzling beams of light that intertwined in the air to form intricate patterns, dissolving Cthulhu and Nagash's attacks one by one.

At the same time, the King in Yellow unleashed a mysterious and unpredictable power, which acted like invisible shackles, binding Cthulhu and Nagash tightly. Both immediately felt unprecedented pressure, and their attacks slowed down.

The Avengers, witnessing this scene, felt a renewed sense of hope. They realized that the King in Yellow might still have a chance to fight back. However, just as they were about to cheer, another unexpected turn of events occurred on the battlefield.

Nagash suddenly let out a low roar, and the death energy around him began to surge wildly, as if trying to break free from the Yellow King's restraints. Cthulhu seized the opportunity to launch an even more ferocious attack, its tentacles coiling around the Yellow King like giant pythons, attempting to devour him completely.

Faced with the combined attack of the two ancient gods, the King in Yellow finally appeared powerless.

As the King in Yellow found himself increasingly besieged by both Cthulhu and Nagash, the hearts of the Avengers clenched tightly. They knew that the fate of this ancient deity might determine the future of the entire world. In their despair, they bowed their heads in unison and began to pray silently—a pure prayer that transcended religion and faith, a deep yearning for unknown power.

"Give us the strength to let light pierce through darkness and hope illuminate despair." Tony Stark's voice was weak, but full of determination.

Natasha Romanov closed her eyes and silently prayed, "Whoever you are, wherever you are, please heed our call and save this world from its misery."

Hawkeye Clint Barton, the former Ghost Rider, also put down his bow and arrow, clasped his hands together, and prayed softly: "May the arrows point to the light of justice, leading us out of this darkness."

Just then, a warm and sacred light suddenly descended from the sky, piercing through the thick clouds and illuminating the entire battlefield. In the light, a figure slowly emerged.

(End of this chapter)