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Chapter 312 The Final Death

"Such power! If I could replicate that gun into the Mark armor, wouldn't I be less passive when facing this monstrous enemy in the future?"

Thinking of this, Tony Stark, who had suffered multiple setbacks today, felt a surge of excitement.

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"roar!"

Another gunshot, like a dragon's roar, rang out.

As the crimson light blast roared from the mouth of the Dragon Slayer, the twisted shadow instantly transformed into countless shadows and vanished from the spot.

"Trying to dodge? Heh, a dragon slayer's bullets aren't so easy to dodge."

Just as a cold smile appeared on Erin's lips.

Not far away, Thor, wielding the spear Gungnir, suddenly slammed it heavily into the ground, instantly sending a golden shockwave spreading in all directions.

When the golden shockwave swept over Captain America and his companions, it felt like a warm breeze, giving them a comforting sensation.

But when the shockwave touched the thousands of scattered shadows, it suddenly burst forth with a magnificent and powerful divine force.

In an instant, those scattered shadows were burned to ashes.

Just for a moment.

Most of the scattered, distorted shadows on the battlefield were cleared away.

but.

Before the divine impact could shatter the remaining distorted shadows.

The crimson bullet fired by the Dragon Slayer suddenly veered off course and plunged straight into the barrel of a tank's cannon.

boom!

Accompanied by the explosion of the scarlet light bullet.

A roar came from the dark tank cannon barrel.

Seeing the distorted shadow emanating from the shattered cannon barrel, Thor paused slightly, then glanced in surprise at the Dragon Slayer in Erin's hand.

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[Dragon Slayer Trait 4: Pursuit. Every bullet fired by the Dragon Slayer can lock onto a target and track its prey according to the wielder's will.]

[Note: Hey baby, while I can't hit my target like another guy, dodging my baby isn't so easy either. Of course, you can run as far as you can before I shoot... that might help you live a little longer.]

Noticing Thor's gaze, Arlin nodded to Thor, who had just offered to help him, and said, "Just a little tracking tactic."

"Small tricks? That's a remarkable trait. My father paid a great price to give the Spear of Eternity this characteristic. It's a pity that if this trait weren't unsuitable for Thor's hammer, I would have liked to add it to my own hammer..."

In Thor's view, the seemingly infallible attribute displayed by the [Dragon Slayer] was no small feat.

The more powerful the artifact, the rarer such a characteristic becomes; for some extremely powerful artifacts, such a characteristic is something they desire but cannot obtain.

After a slight smile, Erin didn't offer any further explanation. Instead, he glanced at the Spear of Eternity in Thor's hand and said, "I just saw that the Spear of Eternity seemed capable of imprisoning that guy. Can you activate that ability? If you can keep it in place for a while, I might try to see if I can completely kill this monster."

After hearing what Erin said.

Captain America, standing nearby, immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Do you have a way to kill this guy?"

"I'm not sure, but if we can keep that monster in place, I'm at least 30% confident."

"Thirty percent? That's enough."

Upon hearing this, Steve was not disappointed at all; instead, his eyes lit up with a brilliant light.

He tightened his grip on the vibranium shield, then said to Thor, "I'll distract the monster, and then you find an opportunity to pin it to the ground with your father's golden spear."

"Good tactics."

After tossing the Spear of Eternity in his hand, Thor said, "Although I cannot unleash the full power of Gungnir like the Father, I can still pin that monster to the ground."

Then, Dr. Banner, who had regained his senses, suddenly growled, "Then, add me to the list."

Looking at Dr. Banner's imposing and massive body, which exudes an overwhelming sense of oppression.

As if seeing the perfect tank, Thor smiled and said, "Of course, but before that, let me give you a layer of lightning so you can deal with that guy better."

As he spoke, Thor raised the Spear of Eternity and drew bolts of lightning from the still-lingering dark clouds above New York, then draped Hulk in thick ribbons of lightning.

Upon feeling the tingling sensation return to his body, Hulk revealed a sinister grin.

The next second, he took off running and rushed towards the twisted shadow in the distance that seemed to be brewing something.

Almost at the same time Hulk charged out, Steve, wielding a vibranium shield, followed closely behind.

They saw the two who had launched the attack.

Thor did not act like an assassin, wielding the Spear of Eternity and hiding to wait for an opportunity.

Instead, he stepped on two bolts of lightning that shot out from under his feet, and burst out towards the twisted shadow at a speed even faster than Hulk.

Rather than hiding on the sidelines looking for an opportunity, he is better at finding opportunities in the midst of battle.

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the other side.

Ailin, clad in silver-white steel armor, leaped into the sky with a single tap of his foot.

"hehe······"

He faced a group of mortals who, after Erin appeared, suddenly united and charged towards him.

The twisted shadow, which seemed to be brewing something, and the eyes that resembled black flames, suddenly revealed a terrifying madness.

The next second, countless dense cracks appeared all over the twisted shadow's body.

Immediately after

A series of chaotic and frenzied syllables suddenly burst forth from the dense, mouth-like cracks, then coalesced into a sound that resounded throughout New York.

"die!"

In those two ancient moments, emerging from the dense cracks of New York's shadow.

With an extreme, mad, twisted shadow in his eyes, it was as if he had burned out his last bit of power, instantly withering and cracking, then generating a black tide of death that exploded outwards from the twisted shadow.

A massive black tide, like a whirlpool, instantly engulfed Thor and his companions.

Then came the entire devastated battlefield.

And at an even faster pace, it spread to the nearby neighborhoods, the whole of Manhattan, and even the mega-metropolis of New York.

With each passing second, the black tide increased and spread outwards exponentially.

It seemed as if it wanted to drown the entire world with the tide of deathly energy, sacrificed with its own death.

A sense of grandeur, deathly silence, despair, and an unimaginable fear quickly enveloped the entire city of New York.

...

"What's going on?"

At this moment.

Whether it's office workers huddled together in garages, elderly people and children shivering in their basements, or ordinary people running frantically through the streets of New York, trying to escape this megacity.

They all seemed to sense something and turned their heads in a panic.

There was nothing in the area they could see.

Yet, as if by unspoken agreement, a deathly dark tide surged into their minds, sweeping towards them.

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Under this terrifying power of death.

Arryn and Thor, who were about to launch an attack on the distorted shadow, both changed their expressions.

Meanwhile, in the Stark Tower in the distance, Loki, who had been watching the commotion and even pretending to foam at the mouth to tease Coulson and the others, suddenly jumped up from the ground with a drastic change in expression.

"Holy crap..."

"Damn it, those divine fiends are indeed a bunch of incomprehensible lunatics."

Loki thought the battle in the distance was still going strong, but before the final battle even began, that abomination of the gods went mad and sacrificed itself, summoning a terrifying forbidden power.

Upon sensing the terrifying, deathly power that seemed capable of annihilating the world, Loki's first reaction was to slip away as fast as he could.

But before he could do anything, the overwhelming black tide instantly engulfed Stark Tower.

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Just a few seconds.

The wave of death had already engulfed everyone.

Most people didn't even have time to react; the instant they saw that massive black wave, they were swallowed up by the tide of death.

After being swallowed by the tide of death.

An immense, indescribable sense of oppression and deathly silence descended upon everyone.

Faced with this indescribable oppression and deathly silence, the money, honor, status, power, and desires that people used to pursue seemed to have lost their color and become meaningless.

Even the most beautiful and original dream hidden deep in people's hearts seems to die halfway in the face of death itself, becoming fragmented.

"Since death is inevitable from birth, what is the point of all this pursuit?"

Death is death; it does not become noble because of a person's status, nor does it change because of a person's poverty.

Under the influence of this black wave, drastic changes appeared on the faces of everyone who was swallowed up by it.

From initial shock and panic to disappointment and numbness, it all eventually turned into a lifeless, dull silence.

next moment.

A capitalist who had struggled for most of his life, transforming from a lowly wage slave into a boss and about to enjoy the pleasures of capitalism, emerged from the corner of the building where he had been hiding, and then stepped expressionlessly through the broken glass windows of the building, letting his body fall from the sky.

His appearance seemed to be a signal.

More and more workplace elites and lowly office workers are stepping over the glass of skyscrapers, only to fall from the sky one after another like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

Then he let himself splatter on the ground and turn into a bloody pulp.

In the final moments of their lives, those broken yet vivid faces seemed to bear a strange smile of relief.

Those who had been standing in the street, running for their lives, stopped in their tracks, a strange expression on their faces. They then casually picked up a piece of broken glass from the ground and slashed their own throats.

He let the gushing blood flow freely, soaking his own body.

Those who were carrying guns raised the pistols they were using to protect themselves and then pulled the triggers at their temples.

"Bang bang bang..."

Accompanied by gunshots echoing through the streets and alleys, heads with gun barrels pressed against their temples exploded with a bang, their foul-smelling red and white liquids splattering into the sky.

Countless creative ways of dying have appeared on the streets of New York.

In those residential buildings, some even ignited the natural gas in their homes, turning a grand explosion into their own death.

of course.

Among these countless deaths, there will always be a few people with a strong will to live who do not want to die easily.

these people.

Some kept encouraging themselves, recalling their longing for life, and trying to break free from the shadow of death.

Some, before they had completely lost their will to live, took out a stick and knocked themselves unconscious, attempting to escape death in this way.

Others, driven by intense love and obsession, placed their yearning for life on their families. Before they completely lost faith, they tied their family members up with ropes to prevent them from committing suicide.

but.

All of this was ultimately in vain.

Their final struggle only added a touch of irony to their deaths.

Those who cheer themselves up ultimately die while clinging to the thought of death.

A person who knocks themselves unconscious with a stick in an attempt to escape death silently loses their last breath.

Those who devoted their boundless love to giving their family and loved ones the hope of life ended up strangling their own family and loved ones with their own hands.

Just as megacities like New York were about to die out.

A soft sigh escaped.

It suddenly rang out in New York.

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(Typo, please send first and I will correct later.)

(End of this chapter)