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Chapter 221 The Battle of Three Gods
Under Cthulhu's deep and evil gaze, the despair in the hearts of the Avengers spread rapidly like wildfire.

They had faced life and death countless times, and had found the spark of hope in despair countless times, but this time, that spark seemed to be swallowed up by the endless darkness, and not even a trace of light was left.

Tony Stark, the giant in the technological world, also felt unprecedented powerlessness at this moment.

His Mark XXVIII battle suit, this combat armor that embodies the crystallization of human wisdom, seems so pale and powerless in front of Cthulhu.

Those high-tech weapons that he once was proud of were now like children's toys and could not cause any substantial damage to the behemoth.

He clenched his teeth and tried to stay awake, but the ancient evil aura emanating from Cthulhu was eroding his will bit by bit.

Natasha Romanov, the battle-hardened agent, also felt unprecedented fear at this moment.

She had walked on the brink of life and death countless times, but never did she feel as much as she did now, that the flame of her life was about to go out.

Hawkeye, the Ghost Rider, has lost his usual composure at this moment.

His arrow was twisted by some force during its flight and could not hit the target at all. He watched his arrow fall to the ground helplessly, his heart filled with frustration and despair.

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

The other Avengers team members fell into the same despair. Even the powerful Thor could not fight against the real God.

In the sky, Cthulhu's eyes are like a burning abyss, emitting an ancient and evil light.

The power seemed to penetrate their bodies and reach deep into their souls.

They began to feel that their minds were becoming fuzzy, as if they were controlled by some unknown force.

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

Just as the Avengers were trapped in the abyss of despair and unable to struggle, an unexpected turn of events quietly occurred. In the midst of chaos and fear, a figure slowly walked out. It was Jack.

Jack's face looked particularly pale under the dim sky, but his eyes were shining with a strange light, an ancient and profound power that seemed to be able to penetrate all darkness and despair. A light yellow mist began to spread around his body, and the mist contained unspeakable weirdness and mystery.

The Avengers looked at Jack in amazement. They had never seen such a strange phenomenon. Although Tony's Mark XXVIII suit was technologically advanced, at this moment, those sophisticated sensors and detectors could not explain what was happening before their eyes.

"King in Yellow, King in Yellow, come!" Jack shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the empty battlefield with an unquestionable majesty. As his voice fell, the yellow mist in the sky became thicker and thicker, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

Suddenly, a powerful energy surged in the mist, and that energy surged like a tsunami, spreading in all directions. The members of the Avengers felt that an irresistible force bound them tightly, their bodies could not move, and their minds became dull.

At this moment, a huge figure slowly walked out of the mist. It was the King in Yellow. His presence seemed to shake the entire universe. He was wearing a yellow robe and a hat decorated with strange symbols. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, emitting an ancient and evil light.

The Avengers looked at the Yellow King in amazement. They had never seen such a terrifying existence. Compared with Cthulhu, the Yellow King seemed even more mysterious. His existence seemed to transcend time and space, making it incomprehensible to humans.

The King in Yellow slowly raised his hand, and a powerful energy flowed out 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, the sound seemed to come from the bottom of the abyss, shaking the entire space. His huge body began to tremble violently, and the ancient and evil aura stirred in the air, forming a sharp contrast with the mysterious power brought by the King in Yellow.

Cthulhu's tentacles waved in the air, trying to resist the attack of the Yellow King, but every time they touched, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier and was bounced back. The tentacles twisted and entangled in the air, making creepy sounds, but they could never break through the Yellow King's defense.

The King in Yellow seemed calm and unhurried, his steps were light and graceful, as if every step was stepping on the vein of the universe.

His hands danced slowly in the air, and each wave was accompanied by a surge of energy. The energies swirled and intertwined in the air like living things, forming complex patterns.

As the battle between the Yellow King and Cthulhu continues to escalate, the entire battlefield seems to be shrouded by an ancient and powerful force. The Avengers can only watch in amazement. They have never seen such a shocking duel.

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

The King in Yellow responded to Cthulhu's attacks with an aloof attitude. Each of his defenses seemed so easy and natural, as if he had already seen through all of Cthulhu's movements. His hands danced in the air, releasing brilliant rays of light, which intertwined into complex patterns in the air, dissolving Cthulhu's attacks one by one.

As time went by, the atmosphere on the battlefield became more and more tense. Cthulhu's roars rose and fell, and the Yellow King's low hums echoed throughout the space like an ancient spell. The energy collision between the two produced a huge shock wave, forcing the Avengers to hold their heads tightly to avoid being torn apart by the force. In this tense duel, Cthulhu and the Yellow King both showed their most powerful strength.

Cthulhu's tentacles swam in the air like a giant python, and every attack was full of destructive power.

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

When the earth-shaking duel between Cthulhu and the King in Yellow reached its climax, a deep and playful voice suddenly sounded on the battlefield, like a cold wind penetrating the tense nerves of the Avengers. This voice came from Nagash, a mysterious being who had been hiding in the dark.

Nagash's figure began to change, his face gradually distorted, and there seemed to be some kind of power surging under his skin, reshaping his features. His eyes became deep and empty, as if they could swallow all the light. With a low roar, Nagash's figure suddenly expanded, and his clothes were torn by an invisible force, revealing his true face - the God of Death.

Nagash, the god of death, was wearing a black robe with complex runes embroidered on it. These runes seemed to contain endless power of death. His eyes were like the abyss, emitting a frightening light. He slowly raised his hand, and black energy flowed between his fingers, which was full of the breath of death and decay.

"It's so hard to part. It seems that I am the only one who can help you deal with your old enemy, Cthulhu." Nagash's voice echoed on the battlefield with an unquestionable majesty. His words were full of contempt and ridicule for Cthulhu, as if this battle was just a game to him.

With the addition of Nagash, the situation on the battlefield was reversed instantly. He released a powerful death energy, which devoured all life around it like a black hole. The members of the Avengers felt a strong fear and despair surge in their hearts, and they seemed to see the shadow of death approaching them.

Cthulhu felt the power of Nagash, and it let out a deafening roar, full of anger and unwillingness towards Nagash. However, Nagash didn't care at all, he smiled and looked at Cthulhu, as if he was looking at a prey that was about to be defeated.

The Yellow King felt the threat from Nagash and groaned, his voice full of ancient spells and mysterious power. However, Nagash remained unmoved. He waved his hands and released a powerful wave of death energy, which directly hit the Yellow King.

The Yellow King's body trembled slightly, and he felt the power and strangeness of Nagash. However, as an ancient god, he would not give in easily.

The Yellow King waved his hands, releasing brilliant light, trying to block Nagash's attack.

In Nagash's arrogant smile, he and Cthulhu seemed to have formed some kind of tacit understanding, and they turned their spearheads to the King in Yellow. The atmosphere on the battlefield instantly became more depressing, and the members of the Avengers could only stand aside and watch this unimaginable battle between gods.

Nagash's black robe rustled in battle, and the death energy he released surged like a tide, constantly eroding the yellow mist around the Yellow King. When the mist came into contact with the death energy, it seemed to tremble a little, as if even the ancient and profound Yellow King was afraid of this power.

Cthulhu also took the opportunity to launch a fierce offensive. Its tentacles attacked the Yellow King like a violent storm, and each tentacle contained a terrifying force that could destroy a city. Although the Yellow King still maintained a calm attitude, facing the siege of the two ancient gods, He also began to look a little tired.

The Yellow King's hands danced faster in the air, releasing brilliant light with each swing, trying to resist the attacks of Cthulhu and Nagash. However, as time went on, his light began to dim, and cracks appeared in the once indestructible defense.

Seeing this, Nagash smiled grimly. He swung his hands violently, releasing a more powerful wave of death energy that directly hit the Yellow King. This force was like a sharp blade, easily tearing through the yellow mist surrounding the Yellow King and directly hitting His body.

The King in Yellow let out a deep roar, his voice full of resentment and anger. His body began to tremble violently, and his originally elegant and calm steps became staggering. The members of the Avengers watched this scene, their hearts filled with shock and fear. They had never seen such a powerful being fall into trouble.

However, at this critical moment, the King in Yellow suddenly showed his true power. His eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world. He waved his hands, releasing dazzling rays of light, which intertwined into complex patterns in the air, dispelling the attacks of Cthulhu and Nagash one by one.

At the same time, the Yellow King also released a mysterious force, which was like an invisible shackle, tightly binding Cthulhu and Nagash. The two suddenly felt unprecedented pressure, and their attacks became slow.

The Avengers watched this scene and their hopes were rekindled. They realized that the Yellow King might still have a chance to fight back. However, just as they were about to cheer, something unexpected happened on the battlefield again.

Nagash suddenly roared, and the death energy in his body began to surge wildly, as if trying to break free from the Yellow King's restraints. Cthulhu took the opportunity to launch a more fierce attack, and its tentacles wrapped around the Yellow King like a giant python, trying to devour Him completely.

Faced with the siege of two ancient gods, the King in Yellow finally seemed overwhelmed.

As the Yellow King gradually fell into the critical moment of being besieged by Cthulhu and Nagash, the hearts of the Avengers were tightly tied together. They knew that the fate of this ancient god in front of them might determine the future of the entire world. In despair, they all bowed their heads and began to pray silently. It was a pure wish that transcended religion and faith, and a deep desire for unknown power.

"Please give us the strength to let light penetrate the darkness and let hope illuminate despair." Tony Stark's voice was weak but full of determination.

Natasha Romanov closed her eyes and said silently in her heart: "Whoever you are, wherever you are, please listen to our call and save this world from the dire straits."

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

At this moment, a warm and sacred light suddenly descended from the sky, penetrating the thick clouds and illuminating the entire battlefield. In the light, a figure slowly emerged.

(End of this chapter)