Chapter 508: I Bloom in Slaughter (Part 3)

Marc, who was driving, stopped talking, seemingly wanting to ask what happened when he lost consciousness, and where the so-called important item beetle went. But when Schiller fell silent, the whole atmosphere solidified, and instinct told Marc that it was better for him not to make a sound now.

In the pitch-black rainy night, a car that was also pitch-black and only had faint reflections sped past the road, bringing up splashing water.

Between the high-rise buildings, the speeding car was like a bullet just out of the gun barrel. With a "creak," the braking sound at high speed was incomparably harsh, and the tires left scorched marks on the ground. In front of the Sanctum Sanctorum on Wall Street in New York, Seeing Natasha walked out of the car.

"Bang!" Seeing Natasha closed the car door and walked quickly into the gate of the Sanctum Sanctorum. Looking from the street, on the dim street, only here was brightly lit.

Completely different from the silence outside, the Sanctum Sanctorum was bustling. Even standing in the reception area of the first-floor lobby, one could hear the noise upstairs.

The female receptionist behind the table showed a gentle smile. Before Seeing Natasha could show her ID, she nodded and said, "Hello, the Sorcerer Supreme is waiting for you on the 3rd floor."

Seeing Natasha also nodded and walked quickly toward the stairs. Just as she walked to the corner of the first floor, a red ribbon floated down, turning into an arrow, pointing her to go up.

When passing through the second-floor stairwell, Seeing Natasha looked inside. At this time, the office area was bustling.

Phones were flying around in the sky, flashing and catching fire, and many terrifying cosmic entity phantoms were floating on their heads, seemingly not satisfied with arguing over the phone, and directly projecting their descent for real-person fighting.

Beautiful and dreamy magic brilliance floated between the chandeliers, and the sound of books turning and the rustling of the fireplace echoed each other. The scene that should have been full of wonderful fantasies was often interspersed with words like "interest rate," "tax fee," "membership," etc., which were out of place.

Withdrawing her gaze, coming to the third floor, Seeing Natasha found that this place seemed to have used soundproofing magic, appearing very quiet. After she walked in, Strange was leaning against the sofa reading a book.

It was rare that he was not wearing a suit, but a magic robe, with a red cloak behind him. The guiding red ribbon flew back into his hand. Strange stretched out his hand, pointed to the sofa opposite the coffee table, and Seeing Natasha walked over and sat down.

"I have already told you on the phone that our agents investigated and someone witnessed unknown firelight in Austria." As he said, Seeing Natasha took out a stack of photos from her handbag.

Strange took the photos and frowned. He said, "Very interesting, it does look like the energy of a cosmic entity, but Germany and Austria don't have any decent pantheons..."

"Can you infer which cosmic entity it is?"

"The photos you took are too blurry, only some white bright light can be seen, and the photos cannot make me feel the factors of occultism. Although it might be possible to find out, it requires a certain amount of time."

"Schiller has been out of contact for more than 10 hours. You know what this means." Seeing Natasha said with a serious expression.

"It means he must have come up with a big plan again, and this time it seems he doesn't intend to bring us along." Strange threw the photos onto the table. He also became slightly serious, looked at Seeing Natasha, and asked, "Besides this kind of light, are there any other clues?"

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"We have already sent people there, and there should be news soon." Seeing Natasha said and picked up the phone, then dialed out. The busy tone rang a few times, Seeing Natasha connected the phone, and then said:

"Hello? Yes, it's me. Did you just arrive? How is the situation there? Are there any clues?... What do you mean by hard to describe?"

Following the signal of the phone across thousands of miles, on the street of the Austrian town, Iron Man Stark looked down at the gullies and the messy dirty water puddles on the ground and said somewhat confusedly, "There are no clues here, but there are clues everywhere."

"... No, I'm not speaking in riddles, it's just that I don't have any understanding of magic. Forget it, Strange, are you there? Just open a portal and come over to see. By the way, bring all the members of the Avengers, this matter might be a bit big."

Iron Man, wearing a steel battle suit, turned around at the scene. As he said, there were indeed many traces here, but most of them he couldn't understand because these were not caused by known conventional thermal weapons. One look and it was traces left by magic.

But this did not prevent Stark from being able to see that someone had a fierce battle here. Perhaps, there was more than one.

After a while, a portal appeared in the air, and a pile of people fell from the sky. Strange walked out last.

Peter, who had just fallen to the ground, shouted, "You really should improve your portal technology! Every time I will fall!"

"Shouldn't the portal be opened where it should be opened?" Eric stood up with the knife in his hand. He looked at Strange and said irritably, "Will your door open in the air 3 stories high?"

"This is already not bad. Before, the height of my door was 5 stories." Strange said while beginning to look down at the traces on the ground.

He first touched the dirty water on the ground lightly, but it was raining heavily now, and the originally thick black water had been diluted a lot. Strange didn't see any clues.

"What happened here?" Steve, who raised his shield to cover the rain, walked to Stark's side. He looked at the deepest gully and said, "It looks like it was slashed out by someone. Are you sure this was Schiller's handiwork?"

"This is exactly the biggest problem. This doesn't look like Schiller's style at all. He only uses a pen, not a knife." Stark said very firmly.

"Wait!" Strange suddenly made a sound. He squatted on the edge of a shallow gully, stretched out his hand, and touched some sand from the edge of the water puddle.

Touching further down, it seemed to be some scattered sand. Now it had been soaked very moist by the rain, but Strange still found clues from it. He said, "Sand... is it the Egyptian pantheon?"

"Ah, look at this!" Peter also called out, "There should have been a car here, but it just drove away!"

Peter pointed to a trace on the ground. Stark flew over and then directly turned on the scan. He said, "Someone drove away from here. Could it be Schiller?"

"Don't worry about that for now." Seeing Natasha pressed her headset and then said, "Follow this trajectory and catch up with them."

Just after the Avengers left, another group of figures came to the scene. Agents dressed strangely checked the ground, then took out their mobile phones and called their leader.

"Mr. Jazz, a small-scale war did indeed break out here. 'Doctor' should not have lied to you. It might be S. H. I. E. L. D. or KGB..."

"Yes, these traces cannot be left by known conventional thermal weapons. Okay, I will investigate their whereabouts as soon as possible. I know, I will definitely do my best to protect the safety of the headquarters."

Soon, they also discovered the traces of the car driving away, so this team of agents also started a chase journey.

And the car that had already driven away from this town began to drive toward Germany. This town is located in western Austria, very close to Germany. Soon, the car came to the German-Austrian border line.

This is a relatively desolate suburb with no people, only a lonely moon hanging in the sky. The rain never stopped, and in the dense rain lines, through the windshield, Marc saw the moonlight in the sky begin to flicker.

"Chi-la!"

Marc stepped hard on the brakes, and his whole body was pushed to the steering wheel by the recoil. He rubbed his chest that had been hit and looked at the huge figure blocking the front of the car.

Khonshu, standing in front of the car, flickered. A faint light flickered in the hollow skull eye sockets. Behind him was the dark night covered with rain. The rain lines were clearly visible in the faint light beside him. Marc shook his head hard. No matter how many times he looked, this kind of terrifying illusion still made him feel terrified.

Khonshu opened his huge bird beak, leaving only a low voice, echoing on the empty highway:

"Be careful, they are coming..."

With a "clack," lightning struck the road not far away. In the second the light lit up, Marc was sure that he saw countless terrifying figures on both sides of the highway.

But after everything returned to darkness, what appeared in the light of the car headlights was a group of humans. They were men and women, dressed differently, but all walked toward this car stopped in the middle of the road.

Marc pushed the car door and got out. That group of people turned their eyes to him eerily. One of them opened his mouth and said, "Khonshu, we received a report. Ammit said you colluded with external evil gods and created slaughter. Come back to court with us to accept judgment."

Marc's body stiffened. The blue veins on the side of his neck bulged, and then white light emerged from his eyes. Khonshu's voice came from his mouth:

"Ammit is confusing right and wrong. It was he who poured power into the human world without restraint, trying to break free. I was just fighting back."

"But you summoned two evil believers and kidnapped Ammit's believers. Have you forgotten the rules of the heavenly realm?"

Marc turned his head stiffly and saw Arthur, who had been picked up by Schiller and thrown in the back seat, unconscious. He paused and said, "Ammit made his followers walk in the human world, spread evil doctrines, and he is killing innocent people. That is not judgment."

"We are not interested in the disputes in the field of faith between you, but according to the rules of the heavenly realm, you must follow us back to accept judgment." One of the women opened her mouth. Her voice carried a mysterious echo, as if coming from a distant place.

"The Twelve Pillar Gods have long since decayed!" Khonshu's tone contained anger. He said, "You have long known Ammit's actions, but you abandoned humanity, seeking faith in vain, but not bestowing protection, just as you did millions of years ago..."

"Staying away from humans is the gods' mercy to all living beings." Another man opened his mouth. His voice was solemn and solemn. He said, "No matter what, you are still one of us. You should follow us back and confront Ammit..."

They were still speaking in ancient Egyptian. Schiller just sat in the passenger seat of the car, watching all this through the windshield.

In the rainy night darker than the night, everyone standing in front of the car had mysterious light in their eyes. All this was like the beginning of a classic horror movie.

But this eerie atmosphere did not last long. A golden meteor streaked across the sky. Accompanied by the sound of jetting, Iron Man landed on top of the vehicle. He didn't know what the people here were doing, but he saw Schiller sitting in the car.

The Avengers followed, and immediately after, another motorcade drove over from the other end of the highway.

Steve, who had just walked up to investigate, narrowed his eyes, because the moment the high beam was turned off on the opposite side, he saw an old acquaintance sitting in the car—Hydra leader Baron Zemo.

At this time, Stark, who came to the side of the car, simply opened the driver's seat door, then sat in, turned to look at Schiller, and asked, "What are you doing here? And what is going on now?"

He saw Schiller push the car door and walk out. Under the gaze of Captain America, Baron Zemo greeted Schiller. The two shook hands in front of the car, and Baron Zemo said:

"Welcome back, Doctor, Hail Hydra."

Steve's pupils shrank, Iron Man rushed out of the door, and the Avengers behind him all showed expressions of disbelief. But just at this moment, something even more shocking happened—

Schiller, who had just finished shaking hands with Baron Zemo, instantly raised his umbrella and swung it, "bang" knocking Baron Zemo to the ground, stepped on his chest with one foot, and pierced his throat with a knife.

Instantly, the umbrella opened, and the gushing blood stained the uniforms of Iron Man and Captain America, flowing down along their bodies and dripping into the water puddles on the ground.

On the surface of the dark red water puddle, Schiller's jaw was reflected. His mouth opened, and the strange voice was hidden in the sound of rain.

"Yesterday, they were divided into two..."

"Today, they are united as one." ===== CHAPTER 509 =====