Soul-shaking roars, shrieks, and sobbing cries—like the gates of hell had been thrown wide open—came pouring out of the spatial breach in a mad torrent! And then, even more dark monsters than before, their forms more twisted and their auras far more terrifying, burst out like a dam breaking!
These newly appeared creatures were on a completely different level.
Some looked like massive beasts stitched together from countless agonized faces. Some were like flowing tar, leaving corroded scars wherever they passed. Others were completely formless—only a constantly shifting mass of shadow that radiated a soul-freezing chill…
Their power far exceeded the previous fodder.
"My god… what did we just let out?" Spider-Man crawled up from a pile of rubble, staring at the army of monsters surging out like a tide, their despairing aura making his voice tremble.
Coulson forced himself to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression grim to the extreme. "We didn't let it out… we pissed it off! The darkness is counterattacking! Everyone, battle stations—maximum alert!"
Doctor Strange dropped the barrier, face pale but eyes razor-sharp. "Space has been torn open. They're summoning servants from a deeper abyss!"
Saitama stood before the shattered breach, watching the endless stream of monsters with an aura clearly several times stronger than before. He scratched his head.
"Ah… this is getting more troublesome."
In only a few breaths, the newly emerged, endless swarm of powerful dark monsters had completely surrounded them! Thick dark energy spread like fog, shrouding the entire core zone, cutting it off from inside and out—and swallowing the very last trace of light. The monsters' howls rose and fell, forming a suffocating encirclement.
"Back-to-back! Form a defensive ring!" Coulson shouted himself hoarse.
No hesitation.
The survivors—Saitama, Doctor Strange, Spider-Man, and several battered S.H.I.E.L.D. agents—closed ranks at once, backs pressed together into a tight circle. The glow of energy weapons, the golden runes of magic, the cocked web-shooters ready to fire, and Saitama's plain-looking fist hiding terrifying power…
All of it became their final line.
Darkness surged like a tide.
Monsters ringed them in.
Despair seeped into the air.
A harder, bloodier battle had only just begun.
The defensive circle, hammered by the monster wave, was like a reef in a storm—shuddering, on the verge of collapse, yet stubbornly standing.
"Eat this!" Spider-Man flipped and twisted in the cramped space. His webbing was no longer just for binding—it became a lethal weapon. He precisely shot an ultra-sticky web straight into the mouth and nose of a rotting bear-like monster. As it choked and thrashed, he snapped another web to a huge chunk of dark energy debris and swung it like a meteor hammer—smashing it into a floating conglomerate of wailing spirits and scattering it apart for the moment.
Doctor Strange hovered slightly above the center of the circle, both hands moving like a conductor. Serafin no Tate (Seraphim Shield) split into several smaller shields, precisely blocking corrosive liquid and shadow arrows fired from vicious angles.
At the same time, his chanting never stopped.
Winds of Watoomb!
A powerful magical cyclone formed out of nothing, ripping several flea-like giant monsters off the ground and flinging them backward into the horde, triggering a burst of chaos.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents held their ground, back-to-back, energy rifles pouring out steady fire that wove into a suppressing net against the monsters pushing in from the front. Coulson gripped a specialized energy sidearm, calmly firing controlled shots at anything that slipped through the net.
(End of Chapter)
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