Marvel: Starts with a Zanpakuto - Chapter 1448 The King in Yellow: Act 2

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No one could understand the strange scene that appeared in front of him.

In the most prosperous part of New York City, directly below the landmark building, there is still such an ancient, theater-like weird building hidden.

This huge underground space... is full of evil spirits.

The three of Black Widow stood above the theater, like a cliff, overlooking the entire ancient building, and their hearts were filled with unknown fears.

The seemingly absent singing, as if calling someone.

It is an extremely ancient language, and it is fundamentally different from the language structure that exists in human society. With the physical structure of human beings, it is impossible to pronounce this language.

However, the strange thing is that they can understand this language.

"No one hears the song of Pythia

The king's rags sway in the wind

The song fades away silently

Dim Carlossa..."

The bleak singing became more and more resentful, revealing a trace of hatred, as if telling a tragedy.

Facing such a bizarre scene, even the most daring Black Panther was a little uncertain at this moment, and hesitantly looked at the two companions, trying to seek their opinions.

"How to do?"

Black Panther swallowed and said, "Intuition tells me that something is wrong here."

"Nonsense, does this still use intuition?"

Rhode rolled his eyes angrily, and scolded him: "How can there be a theater under the Stark Building? There is definitely a problem here. I think we have to leave immediately, and it's not good to stay any longer!"

Hearing this, Black Panther looked at the theater again, and couldn't help but be moved: "What do you think? Natasha."

"Can't go."

Natasha stared straight at the building, as if possessed by an enchantment, her eyes flashed with a frenzy: "Pots is likely to be there, if we leave now, we will never have a chance!"

"How do you know Potts is inside?" Rhodes raised his eyebrows and shouted in a somewhat aggressive tone: "Everyone can see now that there is definitely something wrong with this theater, we can't go in!"

Black Panther also nodded in agreement: "I agree with Rhodes, there is a problem with this theater, we can't go in, Potts shouldn't be here, let's go out and talk about it."

"Go out? Hehehehe..."

Black Widow gave a low sneer, then turned around and said with a strange expression: "Why don't you look again, where is there any way back?"

Looking at the weird black widow, Black Panther and Rhodes were shocked and looked up quickly.

However, the void when the top of the head fell has long since disappeared, replaced by a scene of deep darkness like the universe, with a yellow star hanging on it.

Almost in an instant, the two tightened their muscles, pulled a large distance back, and assumed a fighting stance.

"who are you?!"

The black panther lowered his body, his hands were like tiger claws, and his eyes were staring at the black widow.

Rhodes on the side is even more exaggerated. The war machine is worthy of its code name. Weapons such as shoulder cannons, laser cannons, and Vulcan cannons are stretched out like spiders with claws and claws.

"Who else am I...?"

Black Widow tilted her head, expressionless, like a rigid puppet, her eyes were dull, and she said, "I am Natasha Romanov."

"Stop talking nonsense, she must be a Skrull and deliberately lured us here!" Rhode growled.

"No, wait... something's not right with her!"

Black Panther stopped Rhodes and frowned at Black Widow: "She... seems to be under control."

"controlled?"

Rhodes took a closer look and found that as Black Panther said, Black Widow's performance was normal, as if she had been injected with Veritaserum, her eyes were dull and her expression was stiff.

Black Panther put away his posture and walked over slowly.

"Dangerous, don't go there!" Rhode hurriedly shouted to remind him.

"It's okay, I want to check her body."

Black Panther shook his head, indicating that there was no problem. After walking to Black Widow, he tentatively stretched out his hand.

The latter didn't react at all, just like a puppet, allowing the black panther to pinch or pat the tentative moves.

After a while, the black panther used his sharp fingertips to pierce the eyebrows of the black widow, leaving a drop of blood, but the latter still did not respond.

"Her brain is in a coma."

Black Panther frowned: "But the strange thing is that her brain is clearly in a deep sleep, why does she still speak? There is something here that controls her thinking!"

Suddenly, Rhode thought of a possibility: "Do you remember? She said just now that someone was singing? She heard it first!"

"It's very likely."

Black Panther retracted his fingers and said seriously: "It's obvious now that the other party wants us in, what do you think?"

Taking a look at the theater, Rhode sighed bitterly: "Do we still have a choice? We can't get out anyway, Natasha is still under control, we can only go in and have a look."

"In that case, let's go."

Black Panther exhaled heavily, looked at the sluggish Black Widow, and said, "Take us to the theater."

As if activated, Black Widow's dull eyes regained her expression, and there was a trace of enthusiasm: "It's about to start, we have to hurry up, otherwise we won't be able to catch up."

Saying that, she walked to the high platform.

"Can't catch up with what?" Rhodes asked.

Black Widow stopped and said without looking back, "I can't catch up with the second act."

After saying that, she jumped straight off the high platform.

The two of them widened their eyes and couldn't even stop them, so they could only watch her jump down, and then hear a loud pop.

Although the height difference is not very big, it is still about ten meters, and human beings will definitely die if they jump down.

Rhodes and Black Panther ran after them, and when they came to the high platform, they looked down, only to see a pool of black widows in the lake of flesh and blood, recovering at an alarming speed, and limping toward the theater.

"hiss…"

Rhode took a deep breath: "This is not dead? Are you sure she is really still human?"

"No... I guess it may be related to that incident." Black Panther explained: "Natasha obtained something before, which is said to give the power of immortality."

Rhodes stared: "Why don't I know?"

Black Panther glanced at him: "Maybe because you are from the military, Fury doesn't want you to know."

"Don't linger, she's gone!" Black Panther patted him on the shoulder, then jumped off the high platform.

Rhodes followed angrily.

Black Widow had gone far, only the blood left on the ground along the way, and the two followed the blood.

The theater is getting bigger and bigger in their eyes.

At the same time, that strange feeling gradually accumulated in my heart, and slowly evolved into a... inexplicable unknown fear.

The yellow mottled wall is some kind of rock that has been deposited by geology. It has been artificially trimmed into bricks. It has spanned a long time and is now vicissitudes and dilapidated.

Walking through the promenade of the theater, the two followed the traces of the black widow along the blood on the ground, all the way to the inside of the theater.

Countless chairs are arranged in a ring around a huge stage in the center, flanked by closed red curtains.

"my Lord…"

Luo Tong Kong shrank suddenly and screamed in horror.

The reason why he was frightened was because on the seats were sitting corpses that had long since dried up.

Those mummy corpses were all facing the stage, their dry and purple muscle faces were tense, and the child hole had been expanded to the limit, as if they had experienced some kind of huge fear.

"Where's Natasha?"

Black Panther was not frightened, he has been looking for Black Widow.

At this moment, there was a sound of mechanical axles turning in the theater, which was extremely harsh in the open environment.

The two quickly turned their eyes to the source of the voice.

I saw that the red curtain covering the stage, under their horrified gaze, slowly opened to both sides, revealing a stage props that had already been decorated but had been rotten by the years.

Palaces, princesses, statues...

On the huge stage, they saw Black Widow.

It's just that the latter is wearing a yellow robe, kneeling on the ground wearing a crown, making a prayer posture, and uttering the language that does not belong to human beings.

At the same time, the mummified corpses in the entire theater opened their lips one after another, and began to sing along with Black Widow.

"Along the shore, cut the clouds

The twin sun sinks into the lake

long shadows fall

right there in Carcosa

The Wonderful Night of the Black Star Rising

The wonderful moon that runs at night

But even more amazing is that

Lost Carcosa

No one hears the song of Pylesia

The king's rags sway in the wind

The song fades away silently

dim carcosa

my soul can't sing

My song is like tears no longer flow

Only dryness and silence are there

Lost Carcosa"

Black Widow is dancing ~www.novelbuddy.com~ crazy and mechanical.

She was like a puppet manipulated by a string, twisting her body tirelessly and dancing non-stop on the stage.

That yellow star is getting brighter and more dazzling!

A dreadful yellow seems to be gradually approaching, as if some terrifying existence is coming.