In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group - Chapter 507: Death of Schiller (2)

The radiant glow of magic emanated from Doctor Strange’s hands as several shimmering rings of light appeared behind him, sparkling like a constellation of stars. Amidst the dance of his red cloak, the power of magic poured forth.

Following closely were the representatives of the Egyptian gods. Wind, rain, mist, and sand—divine powers drawn from nature itself—revealed the wild side of Nature. Torrential rain poured, fierce winds howled, and the world aged into desolation.

When the ancient deities showcased their might, it was as if they had transported this land back to ancient Egypt. As they walked upon the earth with these natural phenomena, the people of ancient Egypt hailed them as gods.

Standing before these raging forces were Jack and Schiller, their bodies gleaming with silver light, like fragile boats on a vast ocean. Only their intent to kill surpassed the chilling winds, and their blade strikes severed raindrops like pearls.

The silver radiance upon them grew brighter, and the moon in the sky began to shine more brilliantly. As Khonshu’s projected power increased, the world was bathed in moonlight, turning day into night.

Observing the surreal scene around him, Stark shouted to Strange, “Swift and decisive, or it will impact Earth!”

His judgment was correct. With Khonshu exerting his full power, changes occurred in Earth’s tides. The power of the Moon God had already affected the physical moon. If Khonshu didn’t halt his actions soon, a devastating tsunami would inevitably strike.

Stark removed the energy source from his chest and replaced it with a radiant magical one. As the energy connected, a momentary glint flashed in his eyes, revealing the ethereal godly silhouettes behind the representatives.

Strange raised his hand, retracting the bands of fabric, and the Blink ring on his hand emitted a dazzling light. A portal opened behind him, and the grand sorcerers brimming with magical radiance floated out of the doorway.

For the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj, working alongside the Egyptian godly apparitions was a novel experience. Because it was unprecedented, their magic occasionally misaligned, affecting their comrades.

“Supreme Sorcerer! What are you all doing?!” one of the gods who controlled sand and soil shouted. He had just been grazed by a ring and had instantly lost a considerable portion of his power.

“You’re all demon gods; we can’t discern friend from foe,” the sorcerer who initiated the fight replied in a rather indifferent tone.

Seeing the formidable force of Strange, who was brimming with energy, he waved his hand and said, “None of them are allies, ignore them, attack together!”

Evidently, this group of grand sorcerers had been awaiting this order for a long time. In their careers, they had never encountered a situation where demon gods were within reach yet untouchable. With Strange’s command, everyone unleashed their firepower. Cries, screams, curses, and various sounds echoed across the battlefield.

The clash on the magical plane leaned toward the enigmatic and mysterious, leaving the real world relatively untouched. The greater destruction unfolded on another battlefield.

Let’s not forget, Hydra and Captain America were bitter enemies, and their leader, Baron Zemo, had been stabbed to death by Schiller.

Baron Zemo dared to step forward due to the formidable firepower he brought. Furthermore, he had a companion providing cover—Crossbones, once a subordinate of Red Skull.

Captain America and Crossbones were old adversaries. Back on the battlefield, they had fought tooth and nail. Even if Crossbones and Baron Zemo’s alliance was merely an interest exchange, seeing Captain America’s comrade being so arrogant, openly committing murder, infuriated Crossbones…

He lunged at Steve, and Steve didn’t back down. After blocking the first strike with his shield, he swung it to deflect Crossbones. Apart from Crossbones, Baron Zemo had also brought numerous Hydra headquarters members and heavy weaponry.

It could be said that if Schiller hadn’t taken the initiative, this battle could have gone differently.

After Baron Zemo’s death, the Hydra members, armed with heavy weaponry, lacked effective coordination without a leader. They could only barely withstand the Avengers members, who outnumbered them.

If Iron Man hadn’t intervened with his magic core and joined the magical battle, the Avengers members would have been wiped out by now. Their lack of versatile firepower coverage was evident.

The magical battlefield grew even more chaotic. Schiller and Jack, both killers at heart, fought without restraint. Empowered by the Moon God Khonshu’s energy, the enormous silver blades danced ceaselessly.

Although the Egyptian gods possessed individual strength, their control over the natural elements wasn’t fully compatible, leading to instances of interference among themselves.

The most dazzling spectacle was the sorcerer team led by Strange. They genuinely paid no attention and pounced on any creature emitting demon god vibes, subjecting them to a thorough thrashing. Schiller and Jack were agile in their movements and were never caught by them. Consequently, from start to finish, they battered the gods.

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, only one person had a target in sight—Stark, armed with a hostile target lock system.

A golden streak shot through the magical radiance, tracing an elegant curve in the air. The silver Blink dots were like stars streaking across the night sky. They seemed close at hand yet remained elusive.

With a “whoosh,” a massive silver blade of light slashed across the sky. Stark maneuvered his combat suit to the side, followed by a mid-air evasive maneuver that landed him right in front of Schiller.

“Halt, Schiller! I know you’re not being controlled!”

The silver light flickered as Schiller lunged forward. The alarms on Stark’s combat suit blared, yet he stood his ground. He raised his umbrella-shaped blade, and as it descended, a splendid layer of magical radiance bloomed on Stark’s combat suit.

The “screech” of friction was piercing as the blade tip collided with the combat suit, generating a series of sparks.

With a resounding “boom,” the two parted. Stark held his chest, where the combat suit was marked with damage.

Suddenly, he hesitated again and looked at Schiller, asking, “… Are you really not being controlled?”

His response was another strike.

Two dots of light, one gold and one silver, blinked through the air. The glow of blades and hand cannons flashed in succession. The two engaged for less than a minute, leaving both sides battered.

In reality, neither of them was severely wounded. Stark’s combat suit had sustained damage, and Schiller’s clothing had been grazed by the energy beam from Stark’s magical hand cannon.

But this was just the prelude to the battle. As both sides increased their efforts, they unleashed their full might.

Stark accelerated, charging forward. Schiller held his umbrella blade to block, and in a split second of collision amid the air currents, he raised the blade and sliced through the armor on Stark’s arm. Blood spurted out, and simultaneously, the cannon on the combat suit’s shoulder emitted a radiance that grazed the side of Schiller’s arm, leaving a scorched mark.

As they both landed, they happened to land on Captain America’s and Hydra’s battlefield. When Stark touched the ground, it was like a shell hitting the surface, and after a tremendous “boom,” Stark, half-kneeling, appeared before Steve…

Steve clearly saw the fresh blood seeping from the combat suit wounds on Stark. He turned around and saw Schiller, also clutching his arm. He was momentarily unsure of whom to assist.

“Subdue him, Steve!” Stark was for the first time requesting Steve’s help on the battlefield. He said, “Schiller might be under some sort of control. Subdue him quickly!”

Steve raised his shield and charged toward Schiller. The blade tip, pulsating with magical radiance, couldn’t pierce Captain America’s shield.

At this moment, Schiller shifted tactics. He spread open his umbrella, and the strange patterns on its snake-like surface disrupted Steve, slowing his movements.

Deflecting the umbrella blade, Steve retreated two steps, shook his head, and then re-engaged in combat. Seeing this, Spider-Man and a few others began to surround Schiller.

Schiller, wielding both magic and combat skills, stood invincible for a moment. Although Captain America and Spider-Man were faster than Blink, and despite their high defenses, they couldn’t withstand the blade infused with magical power.

But the only problem was that while Schiller could handle a few attackers, he couldn’t defeat them.

In plain terms, he couldn’t breach Captain America’s defense. The shield appeared in a very enigmatic manner, always where it was needed, and was incredibly sturdy.

When Blade touched the shield, it emitted a screech and a shower of sparks, even though the shield lacked any magical defense. For some unknown reason, the power of magic simply couldn’t penetrate it.

Yet Schiller didn’t change his tactics. Mechanically, he kept thrusting his blade forward, blocked, then attacked again. His seemingly strategy-less approach led Stark and Steve to grow even more suspicious that he might be under some sort of control.

While everyone on both battlefields was fully immersed in combat, no one noticed that Arthur, the follower of Ammit, who had been brought by Marc in the car’s backseat, had quietly disappeared.

As Stark and Schiller landed on Steve’s side, the two battlefields merged completely. However, this didn’t hinder either side, as sorcerers and gods fought in the skies, while the rest of humanity engaged in ground warfare.

At this stage of the battle, the lines between factions had blurred. The Egyptian gods wanted to attack Khonshu, but the sorcerers aimed to attack the gods. Khonshu and the sorcerers found themselves on the same side.

Meanwhile, the Avengers sought to subdue Schiller and Jack, who were harnessing Khonshu’s power. However, the Avengers and the sorcerers were on opposing sides…

Amidst the chaos, it was evident that the Egyptian gods were gradually retreating, as they were the ones taking the most hits. Being numerous meant they were easy targets, and their chosen representatives weren’t as strong as Schiller and Jack. Some didn’t even possess combat skills. While they could easily overwhelm ordinary people, they seemed powerless among this group of intelligent and skilled sorcerers and superheroes.

At that moment, a dazzling arc of light illuminated the skyline. The actions of both sides in combat momentarily halted as they turned their heads to look at the horizon.

When the light shone, accompanied by ascending dots of light, the surrounding light transformed into an eerie shade of purple, casting an extraordinarily eerie hue across the entire sky…

One of the Egyptian gods exclaimed first, “In the direction of the pyramids… Ammit! Ammit has broken free!”

“Why would it break the seal?!” someone asked, but nobody could provide an answer. All they could do was watch as this power descended upon them.

Unlike the Egyptian gods, who were projections of their true forms from the higher realm, Ammit, now freed, was the true embodiment. Its true form resided within Earth itself. Therefore, it didn’t need to break through Earth’s external magical defenses. In an instant, it appeared in the sky over the battlefield.

It was a monstrous creature with a human body and a crocodile head, its evil eyes blinking with purple light. Its size wasn’t significant, but its potent energy set it apart from the projected energies.

Underneath Ammit, Arthur reappeared. His face was pale, his expression dark, and he stared fixedly at Schiller with a sinister gaze.

“My most devoted follower, you have awakened me and allowed me to reclaim my dominion! Therefore, I shall bestow upon you power, dispelling the fear in your heart. Go forth and pass judgment upon these irredeemable sinners. This shall bring you unparalleled glory!”

With Ammit’s proclamation, Arthur trembled, raising his staff with both hands and advancing toward Schiller.

Khonshu’s silhouette also materialized behind Schiller, but he remained silent, saying nothing. Ammit taunted, “Khonshu, you’re trembling with fear because you’ve always been a hesitant coward!”

“You’ve never used the Thunderbolt against these damned sinners. You’ve continuously forgiven them, allowing evil to roam freely in the world. Yet now, you’re stooping to their level!”

“Watch, my follower shall judge them. I am the embodiment of justice and righteousness in the mortal world—the sole arbiter!”

With Ammit’s roar, Arthur raised his staff, and the brilliant purple light shot into the sky. After enveloping the sky, two streams of purple Thunderbolts targeted Schiller and Jack.

At that moment, a silver light flickered on both individuals, but contrary to everyone’s expectations, as the Thunderbolts struck down, the power belonging to Khonshu vanished from both of them.

The Thunderbolts, filled with a fierce intent that struck at the heart, pierced through their bodies, leaving gaping black holes in their chests.

Their fingers weakly released their grip, and the umbrella fell to the ground. The umbrella handle tapped the puddle, creating numerous tiny splashes of water.

The members of the Avengers witnessed Schiller’s breath stop and his gaze lose focus, much like an ordinary person’s passing. He slowly collapsed to the ground.

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