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Chapter 740 Does God Bleed?

What fell from the sky was Xisorn's "essence," a part of the demon god himself. Because his will had not yet entered this world, this part of his essence, although capable of becoming an incarnation, did not.

Even so, the immense power it possesses is something that no one present can withstand.

Every survivor of the Old Gods War possessed terrifying power beyond that of ordinary people. Unlike most dimensional daemons such as Velasquez and Dormammu, they did not find a dimension, occupy it, or even merge with it.

Gaia, Oshutu, Xisorn, and Set—their status as ancient gods is even higher than their status as dimensional demons—they can create their own dimensions with their own great power; they themselves are abstract entities.

This is precisely why, at the very moment when Xisorn's essence, like liquid asphalt, slowly drooped down...

it's dark.

The sky, which had been as bright as molten lava, plunged into absolute darkness in an instant, and all light vanished. Peter could not see anything, so he tried to emit bioelectricity to provide illumination.

Then, he still couldn't see anything, but he could feel the electric current flowing through him, and the suit's sonar and infrared vision were completely useless. Peter then realized what was happening.

"The light has disappeared..."

Sithon said, "There is no light."

And so the light of the world ceased to exist.

Peter's spider-sense reached its limit in an instant, so much so that even Strange's magic couldn't stop it; the web-sight from Spider-Man Noir went into overdrive. This vision, which didn't require light, told Peter what had happened.

The sky became a physical entity, imbued with mass by Sithon.

Gravity reversed, and the entire border of hell pressed down toward the sky, with immense mass then converging around the falling essence.

It was at this very moment.

Light has returned to the world.

Strange raised the Book of Vishanti and unleashed powerful white magic. Gentle energy swept past Peter, and every Midnight Child present became a source of light, becoming part of the illumination of the borders of Hell.

The sky also began to crack, then floated upwards, and the gravity that bound people gradually disappeared.

Peter was at a loss for what to do. He looked at Strange, then at the huge cracks in the sky. These cracks had collided with the cracks Peter had created and then been repaired by Sithon, leaving them in a dilapidated state.

At that moment, a mouth suddenly appeared next to Peter, and then Strange's voice came from that mouth.

"The Book of Vishanti won't last long. We have limited time. What you need to do is the same as before, Spider-Man. Continue to destroy the summons. The others will assist you."

Strange watched the scene unfold with great anticipation, suspending the Book of Vishanti in the air to protect everyone. Below, both Iliana and the Midnight Children were already engaged in battle with the enemy with the help of an endless army of undead.

And that's not enough.

“Sithon can continuously transmit his inexhaustible power through this essence he reveals, unless we can sever this essence and then destroy or repair the entire rift.”

Strange and Wanda began to explain, but Wanda, having witnessed the power of Sithon, pointed out a flaw in the plan: "But even with just that, Sithon is still more powerful than us and harder to defeat."

"Yes, so we need to stop his continued attacks, and that's our next step."

As he spoke, Strange cast a spell and produced the next item he had prepared: the Frost Giant's Winter's Box. "The Winter's Box can bring Fimbulwinter, a winter strong enough to freeze magical power itself, and enough to freeze the enemy during the short period when Sithon is temporarily held off."

Strange smiled. In the frontier of hell, forever shrouded in the smell of hellfire and sulfur, the frigid winds, enough to bring the temperature back to the Ice Age, quickly covered the entire world and began to condense the ancient god essence dripping from the sky.

At that very moment, Strange told Peter the most crucial step in the entire plan.

"Only you can do this: cut it off!"

Peter, who was being carried through the air by the levitation cloak, felt it was all too absurd.

“I think it might be due to perspective; Strange, you have no idea what this thing actually is. Even at its thinnest point, I estimate its diameter is a full forty kilometers. How are you supposed to cut it?”

"Go ahead and cut. I've found you some help. Also, we can't let the essence of Sithon drip onto the borders of Hell. I'll tell you how to solve the whole problem. Get moving now."

Unable to figure out what Strange was thinking, Peter continued his actions, tearing through space. But this time, something unexpected happened. It was as if he had destroyed a particularly critical node, and the rift suddenly spread for more than ten kilometers.

And this is the wonderful use of chaos magic.

“Your mutant ability is to manipulate probability, while chaos magic has the power to reshape the world, Miss Maximov. The combination of these two can give you the power to alter reality, but usually you don’t care.”

Strange cast a spell to help Wanda cast a spell, transferring a vast amount of chaos magic power into Peter's hands. The enhancement of chaos magic made Peter's ability to tear through reality much stronger in an instant.

He swung his hand down heavily, cutting a slit in the sky above the entire world.

Then, that drop of essence began to fall and change. Just as Strange said, this couldn't be allowed to land; it was the essence of Sithon, and it could completely give birth to a clone of Sithon.

But similarly, this is also an incredibly vast amount of energy, just like dimensional energy.

The anti-venom suit instantly covered Peter's entire body, and then he cast the spell that Strange had told him. A giant bow made of pure magical energy appeared in Peter's hands, followed by the full power of the almost insignificant essence of Sithon himself that had been severed from him.

Then came the cold wind from the Winter's Chest, the chaotic magical power from Wanda, the white magical energy from the Book of Vishanti, and the necromantic magical energy from the Necronomicon, all converging on this sword.

"Who should I fight? Sisson? I don't think Velasco is quite qualified either."

"Yes, raise your arrows and draw them on Sithon!"

Peter held his bow, aimed it at the crack in the sky he had torn open, and took a deep breath.

The string has come loose.

In that instant, chaotic magic enveloped the arrow. Then it vanished, disappearing into the void.

Just a moment later.

The sky over the entire border of Hell remained as calm and unchanged as ever.

Then Peter lost consciousness.

(End of this chapter)