Fabricating Weird Myths, Starting From American Comics

Stark walked backwards out of the underground building.

Cover your ears.

A devil-like whisper came from his ears.

That horrible and terrifying sound, sticky and bloated.

It was like the sound of a rotting corpse passing through the sticky river water and crossing the small bridge.

It was sharp and harsh, like a sharp weapon piercing Stark's eardrum.

Stir vigorously.

"Ahhhh!" Stark screamed.

His brain seemed to be melting.

The cacophony echoed.

Confessing in a low voice.

The dilapidated building and the bones piled up around it.

He suddenly saw his dead appearance.

The mangled corpse, Captain America's shattered shield, Hawkeye torn in half.

The Hulk turned to dust.

The hammer cracked and was nailed to the wall, and blood dripped from Thor's red cloak onto the ground.

Natasha Romanoff stepped forward, her jewel-like scales shining in the light.

It makes a sweet sound like pearls falling on a jade plate.

She said: "Dedicate everything to my Lord..."

Stark shivered in pain.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!"

Suddenly all the illusions disappeared, and Stark seemed to be back in that terrible chamber filled with bones and skeletons.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw some unspeakable matter.

Those creatures that have undergone terrible distortions and have lost their identity as "human beings".

Naked, twisting his hips, lying on the ground and walking like a four-legged animal.

The body shape is rickety, hunchbacked, and the body is a rare or even unseen deformation.

In these creatures, it is indeed ordinary.

A well-dressed "gentleman" with a cane selects a creature from captivity.

The other person beside him was wearing butcher's clothes and had a ring with the Delapore family crest on his index finger.

Those creatures curled up like sheep, trying to hide themselves.

The butcher shouted loudly and waved the rope whip in his hand.

Then he grabbed the creature and dragged her towards the building that Stark just walked out of.

The room where all the various butchering tools for slaughtering pigs and cattle were placed.

A scream came out.

Those severely deformed creatures were crowded together like sheep.

Dare not listen to that terrible sound.

The sound of dripping liquid.

The sound of meat being cut apart.

So many voices rang out.

Stark's whole body trembled. This terrifying vision made Stark helpless.

The weird voice came up again, and the gaze that was watching him never moved away.

Now he was observing Stark without any scruples.

Stark was almost beside himself.

"No, stop!" Stark yelled, his face contorted with fear.

The sound of chewing was so clear, it was like chewing in the ears.

The terrible sound rang out, Stark wailing and calling.

"Wake up, wake up! Get me out of this damn illusion!"

He couldn't care anymore and started running towards the deep place.

The sounds appeared in his ears one by one.

The huge bat-like creature had three huge eyeballs squeezed together and twisted.

oh!

Listen, that's the sound of flapping wings!

That was the sound of a bat-like creature flapping its wings!

They are flying!

A soft rustling sound.

A sound like a swarm of snakes twisting and a magnetic boy with scales!

ah!

It was the tentacles covered with suckers underneath their bodies that were twisting.

Slimy and wet, the mucus on those tentacles looked like melted asphalt.

"It's all an illusion, it's an illusion!" Stark's teeth couldn't stop chattering.

"J.A.R.V.I.S, J.A.R.V.I.S! Activate Mark! J.A.R.V.I.S!"

No voice responded to him!

It's as if Stark is in that void, unable to touch the terrifying space.

In that fearful realm that humans have never reached and life has never discovered.

No one and quiet.

No sound can come from here.

Suddenly, all illusions disappeared.

Stark gasped sharply.

He saw a staggering figure wearing a yellow cloak, slowly walking towards the altar.

Three huge amounts of potholes spread out.

The man in the yellow cloak took out a shabby book with no visible material.

He opened the pages of the book and recited the terrible incantation on it.

Stark walked slowly towards the man in the yellow cloak.

Suddenly he stopped.

Looking up at Stark, his emotionless face was like a mask.

Under the yellow cloak, there are no twisting people.

That look seemed to transcend space and time, reality and fiction from fantasy.

Seeing Stark so easily.

Saw what Stark looked like.

Saw through his soul.

Stark's body trembled, which came from the most instinctive thing in his body.

That is fear!

He covered his eyes.

The man in yellow robe has disappeared.

The ancestors of the Delapore family on the ground were celebrating.

It goes without saying that the "livestock" they used for sacrifice need not be mentioned much.

"You stink! I will let you enjoy this taste! You are willing to serve me!"

In the endless Chaos, the realm beyond time and space.

Above that terrifying and incomprehensible emptiness.

That transcends all latitudes and real space.

There seemed to be some voice responding.

It was a world like a forest.

It was a creature so terrifying that words cannot describe it.

With two legs and three hands, the place where the head should have been was replaced by a huge tentacle.

There is only one vertical mouth, with sharp teeth spread out and roaring.

The clothes on his body that looked like clothing were actually his original skin, with tentacles emerging from various positions on it.

Disappear and regenerate.

The tentacles on his head were twisting, and he was walking in the strange forest filled with red mist.

Like a giant, his chest is covered with substances like swellings and pustules.

His body twisted, and that terrifying voice roared.

The voice from Taixu echoed across the boundless universe in this small secret room.

echoed in Stark's ears.

His body calmed down.

But he couldn't help but recite the ancient gray prayer full of blasphemy!

Or maybe it's the strange noise made by that terrible whisper!

Anyway, Stark's body chanted those words uncontrollably.

It’s like instinct!

"The Great Mother! Magnamat! Magnamat!"

An unintelligible murmur came from Stark's mouth.

The weird syllables were like some kind of toy missing important parts.

It can only make a meaningless sound like noise.

His face distorted, his body trembled, and he chanted words like noise feverishly:

"Diaadaghaidhsadaodann...agusbasdunachort!Dhonassdholasort,agusleat-sa!...Ung...ung...rrrth...chch... ."

Stark's voice broke off.

Hawkeye punched Stark in the neck, knocking him unconscious.

Stark collapsed to the ground and passed out.

After all, the strange voice did not appear again from the unconscious Stark.

Hawkeye doesn't know what happened, and he doesn't know if the unconscious Stark will fall into madness like those subsequent tenants.

But now it finally allowed Stark to calm down for a while.

Although it is passive physics.

"What happened?" Daisy said with horror.

Although Daisy has done several missions with Phil Coulson, it was such a terrifying and thrilling scene.

But it was more terrifying than any task she had ever done.

This feeling even made Daisy think that maybe continuing to be her father's experiment wouldn't be a bad thing?

"Stark's vision has affected him after all." Hawkeye frowned.

“It seems that he saw horrific images in his fantasy that we don’t know about.

So he fell into madness, maybe......"

Hawkeye thought of the sect in Innsmouth, the mysterious and terrifying sect known as the Secret Cult of Dagon.

The terrible gods they worshiped.

Perhaps there is a similar god here.

Maybe.....…

This underground god is more terrifying than Dagon of Innsmouth.

But no matter what that god is, it has been a long time now.

He may have left this place without a sacrifice, so only Stark, who is spiritually higher and has seen the past, is affected.

Hawkeye comforted himself like this.

He had never heard of Nyarlathotep's name, and he didn't know what kind of existence the Three Pillar Gods had besides Yog-Sothoth.

The most terrifying creatures he knew were shoggoths.

The only faith he has ever seen with his own eyes is the Dagon Esoteric Cult.

He knew nothing of those terrible beings.

Hawkeye raised his head and his keen vision allowed him to see the altar in the center of three huge pits.

There is a book on display.

Although there is still some distance, it can be seen surprisingly.

The ancient book showed no signs of being gnawed by rats.

"Daisy, you're here watching Stark.

I'll go get that book. "Hawkeye gritted his teeth and said with determination.

You have to pass through the road between the three weird huge potholes to get to the center of the altar.

What is at the bottom of that terrible pit used for sacrifice?

Even if you don't know it, it's enough to make people aware of the danger.

"I'll go with you," Rumlow pretended.

"No, I am enough on my own. If I am in danger, you should take Stark and escape immediately.

Don't save me. "After saying that, Hawkeye put the arrow on his back and tied the rope under the arrow to the nearest building to him.

Then Hawkeye walked towards the altar.

"I'll go over and take a look." Rumlow also attached great importance to the Necronomicon.

But his purpose is not to serve S.H.I.E.L.D.

But for HYDRA!

"Giving the Necronomicon to that idiot Nick Fury is a huge amount of waste!

The Necronomicon can only display its original value in the hands of our HYDRA. "

Rumlow became murderous.

If only they could be killed here and the blame placed on the Old Gods.

Then checkmate has no evidence, and it is based on the Innsmouth incident.

His words will also have a lot of credibility.

Because no one can say that the old gods would not do this.

His hand was already on the 083 pistol at his waist, but Rumlow finally put it down.

"Even if she kills Hawkeye, Daisy is not an easy person to deal with.

There's a good chance I'll miss. It's not like Innsmouth where there's no signal.

As long as one person passes the message on, HYDRA's latent plan may be exposed.

I can't take that much risk and do something I'm not sure about. "

In Rumlow's view, Daisy's Ability is still very difficult.

There is no guarantee of victory.

Unless you have Captain America's shield, a shield that can absorb all energy.

With that, maybe Rumlow can fight Daisy.

Just as Rumlow was thinking, he subconsciously glanced down at the bottomless pit.

The figure of Chaos wanders among them.

A voice sounded like thunder in his ears.

His grinning voice seemed to transcend the other side of the galaxy and be as far away as the latitude of the universe.

At that moment, Rumlow's heart welled up.

His heart was beating with the superimposed emotions of joy and fear.

A name came to Rumlow's mind.

An unfamiliar name.

A terrible name.

An unknown and Chaos name!

"Nyarlathotep!"

Those terrible words combined together formed a terrifying name.

Chaos, darkness, fear, despair!

All kinds of indescribable emotions are explained in this name.

"Ahhhh..."

Rumlow felt as if his soul was being pulled out of his body, and as if his body's soul was being squeezed by something.

That kind of hot pain is so...pleasant.

Rumlow's expression returned to calm before others noticed it.

The jet-black eyeballs returned to their normal appearance in an instant.

"Follow my Lord's mission!" Rumlow grinned.

He saw it, he heard it.

So from now on, his life and faith will belong to another great existence.

That is in the boundless darkness, in the emptiness that cannot understand the transcendent latitude.

Accompanied by wildly beating giant drums and monotonous profanity-filled instruments.

Nyarlathotep roared endlessly.

Rumlow looked at Hawkeye who had already obtained the Necronomicon.

Rumlow, who became a follower of Nyarlathotep, did not take action.

Seems to have lost interest in the Necronomicon.

Hawkeye holds the ancient Necronomicon in his hand.

This Necronomicon is written in Greek text.

Obviously it is not the original version, but the product of multiple translations.

"But it's enough." Hawkeye's heart was full of hope,

"At least we can understand those beings now!".