Chapter 1448 The King in Yellow: Act 2
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No one could understand the strange sight that appeared in front of them.
In the most prosperous area of New York City, directly under the landmark building, there is such an ancient, weird theater-style building hidden.
This huge underground space... is full of evil.
The three Black Widows stood on a cliff-like place above the theater, overlooking the entire ancient building, and their hearts were filled with unknown fear.
The vague singing voice seems to be calling someone.
It is an extremely ancient language, and it is fundamentally different from the language structure existing in human society. With human physiological structure, it is impossible to pronounce this language.
However, the strange thing is that they can understand this language.
"No one knows the song of the Hyades
The king's rags are swaying in the wind
The song quietly disappeared there
Dim Carcosa..."
The cold singing became more and more resentful, with a hint of hatred in the bones, as if it was telling a tragedy.
Faced with such a strange scene, even the most courageous Black Panther was a little unsure at this moment. He looked hesitantly at his two companions and tried to seek their opinions.
"what to do?"
Black Panther swallowed his saliva and said, "My intuition tells me that something is very wrong here."
"Nonsense, do you still need intuition?"
Rhodes rolled his eyes angrily and shouted back: "How can there be a theater underground in the Stark Tower? There is definitely something wrong here. I think we have to leave immediately. If we stay any longer, it will be bad!"
Hearing this, Black Panther looked at the theater again and couldn't help but feel a little moved: "What do you think? Natasha."
"Can't leave."
Natasha stared straight at the building, as if she was possessed, with a faint flash of fanaticism in her eyes: "Poots is probably in there. If we leave now, we will never have a chance again!"
"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 and we can't go in!"
Black Panther also nodded in agreement: "I agree with Rhodes. There is something wrong with this theater. We can't go in. Potts shouldn't be here. Let's go out and talk about it."
"Get out? Hehehehe..."
Black Widow sneered lowly,
Then he turned around and said with a strange expression: "Why don't you take another look and see where there is a way back?"
Looking at the strange black widow, Black Panther and Rhodes were startled and looked up hurriedly.
However, the hole above the head when it fell had long since disappeared. Instead, there was a scene of deep darkness like the universe, with a pale yellow star hanging above it.
Almost instantly, the two tightened their muscles, pulled back a large distance, and assumed a fighting stance.
"who are you?!"
The Black Panther lowered his body, his hands were in the shape of tiger claws, and he stared at the Black Widow with sharp eyes.
Rhodes on the side was even more exaggerated. The war machine lived up to its code name, with shoulder cannons, laser cannons, Vulcan cannons and other weapons stretched out like spiders with claws.
"Who else could I be?"
Black Widow tilted her head, her face expressionless, like a stiff puppet, her eyes dull, and said, "I am Natasha Romanoff."
"Stop talking nonsense, she must be a Skrull and deliberately lured us here!" Rhodes growled.
"No, wait...something's not right with her!"
Black Panther stopped Rhodes and looked at Black Widow with a frown: "She... seems to be controlled."
"controlled?"
Rhodes took a closer look and found that, as Black Panther said, Black Widow's behavior was normal, as if she had been injected with veritaserum, her eyes were dull and her expression was stiff.
The Black Panther put away his posture and walked over slowly.
"It's dangerous, don't go there!" Rhodes shouted as a reminder.
"It doesn't matter, I want to check her body."
The Black Panther shook his head and said it was okay. After walking to the Black Widow, he tentatively stretched out his hand.
The latter did not react at all, just like a puppet, allowing the Black Panther to pinch or pat it.
After a moment, the Black Panther used his sharp fingertips to pierce the Black Widow's eyebrows, leaving a drop of blood behind, but the latter still did not respond.
"Her brain is in coma."
Black Panther frowned and said: "But the strange thing is that her brain is obviously asleep, why is she still talking? There is something here that controls her thinking!"
Suddenly, Rhodes thought of a possibility: "Do you still remember? She just said that someone was singing? She was the first to hear it!"
"It's very possible."
Black Panther retracted his finger and said seriously: "It's obvious now that the other party wants us to go in, what do you think?"
After taking a look at the theater, Rhodes 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 take a look."
"In that case, let's go."
Black Panther exhaled heavily, looked at the dull Black Widow, and said, "Take us to the theater."
As if being activated, Black Widow's dull eyes regained their expression, with a trace of enthusiasm remaining: "It's about to start, we have to hurry up, or we won't be able to catch up."
With that said, she walked towards the high platform.
"What can't be caught up with?" 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 stared wide-eyed, unable to even stop her. They could only watch her jump down, and then heard a loud pop.
Although the height difference is not very big, it is still about ten meters. If a human jumps down, he will definitely die.
Rhodes and Black Panther ran over and looked down when they reached the high platform, only to see the Black Widow in a pool of flesh and blood, recovering at an alarming speed and limping towards the theater.
"hiss……"
Rhodes took a breath: "She's not dead yet? Are you sure she's really still a human?"
"No... I guess it may have something to do with that." Black Panther explained: "Natasha obtained something before, which is said to give immortality."
Rhodes stared: "Why don't I know?"
Black Panther gave him a timid look: "Maybe it's because you are from the military and Fury doesn't want you to know."
"Stop dawdling, she has already gone far!" Black Panther patted him on the shoulder, then jumped down from the high platform.
Rhodes followed angrily.
The Black Widow had gone far away, leaving only bloodstains on the ground along the way. The two followed the bloodstains deeper.
The theater grew bigger and bigger in their eyes.
At the same time, that weird feeling gradually accumulated in my heart, slowly evolving into an... inexplicable unknown fear.
The mottled yellow wall is some kind of rock that has been geologically deposited. It has been artificially trimmed into the shape of bricks. It has spanned a long time and has now become vicissitudes and dilapidated.
Walking through the corridor of the theater, the two followed the blood stains on the ground, tracing the traces of the black widow, and arrived inside the theater.
Countless chairs are arranged in a ring, surrounding a huge stage in the center, with closed red curtains on both sides.
"my Lord……"
Luo Tong suddenly shrank and screamed in horror.
The reason why he was afraid was because there were long-dried corpses sitting on those seats.
The mummies all faced the stage, their withered and purple muscles and faces were tense, and their holes were expanded to the limit, as if they had experienced some great fear.
"Where's Natasha?"
The Black Panther was not frightened, he was always looking for the Black Widow.
At this moment, there was a sound of mechanical wheels turning in the theater, which was extremely harsh in the empty environment.
The two quickly turned their attention to the source of the sound.
They saw that the red curtain covering the stage slowly opened to both sides under their horrified gaze, revealing a scene of stage props that had been decorated for a long time but had been decayed by time.
The palace, the princess, the statue of the god...
On the huge stage, they saw Black Widow.
However, the latter was wearing a yellow robe and a crown, kneeling on the ground, making a praying posture, and speaking a language that did not belong to humans.
At the same time, all the mummies in the theater opened their lips and began to sing along with Black Widow.
"Along the shore, cutting through the clouds
The twin suns sink into the lake
The long shadow falls
Right there in Carcosa
The wonderful night when the black star rises
The wonderful moon that moves in the night
But what’s even more amazing is that
Lost Carcosa
The song of the Hyades is not heard
The king's rags are swaying in the wind
The song quietly disappeared there
dusky carcosa
My soul can no longer sing
My song is like tears no longer flowing
There is only dryness and silence there
Lost Carcosa"
The black widow is dancing, reading a book, crazy and mechanical.
She was like a puppet manipulated by strings, twisting her body tirelessly and dancing on the stage.
That pale yellow star is getting brighter and dazzling!
A touch of intimidating yellow seemed to be gradually approaching, as if some terrifying existence was coming.