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Hell's Kitchen in a Multiverse: Despair and Struggle in the Dark Night

"Devil!!!!" The shrill scream pierced the already silent and uneasy night sky, as if it was a powerless accusation against the impending disaster.

"Hurry up! These are demons!" The crowd fled in panic, their faces filled with despair and fear, their eyes gleaming with deep awe of the unknown power. Some people even completely lost their minds in extreme panic, mumbling to themselves and behaving strangely, as if their souls had been completely devoured by fear.

At this moment, Hell's Kitchen, this once prosperous and chaotic multiverse neighborhood, is now like a ruin, even more dilapidated. Countless broken walls and debris are piled up like mountains, flames are raging in the ruins, black smoke is billowing, and it interweaves with the night to form a doomsday-like picture.

"Hehehehe!!!" A sinister laughter came from the darkness, like a mockery from hell.

Those who manipulated super powers, like ruthless gods of death, launched an indiscriminate massacre against the residents of Hell's Kitchen.

Their figures were looming in the fire and smoke, and the weapons in their hands and the super powers they released were like the scythe of the god of death, reaping innocent lives.

Some used weapons, their sharp blades drawing silver tracks in the night; others used super powers, with a slight wave of their fingers they could cause huge explosions or create terrifying illusions.

These forces wreak havoc in the ruins, pushing Hell's Kitchen into an even more desperate abyss.

The instigators of all this were the reincarnations from the main god space. They were dressed in strange clothes, with cruel and smug smiles on their faces, slaughtering the residents of Hell's Kitchen while shouting and reveling.

Their laughter echoed in the night sky for a long time, full of cruelty and complacency, like the whispers of a devil, filling people with fear.

To them, this massacre seemed like a grand celebration, and they were the supreme masters of this celebration, holding the power of life and death.

“Hahahahahahaha, these are all points! As long as we kill them, we can get more points and gain a higher status in the Main God Space! Hahahaha…”

A reincarnationist waved a sharp blade in his hand and laughed wildly, his eyes were full of greed and fanaticism. In his eyes, those innocent lives were just cold numbers that could be exchanged for points.

“Kill them! Don’t steal points from me! These ant-like lives are just numbers to me! Hahahaha…”

Another reincarnation waved his superpowers and instantly caused a huge explosion. Flames shot up into the sky, smoke filled the air, and countless innocent lives were wiped out in the explosion.

There was a smug smile on his face, as if this massacre was just a game to him, a bloody game that could bring him endless pleasure and satisfaction.

"Your blood will become my perfect painting! I will use your lives to embellish my art palace and make the world tremble for me! Hahahaha..."

A reincarnation dressed in gorgeous robes waved the paintbrush in his hand, sketching bloody pictures in the air. The lives in those pictures were struggling in pain, but unable to escape the fate of death.

There was a mad light flashing in his eyes, as if these bloody scenes were the most perfect art in his mind and his most profound accusation against the world.

"Become my sacrifice! Let me use your souls to commemorate my great plan and let the world tremble under my feet! Hahahaha..."

The last reincarnationist held up the staff in his hand and chanted a strange spell. Black rays of light shot out from his staff and hit those innocent souls directly.

His face was full of piety and expectation, as if these innocent souls were necessary for him to realize his great plan and were stepping stones to his success.

In this endless massacre, the residents of Hell's Kitchen could only struggle and wailing helplessly, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

The unbridled and arrogant laughter of the reincarnations formed a sharp contrast with their wailing, as if they were two completely different paintings, one was a bloody carnival, and the other was a desperate struggle.

This scene is not just happening in this universe, the same thing is happening in the Hell's Kitchen in dozens of multiverses. Different universes, different worlds, different residents, but they all face the same fate - becoming stepping stones for the reincarnations to improve their strength and victims of the carnival.

This dark force seems to have crossed the boundaries of time and space, shrouding the multiverse in its shadow.

As for why the unique superheroes in the Marvel Universe don’t come to save the people of Hell’s Kitchen.

Suddenly, a group of people came inexplicably and slaughtered civilians indiscriminately. No matter how terrible the place Hell's Kitchen is, it is still under the jurisdiction of the federal government.

The top federal government officials have always had complicated feelings toward the residents of Hell's Kitchen. They may look down on these people living on the margins of society and think of them as the dregs of society, but on the other hand, they are well aware that their authority and face are closely tied to this area.

Therefore, when these unidentified killers appeared in Hell's Kitchen like ghosts, the federal government felt unprecedented pressure and humiliation, because this was undoubtedly a direct challenge to their governance capabilities.

Faced with such a crisis, the federal government acted quickly, not only sending S.H.I.E.L.D. and its superheroes to provide support, but also mobilizing a large number of conventional troops to suppress it.

However, what is shocking is that no matter whether it is the well-trained army soldiers or the battle-hardened SHIELD agents, they all seem powerless in the face of these reincarnations. Their attacks are like a drop in the ocean and fail to cause any substantial harm to the reincarnations.

The reincarnations sent by the Main God Space this time seem to be quite powerful.

At the beginning, the superheroes were still able to cause some casualties among the reincarnations, but as the reincarnations became aware of this, a steady stream of them continued to enter.

The superheroes were stopped before they reached Hell's Kitchen.

In the local Hell's Kitchen in dozens of multiverses, whether they are superheroes or super villains, they are ruthlessly ravaged by the offensive of the army of reincarnations.

On the tall building, Spider-Man's figure looked particularly desolate.

His uniform had already become tattered in the fierce battle, and his body was wounded in many places, and blood stained his battle suit red.

He hung weakly on the edge of the tall building, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. Looking at those enemies who came from unknown places, his heart was filled with confusion and fear.

Deadpool, the guy who usually smiles and swears, is now also tightly bound by the reincarnations and is cursing them madly.

Not far away, Luke Cage fell in a pool of blood. His body was as strong as a mountain, but at this moment he seemed so fragile.

Bullseye, the former super villain, was now dismembered on the ground, his eyes filled with unwillingness and fear.

Inside the Fisk Building, Kingpin is still resisting stubbornly.

All his men had been killed in the battle, and he was the only one left, half leaning against the wall, facing this group of enemies of unknown origin.

Despite being in a desperate situation, there was no trace of panic in his eyes.

He tremblingly lit a cigar, as if he wanted to use these last moments to enjoy a moment of peace.

The Hand, the organization that once dominated Hell's Kitchen, has now been completely wiped out.

Their bodies lying on the ground in all directions silently told of the cruelty of the battle.

Daredevil, the blind hero who fights for justice, is now being strangled by a reincarnation, his face full of resentment and anger.

The faces of this group of local super villains and heroes were filled with resentment, anger, despair and deep doubts.

At this moment when their lives were about to end, they all asked the same question to this group of unknown enemies:

"Who are you...?"