Summon the Villain: Marvel.

Nathan Hawke felt the increasing pressure from all around him. He raised his head slightly and looked at the death in front of him. Those deep eyes seemed like an endless night, chilling people's hearts. But a playful smile appeared on Nathan's face. He shook his head gently, with an undisguised rejection in his tone: "Becoming the spokesperson of death? It sounds tempting, but I'm not interested in being a puppet. I'm tired of the constraints of fate. How can I work for another powerful country? And, to be with death? Sorry, that's not my style."

There was a hint of frivolity in his voice, but the light in his eyes was extremely firm. Nathan Hawke's expression revealed a hint of eagerness to fight: "However, speaking of fighting, I am somewhat looking forward to it. Fighting against 'death'? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Death stared coldly at Nathan Hawke, her cold eyes seemed to penetrate his body and directly into his soul. She raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a half-smile. Although the other party's answer was beyond her expectations, she did not show any anger or surprise, but seemed even calmer.

She spoke slowly, her voice like a whisper in the night, with deep power: "You rejected me, Nathan Hawke, do you know what this means? Death is not something you can challenge at will. I control the end of all living things in the universe. Whether you are a mortal, a god, or a hero destined by heaven, you cannot escape death in the end."

Her voice seemed to come from a distant abyss, with a power that could not be ignored: "Death is an eternal existence. She is everywhere and omnipotent. No matter how you struggle or resist, you will eventually return to me. Your so-called freedom is nothing more than a temporary escape. One day, you will pay the price for your choice today."

Death's gaze gradually became cold, as if the entire space was infected by her breath: "Nathan Hawke, the will to fight is valuable, but in the face of death, it is nothing but a futile struggle. You can choose to fight, but you must understand that every battle, every victory, is an inevitable road to death. And I will be waiting for you at the end."

Death's tone was filled with deep threats and unquestionable cruelty. She slowly stepped forward, raised her white palm again, and her fingertips flashed with a faint black light, as if she could take the other person's life with just a wave of her hand.

Nathan Hawke was not shaken by this. He stared at death with a firm gaze, and his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger. He sneered: "If the end is destined to be death, then I would rather face it in battle. Come on, let's see who falls first!"

Death's eyes flashed with a trace of imperceptible appreciation. She clearly felt the powerful force in Nathan Hawke's body and his fearless fighting spirit. She nodded gently, with a deep light in her eyes: "Very good, Nathan Hawke, your courage makes me look at you in a new light. Then, let death test your determination."

As her voice fell, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped, as if the shadow of death enveloped the entire space. Nathan Hawke felt a strong sense of oppression, but his eyes were still bright.

Death waved her hand gently, and her fingertips flashed with cold black light. As she moved, a strange atmosphere suddenly filled the air, as if a cold wind from the abyss blew through every corner. Countless blurry figures emerged in the darkness. They were many dead ghosts, their figures were as illusory as smoke, and their eyes flashed with scarlet light.

As if summoned, these ghosts roared in low pitch, and rushed towards Nathan Hawke with endless resentment and hatred. The ghosts moved swiftly, their figures twisted in the air, and made a low "buzzing" sound, as if they wanted to tear Nathan's soul apart and devour it.

Nathan Hawke felt the breath of death coming towards him, but his expression did not waver at all. He clenched his fists, and his fighting spirit burst out in an instant. A strong telekinesis suddenly emerged around his body. The power swept around like a strong wind, causing the temperature in the air to rise suddenly.

"Boom!" Nathan's telekinesis suddenly exploded, forming a powerful shock wave that rushed directly towards the ghosts rushing towards him. Wherever the shock wave reached, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp "buzzing" sound. The ghosts seemed extremely fragile in front of this power, and were instantly scattered, making shrill screams, and then turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

"Hiss—" The ghosts' roars gradually weakened, as if they were making their last desperate roars. Nathan Hawke's eyes were cold, and there was an unwavering light in his eyes. His telekinesis was still reverberating around him, like an invisible barrier, shaking away all the ghosts around him.

Death smiled slightly, a hint of interest flashed in her eyes. She raised her head slightly and said coldly: "You do have some skills, Nathan Hawke, but this is far from enough." Her voice was low and carried a hint of cold mockery.

Then, the ground suddenly began to shake violently, as if the earth was being torn apart by some powerful force. Nathan Hawke felt the ground beneath his feet gradually soften, and when he turned around, he saw the ground changing color rapidly, and bright red liquid seeped out of the ground and spread rapidly, and the entire battlefield was instantly covered with thick blood.

"Hua La La—" The sound of blood surging echoed in the air, and the sweet and fishy smell spread, making people sick. The blood on the ground kept rolling, like a boiling ocean, forming strange whirlpools.

In the center of the blood pool, blood began to condense rapidly, forming a huge figure. It was a giant beast made of blood, as big as a mountain, emitting a scarlet glow, and its eyes shone with a chilling cold light. Its body was covered with countless blood vessels, and with every breath, blood surged in its body, making a strange "gurgling" sound.

"This is the blood demon 'Saknat' from ancient mythology." The voice of death echoed in the air, with a hint of cold pride, "Saknat will feed on your blood and let you understand what true despair is."

The blood demon Saknath let out a low roar, and the blood in the blood pool rolled with its movements. It suddenly raised its huge blood claws and rushed towards Nathan Hawke. The air was filled with the sweet smell of blood, as if the whole space was shrouded by this strange breath.

Nathan Hawke faced the huge blood demon Saknath with his whole body tense and fighting spirit boiling in his body. He took a deep breath, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and the whole person instantly turned into a shadow and rushed towards the huge blood demon. Nathan's fist condensed a powerful telekinesis, as if gathering the power of heaven and earth. With a low roar, he punched the blood demon's head fiercely.

"Bang!" With a deafening sound, Nathan's fist hit the blood demon's face like a meteor, and the powerful impact directly penetrated the blood demon's huge body. The blood demon's head instantly cracked under this punch, and blood splattered everywhere, making a "hissing" sound. Under Nathan's fierce punch, the entire blood demon's body instantly collapsed and turned into a blood rain that fell on the battlefield.

Nathan Hawke stood in the blood rain, raised his hand to shake off the blood on his fist, and showed a disdainful sneer on his face: "These temptations are meaningless to me, death. You should understand that this kind of trick can't shake me at all."

Death's eyes were still indifferent. She raised her head slightly and glanced at Nathan indifferently, as if she didn't care about his provocation at all. She said softly: "Oh? Is that so? It seems that you do have some abilities."

She raised her hand slightly and flicked her fingertips lightly. A crisp "click" sound instantly rang out in the air. Then, the surrounding space suddenly twisted, and the dark aura quickly gathered in her palm, forming a strange vortex. The center of the vortex flickered with a grim black light, as if countless dead souls were struggling and crying in it.

Death's eyes flashed with a deep light, and her voice carried a hint of cold threat: "Then, I will let you see the real death." She waved her fingers slightly and whispered: "Touch of the Underworld."

As she cast the spell, the dark vortex suddenly accelerated and turned into a dark beam of light, rushing straight towards Nathan Hawke. Wherever the beam passed, the space seemed to be torn apart, making a harsh "buzzing" sound, and the air was filled with a strong smell of death, as if the whole world was trembling under this power.

Nathan Hawke finally showed a hint of interest when he saw the dark beam of light released by Death. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his body slightly leaned forward, and a strong electric light suddenly burst out from his body. Lightning danced around him like a silver snake, making a deafening "crackling" sound. There was an unignorable pressure in the air, as if the entire battlefield was trembling under his thunder power.

His eyes seemed to be ignited by lightning, flashing with a sharp light. His body was wrapped in lightning and looked particularly tall and mighty, as if the god of thunder had descended. He raised his hand, and the power of lightning quickly gathered in his palm, forming a blazing ball of lightning. The blue-white light illuminated the surrounding darkness.

"Since you want to see the real power, I will do as you wish." Nathan whispered, his voice revealing an unquestionable confidence and dominance. He suddenly pushed the thunder ball in his hand forward and shouted: "Thunder Judgment!"

The thunder ball instantly turned into a giant lightning dragon, roaring and meeting the dark beam of death. The two powerful energies collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening explosion, shining brightly, and the dazzling white light and deep darkness intertwined, as if to tear the entire battlefield apart. The power of thunder and lightning instantly enveloped the netherworld touch of death, and the huge thunder power was like a violent tsunami, swallowing up the dark power.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the Thunder Dragon finally swallowed the dark beam and turned into countless arcs that dissipated in the air. Nathan Hawke stood in the flashing electric light, his eyes cold, his hands drooping slightly, as if he had just completed a trivial task. There was no panic in his expression, only a sharp confidence.

The attack of death seemed so fragile in front of him, as if it could not shake his determination at all. At this moment, Nathan Hawke seemed like a true king of thunder, domineering and imposing.