There was only absolute stillness and deathly silence.
A figure that seemed carved from gray rock, expressionless, with lowered eyelids,
was slowly pushed out while sitting on a decaying throne.
He was the lord of "Sloth," Belphegor.
He appeared utterly harmless, but the time and space around him had fallen into near-eternal stagnation,
and even thoughts became sluggish as they approached.
His indolence itself was a negation of all vitality and life.
The six Cosmic Demon generals,
each one radiating energy fluctuations,
were no weaker than Thanos, who had once brought endless terror to the universe!
Moreover, they were not merely powerful in a single aspect,
but also carried the ultimate authority of their respective domains of law.
"It's over..."
Inside the wreckage of the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier,
Nick Fury, who had witnessed this scene through the only remaining screen,
revealed complete despair in his one eye for the first time.
The communicator slipped from his hand and hit the floor with a crisp crack.
Then, as if he had suddenly thought of something,
he hurriedly pulled an old-fashioned pager from inside his battered trench coat.
At its center, beneath red and blue stripes, was a shining six-pointed star...
Behind Su Ming, the battered 2012 Captain America clenched his fists tightly,
his knuckles paling from the force.
Even his unyielding blue eyes were now shrouded in a deep shadow.
Tony Stark's faceplate was open, and the playful arrogance had vanished from his face,
leaving only grim solemnity:
"What the f**k..."
FRIDAY's alarm shrieked madly in his ears.
Every energy reading from the enemies contained power far beyond that of a nuclear bomb.
Or perhaps nuclear bombs could not compare with the energy of even a few of the Cosmic Demons.
Hulk struggled out of the ruins of the building and looked