Chthon Descends

Doctor Strange stared at Thanos, now right before him. A vicious gleam flashed in his eyes.

The Darkhold and the Book of Vishanti flipped open in his hands, and mysterious runes appeared behind him.

Phantoms of all kinds of monsters appeared around him.

Scorpion Serpents, Tentacle Monsters, Hellhounds, Demon Dragons, Ghost Bats, Cloak Bugs, and Dragon Hawks.

There were so many phantoms that many were impossible to make out.

As soon as they appeared, they roared at Thanos and charged.

Thanos cut down every phantom with a single slash, but they slowed him nonetheless.

Doctor Strange kept casting. Just as the last of the phantoms were about to die, he waved a hand.

The Book of Vishanti flew from his left hand toward Thanos, turning into a gleaming golden shield.

Thanos struck once more, cleaving both the shield and the Book of Vishanti in two.

But Doctor Strange had finished his spell. A crazed smile spread across his face.

"Thanos, you lose! Hahaha..."

The laugh gradually twisted into something that sounded as though it came from Hell.

An immense surge of Dark Energy poured from his body and swallowed him whole.

Then the Dark Energy formed a colossal face.

The face was hazy and insubstantial, but the dense, pure Dark Energy it radiated was far beyond anything Doctor Strange possessed.

Thanos narrowed his eyes.

"Chthon!"

He understood at once.

Doctor Strange had prepared to sacrifice himself all along. To defeat Thanos, he had offered himself as a coordinate for Chthon, the dark demon god.

The Void was boundless. Without a coordinate, even these demon gods could not project their power into it.

It was just like when The Ancient One had been corrupted by Dormammu.

After sensing the energy for a moment, though, Thanos found Chthon's power far weaker than