I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 149 The Holy Lord Appears
The powerful aura that Steve suddenly burst out swept through the entire building like a storm, instantly frightening everyone.

The momentum seemed to be tangible and substantial, pressing the air so hard that it became heavy.

Johnson, who was closest, bore the brunt of the attack. He felt an ancient and majestic force bursting out from Steve, like a giant beast awakening from ancient times, bringing with it an irresistible sense of oppression.

It felt like facing a predator at the top of the food chain, as if one's natural enemy suddenly appeared.

Johnson's heart almost jumped out of his chest, cold sweat ran down his forehead, his legs went soft, and he fell to the ground involuntarily. He was trembling all over, and even moving became a luxury.

Having transformed into a beast, he relied on his wild instincts to clearly sense the huge gap between the two sides.

It is an irresistible and terrifying existence.

"Why is this happening?" Johnson was puzzled. Why did the opponent, whom he had just defeated easily, suddenly burst out with such terrifying momentum?

Not only Johnson, but also the cloaked men who walked forward to finish off the unconscious agent, their bodies were shaking constantly, and the blades in their hands trembled slightly, revealing their inner fear.

Louise also stopped her singing, and her originally cold eyes showed some fluctuation for the first time.

Even the leader of the cloak, the high priest of the church in charge of South America, couldn't help but gasp and clenched his fists tightly under his cloak.

An inexplicable fear and awe surged in his heart.

"Although this feeling is far inferior to that of my Lord, it also possesses a transcendent mystery and antiquity. It is definitely not something that humans can possess. It is like my Lord, an ancient real existence that has returned from illusion! Why would such an existence appear in the body of a human?"

The high priest's voice was low and trembling. He had received the gift from the God of Chaos and knew more than anyone else. He knew that the being before him was definitely not an ordinary person.

The sudden appearance of such a terrifying existence made him feel nervous. Will his plan change because of this?
He had no way of knowing.

But at this moment, stopping is no longer an option.

The high priest tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on the blood that kept dripping onto the ground. The bright red blood quickly spread out like winding streams.

He clenched his fists suddenly, and the blue veins on his arms were clearly visible like the tangled roots of an old tree.

"I will never tolerate anyone who prevents me from pleasing the gods, no matter who he is!"

He roared loudly in his heart.

Coulson tried his best to maintain the last bit of consciousness. His vision was blurry, but he still tried to turn his head and finally saw Steve, whose appearance and temperament had changed greatly.

At this moment, a strong sense of enlightenment surged in Coulson's heart - the person in front of him was no longer the Steve he was familiar with, but the mysterious existence that broke out of the strange parchment, the Holy Lord with a bad temper!
His fingers trembled slightly, and the metal shell of the grenade felt cold and heavy in his palms.

Coulson hesitated for a moment, but finally he slowly let go of the grenade in his hand.

Now that this mysterious Saint has appeared, perhaps I no longer need to risk my life?
He sighed deeply, as if releasing all his fatigue and helplessness.

Gradually, an irresistible drowsiness came over him like a tide, and finally he could no longer resist. Everything went dark before his eyes, and his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

At the moment he fell asleep, Steve - no, it should be said that the Holy Lord, had a slight sneer on his face, and an elusive light flashed in his eyes.

"Huh, it's been a while since I've had a complete body. This feels really good."

The Holy Lord clenched his fist which turned into a dragon claw, his heart filled with joy.

[Hey, Holy Lord, stop sighing and go save people. ]

After Steve exchanged places with the Holy Lord, he seemed to be thrown into endless darkness. His consciousness floated in the depths of a gloomy soul. It was pitch black all around him, as if even his breathing was suppressed in this endless darkness. The only light came from the two blurry windows in front of him. Through the small holes, he could vaguely see everything outside.

He suppressed his discomfort and did not try to break the darkness around him to fight with the Holy Lord for control of his body. Instead, he gave his body completely to the Holy Lord.

A complex emotion surged in Steve's heart. He knew that this was a big gamble.

"If the Holy Lord goes back on his word and does something that is detrimental to me and humanity." Steve's thoughts were in a mess.

If things really get out of control, he will become a sinner for all mankind.

But he had no way out.

Steve closed his eyes and tried to calm the waves in his heart. He had to believe in the Holy Lord and his own choice in order to save everyone here and stop the enemy's plan.

Perhaps this is the only hope.

"Rescue?"

The Holy Lord chuckled and shook his head, his scarlet right eye full of teasing: "I'm sorry, Steve, I'm better at killing people than saving them. I haven't done anything for a long time, so let me say hello first."

The Holy Lord took a light step forward. His movement seemed casual, but it was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard, shocking them so much that their minds were broken.

An invisible pressure seemed to gather in the air, making it difficult for everyone to breathe, as if their chest was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Suddenly, a complex magic circle appeared under the feet of the Holy Lord. The runes flashed with strange light and twisted as if they had life.

The next moment, endless flames burst out from the magic circle, like the gate of hell being opened, and the scorching air waves rushed towards people, making people involuntarily take a few steps back.

The golden and hot flames rose rapidly and turned into a huge, lifelike fire dragon. The dragon scales flashed brightly in the firelight, and each scale was like burning metal, emitting a scorching temperature.

There was a ruthless flame burning in the huge dragon's eyes, as if it could turn everything into ashes.

The dragon's mouth opened slightly, hot breath gushed out, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The fire dragon circled in the air, its roar deafening, as if it was going to tear the entire world apart.

The Holy Lord stood steadily on top of the fire dragon, looking down at everyone with a gaze as cold as ice, like an emperor who ruled the world.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden power, and their hearts were filled with fear and awe.

In this suffocating silence, the high priest said in a low voice: "Don't be scared by him. In this world, only our Lord is eternal and invincible. Under the protection of our Lord, no one can erase our existence. Even if our current bodies perish, we will return with our true appearance one day."

"Nothing is real, only chaos is eternal. Praise my Lord!"

"Nothing is real, only chaos is eternal. Praise my Lord!"

The fear in the hearts of all the cloaked men no longer exists, only the fanatical faith in the God of Chaos.

"Humph, I knew it, a bunch of lunatics."

The Holy Lord sneered: "Alright, let me have some fun."

As if it heard the Holy Lord's order, the fire dragon roared loudly and swooped down towards Johnson who was closest to it.

(End of this chapter)