I'm At American Comics: I Have A Magic Simulator

Everyone lowered their heads unanimously, and no one dared to look up at [Your Majesty] sitting on the throne.

But even without looking up, they felt a huge amounts of mental stress that was completely outside the norm.

Just from this mental pressure, their bones, flesh and blood seemed to be screaming, they seemed to be suffocating, unable to breathe, they could clearly feel the sharp eyes colliding back and forth on their bodies, without using Look.

Matt felt his knees lose control and he fell hard to the ground.

Jessica and Erica, like him, fell to their knees and bowed their heads deeply.

The valkyries carefully half-kneeled on the ground and folded their right hands in front of their chests to show respect and express their sincerity.

"Your Majesty, this is my choice for the Star Cross Knights."

Hasward stood respectfully in the distance, presenting everyone's names to [His Majesty] on the throne.

"Keep your head up."

[His Majesty] sitting on the throne uttered these words in a hoarse voice.

The deterrence brought by this kind of mental pressure faded little by little. Matt and the others panted heavily, slowly raised their heads with rapid heartbeats, and gradually raised their eyes, looking at 【Your Majesty】 sitting on the throne.

I can't believe it........is that a teenager!?

However, to everyone's surprise, this [His Majesty is actually a young man]

The smooth black hair fell down, and the face looked a little delicate, and the facial features were more oriental. The only difference was that the eyes of this [His Majesty] were bright red, like blood.

"Thank you, Hartsward."

The teenager expressed his appreciation to Hasward in a more adult husky tone that belied his appearance.

"No, I have disappointed His Majesty."

Hasward lowered his head slightly in displeasure. "The knights of the Star Cross Society were only assembled after a thousand years, and His Majesty only returned from the corpse world.

"It's all right, the rest... You will get all of it later."

The young man waved his hand casually, without showing his concern at all, turned his gaze to the person below, and said indifferently. "Since you all have the blood of the Destroyer family, you shouldn't only have this ability."

Everyone lowered their heads in shame: they are indeed much inferior to Death God in terms of strength.

"Heads up, where is the pride of you butchers?"

The young man snorted coldly, and as their mental pressure shook, they all involuntarily raised their heads and looked at His Majesty. "You have all shared my soul, so now let me give you a glass of blood."

blood wine?

Just when everyone was puzzled, Hasward handed four bowls full of wine to His Majesty.

"Seal my soul and share the blood wine with it."

At the boy's fingertips, the blade of the Reiatsu sword gathered and cut through his wrist.

Bright red blood flowed down his wrist and flowed into four wine glasses filled with wine, forming special letters one by one.

"Drink this glass of blood wine."

The young man's eyes were bloodshot, he said weakly. "From now on, you will share my power!"

The four people who received blood wine rewards were Matt Murdoch, Jessica Jones, Javitt and Erica.

The moment you drank the blood wine, the sacred text was engraved deep in your soul.

Matt Murdoch, holy text. Hero (superstar).

Jessica Jones, Holy Text, Death Deal.

The soul's parting gift is the engraving of the sacred text.

If you drop blood into wine, the word Ability will be engraved into the soul of the person who drinks the blood wine.

And when the sacred text is formed, it can send a more powerful soul into the body of the blood wine drinker through the text.

So, in essence, it's a paid gift.

All the ripples on the surface seemed to gradually return to calm.

Gradually, the calendar turned to the new year, and the whole world finally entered the new year and bid farewell to the sad experiences of the past.

To honor those who died when aliens invaded New York, the government announced a new foundation and statue, and announced that Avengers would be officially on display to the public after a thorough review by Congress.

This is.....a lie!!!.

This is a terrible creature, born of the souls of human beings who have fallen into sin and lost their minds.

In the course of several cooperations with Fang Yu, Peter has already seen several depressions and told him several times.

But what really shocked Peter was why a monster as terrifying as the Void would appear on the lowest level of Faith's mansion.

Enemy meets enemy.

Jin, Fang Yu and Peter can be said to be rivals.

There are almost no words to describe the hatred between them, and the only way to end it is for one of them to die.

"Oh ho ho ho ho..."

The flesh of the cross on Jin Jin's face was twitching, he said sadly. "I didn't expect to be so lucky today, besides that damned stinky spider, even you appeared, ah, Fang Yu-Kassel!"

"Ah...I've been waiting for a long time."

Anger danced in Fang Yu's eyes, he gritted his teeth and said. "I came back from hell to get revenge on you!"

(Is that okay) "Hahahahaha...awesome!"

Jinjin laughed loudly, and an evil mental pressure rose around him: "This is the so-called fate, right? You and that stinky spider stopped me last time, and this time it's you who stopped me again."

"Jinhe...you bastard beggar!"

As soon as the past was mentioned, Fang Yu's pupils closed, and his anger became more intense.

That day, on the outskirts of an abandoned gold mine.

A girl stops Gene in an attempt to open up a parallel universe and save millions of New Yorkers who would otherwise be destroyed, but at the cost of the girl giving up her young life.

And right in front of his eyes, she was devoured alive!

Even today, looking back, the anger in his chest has not diminished at all, but has become more intense and distorted in time! "Who are you?.