Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

The moment he finished speaking, Peter's fingers lit up with blinding lightning.

Immediately afterwards, his figure vanished mysteriously.

No, it didn't disappear, it just went at an extremely fast speed!

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the next second, Peter, who was floating in mid-air, had already appeared in front of Captain America and Thor.

Before Thor could react, Peter's outstretched fingers transformed into an indestructible blade, piercing through the already tattered armor and Thor's prized divine body.

Hell Thrust - One-Shot Strike!

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

The madness and resentment on Thor's face froze instantly, and his bloodshot eyes gradually lost focus.

He looked down, staring in disbelief at the arm that had pierced through his chest. He opened his mouth, but only a mouthful of blood gushed out; he couldn't utter a sound.

Already at his limit, he had no strength left to fight back after this near-fatal blow.

laugh!

As Peter withdrew his hand, stained with divine blood, Thor's towering frame could no longer support him.

He knelt heavily before Peter, then collapsed forward, completely unconscious.

At that moment, the scene became deathly silent.

It seemed as if even the air had completely frozen.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the body of the "god" lying in the deep pit, his life hanging in the balance, his mind blank.

Thor... is dead?!

This guy in front of me actually did it, with a mortal body... kill a god?!

Captain America felt his throat was terribly dry, and after a long while, he managed to speak with difficulty:

"You...killed him?!"

"Not at all." Peter's expression remained nonchalant.

"I'm a very sensible person, so... I deliberately left him a breath."

He certainly wouldn't actually kill Thor.

Just kidding, he didn't want to provoke Odin, that ancient monster who had lived for thousands of years.

Although he has now benefited from the physique of a peak Asgardian god through his little broken confession, mastering the cosmic magic or divine power of Asgard requires time and accumulation.

Although Odin is now very old, a coffin-like figure with most of his body buried in the ground.

But his control over divine power is no joke.

If the other party really wants to fight to the death, even with all his cheat codes, he probably won't be able to leave this universe alive with Gwen.

But...

He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment.

Not killing Thor doesn't mean he can't collect some interest from him.

They suddenly appeared out of nowhere to cause me trouble; I should at least be charged some compensation for emotional distress!

Thinking this, Peter searched Thor's body for a moment, then suddenly squatted down and, under the astonished gazes of everyone, grabbed Thor's iconic helmet with small wings.

The moment Peter removed the helmet from Thor's head, a system notification sounded in his ear:

[Detectable blue item for sacrifice: Thor's Helmet]

[Item Description: The helmet Thor wore during his conquest of the Nine Realms. It not only possesses extremely strong defensive capabilities but also carries a trace of Asgardian divine power... If used as a relic, perhaps it could summon something extraordinary?]

[Sacrifice will earn you 2500 points. Want to sacrifice?]

A sacred relic?!

So, System, you really are a secondhand dealer who exchanges the things sacrificed by hosts from different dimensions, right?

If that's the case, then the Iron Monger that I sacrificed earlier, which was about to explode...

Sigh... I can only hope that everyone is alright...

After observing a three-second silence for a bro who might have suffered an undeserved calamity in another dimension, Peter still chose to sacrifice himself without hesitation.

Only after replacing the cold helmet with warm sacrificial energy once again did Peter turn to Captain America, as if suddenly remembering something, and add:

"Of course, if he dies because he doesn't receive timely medical treatment, that's none of my business~"

Upon hearing this, Captain America first breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly realized something and hurriedly said:

"Quick, Tony, and Natasha too, this guy needs emergency medical attention!"

If Thor were to die on Earth, that would be disastrous!

Their Avengers can't withstand the retaliation from the entire Asgard!

With that thought in mind, Captain America disregarded the situation here and carried Thor on his back, wanting to run to the hospital.

After watching Captain America and his two companions leave, Peter turned to the remaining superheroes and asked:

"Now, I'm going to confront that so-called 'Ultimate Spider-Man'."

He paused, a playful smile curving his lips.

"Is there anyone else trying to stop me?"

The scene was completely silent.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces showing similar expressions of bewilderment.

Who dares to stop them?

What can stop them?

Can you stop me with your head?

Even the gods were beaten and thrown back like dead dogs. If these mortals went up there, they probably wouldn't even be qualified to be a piece of their teeth.

Thinking this, everyone's gaze finally fell on Hulk.

If anyone on the scene could possibly stop Peter, it would probably only be the Hulk!

But Hulk, completely oblivious to everyone's gaze, continued to let out a low, gleeful chuckle:

"Roar! Roar! Roar! Weak god!"

He'd been annoyed with Saul for a long time, and Peter had finally gotten his revenge for him today.

Hulk had no grudge against Peter, and because he was unhappy in the Avengers, he wasn't exactly on the same page as the other heroes.

Therefore, he had no intention of targeting Peter at all.

She even quite admired Peter.

The strong should be this free! They should act like the strong!

It was clear that even Hulk wasn't going to stop Peter anymore.

The little spiders of the Spider Alliance couldn't help but burst into cheers, and their gazes towards Peter could no longer be described as mere adoration.

That was pure fanaticism!

That's the look in the eyes of a believer who has witnessed a miracle!

The boss is the boss!

Following a leader like that is what makes a promising future!

Not only were their gazes toward Peter extremely fervent, but even Gwen's gaze toward Peter was so tender it was almost melting.

That composure, that domineering aura, that absolute power that disregards even the gods, is like the most deadly poison in the world.

Despite knowing the danger, she couldn't help but succumb to it and become unable to extricate herself.

She had come to realize that her Peter was no longer the gentle, kind, and even somewhat indecisive person she had imagined in the past.

He is powerful, domineering, a womanizer, and even has some villainous traits.

This is definitely not the ideal partner I've always dreamed of, the devoted and perfect person I could entrust my life to.

but……

She has no way back.

She was completely conquered by him, both physically and mentally.

If she loses Peter, where will she find someone better, stronger, and more attentive to her than Peter for the rest of her life?