Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

High in the sky, Peter's figure began to fluctuate and twist, eventually splitting into two completely independent entities, each taking a step forward to the left and right.

On the left is "Good Peter," with a holy and loving expression, burning with platinum flames.

On the right is "Evil Peter," whose body is writhing in violent crimson flames and whose smile is arrogant and conceited.

Perhaps it was because Peter had absolute control over the Tiger Talisman.

He discovered that his split personality differed slightly from the character's behavior in the original work.

In the original story, once someone is split into two sides, good and evil, by the Tiger Talisman, they will develop two completely different personalities.

When two personalities are incompatible, it is difficult for them to work together effectively, and they may even resist reuniting.

But Peter doesn't need to worry about this kind of problem.

Because at this moment, he is not so much divided into two as he is divided into three.

Besides these two purely good and evil aspects, it also retains a spiritual form of self!

This self has absolute control over both of its clones.

When he gives orders, the two clones, despite their different styles of doing things, will strictly act according to the will of his true self.

The same applies to fusion.

No matter how much the good and evil sides resist merging, as long as the id issues the command to merge, the two will immediately become one.

Just as the Frost Giants were about to strike the group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, the two Peters made their moves.

Peter used Moonwalk to instantly appear in front of Natasha and the others.

The moment he landed, he pressed his hands to the ground.

The next second, a white-gold semi-transparent protective shield composed entirely of flames and divine power rose from the ground, enveloping everyone present.

"Rest assured, as long as I am here, no one will suffer!"

Peter turned around and gave Natasha and the others a heartwarming smile.

That smile was gentle and warm, even carrying a kind of inexplicable divinity.

Bang~!

A frost giant used the power of frost to condense his fists into the shape of a meteor hammer, which he slammed heavily onto the shield, creating violent ripples.

Just as Sif was about to draw her sword, the smiling Peter pressed down on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, it's very sturdy and won't be broken by those barbarians."

As he spoke, Peter extended his finger and touched Sif's shoulder. The power of the Horse Talisman flowed into Sif's body through his fingertip, instantly healing the injury on her shoulder.

Then came Fandral, Hogan, and Vostagg, who had just woken up.

In just a few seconds, the four warriors of Asgard were fully revived.

This scene completely stunned Thor:

"Why waste your energy on defense and healing? All you need to do is increase your energy output to make those bastards suffer!"

"This isn't a task I'm responsible for," Peter said with his usual smiling demeanor, speaking with the composure of a nobleman.

"Besides, they're just a bunch of pathetic people who follow orders, why make things difficult for them?"

He had barely finished speaking.

But then bursts of wild laughter echoed from the sky:

"Heh heh heh, what a bunch of ugly blue-skinned freaks who don't know their own mortality! Since you've chosen to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

The one speaking was none other than the evil Peter.

He was currently hovering in the area where the Frost Giants were most concentrated.

With his right hand raised high, crimson lava chakra spun and compressed wildly in his palm.

The flames spun rapidly, quickly taking shape, and soon coalesced into an oversized spiral shuriken of flames.

Sage Art: Lava Release - Rasenshuriken!

"Cry, scream, and then... die!"

hum~

The crimson shuriken hurtled down at breakneck speed.

The moment it landed, a terrifying, intensely hot storm spread rapidly.

The dozen or so frost giants in the front row didn't even have time to scream before their massive bodies vaporized into wisps of smoke the moment they came into contact with the heat wave.

Immediately afterwards, the storm began to spread, and tiny, nano-sized chakra needles began to wreak havoc on the battlefield.

A frost giant barely managed to escape the blast radius.

Just as he was marveling at how difficult it was to escape death, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm.

He stared blankly at his hands.

The originally bluish blood vessels were now visibly turning red.

It was as if the blood in his body had been heated to an extremely high temperature.

"save……"

It only had time to utter a single syllable.

Bang!

The next second, his body suddenly exploded.

The scalding blood fell onto the bodies of his compatriots around him, hissing like lava, causing screams to erupt all around.

The unfortunate frost giant was now nothing more than a charred skeleton.

The battlefield instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.

While the Frost Giants were in disarray, Peter the Evil quietly descended, his vibranium longsword slicing out streaks of crimson light.

He clearly had the ability to easily cut, slice, and chop up these frost giants.

But each time, they only scratched the surface.

The blade sliced ​​through the muscles and Achilles tendon, but did not damage any vital organs.

This was not out of mercy, but only in this way could these ugly creatures helplessly watch as the flames clinging to their bodies slowly devoured them clean.

During this process, the screams emanating from their throats became Peter the Evil's favorite, timeless symphony.

Inside the protective shield.

Having completed the healing process, Peter produced an exquisite tea set from somewhere, elegantly brewed cups of tea, and handed them to Phil and the others, whose faces were filled with terror.

"Have a cup of hot tea to calm your nerves; the commotion outside will be over soon."

After pouring the tea, he even asked with a smile:

"Anyone want some dim sum? My cooking skills are pretty good too~"

Outside the protective shield.

Peter the Evil kept raising and lowering his knife without blinking.

The crowd looked this way and then that way, and the intense sense of separation unconsciously gave rise to a feeling of absurdity in their hearts.

On the other side, Laufey, the Frost King, watched as Evil Peter easily crushed his most elite soldiers as if killing chickens—no, as if crushing ants—and felt utterly horrified.

madman!

He unleashed a complete madman!

"Enough! Stop!"

Laufey's voice trembled with excitement as he watched one-fifth of his elite troops vanish in the blink of an eye.

He initially thought that the other party's act of splitting him in two was tantamount to courting disaster.

After all, logically speaking, someone would be easier to deal with if their mana and strength were halved, right?

However, reality slapped him hard in the face...

This guy's strength has not weakened at all, and the flames on his body seem to be burning even brighter.

If he continues to kill, the elite army that I spent a thousand years training will be wiped out by this guy with only 0.5 of his own strength!

"You lowly Midgard, have the guts to fight me to the death!"

Laufey verbally provoked Peter while unleashing frost power to freeze the ground beneath his feet, attempting to catch up with him in this way.

Peter, engrossed in the killing spree, glanced at him as if he were a clown, a crazed smile creeping across his face:

"Hey~ Old Deng, let's play a game. Let's see if I can wipe out all your men before you catch up with me?"