Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Just as everyone was filled with guilt because of the appearance of the spider army, the floor of Hell's Kitchen suddenly began to tremble violently!

Rumble!

Amidst the violent tremors, the manhole cover in Hell's Kitchen was inexplicably lifted off by a mysterious force.

Rolling yellow sand then surged forth, forming a terrifying sandstorm that filled the sky.

Amidst the raging sandstorm, a colossal object composed entirely of sand and soil slowly took shape.

It was none other than William Baker, the "Sandman"!

At the same time, a chilling whistling sound came from high above, and a figure riding a green flying skateboard descended from the sky like a ghost. It was none other than the Green Goblin, an old friend of the students of Midtown High School!

"roar!"

On a distant skyscraper, Dr. Lizard's massive figure roared, and together with Alexei, the burly man beside him wearing a rhinoceros-like radiation suit, they leaped from a hundred meters in the air, crashing heavily to the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Thrillers, Wanderers, Doctor Octopus...

One after another, supervillains who had once caused quite a stir on the streets of New York City began to surround them from all directions, as if they had made a pact.

Viewers in other states watching on television were somewhat confused when these supervillains made their appearance.

But the New York audience, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were once again on tenterhooks.

Little did they know that these villains had already been secretly recruited by Peter into the Fist of Shadows.

I thought these villains were just returning at this time after being defeated by Peter.

Finished!

Everyone's a villain!

Moreover, these villains didn't appear earlier or later, but of all times!

Could it be that they're planning to take advantage of the heroes' battle with these vampire monsters and reap the benefits?

If that's the case, New York is completely doomed!

Just when countless viewers were holding their breath for the arbitrators and others.

The Green Goblin, who was in charge, did something that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

He slowly lowered his flying skateboard and bowed slightly in the direction of the Arbiter.

"Mr. Arbitrator."

Harry's voice, amplified by the megaphone on his suit, resonated clearly throughout the square.

"I admit, in the past we really hoped you would die sooner, but now, after seeing everything you've done for this country and this city, I have to say, you've successfully moved us!"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over his fellow criminals, his voice tinged with sarcasm:

"Compared to those useless people in Times Square, we're much more useful, don't you think?"

Peter, dressed in a vibranium Arbiter suit, stared into the eyes of the Green Goblin, Harry, through his mask.

Beneath their seemingly serious masks, both of them struggled to maintain a composed expression.

"Harry really knows how to make himself look good!"

Peter was internally ranting, while his eyes involuntarily glanced at the several drones in the air that were broadcasting the news.

However, I must say that what he said was quite eloquent.

I imagine that countless viewers in front of their TVs are now mentally torturing their past selves, right?

Peter's guess was absolutely right.

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the entire kingdom fell into a near-death silence.

If the gathering of heroes previously made the public feel guilty...

At this moment, the words spoken by these "scum" and "criminals" in their eyes were like a red-hot branding iron, deeply imprinted on the souls of everyone.

Even these wicked villains know they need to stand up and protect their home at this time...

Even they know who the real hero is...

And us?

What were we, who call ourselves "good citizens," doing before?

We march, we protest, we hurl insults, we force real heroes to take off their masks, just to pay less tax, just to satisfy our pathetic voyeuristic desires.

Like I said before... Damn it, I'm so damn stupid!

……

On the other side, seeing an unprecedented grand gathering of superheroes and supervillains, even the members of the Heirs' families were momentarily stunned.

They have traversed countless universes and destroyed countless universes, but they have never seen any cosmic organization rise up in resistance on this scale.

"How could he possibly manage to unite all the superheroes and supervillains against us? I must say, the power he possesses is truly terrifying."

Morren looked at Peter across from him with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

But the next second, that admiration turned into utter contempt.

"But that's all."

"Perhaps even the heavens have secretly decided that we will be the victors in this battle. There isn't even a single superhero in your universe who can truly instill fear in us."

As he said this, several uniquely styled figures appeared in Molen's mind.

Some wielded silver warhammers, some wore strange red and blue bodysuits, and some were entirely made of silver, as if they were composed of mercury...

Molen had witnessed those powers in other universes, and those people's power was indeed terrifying; even they, as inheritors, found it difficult to deal with.

Even they had to choose to avoid their sharp edge and let those cosmic spider totems go.

Unfortunately... those figures he feared so much were nowhere to be found in this universe.

Beside him, Demos, the second son of the family, shouted with a look of disdain:

"Oh, you think you can handle us with just these pieces of trash?"

His fingers swept over the superheroes he recognized, and he said dismissively:

"Iron Man Tony Stark, Earth-3490, I snapped your neck."

"Captain America Steve Rogers, Earth-8801, I crushed you to death with your shield."

"As for Spider-Man... hehe, you guys are my favorite snacks."

His tone was full of arrogant condescension.

It's as if these "gatherings of heroes and villains" are nothing more than a ridiculous farce.

but.

The moment he finished speaking, Peter, who was sitting opposite him, spoke up.

A soft laugh came from beneath the black and gold skull mask.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it inexplicably made the heirs feel a sense of pressure:

"Are you done talking?"

"If you've finished speaking, then it's my turn."

As he spoke, Peter raised his right arm, his firm voice resounding through his armor, echoing in the ears of everyone present and in the ears of all spectators across America:

"Avengers——"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Tony, Captain America, Gwen, Harry, and all the heroes present who had been summoned by him.

This was the grand drama he used to completely seize control of America, and also the final curtain he prepared for his successors:

"Assemble!"