Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

It's like ice and snow meeting the blazing warm sun.

The terrifying charging formation, capable of flattening the nine realms, was gradually annihilated by the strange, eerie winds.

There were no screams, no struggles, no resistance.

They simply vanished quietly and peacefully.

They transformed into countless dazzling points of light, merging into the white banner fluttering in the wind.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of undead soldiers were devoured by the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

"No! Stop! Stop right now!!!"

Kur finally snapped out of his shock.

He roared frantically and hysterically, ordering his cavalry to halt their charge.

But... it was too late!

The battlefield, which was originally filled with howling winds and eerie atmosphere, fell into a deathly silence in just a few seconds.

Describing it as deathly still is not quite right; it should be described as... peaceful!

As the undead army dissipated,

Even the dark clouds in the sky dispersed somewhat, and the long-awaited sunlight poured down from the gaps in the broken clouds, shining on the ravaged earth and gilding everything with a warm golden hue.

The lingering chill and decaying odor in the air vanished completely, replaced by a sacred and clean atmosphere.

It was as if those tens of thousands of dead had never existed.

The audience was silent.

The Avengers stared wide-eyed.

Gwen was still holding the spider silk she was about to release, her movements frozen in mid-air.

Captain America froze in place, holding the Nioh Shield.

Tony's energy cannon had just finished charging, but at this moment it couldn't even find a target to fire its ammunition at.

Everyone was prepared for a fierce battle with a slim chance of survival.

Then there is no more then.

Not to mention them, even Kur's face was filled with disbelief and bewilderment.

His facial muscles were twitching violently, the dark green runes on his forehead were flashing, and his entire aura was extremely unstable.

His cavalry of all spirits, his immortal legion built over thousands of years, the foundation upon which he fought against Odin and conquered the nine realms...

Gone.

It was spotless, not even a crumb was left.

At the same moment that Kur suffered a devastating blow to his spirit, Peter's Banner of Souls underwent a visible change after absorbing tens of thousands of ancient Asgardian spirits.

The originally pure white, eerie banner surface now displays intricate and complex golden patterns.

The patterns intertwine and spread along the warp and weft of the silk, as if containing some profound truth of heaven and earth, becoming denser and brighter.

In the end, the color of the entire banner changed completely from pure white to a magnificent gold.

It's not the gaudy, nouveau riche gold, but a warm and understated luster, as if it has gathered the sacred glow of the morning sun.

The original eerie and sinister atmosphere disappeared, replaced by a majestic, awe-inspiring, and all-powerful... holy pressure!

Peter subconsciously looked at the new banner in his hand and could clearly feel a surge of powerful and vast information flooding into his mind.

That was the heartfelt gratitude and submission of tens of thousands of heroic souls after they were freed; it was a kind of "royal" certification embraced by all spirits.

His lips twitched involuntarily.

A rather outrageous idea popped into my head.

So, his Ten Thousand Souls Banner really did become the legendary... Human Emperor Banner?

Viewers around the world could clearly see everything that happened on site through a sky projection.

They were all stunned at first, unable to recover from the shocking scene for a long time.

Then, someone, I don't know who started it, let out a "pfft" that couldn't be held back, came from some corner.

Then came the second tone, and then the third tone.

As if infected, suppressed laughter rose and fell from all over the world.

The turn of events was so swift and decisive that it created a kind of enigmatic humor.

It was as if a world-destroying mythical beast had just been released, and out of nowhere, a chuunibyou (delusional) teenager wearing a hat popped up, shouting, "Go, Master Ball!", and then everything returned to calm.

In such a scene, who could resist a smile?

Even if Jiahao comes, he'll still stay in Bengbu!

Yeah, it's just... you know what I mean?

……

The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

At that moment, Kur only felt that they were making noise.

He couldn't hear the specific sounds, but he could feel the emotions of seven billion people assaulting his consciousness in a distorted, twisted, and amplified way through his not-yet-completely-closed sense of fear.

There was no fear.

Not a single bit.

Instead, there was contempt, absurdity, and ridicule.

He painstakingly created this powerful weapon, consuming vast amounts of divine power, believing it to be capable of annihilating everything.

In the blink of an eye, he was suppressed by his opponent's counter-attack, the speed of which was so fast... it was like a complete joke!

"puff!"

An uncontrollable, sweet, and metallic taste suddenly surged from Kur's chest to his throat.

He could no longer hold back and spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, wetting his white beard.

Looking at the glaring bloodstains in front of him, Kur's body began to tremble involuntarily.

It was not fear, nor weakness, but a madness that was about to destroy everything!

"Hehehehe~!"

A maniacal laugh, inhuman and inhuman, emanated from deep within his throat. As a result, dark green scales began to appear on the surface of his skin!

Fine scales spread rapidly from the side of his neck, down his spine, and spread wildly to his limbs.

His pupils changed shape.

The round pupils gradually contracted and stretched in extreme anger, turning into cold, cruel vertical lines like those of a reptile.

Snake eyes!

His height was increasing at an alarming rate, and the cracking sounds of his bones breaking and reforming emanated from his body, sending chills down one's spine.

Two meters, three meters, five meters, ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters...

The limbs begin to fuse, and the spine extends infinitely.

The black robe that symbolized his former status as the ruler of the Nine Realms was torn to shreds on his rapidly expanding body, revealing skin covered in dark green scales.

No, it can no longer be called skin.

Those are snake scales!

Each piece is about the size of an adult's palm, reflecting a cold, hard metallic luster in the sunlight.

Kur's human form completely disappeared.

Instead, there is a giant serpent of the mortal world, thousands of meters long and tens of meters wide, coiled between heaven and earth and stretching across the sky!

The enormous serpent's head was raised high, almost touching the shattered clouds.

Those golden, vertical pupils, each the size of a truck, looked down at the people on the ground, who seemed as insignificant as ants.

Deep within his pupils surged the purest fury and destructive will, enough to incinerate an entire planet.

Upon seeing this change, the expressions of everyone present changed once again, with Thor and Sif, who stepped out of the Destiny, turning ashen-faced.

This is why Kur is called "the Great Serpent".

Compared to that human form of the god-king's body,

This indestructible, star-shaking giant serpent body is more like his true form!