Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

"Why waste your energy on defense and healing? You could have just increased your energy output to make those bastards suffer!"

“This isn’t my job,” 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:

"Hehehe, what a bunch of ugly blue-skinned monsters 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 fire.

Sage Art: Lava Release: Rasenshuriken!

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

hum~

The crimson shuriken whistled as it plummeted downwards.

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.

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

Inside the protective shield.

Having finished his healing work, 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 quite 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, do you dare 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?"

Chapter 205 Annihilation, Your Next Turn

Peter's flippant words sounded more grating to Laufey than the most vicious curse in the world.

"You...you deserve to die!"

Laufey was furious. The Frost King had completely abandoned his royal demeanor and charged at Evil Peter like a mad beast.

Wherever he went, sharp ice spikes condensed on the earth, and water vapor in the air turned into deadly ice blades, raining down on the evil Peter.

However, Evil Peter moved about like a fire sprite dancing on a knife's edge.

With the amplification of his Observation Haki, he either dodged with Moonwalk or changed his body shape through Paper Drawing, causing Laufey's attacks to miss by the slightest margin and instead hit his own subordinates.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the Frost King remains silent, only slaughtering his subordinates."

"Damn it, if it weren't for you lowly commoners blocking my way, I would have already struck that man from the Central Court!"

Not only does Evil Peter repeatedly create the illusion that "we were almost able to take down this bastard," but he also imitates the narrator or Laufey's tone while dodging, continuing to mess with Laufey's mindset.

During this process, his hands were not idle; he continued to swing the knife without pause.

Whoosh whoosh~

Each swing of the sword unleashes streaks of blazing light.

Wherever the blade's edge passed, it often resulted in the loss of many frost giants' limbs; the unlucky ones were even cleaved in two on the spot.

Then it was burned to ashes by the flames that clung to it like maggots.

"You lowly Midgardian! Stop right there before me!"

Laufey roared and unleashed an even larger ice spear, whistling through the air, aimed straight at Evil Peter's back.

Without turning his head, Peter twisted his body lightly, and the ice spear flew past his body, instantly pinning a terrified frost giant to death.

Immediately afterwards, he swung his sword backhand, and another frost giant who tried to stop Peter was engulfed in flames.

"Ahhhh!"

Laufey has completely lost his mind.

He felt like a clown being played, no matter how hard he tried to attack, he couldn't even touch the hem of his opponent's clothes.

Meanwhile, the other side was able to leisurely slaughter his people, his army, and his hopes for restoring the kingdom right in front of him!

This bastard is practically a nemesis tailor-made for him by the Creator.

His flames perfectly countered his ice.

His speed made all his attacks a joke.

His destructive power left his own people utterly defenseless.

This feeling of having no way to use one's strength is even more unbearable than killing him!

Inside the protective shield, everyone present was stunned to see Peter dealing with Laufey in a manner that was almost like a game to him.

Thor stared, his mouth agape, and muttered to himself:

"How exactly did this planet produce such powerful individuals?"

He kept comparing Peter to his own prime in his mind.

The more you compare yourself to others, the more insecure you feel.

Even if he were at his peak, he probably wouldn't be a match for Peter!

Love was overflowing from Sif and Natasha's beautiful eyes.

So cool!

too strong!

Too domineering!

This man perfectly embodies all their fantasies about a partner!

Time passed second by second, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of ash.

The army of frost giants, which originally numbered in the hundreds, was now reduced to only a dozen or so.

These frost giants had completely lost the arrogance and fighting spirit they had when they first arrived.