Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Inside the White House, the president and a group of politicians were all grinning from ear to ear as they watched a message pop up every now and then.

Those involved, blinded by their own perspective, failed to notice the unusually rapid pace of events, attributing it simply to the various channels of communication they had signaled to exert their influence.

As a result, everyone was grinning from ear to ear, and some had even started popping champagne halfway through the event.

Not only did they organize a large-scale impart event, but they also shouted wildly during the banquet:

"A bunch of rabble, utterly incapable of being defeated!"

"Add fuel to the fire! Organize an even bigger march! To Arbitrator Square! To Stark Tower! To all places connected to them! We must make them completely civil war before it's over!"

……

Marvell Near Earth Orbit Laboratory.

In the dimly lit underground space, a group of green-skinned, pointy-eared aliens were intently watching the Earth news broadcast on the screen.

These people are the Skrulls who have been lurking on Earth for many years.

The Skrulls were thrilled as they watched the images on television.

Several young Skrulls couldn't help but speak up to the leader:

"General Talos! Our chance has come!"

"The Earthlings are fighting amongst themselves! Their guardians are fighting amongst themselves, and nobody will pay any attention to us! Now is the perfect time for us to replace those politicians and take control of this country!"

"That's right! If we seize this opportunity to secretly control their high-ranking politicians, we can subtly influence the people of Earth to accept our existence and even make them our slaves!"

In the underground space, more than half of the Skrulls felt this was a golden opportunity.

However, Talos, whom they called General, remained unmoved.

It wasn't just a matter of remaining unmoved; Talos's brows were furrowed deeply.

As an observer, he keenly sensed the unusual turn of events.

It went too smoothly, or rather, it was too chaotic.

The speed was so fast it was as if an invisible hand was silently manipulating everything from behind the scenes.

Realizing something was amiss, Talos frowned and pondered for a moment before speaking:

"Bring that Earthling over here."

The Skrulls looked at each other, then finally obeyed the general's orders and brought forward a tightly bound, black-boiled egg—Nick Fury, who hadn't been seen in a long time.

"Nick, what do you think of the current state of Earth?"

Talos squinted at Black Egg, as if trying to see through his deepest thoughts.

Black Egg, after watching the chaos on the television screen for a moment, suddenly curled his lips into a cryptic smile:

"General Talos, please believe me, this is absolutely Peter Parker's doing behind the scenes!"

That's why they say your rivals often understand you better than your lover.

He was an unlucky guy who was used by Peter throughout the entire process, until he finally lost his position as director.

Black Egg is 100% certain that Peter is behind all of this.

Based on his understanding of Peter, this kid was a complete schemer and there was absolutely no way he would do something so stupid.

He then took a deep breath and solemnly warned Talos:

“If you choose to act at this time, not only will you not get the results you want, but you may also alert Peter and make him discover your existence.”

That guy isn't a pacifist like me. At best, all of you here will be banished from Earth; at worst…”

He didn't finish his sentence, but Talos understood what he meant.

Without any hesitation, he gave the order:

"No one is allowed to make any rash moves before things become clear! Let's just be spectators and watch the show quietly."

"But Chief..."

"That's an order!"

The Skrulls left dejectedly, and Nick Fury was once again taken back to his prison by the Skrulls beside him.

Back in prison, Nick Fury closed his eyes and recalled everything he had seen on the computer screen.

I couldn't help but murmur to myself:

“Peter Parker, I don’t believe you know nothing about this place after seeing the files I left at S.H.I.E.L.D.

I really helped you out this time... You should give me a chance to start over, shouldn't you?

But what Nick Fury didn't know was that after he left, Talos's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

His thoughts aligned with Nick Fury's, believing that the situation was not simple.

However, what was happening now served as a reminder to him that perhaps in the future they could also instigate a similar conflict to fight for the right of the Skrulls to live freely on this planet, without having to hide from the elements.

Almost at the same time that the Skrulls decided to remain inactive,

The sky above Times Square, New York.

Without warning, the sky there cracked open like a shattered piece of glass, revealing countless scarlet fissures!

Chapter 237 The Successor Arrives, There's No Turning Back

Times Square, New York.

The area had long been overwhelmed by angry protesters.

Tens of thousands of people held up all kinds of banners, forming a sea of ​​people.

On the platform, a fat man was holding a banner that read "Registration Bill Petition Group," shouting frantically:

"Get out of New York, you arbitrators!"

"Refuse to raise taxes! Give me back my hard-earned money!"

"Support the registration bill! Superheroes are not lawless criminals!"

"Take off your mask! Accept supervision!"

With each shout he made, the crowd in the march responded with a shout of his own.

The atmosphere reached its peak with each shout of slogans, and a frenzied emotion spread through the crowd, as if it were a grand religious ceremony.

They firmly believe that they are the embodiment of justice, the representative of public opinion, and are carrying out a great revolution.

However, none of them noticed the strange changes taking place in the sky above them.

The first to notice something was wrong were the television cameramen who were broadcasting live.

He glanced at the sky through the camera lens and froze instantly.

"What...what is that?"

Amid his exclamation, the crowd belatedly looked up and saw the terrifying red crack, and the six figures slowly emerging from it.

They were dressed in classical and magnificent attire, their expressions haughty, like gods surveying their own territory. Yet, what emanated from them was a pure killing intent capable of freezing one's soul.

The Heir Family, has arrived!

The leader, Moron, sniffed the air, a smug yet cruel smile spreading across his face:

"Is this not a universe where other things exist? The vitality here is so strong it's intoxicating."

Heiress Bora looked down at the still frenzied and shouting protesters, her eyes like those of someone looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

What are they shouting?

“That’s not important.” Demos revealed a bloodthirsty smile. “Based on my experience of destroying hundreds of universes, as long as we attack these fragile creatures indiscriminately, our delicious meal will surely come out.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Moron swooped down towards the most densely populated area below.

"Family members, I hereby announce that the appetizer session has begun!"

The moment he finished speaking, Molen had already appeared in the crowd.

His outstretched right hand seemed to transform into the sharpest spear in the world, piercing the hearts of more than ten people with a single strike, turning them into human flesh candied hawthorns.

"boom!!!"

Demos wasn't going to let Molen steal the spotlight, so he followed closely behind and swooped down.

He landed on the high platform in the center of the parade.

The fat man who had been gesticulating wildly on the high platform had his head blown off by a single punch from Demos.

Red and white substances were sprayed wildly.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

The thunderous shouts and cheers came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone stared blankly at the six demonic figures in the sky, at the petition leader who had lost his head and was still bleeding from his neck, their minds completely blank.

Viewers watching the live broadcast at home were also stunned.

"Is this...is this...special effects?" a girl asked, trembling.

The next second, screams from the audience answered her question.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The silence was shattered in an instant, replaced by a terror that spread like a plague!

"Monster! Damn it, what the Arbiter said is true!"

Run! Run!

"Help! Someone save me!"

The crowd erupted into chaos, with everyone desperately pushing and trampling on those around them, all in an effort to escape this death trap.

So-called "public opinion" and so-called "justice" are incredibly fragile in the face of the fear of death.

Their placards were scattered on the ground, trampled to pieces by hurried footsteps, the words "The Arbitrators Get Out of New York" on them looking so ironic and ridiculous.

The massacre began.