Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Ugh~

As golden light shone, a faint horn sounded in the void.

Tens of thousands of golden rays flew out from the banner and condensed in mid-air.

It was a well-prepared cavalry legion, and at the very front of them stood eight warriors, each with a different appearance and wielding a giant hammer.

It was none other than Kur's Myriad Spirits Cavalry and the Eight Heavenly Hammer Venerables!

Over the past period of time, through the refinement of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, these souls have completely become Peter's power and have become his most loyal subordinates.

At Peter's command, the Sky Hammer Master and the All-Spirit Cavalry immediately charged towards Mephisto's demon army.

Although Mephisto is the lord of Hell, commanding billions of demons, most of these demons are evolved from the sinners of Earth after their deaths.

Even if they can strengthen themselves to varying degrees through mutual killing and devouring, their combat power is still very limited.

At best, they are only slightly better than the Zeta Swiss soldiers.

Peter's All Souls Cavalry, however, was quite different.

These are all deceased Asgardian warriors who fought alongside Kur in the Nine Realms ten thousand years ago, and are veterans of countless battles.

It can be said that Peter's fighting strength is more than ten times that of those lower-level demons.

Furthermore, the All-Spirit Cavalry released by Peter were still pure spirits, while Mephisto's demon army was forcibly given physical bodies in order to resist the Emperor's Banner.

This resulted in the fact that even the most severe injuries suffered by the All-Spirit Cavalry could be repaired by the Emperor's Banner or Peter's own soul power.

Mephisto's demon army, however, would be absorbed by the Emperor's Banner on the spot after his physical body was destroyed.

Therefore, this battle between the two armies was unfair from the very beginning.

Even though Peter's All-Spirit Cavalry did not have a numerical advantage, they still easily decimated Mephisto's demon army.

Looking at the army of demons who were killed and cried out for their mothers, and whose physical bodies were even destroyed and then absorbed as nourishment by the Emperor's Banner.

Peter couldn't help but laugh:

"Looks like your plans still can't keep up with my changes~"

"I'd like to ask, given the current situation, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

Hearing Peter's sarcasm, Mephisto's already red face turned even redder.

The reason is simple: Peter's playing style caught him completely off guard.

He thought his plan was foolproof and that he had Peter completely under his control, but he never expected that he would become the clown again in the blink of an eye.

Anyone would find this situation unbearable!

With this thought in mind, Mephisto subconsciously tightened his grip on the Black Death Sword.

Clearly, the only way to break this deadlock is to "directly defeat Peter"!

Chapter 405 Lend me your vitality!

Mephisto's eyes gradually turned dangerous.

He raised the Black Death Sword in his hand and pointed it at Peter. The Black Death Sword emitted a deep hum, and the dark energy flowing on the sword was almost tangible. The surrounding light was swallowed up by this pure evil.

"It seems the only solution is to remove you, the most troublesome nail in my way."

"Pulling out nails, that makes a lot of sense!"

Peter nodded, appearing to completely agree with the other person's point of view, but the next second, his tone suddenly changed:

"But... with your pathetic skills, you think you're qualified to deal with me?"

As he spoke, a chaotic gray light appeared on Peter's body.

It is the divine power of the Tiger Talisman!

Yin and Yang, good and evil.

Two completely opposite yet common auras suddenly diverged within Peter's body.

Under the inexplicably shocked gaze of the Ancient One, Peter's figure first became blurred, and then split in two, forcibly forming two Peters.

Peter on the left is surrounded by a faint golden glow. He has a gentle temperament, clear eyes, and a friendly smile, just like the boy next door, making people feel good about him.

Peter on the right, on the other hand, is the complete opposite.

He was shrouded in a faint, dark aura, his eyes were sinister, and the curve of his lips carried a hint of cynicism and pure malice.

A violent, scorching power, seemingly capable of incinerating everything, surged within him. It was the aura of the Phoenix Force, which now appeared extremely flamboyant, showing no restraint whatsoever.

Good and evil, two separate things!

The Avengers were already used to this scene, but the Ancient One and Wanda were deeply shocked.

One of them is the Sorcerer Supreme, and the other is a born Scarlet Witch.

But I never imagined that magic could be developed to such an incredible extent.

Under the stunned gazes of the two men, Peter, bathed in golden light, suddenly turned his head.

First, she flashed Wanda a smile that made her heart almost skip a beat, then nodded to Gu Yi:

"Senior Gu Yi, please send me into the Mirror Space later. I need to concentrate on preparing something and do not want to be disturbed by anyone."

Upon hearing this, Gu Yi opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Because of Peter's convincing attitude, even she couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill towards him.

What bad intentions could a kind little solar energy have? Just trust it!

So the Ancient One used her supreme magic to create a geometric space just big enough for Peter to fit inside.

Instead of entering the space immediately, Peter gave Tony a wink.

Tony immediately understood and gave the order from inside his suit:

"Jarvis, point all the live stream cameras at Peter."

In an instant, Peter appeared on the screens of millions of households with a gentle smile, and the eyes of seven billion people around the world were focused on him.

"Hello, viewers around the world, I am the Arbiter, Peter Parker."

“I know you are very scared and confused right now. Aliens, gods, demons... these things that only exist in myths and movies are appearing before us one after another, trying to drag our home into the abyss.”

"But please don't give up hope."

"Now, I need your help."

Peter opened his arms wide, his smile sincere and warm.

"Raise your hands, lend me your thoughts, your hopes, your longing for peace, your love for your family... lend me your energy!"

These words were broadcast live globally and reached every corner of the world.

Everyone was stunned by Peter's words.

vitality?

What is that?

Does this kind of thing really exist in ordinary people like them?

This kind of thing seems more like... a prank!

Just when everyone was still skeptical, in an apartment in Brooklyn, a child who looked no more than four or five years old imitated Peter's actions on TV and raised his hand high.

"Dad, Mom? Why aren't you raising your hands?"

"Don't you all want the Arbiter to defeat the villains on the other side?"

The innocent and bewildered voice brought the stunned parents back to their senses.

They turned to look at their child, about to say something.

But before they could even make a sound, they discovered that a tiny speck of light, no bigger than a grain of rice, had appeared in their child's palm.

The couple couldn't help but rub their eyes in surprise, but no matter how much they rubbed, the tiny point of light never disappeared.

"So... what the Arbitrator said is true?"

The man cheered excitedly, unable to resist closing his eyes and recalling himself more than a decade ago, sitting in front of an old TV and reading comic books, dreaming of fighting alongside the characters on TV and in comics!

As he pondered this, the man opened his eyes and, sure enough, found tiny specks of light appearing in his palm.

Then came their wives.

He excitedly pushed open the window and shouted loudly to the residents of the building across the street!

One, ten, hundreds, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, billions!

More and more people, regardless of nationality, skin color, or religion, raised their hands at this moment.

Streams of faint but pure intention converged into a torrent spanning the entire planet, piercing through the barriers of space and surging towards Peter's consciousness space.

Sensing the ever-growing vital energy, Shan Peter smiled slightly. Without further hesitation, he turned and stepped into the geometric space.

On the other side of the battlefield, Mephisto was unaware of what was happening on Earth; he simply felt an instinctive sense of disgust and irritation.

"Playing tricks!"

He turned his gaze to another Peter, the "evil" Peter who exuded an aura of wickedness.

Compared to that "charlatan" who collected faith, the pure, chaotic, and evil aura emanating from this guy, which was almost identical to his own, made him feel somewhat more at ease.

"I must say, your aura is quite to my liking." Mephisto's lips curled into a cold smile.

"If you ask me, how about we cooperate?"

"Kill that hypocritical side of yours, and from now on we'll share this entire hell!"

"I?"

Upon hearing this, Evil Peter merely chuckled, then twisted his neck, producing a series of crisp "crack" sounds.

The next second, the Phoenix Power within him erupted completely without reservation, and dark red flames soared into the sky, transforming into a gigantic phantom of a firebird that blotted out the sun, dyeing the entire sky of the mirror space a doomsday-like crimson.

“If you can survive my clutches, I might seriously consider your suggestion.”