Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

It is possible to engage in intense battles with symbiotic corps in space without wearing heavy spacesuits.

Led by Peter, the group of fish passed through the portal and appeared behind Peter.

The group, standing on thin air, looked up into the distance and saw countless dark shadows visibly approaching their direction.

Seeing this, Peter looked at Sif, who was holding a curry stick, and a smile appeared on his face as he spoke:

"Come on, Sif, let's give that guy Kal a taste of his own medicine first!"

Upon hearing this, Sif nodded excitedly and immediately stood shoulder to shoulder with Peter, their curry sticks and Peter's black gold black death sword both radiating a dazzling light...

Chapter 542 Qin: My sisters are all old-timers!

"This radiance is the hope of the stars, a testament to life that illuminates the earth..."

As Sif slowly recited the incantation for Excalibur, her Noble Phantasm was activated.

A dazzling light visibly appeared on the blade of the curry stick, and that light even condensed into a huge pillar of light in space that seemed to pierce through the heavens and the earth.

Although Sif has rarely accompanied Peter on missions in the past few years, this does not mean that he has slacked off in his training.

As a goddess determined to ascend to Valhalla after death, she has been undergoing rigorous training with Thor for the past few years without ever slacking off.

This scene is the culmination of her training.

Through this daily training, Excalibur had fully recognized her abilities, to the point that Sif was able to unleash the complete Noble Phantasm of Excalibur with her own power.

While Sif was chanting her Noble Phantasm, Peter wasn't idle either; he was channeling holy light energy into his Black Gold Black Death Sword.

He took out Senbonzakura, which hadn't been taken out to breathe for a long time, and released the Heavenly Path Sentinel. He then used the Bankai version of Senbonzakura to release the final scene. White Emperor Sword.

In an instant, three blinding beams of energy illuminated the cold, lifeless universe as bright as day, even drawing the attention of the black-clad emperor in the distance.

Meanwhile, Thor, who had become the new God-King of Asgard and hadn't enjoyed the purest thrill of battle for a long time, couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter and rushed forward to say:

"Let me join in the fun too."

He raised the Storm Axe high and unleashed his power without reservation, instantly condensing a terrifying thundercloud vortex in the universe.

Well, putting aside the power level for now, at least in terms of special effects, it's on par with Peter and Sif.

"Witness, oath, sword of victory!!!"

At Sif's shout, the four exchanged a glance, then raised their weapons and slashed down heavily at the endless dark legion before them.

Two golden beams of energy shot forward.

These two forces intertwined and converged in the void, forming a pillar of holy light comparable in size to an ordinary asteroid, which shot straight toward the Throne of Nar.

Following closely behind were Thor's lightning and the pink ribbon of the White Emperor Sword.

Wherever the light passed, the thousands of symbiotic dragons blocking their path were instantly vaporized as if cut by a red-hot knife through butter, leaving not a trace behind.

The four attacks finally slammed into Gnar's throne, unleashing a ring-shaped shockwave like a supernova explosion.

It blasted away all the symbiotic dragons within a radius of thousands of kilometers, turning them into scattered black mist that slowly drifted away in the void.

"Did it succeed?"

Having experienced a battle of this magnitude for the first time, Jean couldn't help but clench her little fists excitedly, eagerly anticipating the sight of Gnar being annihilated on the spot.

Unfortunately, when the light faded, Gnar remained seated on his throne.

Although the throne was badly damaged by the impact, countless cracks were visibly appearing on his symbiotic armor.

But anyone with eyes can see that those cracks are healing in a way that is visible to the naked eye.

This impressive combined attack failed to inflict much real damage on the monster!

"I must say, as mere mortals, your ability to achieve this level has truly surprised me!"

Nar clapped his hands in a pretentious manner, his low voice sounding like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other:

"However, that's all. After all, it's just a mortal body; how could it truly resist the darkness!"

As he spoke, Nar slowly stood up and stepped out from the throne.

His footsteps echoed dully in the void, each step creating a ring of black ripples beneath his feet.

He stopped a few hundred meters away from Peter, his gaze slowly shifting from Peter's face to the black and gold Black Death Sword in his hand.

"That sword."

Nar spoke again, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery:

"How long do you intend to keep this king's weapon?"

"Don't you find it ridiculous? You think you can fight against God, but from beginning to end, all you've relied on is a weapon I casually forged."

Faced with Nar's sarcasm, Peter remained calm as if nothing had happened, and launched into his classic three-part rant about bass:

"Oh? You really just made it on a whim? I don't believe it!"

He caressed the blade of the Black Gold Black Death Sword as if it were Kars caressing Joseph Joestar's mother's long, black-stockinged legs:

"If you really don't care about this weapon, why bring it up? And what's with your expression right now?"

As Peter spoke, he then condensed into a mirror of light in the air, allowing Nal to clearly see the grid lines that had involuntarily appeared on his forehead.

"Did you know that a legendary blacksmith once said that you should treat your weapons like you would your lover?"

"How do you feel now, seeing your former lover in my hands?"

Nar: ...

The black-clad emperor's chest heaved slightly, but he quickly followed with another cold laugh:

"Mortal, you have no idea what price you have to pay to possess it!"

As he spoke, Nar raised one hand, his five fingers spread, pointing towards the Black Death Sword.

A surge of dark energy erupted from his palm, wrapping around the Black Death Sword like an invisible rope—he was trying to awaken the connection between himself and the Black Death Sword, attempting to use this method to allow the power of the Black Death Sword to erode Peter's will.

But his efforts were destined to be in vain.

If it were the Black Death Sword 1.0 that Peter had just stolen from Mephisto, this might actually be useful.

Even if they can't corrupt Peter's will, they can at least forcibly take back the Black Death Sword.

But now, after being tempered a second time by the source of Tiamt's divine power, the Black Death Sword has been infused with the Vibranium Tang Blade and the Breaker's Hammer, and Peter has inscribed his own unique divine power mark upon it.

It can be said that this is a completely different weapon from the Black Death Sword of the past.

Therefore, the Black Death Sword only trembled slightly, and then... remained motionless.

It's almost as if they just gave a voice announcement:

"The other party has rejected your Bluetooth connection request!"

Well, okay, it's not that bad.

The Black Death Sword itself does not have this function, but Ishtar faithfully fulfilled this duty.

"Pfft~"

Listening to Ishtar's emotionless, monotone reading, Qin couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She looked around with some surprise at Gwen and the others, who remained calm, at most only a slight smile playing on their lips.

He couldn't help but secretly marvel.

Good heavens, all my older sisters are old ladies now!

Chapter 543 Symbiotic Celestial Group, is that all?

Unlike Gwen and others who are used to it.

Nar's hand, which had been twisted into a chicken claw from exerting too much force, froze in mid-air.

Something was churning rapidly in his white eyes, like the bewilderment that appears when some expectation is completely shattered.

Immediately afterwards, that bewilderment visibly transformed into—anger!

The great black-clad emperor was easily torn apart before the arbiter.

When he tried to awaken the Black Death Sword for the third time, dark red energy threads visibly overflowed from his palm, forcibly wrapping around the blade of the Black Death Sword.

However, after the attack was completely blocked by a golden halo emanating from the surface of the Black Death Sword, Gnar's hand finally fell to his sides.

His gaze shifted from the Black Death Sword to Peter's face, where bulging veins were clearly visible around his pupil-less eye sockets.

"What exactly did you do to my Black Death Sword?"

"It was simply reforged using the divine power of the Celestials, with some vibranium and uru metal added, and a dozen or so divine power inscriptions engraved on it."

Peter spoke casually, but to Gnar, it was no less daunting than having dozens of tally marks written on his thigh and mysterious attack speed runes imprinted on his stomach...

"You...are very good!"

Nar looked at Peter, the disdain he once held for Peter had long since vanished without him noticing.

"I originally intended to govern your universe in a gentler way, but now it seems there's no need for that!"

As he spoke, Nar swept his hand across the void, and a huge, pitch-black rift suddenly appeared.

The edges of the rift rolled open to both sides, and a gigantic silhouette slowly emerged from it—a pair of enormous hands completely covered by symbiotic tissue!

With a forceful push, the large hands pressed against the two sides of the gap, and a huge head covered by a black symbiote emerged from it. The six pupils that should have emitted red light were now completely covered by the symbiote's characteristic paleness!

This was none other than a Celestial Being infected and controlled by the symbiote!

Nar looked at the Celestials he had unleashed as if admiring a work of art, his voice regaining its usual composure:

"Let me see just how far you mortals can struggle. At least defeat him first before it's worth my personal intervention!"

After saying this, he expected to see Peter and the group of people behind him looking terrified.

But the result was—0 people cared.

Well, Qin, who had always stayed in the academy and hadn't seen much of the world, was actually a little frightened.

However, seeing that everyone around her had a "that's it?" look on their faces, she tried her best to transform herself into an old fogey.