Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

The moment she finished speaking, three points of light flew out from her hair and instantly condensed into a triangular orange light shield in front of her.

Gwen looked at the light shield in front of her with curiosity, then hesitated for a moment before throwing a punch with the arm covered by the vibranium suit!

Bang!

With a loud bang, ripples spread across the surface of the light shield, but when the ripples subsided, not even the slightest crack appeared.

"This……"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with joy!

As a good neighbor to New Yorkers, she had already foreseen how many people she could prevent from dying tragically once she possessed this ability.

Just as she was feeling delighted by the power of the Shield Heroine, Peter quietly wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind and whispered in her ear:

Do you like it?

"Of course! You know what? I dream of having the same ability as you to create shields and heal others... If I could, I could save so many more people who could have been saved."

At this point, Gwen couldn't help but turn her head and kiss Peter's lips. After a long while, she spoke, her breathing slightly rapid:

“Peter, I must express my gratitude to you on behalf of the people of New York.”

"If anyone should express gratitude, it should be me thanking you! I can't possibly serve the people of New York 24 hours a day like you do."

Peter said, lifting Gwen up in his arms, a somewhat roguish smile spreading across his face:

"However... I don't express my gratitude in such a perfunctory way!"

……

After spending several hours busily working at Gwen's house, conveying the New Yorkers' gratitude to Gwen, Peter retrieved the Eye of Aurora and teleported directly to Felicia's apartment.

Felicia was sitting in front of her vanity mirror doing her skincare routine when Peter suddenly appeared. She was startled at first, but then smiled and moved closer, sniffing Peter's scent like a kitten.

"Hmm~ He smells a lot like Gwen. There's definitely a hierarchy between the first and second wives."

Seeing her making that silly face, deliberately adopting the expression of a resentful woman confined to her boudoir, Peter couldn't help but pat her bumper with amusement:

"Don't try that on me, or next time I'll just go straight to Sif."

Felicia wasn't angry at these words; she simply continued to feign a resentful expression and sighed:

"Sigh~ Men all over the world are the same, always looking for something new and easily bored. He just blurted out his true feelings... um~"

Before she could finish speaking, Peter had already lost interest in continuing the charade and abruptly shut her up, beginning the punishment for the little wildcat.

Knowing that the little wildcat was meowing and saying "Master, I was wrong~", Peter finally let Felicia go and took out the ten rings from his storage ring and put them on Felicia's hand.

In an instant, an ancient and violent power surged into Felicia's body, and the originally dull ten rings became crystal clear after having a new master, instantly boosting their prestige.

Felicia felt the immense energy surging in her arm and instinctively threw a punch towards her own backyard.

boom!

A sonic boom resounded in the void. It was just a casual punch, but the terrifying impact directly turned the entire courtyard into a mess, leaving a huge crater tens of meters in diameter on the ground.

"Wow~" Felicia's eyes lit up the moment she saw its power.

She was previously known for her speed and control, but now with the boost of ten rings, she has even added the final piece of the puzzle: destructive power.

What a hexagonal goddess! (Tactical lean back)

"Do you like it?" Peter whispered in her ear.

"I love it so much." Philich Adam immediately turned around and kissed her passionately.

Seeing her like this, Peter couldn't help but smile bitterly to himself.

I was originally planning to take some time to visit Sif and Natasha later, but it looks like I won't be able to get away tonight.

……

At the same time, Peter was busy deepening his relationship with Felicia.

Deep within the vast universe, on a massive floating throne, a robust body with purple skin and vertical lines on its chin is resting with its eyes closed.

This person was none other than Thanos, the ruler of Titan.

Even though he was just sitting there quietly, the air around him seemed to tremble because of his presence.

"My lord." Ebony Maw, dressed in a tailcoat, with an elegant demeanor but somewhat unsightly appearance, knelt respectfully beneath the throne, his brows furrowed as he spoke.

"That little princess of Asgard was much more cowardly than I imagined. She was even scared out of her wits by an Earthling and refused to go to Earth to steal the Space Stone to open the teleportation portal."

"Oh?"

Thanos, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them, a hint of interest appearing in his emerald green eyes.

“Even if that guy isn’t a true Asgardian, he’s still a descendant of the Frost Giants. Why would he be afraid of a mere Earthling? Let him come see me.”

"As ordered!"

Moments later, Loki was brought up by two Chitauri soldiers.

Where was the elegance of the god of mischief at this moment?

He was dressed in rags, his hair was disheveled, and he looked even more wretched than a beggar.

"Loki."

Thanos spoke slowly, his voice revealing a calm and refined composure that was completely disproportionate to his size:

“When you had nowhere to go, I took you in without hesitation, despite the pressure from Asgard.”

"But now, you won't even do such a trivial thing for me?"

You must give me a reasonable explanation!

His voice sounded refined and gentle, but the authority it conveyed was chilling.

Loki sized up Thanos before him, unable to resist comparing him to that arrogant and haughty Earthling.

He couldn't help but wonder:

This Thanos is definitely the strongest person I've ever seen in my life, besides my father and Peter Parker.

Moreover, he has an endless army... Perhaps this guy really can defeat that powerful, monstrous Midgardian?

Chapter 277 The Army Sets Off, the Imminent Battle of New York

Loki knelt on the cold ground, the thought of whether or not to use Thanos to eliminate Peter just beginning to cross his mind.

The next second, countless inappropriate images flashed through his mind.

Despite his elaborate schemes, Peter easily thwarted them all in a manner that bordered on humiliation.

Then... came Laufey's tragic death and... her father's face.

"I was wrong."

His father's apology echoed in his ears.

Then there's Thor.

The look of pain on that idiot's face as he lunged to grab his cloak the moment he fell.

Loki's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

A conflicted expression appeared on his face.

I could indeed join Thanos and have him lead an army to attack Earth.

But what happens after that?

Let's not even talk about whether Thanos could deal with that Earthling who seemed like a monster.

Even if he does win, so what?

Will my father and brother look at me in a new light because of this?

Thinking further, my father is already extremely old. If we lead the Chitauri army to Midgard at this time, will they become greedy and attack Asgard?

The more Loki thought about it, the less he dared to bring it up.

Thanos clearly sensed his hesitation.

But the overlord of Titan did not get angry. He simply reached out and picked up the Mind Scepter next to the armrest of his throne.

The gemstone set at the top of the scepter emitted a faint blue light, and just one glance at it could make one feel a strange attraction.

"I know what you're afraid of?"

"But I'm telling you, what you fear is nothing compared to Thanos."

"I can grant you strength."

Thanos casually tossed the Mind Scepter in front of Loki, the sound of metal hitting the ground echoing in the empty hall.

"I can grant you an army."

"I can give you everything you need to get your revenge."

"But if you can't even muster the courage of a warrior in this situation—"

"Then my Titan will no longer welcome you!"

That last sentence is the real killer move.

Loki knew very well what it would mean if he wasn't welcomed by Titan.

During this period of time, he has been wandering and has experienced the coldness and warmth of the world.

If they are not expelled from Titan, and are deemed by the two cosmic overlords to have no value in surviving on their planet.

His future will only be more difficult!

Thinking of this, he subconsciously reached out his hand, his fingertips touching the Scepter of the Mind.

The instant the fingertips touched the surface of the scepter, a cold current shot from the fingertips into the brain.

The emotions he had been trying to suppress were amplified tenfold, a hundredfold in an instant.

anger.

unwilling.