Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

“You…” Wanda couldn’t help but squint her eyes comfortably, but after a moment she realized that something seemed amiss, so she could only force herself to remain calm:

"Don't think you can fool me by putting on this act."

"Think what you want."

Peter shrugged indifferently, then stared into Wanda's eyes and said:

"Anyway, I'm confident that I can bring you siblings to Amelika, and I'm confident that you won't be able to cause any trouble under my control."

"Stop acting all high and mighty!"

Wanda is showing signs of getting angry:

"Otherwise, I guarantee you'll regret your arrogance for the rest of your life!"

"I believe you won't do that."

These seemingly casual words froze Wanda's anger.

Believe?

"Why should you believe me?" Wanda's voice trembled slightly, she herself didn't know if it was from anger or something else.

Peter suddenly moved closer to her, so close that if he lowered his head by just one centimeter, their noses would touch.

"If you've already been blinded by hatred and are determined to seek revenge, then those Hydra bastards won't be able to stop you."

"In addition, the girl who helped me transfer the divine energy to you is a professional lie detector. I can sense your true emotions."

"You're nothing but a tough little hedgehog, all bark and no bite. You stick your quills up high, but actually, you're just doing it to protect your soft belly from wild animals."

At this point, while Wanda was still in a daze, Peter patted her head as if petting a cat:

"You don't need to put on that cold, world-weary act with me, because in my eyes... your acting is fake."

Rumble!

When she came to her senses, the chaotic magic within Wanda surged wildly, causing the entire ward to tremble violently.

Peter, noticing this, realized that if he continued to provoke Hakimi, he would instantly transform into his Spinosaurus form.

This instantly widened the distance between them and Wanda.

"Hydra detonated the entire base, most likely trying to hide something. If I find any clues, I will contact you immediately."

Also, I'd be happy to give you a small gift.

As he spoke, Peter's storage ring flashed, and a jade bed, entirely ice-blue and radiating a chilling aura, suddenly appeared in the spacious intensive care unit.

It was the Jade Bed that Peter had acquired long ago, and now it had finally found a suitable user.

After leaving the bed there, Peter waved to Wanda and left the ward.

"Whoo~"

As Pietro pushed open the door and entered, he felt the chill emanating from the jade bed and involuntarily shivered.

"Wow, it's so cool here, we don't even need to turn on the air conditioner."

Noticing his younger sister's murderous glare, he paused for a moment, then immediately changed his tune:

"What was that damn guy thinking? My lovely sister has just recovered from a serious illness, and he just left her with this huge block of ice. Is he trying to freeze her to death?!"

Wanda rolled her eyes at him, then spoke weakly:

"I'm starving, go get me something to eat."

"Yes, ma'am~" Pietro winked at her, then left the ward like a gust of wind.

After Pietro left, Wanda pursed her lips, and eventually, as if possessed, walked over and slowly sat down on the jade bed.

The moment she sat on the jade bed, something miraculous happened.

The icy chill flowed into her body, but instead of making her feel piercingly cold, it felt like a clear spring flowing through a dry riverbed, making her feel incredibly comfortable.

The whispers that had begun to revive after Peter left vanished at that very moment!

The world is quieter than ever before.

My mood is also more peaceful than ever before.

What shocked her even more was that when she tried to sense the chaotic magic within her body, the energy that was previously as unruly as a wild horse became more docile than ever before!

This...this is simply a miracle!

Wanda stroked the cold jade bed beneath her, her thoughts swirling.

It seems I owe that guy... more and more.

Chapter 338 Skadi's Hammer, The Source of Fear Activated

In the Arctic, the biting winds sweep across the ice fields like knives, whipping up clouds of ice shards.

In the boundless white world, a team appeared out of nowhere.

Original Sin—Cynthia Schmidt, wearing a thick fur coat, walks at the front of the procession.

She seemed completely unconcerned about the bitter cold, her steps steady and without the slightest pause.

Baron Zemo followed behind her, wrapping himself up like a dumpling, but still felt the chill seeping into every pore.

Damn this weather!

Zemo cursed inwardly, his eyes flashing with a cold and resolute light as he looked at the woman's back in front of him.

From Sokovia to Budapest, and then to this desolate, icy wasteland.

He suffered countless humiliations along the way.

This bastard child born of the Red Skull and the maid didn't take him, the noble Baron, seriously at all. His imperious attitude along the way shattered his last remaining dignity.

Cooperation?

Zemo sneered inwardly.

He never believed in cooperation, especially in such a life-or-death moment; he only believed in himself!

Thinking of this, he subconsciously tightened his coat, feeling the hard object under his coat, and a sense of security welled up in his heart.

When the time is right, everything will fall back into the hands of the great Baron Zemo!

Just as they were thinking this, the group stopped in front of an iceberg.

"This is it!"

As the team leader, Original Sin repeatedly compared the map in his hand with the iceberg in front of him, then turned to his subordinates behind him and said:

"This is it. Look around for any clues."

Her group of wicked sisters immediately scattered, carefully searching for any possible clues.

"Boss, the ice here seems thinner; it looks like it froze on later!"

Upon hearing this, Original Sin's eyes lit up. He immediately rushed over, first spraying ginger juice that could soften the ice, and then swinging his ice axe and smashing it more than a dozen times.

Click!

After the surface of ice cracked, an inconspicuous red button appeared in front of everyone.

Original Sin took a deep breath and pressed the button.

Accompanied by bursts of roar,

The iceberg collapsed rapidly, and soon a steel building, half-hidden by ice and snow, appeared before everyone's eyes.

It was the secret Arctic base that Red Skull established during World War II, and it was also the destination of Baron Zemo's journey!

Click click click~!

As the heavy steel door, engraved with the Hydra symbol, slowly opened, everyone's attention was drawn to the door before them.

Zemo's breathing became slow and long, like a venomous snake lurking in the snow, patiently waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

His hand silently reached into his robes and grasped a specially made dagger coated with deadly poison.

This is his last trump card!

It's now!

Just as the door was about to be fully opened,

His movements were swift as lightning and silent. All his strength was concentrated in his right arm, and the dagger in his hand turned into a streak of black light, piercing straight into the back of Original Sin's heart!

He had practiced this strike countless times. The angle, force, and timing were all perfect.

He could almost see the dagger piercing her body, the disbelief on her face, and her falling at his feet. He would be the ultimate victor.

However, the imagined sound of flesh being torn apart did not come.

snort~

With a muffled thud as a sharp blade pierced flesh, crimson blood seeped from Original Sin's shoulder.

It worked!

Zemo's face lit up with ecstasy.

He was just about to burst into triumphant laughter.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could react, a black shadow struck his face with incredible speed.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed loudly across the vast, icy plain.

Zemo was sent flying by the force, his body sliding a long way across the ice before finally coming to a stop.

Half of his cheek was swollen, blood was spilling from the corner of his mouth, and several broken teeth could be seen on the ground.

He struggled to lift his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"That's it?"

Original Sin looked at the poisoned dagger on the ground as if nothing had happened, as if it were a child's toy.

“Zemo, I always thought you were a smart person. I never expected you to do something so stupid.”