Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

Unbeknownst to them, as they excitedly prepared to return to Earth, the planet had undergone a dramatic transformation during the time Peter was building the artifact!

According to the original sin's plan, after taking Talokan, Kur launched a new type of blitzkrieg unique to the Talokan people.

The North African coast was the first to be hit.

Morocco, Algeria, Tunisia, Wakanda—tsunamis tens of meters high swept across the coastlines at speeds of 800 kilometers per hour.

There was no warning.

There was no buffer.

All the breakwaters, coastal defenses, and emergency evacuation systems were as fragile as paper in the face of the 30-meter-high sea wall.

Thus began the war between humanity and the god of fear!

The Atlanteans already possessed a type of vibranium mine that could release large amounts of seawater.

The combination of this type of mine and the power of the Seabreaker's Hammer creates a devastating force.

Namor stood atop the waves, gripping the hammer of the Seabreaker tightly in his hand.

His face was as hard as iron, but if you looked closely, you could see that his fingers holding the hammer had an abnormal white tinge—the color of his knuckles from lack of blood due to excessive force.

He didn't want to do that.

But he had no choice.

Within ten minutes.

Morocco was completely submerged.

When the 30-meter-high wall of water swept over Casablanca's coastline, the city, known for its romance, didn't even have time to sound a full air raid siren.

Seawater flooded the streets, poured into the subway, and submerged the dome of the mosque.

Thousands of people were swept up and tossed about by the torrent, desperately reaching out in the murky water, only to grab more fragments and foam.

twenty minutes.

All the cities on both sides of the Strait of Gibraltar fell.

This vital passage connecting the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea has become a deadly route.

Water surged in from both sides simultaneously, creating a water column tens of meters high when they converged in the middle of the strait.

Soldiers stationed at the British base in Gibraltar watched helplessly as the water level rose from their ankles to their chests in ten minutes. They threw away their guns and equipment and desperately climbed to higher ground.

But where is the higher ground? It's all water.

Forty minutes later.

Southern Spain, the west coast of Portugal, and southern Italy are all in a state of emergency.

The seawater submerged the second floor of the city.

More than forty coastal cities were flooded.

Hundreds of millions of people are trapped in the floods.

Despite the fact that none of these ordinary people, whom Kur considered nothing more than "pigs that produce grain," died because of Kur's "special care"—not because Kur was soft-hearted, but because the dead have no fear.

Only the living can feel the terror of suffocation when struggling in the water, feel the utter despair when watching their homes being swallowed up, and call out the names of their loved ones again and again in the dark depths of the water.

These are the things that Kur really wants to taste.

Therefore, he does not kill people.

He simply soaked everyone in the juice of fear, and then slowly, greedily, sucked up every trace of dread they exuded.

The terrifying impact of their homes being submerged by seawater quickly plunged the people living in these countries into deep panic.

Cries for help, screams for help, and the roar of collapsing buildings mingled together and were uploaded to the global internet through the trembling hands of survivors holding up their cell phones.

The comment section below the video exploded.

The screen was flooded with exclamations, curses, prayers, and desperate messages in various languages, and the refresh rate was so fast that it was impossible to read them all.

The number of views for each video is climbing at a rate of hundreds of thousands per second.

Seven billion people around the world witnessed the face of disaster together at this moment.

Such a terrifying and sudden natural disaster... everyone can guess who was behind it.

The Arbitrator previously explained the existence of the "God of Fear," the giant serpent Kur, in his live stream.

Although everyone knew in their hearts that they could not be afraid, every bit of fear they felt would become food for their opponents to strengthen.

But when faced with those scenes of disaster that resembled a living hell...

People are only now truly realizing that knowing and doing are two completely different things!

Fear is the most honest human instinct.

It doesn't require anyone's permission.

Spreading from the Mediterranean coast inland, from Europe to Asia, an invisible, oppressive sense of panic, like the Black Death hundreds of years ago, swept across the entire human civilization!

Chapter 354 The Terrifying Live Broadcast, Kur's Declaration of War

An unnamed island in the North Pacific Ocean.

This is Kur's base camp.

The god of fear sat on Namor's coral throne, his eyes narrowed in bliss.

At this moment, his dry skin is gradually becoming plump, like a sponge slowly expanding after being soaked in water.

The dull skin tone gradually regained some luster.

The atrophied muscles began to fill out again, and the bones made a faint clicking sound, like a machine that had been dormant for thousands of years was being restarted.

A faint, eerie green light flickered within his originally cloudy and dim pupils.

The light was faint, yet it exuded a chilling cold that sent shivers down one's spine.

"How long has it been..."

He muttered to himself in a low, hoarse voice, his tone carrying an almost intoxicating satisfaction.

"How long has it been since I've felt such pure fear..."

"Seven thousand years, a full seven thousand years!"

“My dear brother locked me in the dark, sunless tide, so I could never experience even a trace of fear, but now…”

He slowly opened his five fingers, looking at the dark green light flowing in his palm.

"Never-ending".

Original Sin knelt beside him, listening to his rambling, and couldn't help but raise his head, cautiously asking:

"Lord Kur, how much of your strength have you recovered?"

Kur pondered for a moment.

After sensing the surging power within him, which was still vastly different from its peak, he gave a startling answer:

"Approximately one-twentieth."

Original Sin thought to himself, "That's outrageous!"

The fear generated by the flooding of more than forty coastal cities and leaving hundreds of millions homeless is only enough to restore one-twentieth of the damage.

Just how ridiculously strong is this guy?

If fear could spread across the globe, plunging seven billion people into panic simultaneously.

At that time... even the mighty Arbitrators will be nothing more than slightly larger ants, right?

The thought crossed his mind instantly, but a fawning smile quickly spread across Original Sin's face:

"Lord Kur, now that our second step of the plan has been completed..."

"Then I think... it's time to move on to the third step of the plan."

"At that time, your recovery speed will be at least 10 times faster."

Upon hearing this, Kur slowly opened his eyes.

Those eerie green pupils shone brightly in the dim light, a glint of brilliance flashing within them:

"You're right, it's definitely time!"

As he spoke, Kur suddenly stood up from the reef and raised the scepter in his hand.

At this moment, the aura emanating from him surged wildly!

An overwhelming, domineering pressure radiated outwards from the island, spanning the heavens and the earth.

The seawater within a radius of a hundred miles was forced into a vacuum zone several kilometers in diameter by this aura.

The clouds in the sky began to rotate counterclockwise around him, forming a huge vortex.

The terrifying force even caused the heavens and earth to change color!

And then...

Buzz!

A beam of black light shot out from the serpent's head of the scepter, heading straight for the sky and piercing through the very center of the cloud vortex.

After a while.

New York, London, Tokyo, Moscow, Paris, São Paulo, Cairo, Seoul...

Kur's projection appeared in the skies around the world.

An aged, gloomy, and distorted face floated in the air.

The face was so large it almost covered half the sky, and its eerie green pupils coldly stared at everyone on the ground.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

The people who were fleeing stopped in their tracks.

The person who was crying forgot how to cry.