Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

The person who was praying stopped praying.

Everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn to that face that shrouded the sky.

And then...

The enormous, aged face spoke.

This... is their "an eye for an eye" plan!

Kuer wants to push fear to its extreme using the methods of an adjudicator—live-streamed globally!

A deep, hoarse voice descended upon every corner of the earth, like an echo from the abyss, each syllable carrying a terrifying power that sent shivers down the spine:

"Listen to my voice... ants of Midgard."

“I am Kur…the God of Terror, the true ruler of the Nine Realms.”

Seven billion people around the world heard the same voice at the same second.

No translation is needed.

No subtitles are needed.

Kuhl's words were directly instilled into everyone's minds in a way that transcended language, allowing everyone to clearly understand every word he spoke.

"At this moment, I formally announce to you..."

He paused for a second.

That one second of silence made countless hearts skip a beat.

"The game has begun!"

game.

He was talking about games.

To a god, the survival of a civilization... is nothing more than a game.

"The Arbiters? The Avengers?"

Kur's tone even carried a hint of amusement and disdain.

"Let me see what you're really made of!"

"I will depart from South America tomorrow morning to launch a general offensive against America, at which time..."

His gaze swept over the myriad beings beneath the sky.

"I hope you ants... can give me some fun!"

The moment the words fell.

The projection dissipates.

The sky returned to its original color.

But everyone knows that the sky is no longer the sky they know.

silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

It was as if the whole world had been put on pause at that moment.

And then...

The entire American continent was in chaos!

Argentinians and Chileans are almost going crazy!

They are located at the southernmost tip of South America, which means that starting tomorrow, they will be among the first to face the attack of the god of fear!

To fight against a god?

What? Guns? The army? Or the cross of the Virgin Mary?

This is simply a fantasy!

It wasn't just them; people in Brazil, Bolivia, Colombia... all of South America were plunged into endless panic.

On the streets of Buenos Aires, people scattered like frightened ants.

The supermarket was looted within ten minutes.

The gas station was packed with people in lines stretching for kilometers. Some people got into fights over cutting in line, while others simply abandoned their cars and ran on foot.

The airport terminal in São Paulo was packed with people. All flights were fully booked, and those who couldn't get tickets rushed onto the tarmac, trying to cling to the wings to leave this land that was about to become a battlefield.

What's even more despairing is that—everyone's mind was filled with only one thought:

escape!

Escape to America!

Reaching Alika might not guarantee survival, but staying put would certainly mean certain death!

So people started packing their bags like crazy.

Countless families were torn apart in the chaos.

Children cried for their mothers, the elderly were pushed to the ground by the crowd, and young people ran while looking back at the sky behind them that was about to be swallowed by fear.

An unprecedented upheaval ensued.

Chaos is the perfect breeding ground for fear.

Hundreds of millions of people are dominated by the same fear at the same time.

That fear coalesced into an invisible torrent, surging wildly from every corner of the earth towards the North Pacific Ocean, and into Kur's body.

Chapter 355 The Darkest Hour, Wanda's Provocation

Kur's physique changed again.

His thin, hunched figure grew rapidly to over two meters tall.

His face also changed from that of a gaunt old man to that of a dignified, gloomy, and oppressive middle-aged man.

His skin was covered with dense, ancient, dark green runes:

Those were inscriptions of fear, each one representing a civilization's dread of him.

Original Sin stood behind him, feeling Kur's strength rise like an inflating balloon, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

Earth is destined to become Kur's possession.

As he embarks on his new journey, he will act as the other party's agent on Earth, taking complete control of the seven billion people on this planet.

She slowly raised her head, her gaze piercing through the cave's dome, looking up at the unseen sky.

Father.

Did you see that?

I finally... surpassed you!

Her lips curled up slightly, a smile that contained madness, elation, and a hint of...sorrow that she herself didn't even notice.

……

new York.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Building.

The conference room was deathly silent.

The LED lights on the ceiling emitted a pale white light, making everyone's faces appear faintly white.

The electronic screens were still displaying images of disasters from around the world.

But no one watches those images anymore.

Captain America sat at one end of the long table.

Interlace your fingers and place your hands on the table.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

But he couldn't utter a single word.

He wanted to say, "We still have hope," but the words circled in his mouth three times, each time being stopped by reason.

What's the point of saying it?

A mortal's hope is nothing more than air in the face of a god.

Tony sat at the other end, with three laptops spread out in front of him.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, trying to deduce a feasible plan to defeat the enemy.

One plan was overturned.

Both plans were overturned.

The seventeenth plan was overturned.

bang~

The computer was swept to the ground, and the screen shattered.

Tony took off his glasses and slumped into the chair as if all the bones in his body had been removed.

No matter how you extrapolate, the outcome seems destined to be nothing but despair.

The gap in strength between the two sides has exceeded the limit that tactics can overcome.

Natasha sat expressionlessly in the corner, wiping her tactical dagger in her hand.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

The blade had long been polished to a gleaming shine, but her hands still didn't stop.