Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings

This is the only way she can relieve stress.

As long as her hands are moving, she can pretend that she is still doing something.

Pretend things aren't beyond redemption yet.

Harry leaned against the wall, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

He wanted to say something to lighten the mood—a joke or a witty remark, whatever.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

A god is out there issuing a challenge to the whole world.

In this situation, any joke is nothing but self-deception.

After a long silence, someone finally spoke.

"No matter what, we cannot sit idly by and wait to die!"

A clear female voice suddenly rang out in the deathly silent conference room, like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pool.

Everyone's eyes turned to the sound.

Gwen stood in her place.

Her long golden hair was combed to one side, and her expression wasn't exactly relaxed, but her eyes burned with something completely different from the atmosphere around her.

It's not blind optimism.

It's about trust.

A near-obsessive, unreserved trust that originates from the depths of the soul.

"I believe that once Peter returns, everything will take a turn for the better!"

Upon hearing the name "Peter," everyone in the conference room instinctively looked up.

Captain America's fingers loosened slightly.

Tony opened his tightly closed eyes a crack.

Natasha paused in her action of wiping the blade.

But then... they lowered their heads again.

Everyone knew that Peter would be the key to turning the tide.

There is no doubt about that.

But the problem is...

Kur's declaration of war came far too suddenly.

His strength far exceeded everyone's worst expectations.

With just a flick of a finger, more than forty coastal countries around the world could be submerged.

Faced with such immense power...

Can they really hold out until Peter returns from Asgard?

Thinking about it more deeply... the current situation has deteriorated to this extent.

Even if Peter really comes back, can he truly lead them to turn the tide?

That was, after all, a god!

As the silence returned to the conference room, Gwen's heart sank to the bottom.

She clenched her fists.

Even she didn't know what more powerful words she could say to break through this despair.

Bang!

Just then.

Without warning, the conference room door was blasted open from the outside by a burst of crimson energy!

The heavy alloy door panel was flung away like a piece of paper and embedded itself in the thick cement wall.

Upon seeing this, several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in the hallway outside instinctively drew their weapons, but before they could raise their guns, their bodies were gripped as if by an invisible hand.

They remained in the position of raising their guns... but just couldn't pull the trigger.

Because the crimson light had already enveloped their entire bodies before they did.

Immediately afterward, a man and a woman strode in.

Walking in front was a young woman wearing a red leather jacket, with long dark brown hair hanging over her shoulders, and her eyes gleaming with a scarlet light.

Behind her followed a blond young man with an expression that said, "Whatever my sister says goes," his hands in his pockets and his steps nonchalant.

Wanda Maximov.

Pietro Maximov.

"I thought the famous Avengers were something special..."

Pietro's gaze swept across the faces of everyone in the conference room, his tone filled with undisguised contempt and disappointment.

"Now it seems they're nothing but a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp!"

These words were harsh, but at that moment, no one present could find a single word to refute them.

"Without Peter Parker, you're nothing?"

Wanda's words were even harsher, like a knife precisely stabbing everyone in their sore spots.

There was a two-second silence.

Harry was the first to lose his temper.

He abruptly sat up from the wall he was leaning against, clenching his fists:

"You have no right to speak here!"

Just as he was about to vent his pent-up emotions, he saw Wanda casually raise a finger.

A crimson energy gently wrapped around his body.

He found himself unable to move.

The clenched fist remained clenched, but every muscle in the body was out of control.

The power of chaos magic—it's described in a way that's chilling.

"Think what you want!"

Wanda withdrew her gaze, her tone shifting from sharp to cold.

She glanced around the dejected meeting room, as if she saw nothing at all.

"I thought you useless people could at least help maintain order."

"It would be good to direct the evacuation, to stabilize public morale, or even just to stand up and tell the world that we still have hope."

"But now it seems that even this kind of thing can't be counted on you."

Chapter 356 On the verge of collapse! The Avengers are facing their greatest crisis yet!

After saying that, Wanda turned and left.

In the instant before she left, her eyes met Gwen's.

The two women's eyes met in mid-air for less than half a second.

Gwen saw anger in Wanda's eyes, but she also saw something else besides anger.

anxiety.

Wanda was actually afraid too.

But she did not choose to sit idly by and wait for death; instead, she chose to take a gamble.

"Let's go, Pietro."

Wanda strode away without looking back.

Pietro shrugged, spread his hands towards everyone in the conference room, and made a "I can't help having a sister like this" expression.

Watching the two figures leave.

The meeting room fell silent once again.

But this silence was noticeably different.

Captain America slowly stood up.

He stared at the gate, which had been knocked askew, and remained silent for a long time.

"She is right."

Everyone looked at him.

“Our over-reliance on Peter has indeed made us a little too dull.”

"We actually need an outsider to tell us such a simple truth as 'sitting here won't solve anything'!"

“Gwen is right, we have to do something before Peter comes back!”

"As Avengers, as humanity's last line of defense, no matter how powerful the enemy is, we should hold on until the very last moment!"

"This is a responsibility we've carried on our shoulders since the first day we became superheroes!"

As he finished speaking, he raised his head, and a faint light finally shone again in his blue eyes.

"Avengers... Assemble."

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the conference room changed.

Everyone felt their fear and negativity rapidly receding, replaced by a surge of intense emotion rising within them, burning like a flame!

"Captain's right! Even if we're no match for that monster, at least we can bite off a piece of that bastard's flesh before we die!" Harry shouted.

So Captain America picked up the vibranium shield that was leaning against the wall.