People Are in Marvel, and the System is Working As a Worker

"Oh, it's a match full of twists and turns. In the fateful battle between the two sisters, the elder sister won by a narrow margin."

Xingjue appeared again as the host.

In the field, projected his huge figure.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that Gamora is fine."

He didn't know that it was this female-skinned assassin who put on a non-traditional cuckold for him.

"I noticed that the majority of people bet on Gamora, so you guys have won money. But, the odds are so low, is it fun to win such a small amount of money? Not fun... The next player, Absolutely beyond your expectations. Who is it... Cough cough, I'm thirsty, please allow me to take a sip of water before revealing the answer."

Xingjue deliberately bought a pass, and the audience really scolded.As expected, this is what he wanted.

"Okay, someone's upset. Then I'll keep it under wraps.

Star Lord looked excited.

The auditorium was suddenly quiet.

Black dwarf?

What the hell, who is it?

Originally, the audience with full expectations was blown away, and countless unsavory words turned the entire fighting arena into a pot of boiling porridge.

"This guy Quill is really a showy guy."

Mike looked at the proud Xing-Lord after molesting the audience.

feel,

Looks like I found a good host.

Chapter 334

As soon as Xingjue reminded, many people reacted.

That's right, it was just a warm-up match.

According to common sense, the final final will not be inferior to the warm-up match.

"Okay, I can see that you are very much looking forward to the upcoming finals. If that's the case...then just take a 10-minute break. Those who should go to the bathroom should go to the bathroom, and those who should rest should rest."

Then...of course there was a sound of cursing Star-Lord.

The pants are all taken off, that's all?

To the restroom?

My bladder exploded and I want to watch the finals first, okay?

Xingjue said cheaply: "I just like the way you hate me so much, but you can't touch half of my hair, hehehe..."

You may not believe it, but as the host, the "bastard" Star-Lord actually has a lot of fans.

10 minutes, of course someone actually went to the toilet, but the real intention is to give those who want to bet a time to mobilize funds.

"Where's your player?"

Ebony Throat asked.

On his side, there is no doubt that it is General Death Blade.

At this time, General Deathblade was not in the waiting room prepared for the players, but stood beside Ebony Maw, like a bodyguard.However, the murderous aura emanating from his body is as real as it is. If you know a little bit, you will never treat him as an ordinary bodyguard.

"Still sleeping," Mike said.

Ebony Throat didn't take Mike's words seriously, and said, "Don't you want to end yourself?"

General Deathblade stared at Mike.

Mike had no pressure at all, and said to General Deathblade: "Don't look at me like that, your opponent is someone else, and he is an acquaintance."

"Son of Odin?"

General Dead Blade reacted immediately, and then said disdainfully: "You are defeated!"

The last time they fought, General Deathblade thought he had figured out Thor's details.

Under normal circumstances, what kind of transformation can happen to a person in such a short period of time?

Therefore, General Dead Blade's idea is actually a reasonable idea.

"In the near future, it will no longer be 'Son of Odin' who is famous in the universe, but 'Thor' Thor."

Mike laughed.

"Maybe." General Deathblade obviously didn't believe it, "but that's a possibility in the future. Unfortunately, he met me and has no future."

"Oh, wait and see then."

"Wait and see."

After finishing speaking, General Deathblade jumped down from the [-]-meter-high special viewing platform.

"The game is about to start, let's check the bets, what do you think?"

When he said this, a trace of tension flashed in Ebony Throat's eyes, and it was fleeting.

Ebony Throat was never an easy guy.

he is a wise man,

And most smart people are unwilling to be inferior to others.

The problem is, he's not strong enough.

The prerequisite for becoming the overlord of one party is strength.So Ebony Throat chose to serve Thanos allegiance, and then patiently waited for the opportunity to prepare for the dove to occupy the magpie's nest.

In fact, in some of the multiverses, Ebony Maw not only did that, but used Thanos' son, Theon, to finally succeed.

The plan, however, must have been a long one.

Then Mike showed up.

He thought of another possibility: trick out the psychic scepter, use the power of the psychic scepter to control a thug who can use power.

In this way, do you still need to pretend to be a grandson under Thanos?

Forbearance is an essential quality for a conspiracy careerist.But, who wants to kneel when they can stand?Who wants to be a grandson who can be a grandpa?

Therefore, "testing the bets" was just an excuse for Ebony Maw to contact Mike with the spiritual scepter.

Very unpretentious, but reasonable excuse.

"No problem." Mike said briskly.

"No suspicion."

Ebony Throat heaved a sigh of relief, seeing Mike flip his wrist and take out the cosmic spirit ball from the space.

turn on.

A jewel emitting purple light is revealed.

"The Mind Stone is inlaid on this scepter."

Ebony Maw naturally extended the scepter slowly towards Mike, as if he was about to hand the scepter into Mike's hand.

The Mind Stone is yellow, while the gem on the Staff has a blue glow.

The one thing in common is: incomparably magnificent.

When other people extend a sharp object to you in a seemingly harmless way, different people have different reactions.However, strong and confident people usually choose to seize it.

It's like they hold onto their own ambitions, their own destiny.

really.

Mike reached out and grabbed the sharp but blunt scepter.

At that moment, Ebony Maw was ecstatic, and instantly activated the power of the spiritual scepter.

next moment.

Ebony Maw was in a world of whiteness.

"what?"

Ebony Maw wondered.

After getting the spiritual scepter, Ebony Maw must have used it.

When the spiritual scepter touches the target, it will immediately find the loopholes in the opponent's mind. Since all defenses have been defeated, the target's thoughts and memories will be displayed in front of him unprepared, allowing additions, deletions, and changes.

"What does this whiteness mean?"

Ebony Throat also became dazed.

In the vast white world, he kept walking and walking.

Gradually lose the perception of time and space.

It stands to reason that he should panic and be irritable.

but no.

Just keep walking, keep walking.

Until there was a clear phoenix cry.

Ebony Throat suddenly knelt on the ground, eyes filled with enthusiasm.

"Why kneel?"

"Why are you crying?"

Ebony Maw didn't know, but it didn't matter.

At this moment, he only felt extremely relaxed, because he handed himself over, he didn't have to think about anything, he only needed to...do according to his master's orders.

in reality.

Failed to participate in the warm-up match and finals, the cruel Proxima Proxima was manic and stood behind Ebony Maw with a gloomy expression.

Her original plan was to kill everyone except her own when General Deathblade won the game and got the power gem.

Only blood can calm her down.