Chapter 359: The Hero Arrives, Even Gods Must Retreat!
The crack in the Bifrost Bridge continued to expand.
A golden sea of stars poured out from the crack, dyeing the entire sky a brilliant amber.
The light was so dazzling that even Cul had to squint slightly.
A warship rushed out from the crack.
the destiny.
The friction flames generated as the warship tore through the atmosphere were almost negligible against the backdrop of the golden star sea.
During its descent, the hatch opened automatically, and a figure jumped out.
That person fell straight down from hundreds of meters in the air, without armor, wings, or any flight devices on his body.
Boom!
The moment he landed.
The ground cracked, and gravel splattered.
In the center of a huge crater, Peter Parker landed steadily without any cushioning, completely unharmed.
He raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the devastated battlefield, over his battered but still standing companions, and over Wanda, who was bound in mid-air by ink-green energy snakes with blood at the corner of her mouth...
Finally, his gaze landed precisely on Cul.
The two locked eyes.
Time and space seemed to solidify completely at this moment.
Cul clearly felt an emotion, one he had forgotten for tens of thousands of years, one he thought he would never experience again in this life.
Even though he was the embodiment of fear himself, a god holding the authority of fear.
But at this moment, the instant he felt the aura pouring out from Peter, that oppressive feeling as if the entire Universewas making way for this person and all living things were bowing down to him, caused his divine body to react faster than his brain.
He took a step back.
Just one step, and his heel lightly tapped against the base of the throne, making a soft "clack" sound.
Though the sound was soft, it exploded in Cul's heart like a thunderclap.
He, the God of Fear, the Serpent Cul, in front of a mortalwho had just appeared... had actually retreated?
How is this possible!
What he found even more unacceptable was that this step he took back was faithfully transmitted to billions of people around the world through the sky projection he had created himself!
Crazy, completely crazy!
At this moment, the audience around the world looking up at the sky felt an unprecedented excitement.
"He retreated! He actually retreated!"
"Who is this person? Why could he fall from such a height and remain unharmed?"
"Who else could it be but The Arbiter, appearing on the battlefield in such a manner at this time?"
"What?! He is The Arbiter? He's actually so young?"
"That high and mighty god retreated because of The Arbiter's appearance!"
"In front of The Arbiter, even a god must step back?"
"We are saved, we have hope!"
"So cool! It turns out that underneath The Arbiter's mask is such a handsome face!"
Peter, at the scene, did not consider so many trivial things.
He just calmly shifted his gaze from Cul's twisted face to Wanda, who was still bound in mid-air.
Four hideous, ink-green energy snakes were coiled around her slender limbs. There was still blood at the corner of her mouth from the earlier backlash of her power, and her face was pale as paper.
Peter extended his right hand and lightly tapped his index finger at those energy snakes from a distance.
It was just like popping a bubble floating in the air.
Those four energy snakes, composed of Cul's divine power, couldn't even struggle; they instantly shattered inch by inch, turning into ink-green specks of light that dissipated into the air.
Wanda's body lost its restraints and fell powerlessly from mid-air.
Peter's figure flashed, instantly appearing below Wanda, catching her steadily.
One hand supported her back, and the other hooked under her knees.
A standard and gentle princess carry.
"You've worked hard."
Peter's voice was warm and soft.
Wanda struggled to open her somewhat blurry eyes, looking at the face so close to her.
She subconsciously wanted to say something.
But the overdraft of magic power in her body and the mental pressure Cul had caused her earlier were simply too severe.
Before she could utter even half a syllable, she fainted in Peter's arms.
The light of the Horse Talisman shone on Peter's hand. Where the light passed, Wanda's body was quickly adjusted to its best state.
But because of the sudden mental relaxation, she did not wake up immediately.
After carefully putting Wanda down, he looked at Gwenand the others, who were extremely excited, and after giving them a reassuring smile, he spoke calmly:
"Gwen, Pietro's condition doesn't seem very good. Please perform first aid."
Gwen's lips trembled. At this moment, she had too many things she wanted to say.
There was her reliance on Peter, her worry about Peterfacing Cul directly, her unease about Peter exposing his true face to the public, and her concerns about Peterstating his real name directly.
But all of this, in the end, only turned into a soft "Mm."
Having walked through life and death together, they had long since formed an extraordinary tacit understanding; they only needed one look at each other to know what the other was thinking.
Therefore, the moment she locked eyes with Peter, Gwenhad dispelled all the concerns in her heart.
She knew there was nothing left that she needed to be anxious about.
Peter... her man, would solve every trouble in this world just as he always did.
Thus, Gwen seemed to forget the tense atmosphere at hand, and she walked calmly and composedly toward Pietro not far away.
This composure clearly angered Cul's lackeys!
As a good dog newly recruited by Cul, Sin felt this was a good opportunity to demonstrate her value.
Her eyes rolled, and without thinking, she immediately used the short-range teleportation ability of the hammer of skadi to appear directly behind Gwen.
She prepared to directly smash Ghost-Spider—The Arbiter's beloved—to death, intending to make The Arbiterrealize, through this method, how ridiculous his persistence was in front of the absolute power of My Lord Cul.
But the moment she flashed behind Gwen.
"I didn't say you could move."
Boom!
The moment the words fell, a terrifying aura descended abruptly.
This aura was so terrifying that it even caused the heavens and earth to change color, and lightning suddenly struck down from the originally overcast sky.
It was as if the entire sky was trembling because of his anger alone!
Flashed behind Gwen, Sin, still wearing a hideous smile, felt as if she had been hit on the back of the head with a club; her brain went blank, and she uncontrollably knelt on the ground.
Not until her knees made intimate contact with the solid ground did she realize what had happened.
Both she and the Skadi within her felt a tremendous humiliation at this moment.
But no matter how she struggled, her knees remained motionless as if they had taken root.
The terrifying aura shrouded her, and until this moment, she truly realized how ridiculously wrong she had been.
Although she had obtained the power of Skadi, although she had already stepped half a foot into the realm of the gods.
But in front of that man, she was still so vulnerable.
Just one look... was enough to doom her!
Chapter 360: Guys, your delivery has arrived!
"You... have some nerve!"
Cul let out a cold sneer.
The next second, the aura within his body surged out like a tidal wave, colliding head-on with the Haoshoku released by Peter.
The two vastly different forces collided and tore at each other in the air.
The high-frequency clash caused the space around the two of them to twist in a bizarre way.
Visible shockwaves formed an invisible barrier between the two that constantly collapsed and regenerated, emitting the "crack, crack" sound of space tearing.
Sin felt the power from Cul negate the heavy pressure weighing down on her, and she was finally able to stand up again.
But she did not dare to attack Gwen again.
The fear brought about by that kneeling moment still remained in her marrow.
Her legs were still trembling, and the dull pain from her knees constantly reminded her that if she dared to be clever again, her fate would be miserable.
On the other side, Cul's gaze was locked onto Peter.
Deep within his pupils, dark green divine light churned; that light was like flickering flames, and anyone could read the monstrous rage within it.
First, it caused him to take a step back in a moment of carelessness in front of billions of "swine."
Then, it was ignoring him, the dignified God of Fear, and starting to talk to himself.
And now, he had even taken the liberty of attacking his own The Worthy.
Every single one of these was an absolute capital offense!
"A mere mortal... dares to disrupt My feast? You think you are worthy of making My The Worthy kneel?"
Cul let out a cold snort, every word he uttered exuding a chill capable of freezing souls.
As he spoke, he took a step forward, and the ground beneath his feet silently turned into a patch of cracked, scorched earth, his terrifying aura climbing another notch.
"Your arrogance is unmatched across the Nine Realms."
"It even makes Me curious—curious if your strength is worthy of this arrogance."
Facing the pressure exerted by Cul, Peter just smiled, smiling incredibly relaxed:
"That's a line that should be coming from me, right?"
"Even Odin wouldn't dare speak to me like that. What qualifications do you, a stray dog sealed away by Odin for nearly ten thousand years, have?"
The moment his voice fell, the already immensely magnificent aura on Peter suddenly surged again!
If the Haoshoku he had released before was just an invisible suppression of will, then at this moment, as he truly became serious, that aura condensed into a materialized authority that ruled over the world!
The air was trembling.
The earth was groaning.
The dark clouds overhead were completely torn apart by the two opposing auras, and thousands of black thunderbolts exploded in the sky. In an instant, it felt as if heaven and earth were in turmoil, as if the void itself was shattering at this moment!
At first, seeing Cul's aura climb, Sin was secretly calculating in her heart that Lord Cul still seemed to be above Peter, and whether she should take this opportunity to try again.
But the next second, as Peter's aura also climbed, she quickly dismissed the thought.
Before the two of them officially decided the winner, it was better for her to keep watching!
Peter's piercing words caused a monstrous rage to rise in Cul's heart.
The psychological damage caused to Cul by this act of directly picking at scars was even greater than that of direct personal insults.
Cul struggled to mobilize his own aura, and dark green divine runes emerged from the surface of his skin, spreading like living creatures along his neck to his temples.
His aura surged again as a result.
But just when he thought this was enough, Peter revealed an innocent smile:
"Oi~ old man, you don't think you're the only one who can be a rune warrior, do you?"
The moment his voice fell, Dual God Resonance was activated!
Golden runes climbed all over Peter's body, even faintly overshadowing Cul!
The global projection in the sky faithfully recorded this miraculous scene.
Billions of viewers in front of screens, in squares, and on rooftops surrounded by floods held their breath, looking up at the two figures confronting each other like creator Gods.
No one spoke.
No one even dared to breathe deeply.
Everyone was waiting for the final result of this clash of auras.
Finally, amidst the anticipation of the masses, a terrifying thunderclap erupted in the sky.
A visible shockwave formed between the two as a result, sweeping across the entire field.
The earth was torn apart at this moment.
On the distant sea, giant waves over a hundred meters high were whipped up!
Under the influence of this aura, both were forced to instinctively retreat.
Peter took three steps back in succession.
But Cul only took two steps back!
This discovery brought a clear smile to Cul's face, and he opened his mouth, just about to say something.
The next second, he felt some kind of fishy, sweet liquid surge out.
That was... blood!
This cruel discovery was like an invisible heavy hammer, smashing hard against Cul's chest.
He, the dignified God of Fear, the former Lord of the Nine Realms, the All-Father of Asgard... had actually lost!
The moment he realized this, a strong sense of absurdity drove Cul almost mad.
At this moment, he could not maintain the dignity of a God.
He gripped the scepter in his hand almost hysterically, the end of the scepter striking the ground heavily.
Boom!
This muffled sound seemed to strike everyone's heart.
A rich dark green light lit up on the bodies of the four The Worthy simultaneously—that was the direct divine power amplification from Cul!
"My emissaries! Let these damn ants witness what true fear is!"
With the amplification of divine power, the aura on the four The Worthy instantly climbed to a whole new level.
Greithoth let out a roar and moved first; the ground beneath his feet exploded, and his whole body turned into a dark red afterimage, lunging straight at the nearest Tony.
Mok followed closely behind, his petrified fists smashing like meteorites toward Captain America, who was still half-kneeling.
Namo and Sin also had their body control instantly stripped away by the divine remnants within them, rushing toward Daisy and Gwen respectively.
Seeing this, the Avengers present couldn't help but furrow their brows.
With their current state, how could they possibly resist The Worthy who had become even stronger?
Just as everyone was frowning,
Snap~
Peter snapped his fingers. The next second, nine dazzling streams of light flew out from the storage ring in his hand.
The moment these lights appeared, even the strengthened The Worthy instinctively stopped their movements.
For no other reason... they felt it, that was the pressure of divine artifacts!
At the same time, Peter's finger brushed over the Omnitrixon his wrist, and his pupils instantly turned into a deep Universe reflecting billions of stars.
Celestial Mode, activate!
The vast, creation-level energy from the Celestial Egopoured out from Peter's body without reservation.
It turned into countless visible golden threads, following the trajectory of those nine streams of light, pouring into the bodies of every companion simultaneously!
His warm and confident voice resounded throughout the entire battlefield, and also echoed in the ears of everyone around the world:
"Guys, your exclusive delivery has arrived, please sign for it as soon as possible~!"
Chapter 361: The Situation Reverses, Sounding the Horn of Counterattack
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Nine streams of light, like living spirits, landed precisely into the hands of their respective owners.
The golden bracers clicked onto Gwen's wrists, the light of the divine power crystals flickering like breath.
The sharp, cold-glinting claws landed in Felicia's hands. She put them on and let out a satisfied chuckle.
The Sun and Moon blades landed in Natasha's palms. She casually spun the blades, the edges bringing up a cold silver light that seemed to slice through the very air.
The brass knuckles fit perfectly between Daisy's fingers, and she could feel them resonating strangely with the Quake power within her.
The shield, resembling the Nioh Shield, was instinctively caught by Captain America with his other hand.
The moment the shield touched his hand, a warm and majestic power surged from the shield's surface into his arm, flowing throughout his entire body.
His dislocated left arm automatically reset within this majestic and warm power; all his fatigue, pain, and injuries vanished the moment the shield touched his palm!
Replacing them was an unprecedented sense of fulfillment and power!
"This is..." Captain America looked at the new shield in his hand, shocked.
He could clearly feel that this shield seemed to be conversing with his will; the more firm his determination to protect everything was, the more vast the power the shield fed back to him!
At the same time, the energy cannon components automatically embedded into Tony's damaged armor with a "hum."
Countless nanoparticles surged out like a tide, quickly repairing all the defects, and the luster on the armor's surface was even brighter than before!
Tony looked down at the energy readings on the HUD interface that were jumping wildly, even breaking through the upper limit, his voice trembling slightly:
"These energy readings... Peter, did you f*cking shove a miniature Sun in there?"
Hawkeye caressed the longbow in his hand as if examining a piece of art. The moment his fingers grazed the bow, he felt his body become lighter.
Following the thought the artifact conveyed to him, he instinctively plucked the bowstring, and an emerald green arrow condensed from wind elements formed instantly!
Golden steel wings unfolded behind Harry with a "clang," lifting him easily from the ground and suspending him in mid-air.
He flapped his wings in surprise and let out an excited shout:
"Woohoo~ This feeling... is much more convenient than using a glider!"
Finally, an ancient octagonal steel whip landed in Peter's own hands—it was the God-Beating Whip!
He held the steel whip, pointing it from afar at the grim-faced Cul and his subordinates, The Worthy, a satisfied smile appearing on his face:
"Weapons distributed, energy recharged."
His gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on The Worthy opposite him, whose expressions were uncertain and suspicious.
"You don't need me to teach you what to do next, right?"
Hearing this, everyone nodded instinctively.
Captain America even tapped his new shield with his original round shield, producing a series of clanging thuds, while loudly shouting that familiar slogan:
"Avengers... Assemble!"
All over the world, the weeping stopped.
The prayers stopped.
Everyone stared fixedly at the projection in the sky, their eyes bursting with a long-lost glimmer called hope.
On the battlefield, the Superheroes all moved in unison.
The divine power crystals on Gwen's bracers lit up. She raised her hands, and two golden spider webs shot through the air, heading straight for Sin.
Countless imperceptible space-locking inscriptions within the spider webs activated.
An invisible force field enveloped a fifty-meter radius around Sin.
Sin's pupils constricted.
She instinctively wanted to use her teleportation ability to distance herself and carefully examine the extraordinary nature of these spider webs.
But the result was failure.
"What?!"
Sin's expression changed.
She tried again.
But the result was still failure.
The space was locked down!
In that split second of distraction, two cold lights cut in simultaneously from the left and right sides.
Natasha had arrived.
The Sun blade in her left hand slashed horizontally; the cold air erupting from the blade was no weaker than the frost released by the hammer of skadi in Sin's hand.
The two cold currents collided, freezing the air within several meters; ice crystals condensed in mid-air into prism-like shapes.
Sin raised her hammer to block.
She blocked it.
This discovery made a smile appear on her face once again:
"Looks like the artifact you obtained is nothing more than this!"
She had just wanted to say a harsh word.
The next second, the Moon blade in Natasha's hand followed!
The Moon blade cut in from below.
The moment the realm-breaking inscription activated, the layer of divine power armor provided by the hammer of skadi on Sin was like thin paper. The blade grazed her ribs, drawing out a line of blood.
Sin gasped, unable to help looking down at the wound on her ribs—although it wasn't deep, the psychological shock brought by that defense-ignoring slash far exceeded the physical pain.
Before, even if this woman had tried her best, she was nothing but a living target!
But now, she had actually easily inflicted a heavy injury on her?
She instinctively wanted to distance herself from Natasha, but just as she made the move, she felt a sense of sluggishness acting upon her.
She belatedly looked up at Gwen, who had shot the spider webs, and saw a harmless smile appearing on the other's face:
"Where do you want to go?"
...
On the other side.
Mokk believed that this fragile ant, Captain America, even with the protection of an artifact, could not possibly be stronger than himself, who had been strengthened by his Master again.
So, he held the Hammer of the Fallen high and smashed it toward Captain America again.
At the exact same angle and with the exact same force as before.
But this time, the result was completely different.
The Nioh Shield blocked the path of the attack.
Boom!
The shockwave spread in all directions.
Mokk's body was shaken back three steps.
Three steps.
He had retreated three steps.
And Captain America... didn't budge at all!
For the first time, a look of confusion appeared on Mokk's petrified face.
He looked down at his hammer, then looked up at the shield emitting a soft light in Captain America's hand.
Captain America didn't give him time to think.
He pushed the Nioh Shield forward, forcing Mokk to retreat a step.
Immediately after, the round shield in his right hand flew out, accurately hitting Mokk in the face before bouncing back to his hand.
Previously, this attack, which felt like scratching an itch, now made Mokk's body stagger.
Just at the moment he lost his balance, a sharp sound of breaking air came from behind him.
It was Harry.
Golden wings fully unfolded behind him, and the iron feathers on the wings fell, turning into flying feathers that filled the sky, stabbing toward Mokk in an overwhelming manner.
Mokk was entirely petrified; physical attacks were almost ineffective against him. The feathers pinned onto him, leaving only shallow white marks.
He revealed a silly smile, preparing to mock Harry for overestimating himself.
The next second, he saw another figure flash in front of him—it was Felicia!
The sharp claws pierced into the gaps of Mokk's petrified skin on his chest—the first claw.
A divine power mark was branded.
Mokk felt the strange sensation from his chest and instinctively wanted to retreat.
But he couldn't retreat; Captain America slammed into him from the side, his strengthened power making it impossible for him to resist!
It was also at this moment that Felicia's second claw landed in the same spot as before.
Boom!
The divine power mark was instantly detonated.
Fragments of Mokk's petrified skin, which he was proud of and which could withstand all physical attacks, splattered everywhere, revealing the blood-red, violently writhing muscle tissue inside!
Mokk let out a painful roar, his body falling backward violently.
For the first time, the fearless monster felt what pain was!
Chapter 362: Breaking the Boundary of Life and Death, The Undying Legion of Souls
At the same time that Mokk was lying on the ground questioning life, Grethoth was also experiencing the most humiliating battle of his long life.
His Destroyer's hammer could shatter any inorganic matter.
Whether it was Vibranium or uru metal, as long as it was inorganic material, it would develop molecular fractures upon contact with his hammer.
This was the ability he was most proud of.
But at this moment, this ability of his had become a joke.
Opposite him, "Hawkeye" Clinton Francis Barton was holding the Bow of the Wind Spirit, drawing and firing arrows at him in rapid succession.
The continuous volley of arrows struck him like a meteor chasing the moon, yet he had absolutely no way to counter them.
Because those arrows—were entirely condensed from Wind Element.
His hammer could smash all inorganic matter.
But against these intangible, formless Wind Element arrows that also possessed tracking capabilities, he was completely helpless!
If they were merely simple Wind Element arrows, Grethoth might have been able to attempt to resist them with his own divine armor.
But the fatal part was... the amplification Hawkeye had received at this moment was far more than just a single artifact!
The amplification provided to him by the Celestial Seed was also not to be underestimated; the amplification caused by the superposition of these two abilities was not as simple as 1+1=2!
One arrow, two arrows, three arrows... dozens, hundreds of arrows.
Under the blessing of the Wind Spirit, Hawkeye's rate of fire was ridiculously fast.
Grethoth was shot full of holes before he could even get close to Hawkeye.
He roared in unwillingness, rushing towards Hawkeye with the thought of "at worst, a one-for-one trade," attempting to drag Hawkeye down with him.
But just as he was about to reach Hawkeye,
"Hey~ brother, have you eaten? If not, take this blast~"
A steel figure blocked his path.
It was Tony.
At this moment, his armor had been completely repaired, and the energy reactor on his chest emitted an unprecedented light—this was the effect produced by the resonance between the artifact components and Celestial Energy.
Grethoth didn't even have time to react before the energy cannon component on Tony's right shoulder lit up with a blinding white light.
The light was so blinding that Grethoth instinctively closed his eyes.
With that close, he never opened them again.
One shot.
Grethoth's body began to evaporate from his chest, spreading to his limbs.
Three seconds later, only a slowly falling Destroyer's hammer remained on the ground.
Not far away, Namo saw Grethoth's fate.
His hands were trembling.
Not because of fear, but because the two wills inside him were engaged in a fierce struggle.
Namo wanted to stop.
But Nerkkod inside him was frantically fighting for control of his body.
After holding on for two or three seconds, Nerkkod completely took over Namo's body.
He raised the hammer of nerkkod high, attempting to completely crush Daisy beneath his feet.
But facing the determined gaze Nerkkod revealed after possessing Namo, Daisy had already begun to smile.
There was no need to dodge, nor any need to struggle.
She simply raised her right fist and threw a punch, meeting the hammer of nerkkod falling towards her head.
Three Parts Returning Essence Qi.
The brass knuckles amplified her Quake ability to a level approaching the rules of reality.
This punch did not unleash a simple physical shockwave—but a rule-based force that could "shatter concepts."
Boom!
Namo's body was sent flying by the direct hit, and the hammer of nerkkod was knocked from his hand.
The Quake force acted upon him, making him almost think he was about to die right there.
But after he landed, he found his body was completely unharmed.
Corresponding to this...
Namo looked up and saw a verdant spirit slowly rising into the sky.
That remnant soul was wide open in mid-air, emitting a silent scream!
Apparently, Daisy had used the rule-shattering power of the artifact brass knuckles to act directly upon Nerkkod.
It directly shattered the rule that "The Worthy can parasitize others with their divine souls"!
Nerkkod was thus directly shaken out of Namo's body, and simultaneously felt the powerful damage the Quake force inflicted on his soul!
Nerkkod struggled desperately, attempting to burrow back into Namo's body to use it to nourish his injuries.
But Daisy did not give him that chance.
The second punch landed.
Hum!
The terrifying Quake force acted upon Nerkkod's soul, even causing space itself to reveal fine, spiderweb-like cracks, as if shattered glass.
"The Breaker of Oceans," Nerkkod, was thus annihilated, body and soul!
Namo panted heavily, his eyes regaining their original clarity.
His lips trembled, but in the end, he said nothing; he simply bowed respectfully to Daisy, then stood up and turned to face Cul.
The meaning of this action was self-evident.
Cul's fingers clicked against his scepter.
Less than three minutes had passed.
Of the four members of The Worthy under his command, some had lost, and some were dead.
Seeing this scene, cheers erupted simultaneously from all over the World.
From Tokyo to New York, from London to Sydney, people who had been shrouded in fear for over a dozen hours collectively released their long-suppressed emotions at this moment.
Cries, laughter, and shouts mingled together, the sounds of joy circling in the sky and refusing to dissipate for a long time.
Cul could not hear the cheers of the crowd, but he could feel that the channels through which he collected fear had completely closed.
That's right, completely closed!
Seven billion people worldwide, at this moment, no one felt fear because of his existence, no one continued to provide him with nourishment!
Realizing this, Cul couldn't help but laugh!
He was clearly laughing, yet the veins throbbing on his forehead indicated that his mood at this moment was anything but calm!
"Not bad."
"The Arbiter, you are indeed more interesting than I anticipated."
He looked at Peter, his tone suddenly becoming sharp:
"But do you really think that by killing these few subordinates of mine, this war can end?"
Peter did not speak, wearing an expression that said, "I'll just watch you act cool."
This blatant disregard was even more hurtful than words.
Cul, embarrassed into anger, raised his scepter high.
The gem at the top of the scepter bloomed with a blinding dark green light.
That light shot into the sky and exploded in the clouds, forming a massive magic circle.
"Their souls are all in my hands."
Cul's voice became deep and profound under the resonance of the magic circle.
"As long as I wish, they can be resurrected countless times."
The magic circle rotated.
But what poured out from the circle was not just the souls of The Worthy.
Ten, one hundred, one thousand, tens of thousands!
Thousands of phantoms poured out from the magic circle like a dam breaking.
Those phantoms wore ancient Asgardian armor, held various weapons, and ghost-fire burned in their eye sockets.
That's right, Cul had completely put away his desire to play games.
At this moment, he fully utilized his authority as the God of Fear, actually breaking the boundary between life and death.
In Thor 3, the undead resurrection ritual that even Hela, the Goddess of Death, needed Surtur's Eternal Flame to achieve, was now effortlessly executed by Cul!
Chapter 363: My Ten Thousand Soul Banner is already famished!
The Asgardian undead army that had followed Cul to conquer the Nine Realms thousands of years ago was summoned forth in this moment!
When that undead scourge, seemingly capable of devouring the very heavens and earth, truly manifested before everyone, the cheers that had just ignited across the globe came to an abrupt halt.
The smiles on the faces of billions froze, and the expressions of the Avengers became grave to the extreme.
But Peter, he laughed.
It was not mockery, nor was it a bluff; it was a genuine, heartfelt laugh that escaped his lips.
"You old geezer, being so polite, it makes one feel all warm inside~"
Cul naturally noticed the smile on Peter's face, a smile so radiant it was almost blinding.
He froze for a moment, his heart skipping a beat for no apparent reason.
An indescribable chill rose from the deepest depths of his heart, as if an invisible viper were slowly slithering up his spine.
But this absurd sense of unease lasted less than half a second before he forcibly suppressed it with the powerful pride of a God King.
"Impossible."
A mere mortal from Midgard, no matter how extraordinary, what could he possibly do against these undead cavalry?
These undead know no pain, feel no fatigue, and fear no death; as long as his divine power does not run dry, they can resurrect infinitely.
They are an eternal army, the cornerstone he personally forged thousands of years ago to conquer the Nine Realms!
If it hadn't been for Odin, that damned beast, backstabbing his own brother at the critical moment, the entire Nine Realms... no, the entire Universe would already be in his, Cul's, grasp!
Now that he had allowed this undead legion to see the light of day once more, even if Odin himself were standing before them, he would be unable to stop their charge!
What could this mortal possibly do in the face of this great army?
Showing such a smile at this moment was nothing more than feigned composure, a mere bluff.
Yes, that must be it.
Cul successfully convinced himself, and a cruel, twisted smile reappeared on his face.
He raised his scepter high, and the dark green gemstone at its tip erupted with an unprecedented, blinding light.
"Undead cavalry—charge!"
The moment the order was given, the undead army in the sky moved.
In that instant, ten thousand horses fell silent, and the heavens and earth changed color.
Tens of thousands of undead cavalry, clad in ancient armor, tightened their reins in unison. The skeletal warhorses beneath them, burning with eerie green flames, let out silent neighs as they transformed into a dark green torrent of death, diving downward.
The dense aura of death carried by the gathering of tens of thousands of undead caused the temperature within a radius of several kilometers to plummet by over a dozen degrees. Everywhere they passed, not a blade of grass remained, as if all life between heaven and earth would be swept up and devoured by them.
The projection in the sky faithfully transmitted this apocalyptic scene to every corner of the World.
The people who had just been cheering for the defeat of The Worthy were now plunged back into a deathly silence.
An army of ten thousand undead.
Such scale, such strength... relying only on The Arbiter and his team of fewer than ten heroes, how could they possibly win?
On the streets of New York, a mother holding her child tightly covered the child's eyes, yet she herself could not look away.
On the clock tower in London, citizens seeking refuge from the floods could not help but close their eyes and pray, hoping for a miracle to occur.
At this moment, the hopes of seven billion people worldwide rested on one person's shoulders!
The Arbiter, he was all of humanity's last hope.
But facing this overwhelming undead scourge, could he really... still have a way to resolve it?
On the battlefield, the Avengers also felt this suffocating pressure.
They certainly wanted to help Peter, but facing an army of this scale, even with the two boosts they had received, it was completely impossible for them to stop its charge!
"What to do? What to do?"
Everyone subconsciously looked toward Peter, expecting him to do something!
But Peter just stood there, hands in his pockets, even tilting his head leisurely.
His gaze passed over the surging, wave-like undead cavalry and landed on Cul in the distance, who thought he had the victory in the bag.
He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone on the battlefield.
"Old geezer."
This familiar address made Cul's eyebrow twitch violently.
"Have you never thought about one thing?"
Cul snorted coldly and did not reply. He disdained wasting words on a dying man who was about to be torn to shreds by his army.
But Peter did not need his response and continued on his own:
"Why did those three previous The Worthy of yours disappear without a trace?"
The moment the words fell, Cul's eyes widened, and his three capable subordinates involuntarily appeared before his eyes.
Kuurth, Nul, Skirn!
The soul connection between the three of them and himself had been severed by some kind of power.
He couldn't sense their existence at all, nor could he attempt to summon them from the Land of the Dead!
He hadn't thought about this carefully before, or rather, the successive blows from earlier had left him with no time to ponder such questions.
But now, when this question was posed to his face by Peter in such a nonchalant tone...
A strong sense of unease surged again, and that terrifying thought involuntarily appeared in Cul's mind—
Their disappearance was no coincidence!
The young man before him really possessed a means to make even divine souls vanish into ashes!
"Bingo~" A "Congratulations, you got it right" smile appeared on Peter's face, and he immediately took out the white banner from his storage ring.
With a shake of the banner surface, three figures that Culfelt incredibly familiar with appeared once again.
Kuurth, Nul, Skirn!
Their remnant souls had all been bound within that white banner.
And looking at their appearance, it was clear they were now completely at Peter's disposal!
"This gift you've given me... I will gladly accept it."
The moment the words fell, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Peter's hand expanded violently in the wind!
The banner surface, originally only two or three meters high, suddenly enlarged to the point of blotting out the sky and sun.
And in this very instant, the entire battlefield underwent a fundamental shift.
An indescribable, magnificent power poured out from the banner's surface.
That power was not fierce, not violent, and could not even be called sharp; it was simply... like an endless abyss, swallowing up all the intense death aura emitted by those tens of thousands of undead cavalry!
The undead cavalry charging in the very front row saw the dark green ghost fire burning in their eye sockets begin to flicker violently, as if they had encountered a natural predator.
Immediately after, the dark green flames representing Cul's divine power were forcibly covered and purified by a higher, purer power!
The ghost fires extinguished; the cavalry in the charge still maintained their posture of riding and holding the reins, but their forms eerily turned into ashes during this process.
Not just one, or two, but entire swaths of them dissipated!
The Asgardian heroic spirits, enslaved for thousands of years, had obtained long-awaited liberation in this moment.
The tattered armor fell off silently, turning into flying ash, and the bones disintegrated inch by inch in the soft light, vanishing into nothingness.
Streaks of souls, freed from their shackles and shining with a pale golden radiance, were drawn out from the remains.
They paused slightly in mid-air, as if bowing in salute toward Peter's direction, and then transformed into dots of light filling the sky, like weary birds returning to the forest or a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all of them completely absorbed into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!
Chapter 364: Ten Thousand Soul Banner ×, Human Emperor Banner ✓!
It was like snow meeting the scorching warm sun.
The terrifying charge formation, capable of trampling the Nine Realms, perished inch by inch in the strange, eerie wind.
There were no screams, no struggles, no resistance.
They simply dissipated quietly and peacefully.
Turning into brilliant specks of light filling the sky, they merged into the white banner that was snapping in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, over a thousand undead soldiers were swallowed by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.
"No! Stop! Stop for me!!!"
Cul finally recovered from his shock.
He roared frantically and hysterically, ordering his cavalry to stop their charge.
But... it was already too late!
The battlefield, originally filled with howling eerie winds and ghostly aura, returned to complete silence in just over ten seconds.
Calling it "dead silence" wasn't actually appropriate; it should be... "peaceful" instead!
As the undead army dissipated, even the dark clouds in the sky scattered slightly. The long-lost sunlight poured down through the gaps in the broken clouds, shining on the devastated land and coating everything in a layer of warm gold.
The biting cold and the aura of decay remaining in the air vanished completely, replaced by a holy and clean atmosphere.
It was as if those tens of thousands of undead had never existed at all.
The entire scene was deathly silent.
The Avengers all had their mouths wide open.
Gwen still had the webbing she was ready to release held in her hand, her movement frozen in mid-air.
Captain America remained frozen in place, holding up his shield.
Tony's energy cannon had just finished charging, but now he couldn't even find a target to fire at.
Everyone had been prepared for a fight with slim chances of survival.
And then, there was no "then".
Let alone them, even Cul's face was now filled with a look of incredulous bewilderment.
His facial muscles were twitching violently, the dark green runes on his forehead flickering, and his entire aura had become extremely unstable.
His Undead Cavalry, the immortal legion he had spent thousands of years of heart and blood forging, the foundation he used to contend with Odin and conquer the Nine Realms...
...was gone.
Cleanly, without even a trace left behind.
And at the exact moment Cul's spirit suffered a devastating blow, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in Peter's hand, having absorbed tens of thousands of ancient spirits from Asgard, also underwent a visible change.
The originally pure white, ghostly banner face had intricate, dense golden patterns emerge on it.
Those patterns wove and spread along the warp and weft of the silk, as if containing some kind of truth of heaven and earth, becoming denser and brighter.
In the end, the color of the entire banner turned completely from pure white to a majestic gold.
It wasn't a tacky "nouveau riche" gold, but a gentle and restrained holy luster, as if it had condensed ten thousand feet of morning light.
The original eerie and treacherous aura had disappeared, replaced by a majestic, dignified, and holy pressure that governed all spirits!
Peter subconsciously looked at the new banner in his hand and could clearly feel a vast and immense amount of information flooding into his mind.
That was the heartfelt gratitude and submission of tens of thousands of spirits after being liberated, a certification of "Kingship" supported by all spirits.
His mouth twitched involuntarily.
A rather absurd thought emerged in his mind.
So, his Ten Thousand Soul Banner had really turned into the legendary... Human Emperor Banner?
Audiences all over the World clearly saw everything that happened at the scene through the sky projection.
They were collectively stunned at first, unable to recover from the shocking scene for a long time.
Then, not knowing who started it, an irrepressible "pfft" sound came from a certain corner.
Followed by a second, then a third.
As if contagious, irrepressible laughter rang out one after another from all over the World.
Because the reversal of the situation was so clean and swift, it formed a mysterious sense of humor.
It was as if a World-destroying divine beast had just been released, and a chuunibyou youth in a hat popped out from some obscure corner, shouted "Go, Master Ball!", and then everything returned to calm.
With a scene like that, who could keep the corners of their mouth from curling up?
Even Jiahao couldn't hold it in!
Yeah, it was just... you know?
...
The joys and sorrows of people are not connected.
At this moment, Cul only felt they were noisy.
He couldn't hear the specific sounds, but he could feel the emotions of seven billion people, through his not-yet-fully-closed fear perception, striking his consciousness fiercely in a distorted, twisted, and infinitely magnified way.
There was no fear.
Not even a shred.
Instead, there was contempt, absurdity, and mockery.
The ultimate weapon he had spent so much effort and consumed a massive amount of divine power to create, which he thought was enough to sweep away everything.
Was suppressed by his opponent in the blink of an eye, so fast that... it was like a complete joke!
"Pfft!"
An irrepressible sweet, metallic taste surged from Cul's chest to his throat.
He could no longer hold it back, and a mouthful of golden divine blood sprayed out, soaking his gray beard.
Looking at the glaring bloodstains before his eyes, Cul's body began to tremble involuntarily.
It wasn't fear, nor weakness, but a madness about to destroy everything!
"Hehehehe~!"
A burst of frantic laughter that didn't sound human emanated from the depths of his throat, and during this process, dark green scales began to appear on the surface of his skin!
Fine scales spread rapidly from the sides of his neck, down along his spine, and spread crazily to his limbs.
His pupils changed shape.
The round pupils gradually contracted and stretched in extreme anger, turning into cold and cruel vertical slits like a reptile.
Snake pupils!
His height was growing crazily, and the "crack" sounds of bones breaking and reforming came densely from within his body, making one's scalp tingle.
Two meters, three meters, five meters, ten meters, a hundred meters, a thousand meters...
His limbs began to merge, and his spine extended infinitely.
The black robe, symbolizing his status as the former Lord of the Nine Realms, was torn to shreds on his rapidly expanding body, revealing the skin beneath covered in dark green scales.
No, it could no longer be called skin.
Those were snake scales!
Each one was the size of an adult's palm, refracting a cold and hard metallic luster under the sunlight.
Cul's human form had completely disappeared.
In its place was a World Serpent, over a thousand meters long and ten-plus meters wide, coiling between heaven and earth, spanning the sky!
The huge snake head was raised high, almost touching the broken clouds.
That pair of golden vertical pupils, the size of trucks, looked down from above at the people on the ground who were as small as ants,
and in the depths of the pupils surged the purest rage and will of destruction, enough to incinerate the entire Planet.
Seeing this change, the expressions of everyone present changed again, and Thor and Sif, who had walked out from the destiny, were even more livid.
This was the reason why Cul was called the "Serpent".
Compared to that divine king body in human form,
this indestructible, Planet-shaking giant snake body was more like his true form!
Chapter 365 The Formidable World Serpent
The thousand-meter-long serpent body coiled atop the shattered earth, its sky-obscuring shadow covering an area of several kilometers.
Every scale shimmered with a metallic, dark green, eerie light. The serpent's head rose high into the clouds, and the will of destruction churning within those vertical pupils made people feel breathless, even through the global projection.
"Humble Midgardians, you have successfully angered me!"
"I originally intended to play with you all a bit longer, letting most of you survive to become my sustenance."
"But since you are so ungrateful, then you have only yourselves to blame!"
Cul's voice changed; it was no longer the deep, majestic tone of a God King. When the giant serpent spoke, the sound waves themselves transformed into a tangible shockwave, blasting away all the rubble within a hundred-meter radius.
"I, Cul, the God of Fear, declare that from this day forth, Midgard shall be annihilated!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a golden figure rose into the sky:
"Don't count on it!"
"I, Thor Odinson, the future Lord of the Nine Realms, will never allow anyone to destroy the peace of the Nine Realms!"
As he spoke, Thor raised Mjolnir high, bringing it down with the force of a thunderbolt toward Cul's massive serpent head.
BOOM!!!
Lightning exploded, illuminating half the sky.
But the next second, everyone's pupils constricted.
Because Thor's all-out strike had only managed to shatter a single scale of Cul's.
Although a visible crack appeared on that scale, such a wound was merely a drop in the ocean compared to Cul's current sky-obscuring form!
"Oh? So you are my good-for-nothing nephew?"
"You are truly as worthless as your foolish father!"
Cul sneered disdainfully, then shuddered his body, not even needing to whip his tail.
With just a twitch of his muscles, the terrifying power sent Thor flying on the spot.
Thor's figure was like a meteor, smashing through the ruins of over a dozen buildings in mid-air before finally embedding himself into a rock wall, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
"Thor!"
Seeing that Thor had no strength left to fight back, Cul still did not intend to let him go.
Captain America did not hesitate to block Cul's path.
The light on the Shield of the Benevolent King flashed wildly, converting Captain America's entire will into combat power. This boosted combat power, along with Celestial Energy, was infused into Captain America's body, causing him to visibly swell, almost faintly condensing a phantom image resembling a godhood.
At the same time, Tony's energy cannon fired from the air.
Hawkeye's wind-element arrows were fired in a massive volley.
Felicia quietly flashed behind Cul and thrust out her sharp claws.
Natasha amplified the ice power within her to the extreme.
Daisy's Quake punch was unleashed without reservation.
Everyone attacked almost at the same time.
But facing everyone's all-out assault, the World Serpent remained dismissive.
The energy cannon hit the snake scales, leaving an imperceptible white mark before dissipating.
The freezing power only delayed the massive body for a split second.
Before the wind-element arrows could touch the serpent's body, they were directly annihilated by the divine power overflowing from between the scales.
Daisy's shockwaves and Felicia's claws did make the giant serpent's body tremble slightly—but that was all.
It was like trying to punch a mountain.
It wasn't a technical issue; it was a difference in scale.
Just then, the serpent's tail swept across.
Before the tail even struck, the shockwave generated by the divine power it carried formed a kinetic force more violent than a tsunami.
Gwen, Natasha, Felicia, Harry, Hawkeye... Everyone turned pale at this moment, almost seeing the phantom of the Grim Reaper on that serpent's tail.
At the critical moment, a translucent barrier appeared out of thin air in front of them—it was the energy shield Peterreleased using the Invisible Woman Susan's ability.
Despite the dual protection of the shield and Celestial Energy, the aftermath of the tail strike still knocked everyone back over a hundred meters. Densely packed cracks appeared on the shield, and everyone spat out blood in unison.
Cul did not deign to waste words with these ants.
His massive vertical pupils locked onto Peter, filled with condescension and mockery:
"The Arbiter."
Cul's serpent eyes churned with insane rage and twisted arrogance:
"Do you think that by relying on the artifact my foolish brother gave you to take away my spirit cavalry in one go, you can change anything?"
The serpent's head lowered. That massive maw, dozens of meters wide, was less than a hundred meters from Peter, and the breath it exhaled carried a corrosive green light.
"I alone am enough to dominate this World!"
"All artifacts, coordination, and tricks... in the face of absolute power, they are nothing more than the antics of clowns!"
These words made the hearts of global viewers hang in the balance once again.
The previous round of engagement had already proven that Cul's words were by no means empty—the entire Avengers, after being strengthened by The Arbiter, could not even scratch this giant serpent.
This God of Fear was simply not on the same level as those previous members of The Worthy!
And Peter, what was his reaction?
He merely tilted his head.
"Given to me by Odin?"
He repeated Cul's words, his tone carrying a hint of suppressed laughter.
"No, no, no~ that was just my own collection."
"I have quite a few more collections like this, for example..."
As he spoke, the storage ring on Peter's right hand flashed, and a beautifully crafted longsword appeared in his hand.
"Scatter, Senbonzakura."
The moment his words fell, the blade shattered.
Senbonzakura transformed into thousands of tiny fragments. Those fragments flipped and scattered in mid-air, and under the influence of Peter's Armament Haki, they turned into jet-black cherry blossom petals dancing across the sky.
Ten thousand cherry blossoms flew against the wind, sweeping toward Cul's charge.
In front of the global projection, countless people instantly jumped up in excitement.
"It's that move! That move!"
"I remember! Staten Island! He used this move to instantly kill a member of The Worthy!"
"Senbonzakura, what a beautiful name."
Viewers who had witnessed that battle with their own eyes frantically patted those around them, incoherent with excitement.
Everyone watched with anticipation as the ten thousand jet-black cherry blossoms, carrying sharp edges, fell upon the giant serpent's body like a blanket covering the sky.
Petals and snake scales collided madly, the resulting sound like pearls falling onto a jade plate. The sparks splashed by their frantic collision almost lit up the dim sky.
Ding ding ding ding ding—
The sound of metal colliding was so dense it merged into one.
But...
Cul's wild laughter erupted from the serpent's mouth:
"Is that it? Midgardian, is this your confident attack? Are you planning to tickle me to death?"
Cul's arrogant laughter echoed between heaven and earth. His serpent tail lashed out, scattering all the cherry blossoms still dancing in the air.
Seeing this, the hearts of global viewers immediately sank.
That move that once killed Kuurth in one strike, hitting Culwas actually... like a mosquito bite?
What made them feel even more anxious was—their guardian deity was silent.
Facing Cul's mockery, Peter did not speak.
The next second, a complete sword reappeared in his hand.
Following that, Peter did something no one had expected.
He flipped the blade, pointing the edge downward.
Then, he loosened his five fingers... letting the sword fall straight from in front of him.
"What is he doing?!"
"Giving up?!"
"No way..."
The hearts of billions of people around the World jumped into their throats at this moment.
Chapter 366: Bankai, Senbonzakura Kageyoshi
The audience couldn't be blamed for their tension; to them, this action looked too much like dropping his sword and surrendering.
Cul, seeing this, laughed even more unbridledly:
"What? Have you finally realized the reality of the situation?"
Peter didn't even bother to acknowledge him, merely spitting out two words in a calm, indifferent tone.
"Bankai."
There was no shouting, no roaring, not even an unnecessary release of aura.
Two words, as light as a breath.
But the moment those two words fell, Cul froze.
The giant serpent's thousands-of-meters-long body halted abruptly in mid-air.
It wasn't due to any physical obstruction.
It was instinct.
A certain sense of alarm from the depths of his soul caused Cul to experience an inexplicable shudder in that instant.
This feeling was utterly absurd.
At the same time, the sword that Peter had released from his hand was currently falling straight toward the ground.
The moment the tip of the blade touched the ground, the surface of the Earth suddenly changed.
The hard rock and soil seemed to lose their solid properties, rippling outward in circles with the tip of the blade as the center.
The ground had turned into water.
It hadn't truly turned into water; rather, a phenomenon transcending the material plane was occurring.
The sword simply followed the center of the ripples and sank silently into the Earth.
It vanished.
Cul's serpent pupils dilated sharply.
"What does this mean?"
"The weapon has disappeared, so what comes next?"
The answer came very quickly.
Ripples appeared on the ground beneath Peter's feet once more, and this time, a blade tip rose from the center of the ripples.
The silver-white blade emerged from the ground, rising silently.
One foot. Three feet. Five feet. It kept rising higher and higher, finally stopping only after it surpassed the height of Peter's head.
A massive blade stood straight behind Peter.
Before anyone could react, a second blade tip also rose from the ground.
Right next to the first one.
Then the third, the fourth, the fifth—
Faster and faster.
More and more.
Starting from behind Peter, extending toward the left and right, and toward even further distances, massive blades erupted from the ground one after another, arranged neatly and stretching endlessly.
Ten blades.
One hundred blades.
One thousand blades.
The entire arena was trembling.
Each of those blades was over ten meters high, their silver-white edges refracting blinding light under the sun.
They were arranged in rows, stretching all the way to the horizon.
Endless massive blades rose from the Earth, covering the entire battlefield and stretching beyond the horizon!
"Senbonzakura Kageyoshi."
The moment the words fell, ten thousand blades shattered simultaneously!
Every single blade disintegrated in the same instant, transforming into countless pink petals.
Unlike the wave of petals from the Shikai earlier, this time the quantity completely exceeded the scope of what human language could describe.
Not ten thousand, not a hundred million.
But tens of billions of petals blooming at once!
The entire World was dyed pink in that moment.
The global projection faithfully recorded this scene and transmitted it to every corner of the Earth.
Everyone forgot to breathe.
It wasn't fear.
It was shock.
A pure, soul-deep shock that transcended language and logic.
It was too beautiful.
Beautiful to the point of being unreal.
Cul's serpent pupils reflected that overwhelming sea of pink petals, and the rage surging within his eyes was replaced in that instant by a more primal emotion.
Astonishment.
But immediately after, that astonishment was swallowed by fury.
"Even if there are more of them..."
The giant serpent gritted his teeth, and his scales simultaneously lit up with the dark green radiance of divine power.
"They are nothing but soft, powerless petals!!!"
As he spoke, his thousands-of-meters-long snake body fully unfurled in mid-air, crashing directly into that sea of petals with an attitude of utter contempt.
He would use his own body to crush these petals, to crush the confidence of this damn mortal!
The first second the snake body touched the sea of petals.
Cul laughed.
The petals touched his scales, indeed only brushing past lightly, as soft as a spring breeze.
"Do you see! These things are fundamentally..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Cul's smile froze.
Because when the second layer of petals fell, the sensation changed.
It was no longer a spring breeze, but a blade.
Subtle, yet undeniably real sharpness.
The third second.
Ding!
A petal sliced through his scales.
The fourth second.
Ding ding ding ding ding!
Tens of billions of petals attacked simultaneously!
All the petals surged from all directions toward the giant serpent trapped in the center of the sea of flowers, each one carrying a terrifying sharpness capable of cutting through divine divinity.
Cul's scream echoed through heaven and Earth.
Countless blade marks bloomed simultaneously on his snake body; the dark green scales were sliced into fragments, and golden divine blood gushed out from countless wounds like a waterfall.
The sea of petals had turned into a meat grinder.
Cul's giant serpent form was trapped within, unable to advance or retreat.
Every struggle would touch even more petals.
Every roll would add more wounds to his own body.
He was trapped.
Completely and utterly trapped like a turtle in a jar.
Peter stood outside the sea of petals, calmly watching the figure of Cul struggling and rolling within.
"I admit I couldn't hurt you during Shikai."
His calm voice pierced through that pink hell, precisely reaching Cul's ears.
"But the difference between Bankai and Shikai is not as simple as just a change in quantity."
Cul's answer was a heaven-shaking roar.
His divine power erupted without reservation in this moment, dark green light bursting forth from between his broken scales, forcibly pushing back the surrounding petals for dozens of meters.
He had to break out!
The snake body spun violently, forming a terrifying whirlwind.
The whirlwind carried the divine power of fear that Cul had accumulated over thousands of years, pushing the petals outward layer by layer.
Ten meters.
Fifty meters.
One hundred meters!
He had forcibly torn open a gap in the sea of petals.
The giant serpent rushed out from the gap, his snake head held high, his body covered in wounds.
Those wounds were not fatal; after all, he was the God of Fear, and his body's recovery ability far exceeded what ordinary people could imagine.
But the pain and humiliation brought to him by those sky-filling petals were real.
"You despicable Midgardian!"
Cul's roar was filled with madness, the rage burning in his vertical pupils almost overflowing.
"I will kill you!!!"
The giant serpent charged toward Peter recklessly.
His speed was so fast it tore through the air, and the resulting sonic boom almost shattered everything nearby that could be shattered.
In this strike, he poured all his strength and all his rage into his snake head.
He would smash Peter into a pulp!
If this strike hit, let alone a single person, even a small asteroid would be smashed to pieces.
Peter watched the giant serpent charging toward him, and the Omnitrix on his wrist flashed once more.
"Locked—Flora Colossus!"
The moment the transformation was complete, Peterpressed his palms together.
The next second, the ground beneath his feet exploded violently.
Thick wooden roots erupted from underground like dragons emerging from the sea, growing wildly at a speed that defied the laws of physics.
"Wood Release: Shinsu Senju! Chōjō Kebutsu, arrives!"
Chapter 367: Susanoo-clad Buddha!
Facing Cul's terrifyingly powerful charge, it seemed that even the Wood Buddha's originally compassionate expression took on a hint of gravity.
As Peter's thoughts raced, the Wood Buddha's thousand hands unfurled in overlapping layers.
Thousands of wooden palms stacked together, attempting to catch Cul's full-force Impact.
Crackle!
The moment the two behemoths collided, the very heavens and earth seemed to change color.
The ground beneath them was instantly blasted into a massive crater over a hundred meters deep, and the shockwave, carrying debris, spread in all directions, reducing buildings within dozens of kilometers to dust in an instant.
The Superheroes in the distance only managed to withstand this terrifying shockwave thanks to the Celestial Energy within their bodies.
Finally, the terrifying shockwave and the dust filling the sky gradually faded.
Having regained his composure, Tony didn't hesitate for a second and immediately ordered Jarvis to activate thermal imaging mode to observe the situation on the scene.
When he saw clearly what had happened on the battlefield, even Tony, who had seen his fair share of storms, couldn't help but gasp.
On the battlefield, the Wood Buddha had ultimately managed to catch Cul's Impact.
But that was all it had done—merely caught it.
The Wood Buddha's thousand arms had long since been ground into dust during the Impact.
Its massive body, after taking the brunt of the collision head-on, showed fine, visible cracks.
"Is this all you've got?"
Cul's voice drifted from the dust, his giant vertical pupils filled with disdain.
"Either flowers or trees, nothing but pathetic parlor tricks!"
As he finished speaking, his snake tail swept in from the side.
Half of the Buddha's shoulder was instantly shattered, wood chips flying everywhere and revealing the fine wooden grain inside.
Sitting atop the Wood Buddha's head, Peter looked down at the increasingly dense cracks on its body.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
After absorbing Cul's subordinates, The Worthy, and tens of thousands of undead cavalry, his strength, boosted by the soul amplification of the Human Emperor Banner, had increased by at least half!
Under these circumstances, his full-power True Several Thousand Hands still couldn't completely block Cul's Impact, which showed just how formidable Cul's strength was.
However, that didn't mean he was helpless against this guy.
Relying solely on Wood Release was indeed not enough to stop him.
But he had never intended to use only this one move, had he?
"Pathetic parlor tricks?"
Peter chuckled and looked up.
"Then if I add Fire to this Wood Buddha, how would you respond?"
Before he finished speaking, his eyes changed abruptly.
Three black tomoe first appeared in his pupils, then spun rapidly, forming the unique pattern of the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan.
The moment the pattern emerged, cold spiritual energy was entirely converted into violent Chakra flames.
The next second, deep purple flames surged from his body.
Many viewers across the globe were no strangers to this power.
On a street in New York, a young black man looking up at the sky jumped up suddenly:
"Shit, bro! It's that! That bitch in the purple leather suit was killed by this thing, DAMN~ M3!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that fire monster! Last time, only half its body came out and it shot Skirn to death with one arrow!"
But this time, it was a completely different story!
If the Chakra released while dealing with Skirn was just a small stream, then what was pouring out of Peter now was an entire ocean!
The massive amount of deep purple Chakra flames almost dyed the entire sky a pale purple.
Facing this overwhelming Chakra, even the God of Fearwas momentarily stunned.
Peter didn't intend to give him time to recover.
He gestured sharply.
That torrential purple Chakra responded and slowly took shape behind him.
Huge purple bones emerged from the void, each rib dozens of meters long, weaving together in the air to form a terrifying skeleton outline.
Then came the muscles.
Purple Chakra filled and stacked onto the skeleton, forming thick, muscular textures.
Finally, the armor.
But this set of armor was completely different from the Tengu armor of Uchiha Sasuke in the original Hokage.
Although his Mangekyo Sharingan ocular technique was identical to Uchiha Sasuke's, that didn't mean he could only obediently manifest the original Susanoo image.
This Chakra was a product of Peter's own body, and each of the other energy systems Peter now mastered was no less powerful than Chakra.
Under these circumstances, Peter could certainly design his own Susanoo according to his own ideas.
Therefore, Peter made drastic adjustments to the original Susanoo.
The original Tengu armor was replaced by Mingguang armor with a rich oriental flair.
The round breastplate shimmered in the purple light, and the beast-head shoulder guards looked ferocious, like beasts ready to devour their prey.
The long-nosed Tengu mask that originally covered the face was replaced with a Suanni-style helmet, looking even more sacred and majestic.
Only the pair of giant wings spread on its back were retained, flapping slowly in the air, each flap enough to whip up a hurricane.
Perfect Susanoo, reporting for duty!
The moment this Perfect Susanoo appeared, Peter didn't hesitate at all and directly operated the energy giant, attaching it onto the battle-scarred Wood Buddha!
It appeared! The legendary Susanoo-clad Buddha!!!
The moment the Susanoo armor finished attaching, the dense cracks on the Buddha's body healed rapidly under the infusion of the Susanoo's energy.
At the same time, the Buddha's originally compassionate expression was quickly replaced by a fierce, wrathful gaze!
"This..."
Cul finally recovered from his stupor, his snake pupils contracting violently.
He realized the situation was dire and instinctively tried to break through Peter's amplification to attack the monster that had appeared out of thin air.
"Don't be in such a rush~ It's not over yet."
As he spoke, Peter smiled and snapped his fingers.
The next second, the Senbonzakura petals in the air that had previously been scattered by Cul suddenly took on a new movement.
Those billions of pink petals didn't disperse again, but instead rapidly condensed, compressed, and reshaped in a bizarre way—
Turning into thousands of pink long blades.
Each one was several meters long, radiating a soft yet dangerous luster throughout.
They floated densely in the mid-air between Peter and Cul, forming a tight blade formation that exuded an intense sense of oppression.
Senkei: Senbonzakura Kageyoshi.
The second form of Senbonzakura's Bankai!
Just as these thousands of long blades condensed,
The Susanoo Buddha's thousand hands opened their palms at the same time.
The next second, those thousands of pink long blades seemed to receive some kind of silent command and flew spontaneously toward those open giant palms, each hand wielding a blade.
A thousand hands, a thousand blades.
Susanoo, True Several Thousand Hands, SenbonzakuraKageyoshi.
Three abilities perfectly fused at this moment!
This scene left even the Avengers, who had seen their fair share of grand spectacles, completely stunned.
What kind of scene haven't we seen before? (Crossed out)
We really haven't seen this scene before!