Just when everyone was feeling incomparably guilty because of the appearance of the Spider-Army, the ground of Hell's Kitchen suddenly began to vibrate violently!
Rumble!
Amidst this intense shaking, the manhole covers of Hell's Kitchen were inexplicably flipped into the air by a mysterious force.
Rolling yellow sand spewed out immediately afterward, forming a sky-covering sandstorm of terrifying proportions. Within this surging dust storm, a giant entity composed entirely of sand and soil slowly took shape.
It was none other than "Sandman" William Baker!
At the same time, an ear-piercing, sharp whistling sound drifted from high in the sky. A figure stepping on a green flying glider descended from the sky like a phantom, none other than the old friend of the Midtown High School students—the Green Goblin!
"Roar!"
On a skyscraper in the distance, the massive figure of Curt Connors, the Lizard, let out a furious roar.
Alongside the burly man Aleksei beside him, who wore a thick radiation suit like a rhinoceros, he leapt down from a height of a hundred meters, smashing heavily onto the ground and kicking up a ring of dust.
Shocker, Prowler, Doctor Octopus...
One after another, supervillains who had once stirred up no small amount of trouble on the streets of New York surrounded the area from all directions at this moment, as if they had made an appointment.
Seeing these supervillains make their entrance, the viewers in other states before their televisions were still somewhat bewildered. But the hearts of the local New York viewers, which had just settled down, were suspended in their throats once again.
They had no idea that the villains before their eyes had long since been covertly incorporated by Peter into the ranks of the Shadow Fist. They merely thought these villains had coincidentally chosen to stage a comeback at this exact time after being beaten back by Peter before.
It's over! All villains! And these villains didn't appear earlier or later, but chose to appear at this exact moment! Could it be that they want to play the role of the fisherman securing the spoils while the heroes and these vampire monsters wage a massive war? If that's the case, New York is completely finished!
Right when countless viewers were breaking into a cold sweat for the Arbiter and the others, the Green Goblin, who was leading the villains, made a move that caused everyone's eyeballs to nearly pop out.
He slowly lowered his flying glider, bowing slightly toward the direction where the Arbiter was located.
"Mr. Arbiter."
Harry's voice spread clearly through the entire square via the loudspeaker on his suit.
"I admit that in the past, we very much hoped you would drop dead early. But now, after I have looked at everything you have done for this country and for this city, I have to say, you successfully moved us!"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding "companions" who were likewise once criminals, his voice carrying a few hints of mockery:
"Compared to those pieces of trash in Times Square, we are much more useful than them, wouldn't you say?"
Peter, clad in his Vibranium-style Arbiter suit, locked eyes with the Green Goblin before him—that is, Harry—across his mask. Beneath the seemingly serious masks, the expressions of both men were very hard to hold back.
Harry, this kid, truly knows how to add extra drama for himself!
Peter frantically complained in his heart, while the corner of his eye involuntarily glanced at several drone cameras in the air responsible for the broadcast.
But it had to be said that his words were spoken beautifully. Presumably, countless viewers before their televisions at this moment must have already begun frantically castigating their past selves in their hearts, right?
Peter's guess was not wrong at all. The moment Harry's words fell, the entire nation fell into a near-dead silence.
If the gathering of the heroes earlier made the populace feel guilty, then at this moment, this statement spoken by this group of "scum" and "criminals" in their eyes was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely branding itself into the deep recesses of every single person's soul.
Even... even these villains who committed all kinds of evil knew to stand up at this time to protect their home... Even they knew who the true hero was...
And what about us? What were we guys, who prided ourselves on being "good citizens," doing before this? We were marching, protesting, insulting, and forcing the true hero to take off his mask, just to pay a little less tax, just to satisfy our pathetic desire to pry into his life.
It was still that same phrase... Damn it, I truly deserve to die!
On the other side, witnessing this unprecedented grand gathering of superheroes and supervillains joining forces, even the members of the Inheritor family couldn't help but fall into a momentary daze.
They had traveled through countless universes and destroyed countless universes, but they had never seen any universe organize resistance of this scale.
"To actually manage to make all the superheroes and all the supervillains unite into a single front to deal with us? I have to say, the power you possess, Other, is indeed formidable."
Morlun looked at Peter opposite him, admiration showing in his eyes without a single shred of concealment. But the next second, this admiration turned into full contempt.
"But it's nothing more than just this."
"Perhaps even heaven has already covertly decided to let us become the victors of this battle; your universe actually doesn't have even a single superhero capable of truly making us feel fear."
When speaking these words, several distinctly styled figures couldn't help but surface before Morlun's eyes. Some held silver war hammers, some wore strange red-and-blue skin-tight suits, and some were entirely silver as if composed completely of quicksilver...
Morlun had witnessed those powers in other universes before; the power of those individuals was indeed terrifying, to the point where even they, the Inheritors, found it difficult to cope. Even they had to choose to avoid their sharp edges, letting go of the Spider-Totems of those universes.
But unfortunately... those figures that made him feel incomparably wary were entirely missing from this universe.
Beside him, Daemos, who was the second son of the family, clamored with a face full of contempt:
"Other, oh Other, you wouldn't think that you can deal with us relying merely on these pieces of trash, would you?"
His finger swept across the superheroes he recognized one by one, his mouth speaking contemptuously:
"Iron Man Tony Stark, you of Designation Earth-3490, had your neck snapped by me."
"Captain America Steve Rogers, you of Designation Earth-8801, were bludgeoned to death alive by me using your shield."
"As for Spider-Man... heh, you guys are my most beloved snacks."
His tone was filled with a high and mighty arrogance, as if this "grand gathering of heroes and villains" was nothing but a ridiculous farce.
But the moment his words fell, Peter, opposite him, spoke. A soft chuckle came from beneath that black-and-gold skull mask. The laughter wasn't loud, but it inexplicably made the Inheritors feel a trace of pressure:
"Are you finished speaking?"
"If you're finished speaking, then it's my turn."
While speaking, Peter raised his right arm high, his resolute voice transmitting through the armor, echoing in the ears of every single person at the scene, and also echoing in the ears of all the viewers across the entire United States:
"Avengers—"
He paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Tony, Cap, Gwen, Harry, and all the heroes present on the scene who appeared because of his call. This was the grand drama he used to thoroughly take charge of America, and it was also the final curtain call he had prepared for the Inheritors:
"Assemble!"
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