Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

Steven didn't understand what the man said, but soon someone walked over.

It was a middle-aged man with black hair, and he came up to the man.

The man with the cane looked at him approvingly, "You are very brave. You have surrendered your soul to be judged. You want to serve our goddess before she wakes up."

As he spoke, the man with the cane placed the tip of his cane between the black-haired man's outstretched hands, and held his palms.

Hold him in your hands, devoutly...

Ahem, he began to chant the spell devoutly.

"In the name of Amit, I will use only a trace of her power to judge you..." As the man chanted, the end of the cane in the black-haired man's hand began to swing.

At the same time, Steven stretched his neck to look and noticed that the man with the cane had a black scale tattooed on his right forearm.

That scale is actually shaking!

What surprised Steven the most was that the frequency and direction of the shaking of the Libra tattoo were exactly the same as that of the cane!

Sudden! !

The tattooed scales stopped swaying, and the cane stopped shaking.

Together they maintained balance.

The man with the cane lowered his head to look at his arm, the corner of his mouth raised even higher.

The look he gave the black-haired man became somewhat "affectionate", and even his tone became excited.

"This is the face of a good person!!" After saying this, the man with the cane gave the other person a tight hug.

The black-haired man blinked in disbelief, and the next second he was crying loudly in the arms of the man with the cane.

"Thank you, thank you! Wuwuwuwu..."

The people around them looked at the two of them and applauded.

Steven, with a frown and a question mark on his face, also clapped twice symbolically.

Something is wrong, something is really wrong here. Could he have accidentally entered into some evil cult ceremony?

Steven sensed something was wrong and wanted to run away, but when he looked back, he saw a circle of big men with guns surrounding him.

So he moved to the front of the crowd again.

"Please! Hello, I have to know!!"

"Call me Arthur, come here."

Only then did Steven know the name of the man with the cane.

A white-haired old lady walked out of the crowd. She tore the reluctant black-haired man away from Haro's arms and moved herself closer to him.

"Are you willing to accept your scales regardless of the consequences?"

Harrow, the man with the cane, handed the cane to the old man and repeated the same operation with the black-haired man.

Old lady: "Yes, I do."

The tattoo and the cane swung together, but this time it was completely different from before.

When both stopped together, the tattooed scales and the cane actually remained unbalanced.

The tattooed Libra also changed from black to an unsettling blood red.

When Harrow saw the result, he moved his lips under the horrified gaze of the old aunt, "I'm sorry."

"no no!!!"

The old lady couldn't believe the result. Her voice trembled with anxiety, as if she knew something extremely terrible was going to happen to her.

"I've been following the rules all my life, could it be that I've made a mistake?!"

Haro looked at the old lady with a look of compassion on his face: "I believe you, but Libra sees everything. Maybe, maybe something is about to happen..."

His tone was very gentle, and the old lady's expression slowly calmed from anxiety and fear, as if she was comforted by Harold's words.

Her eyes gradually became blurry.

Suddenly, the old lady paused.

There was a hint of clarity in my hazy eyes.

Do not!

The old lady opened her eyes wide and tried to control her body to pull her hand back.

But a force held her tightly.

She looked up and saw the man smiling.

Harrow smiled and held tightly her hands as she tried to escape.

"I wish you would live to see the world we create, but Amit has made his decision."

!!!

When Steven heard these words that sounded like a death sentence, he didn't care about being exposed and squeezed to the front.

boom! !

The old man's falling body splashed up a cloud of dust.

Her eyes were dull and lifeless, and her body lay stiffly on the ground.

She is dead.

The person who was alive just now lost his life just like that.

Steven felt cold all over as he watched two people walk out of the crowd and carry away the old man's body.

When other people in the town saw this scene, they did not show any surprise, as if this kind of scene happened frequently.

It’s not a good place to stay for a long time! !

Steven was scared and he had to go.

Thinking of this, Steven slowly and carefully moved forward inch by inch in an attempt not to attract other people's attention. He began to regret his suicidal behavior of rushing forward to "join in the fun".

"Sorry, there was a problem with the exchange."

A bald man with a gun came up to Harrow.

"We were ambushed and someone killed five of us and let the target go."

After listening to the bald man's report, Harrow raised his head and looked at his "believers".

"He must still be here."

"Pig, Awami!"

Following Haro's order, everyone present knelt on one knee, except Steven who did not understand the order.

Standing in the first row, Steven, who was kneeling on the ground, stood out from the crowd like a louse jumping on a monk's head.

Harrow took a liking to this unique male guest at first sight.

Oops!

"You, I recognize you."

Steven looked around to make sure that Harrow was talking about him.

"Me? Me? Okay." Steven stood up.

"You're a mercenary."

Harrow's decisive words made Steven feel that either he was crazy or he was crazy.

"Mercenary, hahaha, you're wrong, I'm just a salesperson in a gift shop."

He vehemently denied, "I'm not a mercenary, really. I have an ordinary face. You must have mistaken me for someone else. I'm Steven, Steven Grant."

Harrow didn't care if the man was a mercenary or a gift salesman, he only cared about one thing: "Okay, Steven from the gift shop, can you return the scarab?"

He held out his hand to Steven.

Steven saw the tattoo on Harold's arm and a chill ran through his head.

"Scarab..." He swallowed, feeling that the word was damn familiar.

Harrow felt the change in the expression of the man in front of him. He moved closer and put his palm towards Steven: "Yes...Give me the scarab..."

Harrow's voice seemed to have some kind of magic, and Steven's mind gradually became confused.

"Scarab..." he muttered and put his right hand into his pocket.

Harrow waited, waiting for Steven to return the scarab to his hand.

then.

He saw the man take his hand out of his pocket, hold it out, and then -

—He harvested the emperor's scarab, brackets a ball of air

Hello: ...

"Where's my scarab!!!"

Haro's furious voice woke Steven from his trance. He looked at Haro's empty hands, and the gun barrel against his scalp made him utter words that made the other party want to shoot him.

"Don't shoot! Scarab! I've given the scarab away!!"

"Who did you give it to?"

"Tony Stark!! I gave it to Tony Stark as a wedding gift!!"

Harrow gnashed his teeth, the muscles on his face trembled, and his expression was as ferocious as a vicious dog crawling out of hell: "Tony Stark? Huh?"

"Iron Man? Huh?"

"Are you f*cking kidding me!??"

Haro, who thought he was being fooled, waved his hand and said, "Kill him for me!!"

Steven collapsed: What I said was the truth!!!

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"Hey man, can you explain to me what this thing is?"

"Ah, this... a gift. It's a wedding gift from a brother named Wenwen to you from Master Ben."

"Wenwen?? Wait, why is it wet and looks red, what is it?"

"Ah?! Let me see, uh, there really is something there, it should be ketchup! Oh, it's easy to know what it is, let me lick it and taste the saltiness."

"and many more!!!"