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

These Infinity Stones are really thoughtful. I gave them to him as a gift right after I got them.

Lin Ze couldn't hide his excitement, his eyes were shining. He carefully reached out his hand and gently touched the wings.

As soon as the white fingertips touched the golden wings, a wonderful feeling came, smooth and extremely soft, just like touching the finest silk.

However, Lin Ze soon realized that although these wings looked extremely real, they were merely the embodiment of energy.

His fingers could actually feel the presence of the wings, but his brain did not receive any neural feedback from the wings.

His mind changed, and the golden wings flapped, carrying him quickly into the air.

After trying for a while, Lin Ze found the trick to free flying.

"Wow, Traveler, you can fly now. Then, do you want to compete with Paimon to see who flies faster?!"

Paimon was so excited that he was spinning in circles in the air, staring at Lin Ze's shiny new wings with sparkling eyes, and challenged him to a flying competition with great anticipation.

Her voice was clear and pleasant, and seemed particularly lively on this battlefield that had just experienced a great war.

"why not."

Tony took off his mask in a cool manner. Although there were some bruises on his face, it could not hide the excitement in his eyes.

Thanos and his minions have turned to dust. Iron Man, who has always been full of childishness, now has the leisure time to play with the "children".

He raised his head slightly, the corners of his mouth turned up, and saluted the two people who were chasing each other in the sky, revealing a confident and somewhat cynical smile: "Hey! Don't leave me behind!"

"No one has ever won Iron Man in terms of flying."

The tone seemed to say that he was sure to win the game.

"But for a competition, of course the more participants the better. Even if it's the invincible Iron Man, he still needs some background boards to set off. You know, there are more than two people who can fly here."

As he spoke, Tony quickly formed his hands into a trumpet shape and shouted at the top of his voice: "Calling War Machine!!"

"receive!!"

Almost instantly, Rhodes' familiar voice came from the communication channel.

Before anyone could react, there was a loud "Duang" and the war machine dropped from the sky like a meteor and landed steadily in front of everyone.

He opened his mask, with a steady smile on his face, and nodded at Tony. The tacit eye contact seemed to tell of the deep friendship between them.

"I just heard you talking about some background?"

Tony kept smiling without changing his expression: "Ah, you heard wrong. I was talking about the flying competition."

"It's a competition, right? Don't worry, I won't let you win."

Rhodes raised his head proudly.

“Although the axe can’t be swung as fast as the hammer (Stormhammer: Swing at whom???), but! As the King of Asgard, I will not lose to any of you!!”

Thor strode out confidently with big strides, his wrist tightly gripping Stormbreaker, spinning and accelerating continuously, as if declaring his determination to the sky.

The golden hair fluttered in the wind, the red cloak fluttered against the lightning, and the whole person exuded a kind of "dominant aura" with a dense head.

Loki: Covering his face, not wanting to open his eyes.

"Guys... huh... are you sure you want to have a sports meet after the fight with Thanos and his pets?"

Steve looked at these young and old men with bruises on their faces and bodies, and limped as he kindly reminded them:

"There are still many things to be cleaned up."

"Huh? Don't come out and spoil the fun now, Captain. No one said they wanted to play with the old man."

Tony was merciless and rolled his eyes on the spot, with a look of disgust on his face.

He crossed his arms over his chest, tilted his head slightly, and said in a teasing tone: "This is an activity for young people to celebrate their victory."

"I'm sorry to tell you that 70-year-old Popsicle is not allowed to participate in this competition." Tony said as he took two steps forward and came to Steve. He pretended to be very regretful and patted him on the shoulder gently, with a hint of pride in his tone:

"You're overage."

"Really?"

Steve looked at Tony's 'successful' appearance, raised his eyebrows slowly, and slowly curved his mouth into a mysterious arc, with a sly look in his eyes: "It seems that there is no rule that this is an individual competition, right?"

Tony was stunned when he heard this, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes: "What?"

Before he could react, Steve spoke loudly:

"Falcon-! I need you!!"

"On your left, Captain."

Sam had already rushed towards where the few people were. When he heard Steve's call, he immediately responded loudly.

He landed between the two of them. After understanding the whole story, he immediately patted his chest and said to Steve: The two big guys on my back are made by Wakanda's top craftsman, Master Su, with vibranium wings! Wow! They are so useful! It's so exciting to fly. If you have the ability, don't let the others leave the ground. I will definitely win you the first place.

Keep your feet on the ground?

Steve's mouth twitched, revealing a somewhat helpless expression:

“That’s true…”

Sam with a bright smile: At worst, there's still little Paimon at the bottom. In a competition, the most important thing is to participate, the most important thing is to participate.

Natasha smiled and shook her head: "Oh, Boys"

"It's settled! Whoever reaches the finish line first wins."

Paimon was so excited that he kept stamping his feet, his little face flushed with excitement.

She looked around impatiently, muttering to herself, "I need to find a place farther away..."

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she pointed excitedly at a small hill in the distance and shouted:

"Enmm...ah! That's where the destination should be, traveler. It's where we first 'appeared'."

The location chosen by Paimon was exactly where they had hidden to 'watch the show' before.

Lin Ze squinted his eyes and took a look before agreeing. The next second, he heard Paimeng's exclamation.

"Wait, there!!! Traveler...Traveler..."

The thick clouds of Titan seemed to be pushed aside by invisible hands, and the revealed sunlight shone on the 'end point of the game' they had just chosen. On the originally empty hillside, a familiar stone door stood abruptly.

Lin Ze's joy was like being poured with a basin of ice-cold water, and was instantly extinguished without a trace.

So fast.!

why?

Don’t they even have time to say goodbye?

You have to give the donkey some buffer so that he can be mentally prepared before you kill him. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Lin Ze would have almost cried when he saw the "home gate".

Looking at the happy smiles on everyone's faces and his companions' expectant eyes, he really didn't want to leave with Paimeng without saying a word.

Because Lin Ze knew that after completing the ultimate mission, under normal circumstances, he would not have the authority or reason to apply to the Bureau of Crossing Management to come back for a visit.

Thinking of this, Lin Ze took out the 'GM props', bah, and took out his work phone.

Under everyone's puzzled gaze, he pressed the dial button:

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call first."

【Staff dormitory of the Bureau of Transmission and Control】

(Is it you? On the way home, the moonlight shines on the flower stamens~?, is it you? Playing the ancient chords, driving away the nightmare and accompanying me to sleep~?.......)

After working overtime until late at night to catch up on some sleep, Minister Wu, the unjustified ox-horse who has not appeared in this article for a long time, frowned, closed his eyes, and reluctantly stretched out his arms from the warm quilt.

After a minute of fruitless exploration on the bedside table, he finally found Singer's cell phone on the carpet. He opened his eyes with difficulty, wiped away the troublesome eye boogers, and saw the caller ID clearly.

"Hey?"

“…”

"Hello? Hello? Minister Wu? It's me, Xiaolin."

“…”

"Hello? Eh? Is the signal bad? Tsk, a cell phone that charges by the second can't work?"

"You, Timmy, know that this is charged by the second! What, are you able to break the space-time gate again?"