From Gods to Marvel

Catholic doctrine divides human crimes into seven categories, which are often referred to as the seven deadly sins.

Reproduction is the instinct of human beings as animals, which corresponds to the animalistic side.

People sublimate this behavior to the emotional level, so it is called lust.

Philosophers stripped away the rawest and most violent parts, and they coined a word: love.

No matter what, humans will never stop pursuing their desires.

Beeches is a promiscuous woman who lives on the streets and is homeless. As long as someone is willing to provide a good meal, she doesn't mind paying anything.

Today, she comes to Florida.

It wasn't cold here, and even if she was living on the streets, it wasn't unbearable.

She stood in the darkest corner, waiting for her lustful prey to arrive.

She is a god, or rather, she was a god.

Her name was mentioned in the Old Testament of the Bible. She was a queen of the Arabian Peninsula. She fell in love with Solomon at first sight and gave birth to a son.

She is the personification of love and fertility, and of course the master of lust.

Her previous name was the Queen of Sheba, but now, she is just Beeches, just a prostitute.

She tirelessly seduces one mortal after another, and then devours them, yes, devours them... ending their lives in the place where life was born.

This is the sorrow of the Queen of Sheba, and the sorrow of the old gods - humans only need gods that are useful to them.

The Queen of Sheba's temple has been demolished, her remains only remain in the museum, and she may well be dead, truly dead.

The death of a god is not the collapse of the god's body, but the complete oblivion.

Beeches didn't want to die, so she sacrificed the men she loved again and again, the only way she could survive.

"It's disgusting."

Beeches ended her sacrifice in a motel, stroking her face, which looked several years younger, and muttering aimlessly.

She wanted to turn on the light and look in the mirror to see the effect of this sacrifice.

click.

Beeches was stunned.

"Is this... divine power?"

She looked at the desk lamp in surprise. Through the light bulb, she noticed a slight trace of divine power.

Beeches felt a turmoil in her heart. She knew that the United States no longer had the old god who controlled thunder and lightning, so this power would only belong to the new god.

Edison and Tesla invented direct current and alternating current respectively. Even though they made moves to change the world, they did not become new gods.

The direct object of benefit to humans is the controllable electricity, not the mortals who created them.

Beeches was a little shaken.

If she still insists on the dignity of the old god, she will only die in oblivion unless she continues to sacrifice - but this behavior is undoubtedly trampling on her own dignity.

"Maybe……"

Beeches looked at her slightly bloated figure in the mirror and bit her lip.

"I am the Queen of Sheba from ancient times, and I pray to you devoutly.

Dear God of Thunder and Lightning, please respond to my call. "

She looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, closed her eyes and murmured.

Iris stood on the top of the viaduct, looking towards the land, and he heard the call to prayer.

Wednesday stepped on the accelerator, and he saw something caught Iris's attention.

"Old guy, if I were the police officer, I would definitely give you a hundred tickets."

Sweeney opened the car window in shock. He looked at the spherical field on the viaduct that had not dispersed, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Damn it, he was the one who stole my gold coins! This bitch..."

"To shut up!"

Wednesday pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the car's engine roared. This was not like a classic car.

"Where do you want to go?"

Mr. World appeared in the center of the bridge.

He took off his hat and looked at the approaching car with a smile.

Wednesday had to put the brakes on. He couldn't start a war without preparation.

Iris stood on the top of the bridge, and the sounds in his ears became clearer and clearer.

"Queen of Sheba? Old God..."

He was silent for a moment, and his body instantly dispersed.

There was thunder in the sky and a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

When Wednesday opened the car door, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the sky solemnly.

"He offended my lost son!"

The old guy pointed at the dark clouds in the sky angrily. He wanted to take the lead.

Sweeney stood behind Wednesday, observing his surroundings vigilantly, not missing the slightest movement.

"Dear God King, I also feel deeply sorry for the death of Thunder God.

It’s just that I don’t understand why you would feel offended by my friend. "

Mr. World's expression was solemn, and there was just the right hint of doubt in his cold eyes.

"His attempt to steal Thor's authority is the greatest contempt for him, for me, for Asgard, and for all the old gods!"

Wednesday kept waving his arms and shouting hoarsely, and the sky grew darker.

Sweeney turned his head guiltily. He felt a little funny. He knew that the old bastard was confusing the facts, but he didn't dare to reveal any clues at this time.

"With all due respect, God-King Odin."

Mr. World smiled politely.

"Authority never belongs to only one god. You know, Thor took away part of the thunder authority when he died. This is against the rules."

Mr. World told this shocking secret calmly.

Sweeney's heart trembled. As an old god with long experience, he knew what this meant - all the gods under this authority could not reach their peak.

"I have a question."

Wednesday seemed to calm down and looked at Mr. World with a smile.

"Thor made the Thunder, or did the Thunder make Thor?

If Thor had never come to this continent, how could America's thunder authority be so powerful? "

Wednesday's eyes were slightly narrowed, the clouds in the sky were rolling wildly, and the strong wind was sweeping the waves, gradually rising, and almost even covering the bridge.

He doesn't look cynical at all at this moment, he is a real and angry God King!

Mr. World glanced at the ocean on one side of the bridge. He was afraid of the old guy in front of him, so he was silent for a while.

"We cannot go to war."

He raised his head and looked at Wednesday.

"I no longer care about your attempt to hunt down the New God, and you also need to let go of your attachment to the past.

You and I both know that the new gods and the old gods will eventually face a battle, but this battle is definitely not now. "

Mr. World put on his hat, and he looked at the leader of the old gods calmly, even though the huge tide had rolled up.

"You have to give something, you know, for peace."

Wednesday chose to compromise under the trade-off, but he has always been a character who refuses to suffer.

"I will return the gold coins of your servants to you as a contract of peace."

Mr. World snapped his fingers, and the lucky gold coins flew out of his breast pocket and rolled forward.

"I don't mind my friends lying, but I won't allow my enemies who deserve to die to live."

Mr. World sneered and looked at Sweeney.