From Gods to Marvel

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and Iris appeared on the rooftop of the motel.

He did not have the fluctuations of the hidden law, and he believed that Beeches could feel his arrival.

The night was as dark as ink, with some lights illuminating the rooftop.

Iris stared quietly at the stairs leading to the rooftop. A woman in a red bathrobe slowly walked up.

"Good evening, Mr. New God."

Beeches smiled uncomfortably. She had exposed the most desolate side of the old god. At this moment, she was almost naked.

"I can help you become a new god, but you have to pay me."

Iris upholds the principle of fair trade and will not help a strange god without any reason.

"That makes sense...what do you need?"

Beeches agreed without hesitation. She looked at the tall and handsome figure in front of her with a smile and twisted her waist subconsciously.

"You may have misunderstood something..."

Iris looked at the dark and sexy body expressionlessly, without any fluctuation in his heart.

He doesn't like this kind of woman, and that's not negotiable.

"You know, there is only one leader of the New Gods, and that is Mr. World.

I will bring you to him, provided that you watch the other gods in this camp for me. "

Iris smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

"Pleasant to work with."

Beeches showed what she thought was the most beautiful smile, but the new god in front of her was unmoved at all.

"You'd better not think about betraying the New Gods. Mr. World is more powerful than anyone can imagine.

If you try to guess him with your poor brain, congratulations, you will quickly disappear from this continent. "

Iris warned her with a serious expression that she should not be so gentle towards a rebellious old god, otherwise she would betray him again.

"Your serious look is so cute."

Beeches smiled and stepped forward. She raised her hand and gently brushed Iris' face.

"You don't seem to understand what I said."

Iris grabbed her neck, and a cluster of golden arcs bloomed from his palm.

"I...understand...let...me go."

Biqisi's dark face turned purple. She could feel the violent aura hidden in the arc, and she finally understood that this was no joke.

"I hope so. You have to know that I am far more merciful than Mr. World."

Iris slowly put her down, he let go and smiled gently.

Beeches fell to her knees, covering her neck and coughing continuously. She had begun to be afraid of the Mr. World whom she had not yet met.

“Now that the deal has been reached, I’ll take the first step.

Don’t worry, someone will come looking for you..."

Iris looked down at her, and his figure slowly disappeared.

Beeches raised her head. She looked at the surging clouds and was silent for a long time.

This is the sorrow of the old gods. When the gods revered by thousands of people in the past became existences that no one cares about, they had to sacrifice something in order to exchange for the chance of survival.

Wednesday knows this.

Because of this, he would deliberately provoke a war between the new gods and the old gods.

From the day the Vikings invaded America, Wednesday came to this continent and could never go back.

War will make him extra powerful, but such times are rare. The War of Independence counts as one, the Mexican-American War counts as one, and the Civil War counts as one.

Apart from this, there is no longer a war in the United States, and Wednesday's powers are weakened because of this, and he hates peace.

"Look, our plans have to be moved forward."

Wednesday sat in the driver's seat and said to the leprechaun next to him.

"Shadow won't come out for more than half a year. Are you sure you want to take action now?"

Sweeney gnawed on the fried chicken and threw a chicken bone out of the window.

"The New God has already started to take action. You know very well that the new guy is not a good person.

We must grow our strength before they do, and Shadow plays an essential role. "

Wednesday grabbed the steering wheel with his left hand and grabbed a chicken leg from a KFC paper bag with his right hand.

"Poor Laura!"

Sweeney chewed on a piece of popcorn and smiled playfully.

"Speaking of which, are you really sure you can defeat him?"

Sweeney observed Wednesday's expression calmly. He knew that this old bastard was afraid of Iris.

"That's a stupid question, madman."

Wednesday grinned and reached into the KFC bag again.

"What do you think I am? The God of Fried Chicken? I will kill him with endless storms and the cruelest war."

Wednesday raised his eyebrows and looked at the sky. Two crows flew back.

"We need to join the fire elves first. I have a feeling that a war is coming."

He looked at the fork in the road ahead, turned the steering wheel, and headed in another direction.

Sweeney stared deeply out the window at the two crows perched on the tree, cawing.

"I've always been curious about how many sources of intelligence you have."

Sweeney turned his head, looked at the road ahead and murmured.

"You wouldn't want to know."

Wednesday smiled and shook his head. His eyes were deep. This was a secret that could not be told.

……

Another batch of arms was shipped out of the Vulcan Factory, which meant that the power of the God of Weapons would once again grow.

Iris looked at the increasingly larger parade, sighed, shook his head, and then headed inside the factory.

There are not many workers in the factory. This is a semi-automatic assembly line. Only someone needs to operate the machine to continuously produce bullets.

Iris fixed his sights on the high platform. As expected, Vulkan was still swinging his hammer there, as if he was tireless.

"Let me see who's coming?"

Vulkan put the hammer on his shoulder and looked at the ground with a smile.

Iris waved to him and walked towards the steel stairs.

Neither the new gods nor the old gods will reveal their divine power to the world unscrupulously.

This was one of the reasons for the decline of the old gods.

Iris climbed the stairs step by step and finally came to the platform.

He stared at the back of Vulgand. This short old man was concentrating on his work.

"Only the last step."

Vulkan held up the red sword embryo with both hands and slowly put it into the water.

sigh~~

High temperatures cause water vapor to evaporate.

Iris' eyes were locked on the water.

Vulkan picked it up, and he carefully observed the long sword—the sword as smooth as a mirror, the sharp and unstoppable blade, and the ancient and mysterious hilt.

This is a rare divine weapon that possesses the power to kill gods.

"Fortunately, this is the most powerful weapon I have ever built."

Vulkan held the hilt of the sword in his right hand and the sword body in his left hand, and handed it to Iris.