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Chapter 1,350 Candidates

 Originally thought that Thanos was dead, Nebula felt that there was no chance of revenge in her life. Apart from giving up on herself, she could still have some fun while clapping with the bald brother. She never expected that a gray-bearded Thanos would come.

In front of herself, she was stunned for a few seconds.

"I'm going to kill you!" Nebula pushed the bald brother away, forcing their bodies to 'separate', and then jumped up to pick up the laser sword beside the bed and slashed at Thanos like a whirlwind.

Ten seconds later, Thanos knocked out Nebula and forced back the bald brother who came up to help.

This hairy son-in-law is indeed weak, but he is not useless. This is Thanos’ first impression of the bald brother.

"Jasper, here's the thing..." Now that everyone is familiar with each other, Stark has reached the point of calling the bald brother by his first name, and no longer calls him Mr. Sitwell politely.<

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The bald brother would rather he be polite to me, your sister! You don’t treat me as an outsider, so why do you call me for such a dangerous mission?!

Do you think I look like a fool?

The bald man's face looked very ugly. Of course, anyone who was surrounded by a bunch of people while applauding happily would not look any better. Stark felt that he could understand it and put himself in his shoes.

If he puts it on his own head, he is not far away from killing. We are all men. He understands it very well...

"Me!..." The bald guy wanted to say I won't go. He is now the president of the United States and has the right to refuse.

But a huge voice suddenly appeared in his mind: "You go."

The voice is short and powerful, and there is no doubt that it sounds a bit like Director Dai?... But the tone is undoubtedly 100 million times more majestic than usual.

In the face of this tone, he would not even have the thought of refusing. This is not an order, not a negotiation, and there is no room for bargaining.

The words of the Life Tribunal are the ultimate principles in the universe. He said that when the sun rises from the west, the stars must change their orbits honestly.

His words are equivalent to the laws of operation of the universe. They are a kind of truth for intelligent life. Ordinary people cannot resist at all. Those who are strong can resist a little or two. But as weak as the bald brother, he can't even think of resisting.

Birth.

There is no threat, no deal, just like a person will surely die at the end of his lifespan. As long as the bald brother is still in this universe, he must abide by the will of the Life Court.

In the face of this will, his character, thoughts and methods of doing things must serve this will.

Before Stark could finish his words, he saw the bald brother nodding with an upright face: "No problem, I'll go with you!"

Is he so brave? It's a bit false to say that he admires him very much. Stark is too proud and it's hard for him to completely admire someone. But at this time, the bald brother's decisiveness still makes him a little impressed. He can be the president.

Look! It’s really not covered!

Big Rachel quits the team, and the bald guy joins the team. There are five people in the team, and the team of pure men is re-formed.

Doctor Strange continues to cast a spell, transporting the five people to a space independent of the multiverse, where is the Quarry of God guarded by the Witch of Destiny.

The spell chanted for a full thirty minutes, and Doctor Strange was sweating a little as he ran around New York ten times a day.

Fortunately, he has indeed been reborn, with a clear mind, a strong body, and abundant magic power. He can do all the work of positioning, calculations, and fixed passages by himself.

"Let's go!" As Dr. Strange shouted, several people disappeared into the New York Temple again, heading to the Quarry of God through the long transmission channel.

The Quarry of God is independent of many parallel spaces, superfluid spaces, and neutral spaces. It is not created by someone or built by someone, but an independent space formed by the passage of time and the accumulation of many fateful mistakes. It is a bit

The meaning of multiverse garbage dump.

DC's Destiny Big Brother is an all-powerful cosmic powerhouse. He can control the fate of the entire world with just one book, and no one dares to assassinate him.

The fate of the Marvel world does not have such a big boss pressing down on it, so that a salty fish like Daisy can change his fate line and make it favorable to him.

The gods who are now in charge of Marvel's destiny are the Three Witches of Destiny. They need to join forces and guard the God's Quarry forever, so that they can leverage a little bit of the rules of destiny.

This is just like the Fourth Hokage can use Flying Thunder God, and Shiranui Genma needs three people to work together to activate some of the functions of Flying Thunder God. The rules are similar, and the level of the world is also similar. The fate of Marvel is so sparse and has nothing to do with the world.

, has nothing to do with the rules, it’s entirely the user’s problem!

From Daisy's point of view, the three witches of destiny are like Kronos, the god of time, and like the nightmares in charge of the dream dimension. They have a lot of authority but are weak in power. They only have a few big words written on their faces.

, calling on everyone to bully them.

The three witches of destiny, Cronus and Nightmare also know this situation. Being bullied by the gods is an inevitable result. The gods do not allow them to become stronger, and suppress them from time to time. It's a damn thing that they can be strong.

Their response is to hide in their own fields and act like cowards. You'd better not come, and we won't go out either.

Occupying a favorable location, they are still very powerful.

At this time, the three witches of destiny were floating above the quarry, and the three withered and thin figures looked at the five pure men who suddenly appeared.

The five members of the group all have outstanding courage. Even the bald brother, who wears a mask when meeting people every day, can still pretend to be brave.

With curiosity, Stark glanced at the huge pit in the middle of the quarry.

There are countless humanoid stone statues in the pit, either standing or lying on the ground. They have different expressions and different movements. The only thing in common is that they have all turned into stone.

"If you don't have firm belief and forcefully change your destiny, this will be your fate." Thanos said coldly, his words full of contempt for these guys who were knocked down by fate.

The three witches of destiny were floating in the air, paying no attention to the five of them.

They didn't mean to say hello and started making plans on their own.

"Bring the fusion of the Lord of Order and the Lord of Chaos here, separate them again by the power of fate, and correct their minds at the same time. This requires three of us to enter the quarry respectively representing Order, Chaos and the In-Between.

."

Thanos pointed at Stark and the bald brother, meaning that the three of us need to go into that giant pit.

Entering the giant pit? The bald brother looked at the stone statues whose expressions were still filled with fear.

Can I not go down? He wanted to shout, but the idea had just been born. Just like Shi Lezhi, he automatically blocked the idea. Fear? It doesn’t exist!
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