Once again, Lord Marvell awoke from his eternal dream and sat up in the darkness deep within his temple.
Noisy and irregular gongs and drums were heard in the ears, and some deformed pieces of meat were playing flutes rolled out of meat tubes. They ran happily past the lord's bedside.
The weight of the physical body made it impossible for Marvel to adapt to it in a short period of time. He could only sit quietly, waiting for his soul to integrate with his body again, and for the flesh and blood in the bathtub-like bed to integrate into his body and provide strength.
After a while, he stood up, put on the uniform hanging on the bedside, and once again transformed into Captain Marvel.
He took the cup to the nearby sink, scooped up a large cup of blood and meat paste, swallowed it into his mouth, and then let out a cry of comfort.
His braying sounded like a donkey or a horse, but not human.
Opening his eyes that glowed red, looking at the bedroom decorated with tentacles and various sarcomas, he called:
"Strange?"
Doctor Strange is not particularly crazy. He still retains some sanity and has always been used as a butler.
However, there was no response. Apart from the crazy and irregular noises still echoing deep in the building, no one answered him.
The lord was a little confused, but then he laughed. He walked to a mirror, looked at the 'dead' corpse placed in the mirror space, and drank another large glass of flesh and blood with satisfaction.
There are several such mirrors in the bedroom, each one sealing a death. When Marvell looks in the mirror, he can see his own shadow completely covering death, which always makes him feel extremely happy.
Immediately, he heard the sound coming from the wind, received the prompt from the Polygonal One, and was stunned for a moment.
"Oh? All the vendettas have returned to the gods? And now there are still people who have set up an ambush waiting for me to pass by? Is this the reason for waking me up?"
Yes, the Many-Horned One has seen through it all and granted this knowledge to his Chosen One.
"I understand, my God! I will go over right away and let them all share your love and the glory of the past. Their deaths will also be destroyed by me!"
Lord Marvel's thinking is completely different from that of normal people.
If you are a normal person, if you know that there are a bunch of enemies planning to ambush you, you will probably take a detour or avoid them.
But when the lord heard that someone wanted to fight him, he was immediately happy, because the creature who wanted to fight him was a "human".
People are good. We all have the same flesh and blood and the same emotions, so we can have the same love.
No one wants to die. This is determined by human nature. As long as these people understand that a "world without death" is good for everyone, then new people will join the big family.
Since they can kill all the vendettas, it means that they are stronger than the vendettas. If the old ones don't go away and the new ones don't come back, it's also a good thing.
Lord Marvel can't wait to spread the Polygon love!
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Hello, is Lord Marvel at home? Your express delivery is here. I sent it to the Dreamland dimension before, but we happened to get sidetracked, so I'm going to catch up."
While he was talking, the bedroom door was pushed open, and a red and black head stuck out.
"Express delivery?" Marvel recognized that it was Deadpool, but he didn't know why this guy was here.
Shouldn't he have retired after transforming himself into a machine?
Marvel wanted to seek answers from his god, but the polygon in the void was silent.
The knowledge God gives to people must be accepted, but when you need other knowledge, God may not necessarily respond.
"That's right, hehe." When Deadpool saw someone in the bedroom, he slipped in with a sideways step and picked up the dirty small suitcase: "This is it, it's a birthday gift. Wait for me.
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As he spoke, Deadpool took out a huge white candle from his trouser pocket, spit thick phlegm into the bottom of the candle, stuck it on the box with a bang, and then lit it on fire.
In the bright firelight, Deadpool's face looked like dried cow dung mixed with pig dung. He also showed a standard smile showing eight teeth and sang a ditty from between his teeth:
"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Blow out the candles. Don't be stunned. My hands will get sore if I keep holding this."
Deadpool urged, and according to Luther's plan, he would first give these two heads as tokens of surrender, and then chop off his little brother when Lord Marvel relaxed his vigilance and turned his back!
"call!"
Inexplicably, Marvel did as he was told and blew out the candle in one breath. He was very confident in himself, so he decided to see what tricks this Deadpool was planning to play.
What evil intentions can mercenaries have? Usually when a mercenary shows up at someone's home, they will definitely send them on their way.
But Deadpool is no ordinary mercenary
After the other party blew out the candles, he slowly opened the lid of the box: "Ta-ta! This is a gift from a kind person. Do you like it?"
Looking at the heads of Vision and Ultron in the suitcase, Marvel smiled. He picked up their heads and weighed them in his hands, but the machine that had lost its energy would not give any response.
"Hehehehe, hahahahaha, miserable inorganic body, a mere robot still wants to fight against me. Yes, how can they understand the greatness of God's love without the care of God?! They deserve it! I want to treat these two heads as
Decorate them, turn them into material for my throne."
The lord hugged his two heads to his chest, looked up to the sky and laughed, as if he had a 36H super cup in an instant.
"Another one who likes to build the Skull Throne." Deadpool turned to look at the deserted place and whispered: "But I have said so many things before, and now I am a little thirsty. I don't know how to complain."
Thinking it was Deadpool talking to him, Marvel very generously stretched out a tentacle from behind, rolled up his golden cup and took out a cup of blood and flesh mixture, handed it to Deadpool and said:
"Drink, flesh and blood connect us. My brother, you have brought a gift that I like. The polygons will remember your friendship and glory."
"I won't drink any more drinks, but can I get a discount on those things you mentioned?" Deadpool pinched his nostrils and walked around Nurgle's pool. He kept feeling uncomfortable breathing, but
Still saying: "I don't want cash, it's best to have gold and jewelry. If that doesn't work, real estate will do."
Deadpool really wants a house now, no matter where it is.
Lord Marvel wanted to answer something, but suddenly a shrill alarm sounded in the room, and the monitor on the side immediately lit up, showing the distant observation scene of the Star Eater engine explosion.
This channel leading to the parallel world was destroyed, and the lord finally remembered the reason why he was awakened. He took off directly with two severed heads:
"Come with me, I'm going to meet some new lovers."