High above in the sky, Peter's silhouette began to fluctuate and distort, finally splitting into two completely independent entities. Each took a step forward, one to the left and one to the right.
On the left stood "Good Peter," enveloped in blazing white-gold flames, his expression holy, compassionate, and full of love.
On the right stood "Evil Peter," his entire body roiling with violent, crimson flames, wearing a wild, unbridled, and arrogant smirk.
Perhaps it was because Peter possessed absolute mastery over the Tiger Talisman, but he noticed that his splitting was slightly different from the character behavior seen in the original lore.
In the original lore, once split into good and evil sides by the Tiger Talisman, two entirely distinct personalities would be generated. Because their temperaments clashed, it was incredibly difficult for them to cooperate fully, and they would even resist merging back into one.
But Peter didn't need to worry about such an issue. At this moment, rather than saying he had split into two, it was more accurate to say he had split into three. Aside from these pure good and evil sides, he still retained a spiritual form representing his "True Self"!
This True Self possessed absolute control over both clones. When he handed down an order, even though the two clones had entirely different operational styles, they would strictly act in accordance with the will of the True Self.
The same applied to merging. No matter how much the good and evil sides resisted the merger, as long as the True Self handed down the command to unite, the two would instantly fuse into one.
Just as the Frost Giants were about to strike the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, both Peters took action simultaneously.
Good Peter used Moonwalk, flashing directly to the front of Natasha and the others in an instant. The exact split second he touched the ground, he pressed both hands flat against the earth.
In the next split second, a translucent white-gold protective shield composed entirely of flames and divine power rose abruptly from the ground, enveloping everyone present inside.
"Rest assured. As long as I am here, no one will suffer!" Good Peter turned his head, flashing a heartwarming smile at Natasha and the others. That smile was as gentle and flawless as jade, even carrying a trace of an inexplicable divinity.
Bang~!
A Frost Giant utilized his frost power to condense both of his fists into the shape of meteor hammers, smashing them heavily against the shield and sending violent ripples across its surface.
Just as Sif was about to draw her sword, her shoulder was gently held down by the smiling Good Peter.
"Rest assured, it is very sturdy. It won't be shattered by those barbarians." As he spoke, Good Peter tapped his finger against Sif's shoulder. The power of the Horse Talisman surged into her body along his fingertip, causing the injury on her shoulder to heal in an instant.
Next were Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg, who had just woken up. In a mere few seconds, the Warriors Four were completely restored to full health.
This scene left Thor looking entirely dumbfounded:
"Why are you wasting your strength on defense and healing? You clearly only need to increase your energy output to make those pieces of trash suffer!"
"That is not the work I am responsible for." Good Peter maintained his smiling appearance, speaking with the leisurely composure of an aristocratic gentleman: "Besides, they are merely a crowd of pitiful people acting under orders. Why make things difficult for them?"
The exact split second his words fell, a succession of wild, arrogant laughter echoed from the sky:
"Jie-jie-jie! What a bunch of ugly freaks who don't know the deadliness of courted danger. Since you've chosen to seek death, Grandpa will fulfill your wish!"
The one speaking was precisely Evil Peter. He was currently hovering right over the area where the Frost Giants were most densely packed.
His right hand was raised high, and within his palm, crimson lava chakra was frantically spinning and compressing. The fiery light shaped itself rapidly amid the high-speed rotation, and before long, it condensed into an oversized flame shuriken.
Sage Art: Lava Release: Rasenshuriken!
"Cry, scream, and then... die!"
Buzz—
The crimson shuriken whistled as it plummeted at a violent speed. The moment it hit the ground, a horrific storm of intense heat expanded rapidly.
More than a dozen Frost Giants in the absolute front row didn't even have time to let out a scream before their massive bodies vaporized into clouds of blue smoke the moment they came into contact with the heatwave.
Immediately following, the storm began to diffuse. Chakra needles, microscopic to the nano-level, began to rampage across the battlefield on a massive scale.
One Frost Giant managed to escape the explosion's radius with great difficulty. Just as he was marveling at how uneasy this narrow escape from death had been, he suddenly felt a burning heat transmit from his palm.
He stared blankly at his hand. His originally blue veins were now visibly turning red to the naked eye, looking exactly as if the blood inside his body was being heated to an exceptionally high temperature.
"He—"
He only had time to emit a single syllable.
Bang!
In the next split second, his body abruptly exploded. The scalding blood fell onto the bodies of his surrounding compatriots, actually sizzling like lava and causing a torrent of tragic screams to erupt all around. As for that unlucky Frost Giant, only a charred skeleton remained at this moment.
The battlefield instantly transformed into a slaughterhouse.
Taking advantage of the Frost Giants throwing their own ranks into chaos, Evil Peter descended silently, the Vibro-blade in his hand drawing arcs of crimson blade-light.
He clearly possessed the ability to easily sever, slice open, and chop these Frost Giants to pieces, yet every time, he merely stopped at a superficial touch.
The blade sliced through muscles and tendons without harming their vital organs in the slightest.
This wasn't mercy; it was only by doing this that this crowd of ugly freaks would be completely rendered powerless, forced to watch with their own eyes as the fire clinging to their bodies consumed their trunks clean bit by bit.
During this process, the tragic screams emitting from their throats were Evil Peter's absolute favorite masterpieces of music.
Inside the shield.
Good Peter, having finished his healing work, pulled out a set of exquisite tea utensils from nowhere. Elegantly brewing cups of tea, he handed them to Phil and the others whose faces were full of horror:
"Drink a cup of hot tea to calm your nerves. The commotion outside will be over very soon."
Aside from pouring the tea, he even asked with a smile:
"Does anyone care for some tea pastries? My culinary skills are also quite excellent~"
Meanwhile, outside the shield.
Evil Peter continuously raised his blade and dropped it, raised his blade and dropped it, without even blinking an eye.
Everyone looked over here, then looked over there. The violent sense of fragmentation caused a feeling of absurdity to arise subconsciously within their hearts.
On the other side, the Frost King Laufey watched as Evil Peter slaughtered his most elite soldiers as easily as killing chickens—no, as easily as crushing ants—merely feeling that his entire state of being was ruined.
A lunatic! He had unleashed a thorough, out-and-out lunatic!
"Enough! Stop!"
Looking at his elite troops, which had vanished by one-fifth within the blink of an eye, Laufey's agitated voice even shifted in pitch.
He had originally assumed that the opponent's act of splitting himself into two was a form of self-destruction. After all, logically speaking, when a person's mana and strength are halved, they should definitely become easier to deal with, correct?
Only, reality violently slapped him across the face...
Not only had this guy's strength not been weakened in the slightest, but the flames over his body even faintly showed a trend of burning increasingly brighter.
If he let him keep killing like this, the elite legion he had spent a millennium to train would be completely slaughtered by this guy using just 0.5 of his strength!
"Lowly Midgardian, if you have the guts, come fight this King to the death!"
Laufey taunted Evil Peter with words while unleashing his frost power to freeze the ground beneath his feet, attempting to catch up to him through this method.
Evil Peter, who was currently killing to his heart's content, shot him a glance as if looking at a clown, a maniacal smile surfacing over his face:
"Oi~ old codger, let's play a game. Let's see if I can slaughter all of your subordinates clean before you can catch up to me?"
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