Mephisto's gaze gradually turned dangerous.
He raised the all-black the necrosword in his hand and pointed it at Peter. The all-black the necrosword emitted a low hum, and the dark energy flowing on the blade almost solidified, consuming the surrounding light with its pure evil.
"Looks like I have to pull out this most troublesome nail of yours first."
"Pulling out a nail, huh~ That actually makes a lot of sense!"
Peter nodded, looking as if he completely agreed with the other's point of view, but the next second, his tone suddenly shifted:
"But… with just that mediocre skill of yours, do you really think you're qualified to take me out?"
As he spoke, a chaotic gray light emerged from Peter's body.
It was the divine power of the Tiger Talisman!
Yin and Yang, good and evil.
Two completely opposite yet originating from the same source, the auras suddenly diverged within Peter.
Under the gaze of the inexplicably shocked Ancient One, Peter's figure first became blurred, then split into two, forcefully condensing into two Peters.
The Peter on the left was surrounded by a faint golden radiance, his temperament gentle, his eyes clear, and a smile full of approachability hanging on the corners of his mouth, just like a boy next door, making people unable to help but feel a sense of goodwill.
And the Peter on the right was the exact opposite.
His whole body was shrouded in a faint dark aura, his eyes were evil, and the curve of his mouth carried a bit of cynicism and pure malice.
A violent, scorching power, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes, surged within him—that was the aura of the Phoenix Force, which now appeared incomparably flamboyant, with no restraint whatsoever.
Good and evil, divided into two!
The members of the Avengers were already accustomed to this scene, but the Ancient One and Wanda were deeply shocked.
One was the Sorcerer Supreme, the other a natural-born Scarlet Witch.
Yet neither had ever imagined that magic could be developed to such an incredible extent.
Under their dazed gazes, the Good Peter, bathed in golden light, suddenly turned his head.
First, he flashed a smile at Wanda that made her heart almost skip a beat, then he nodded towards the Ancient One:
"Senior Ancient One, please send me into the Mirror Dimension later. I need to focus on preparing something and don't want to be disturbed by anyone."
Hearing this, the Ancient One opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.
Because Good Peter carried an attitude that made him convincing, even she couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill.
What kind of bad intentions could a kind little Sun have? Just believe him, and that's it!
Thus, with a wave of her hand, the Ancient One used the Sorcerer Supreme's magic to create a geometric space just large enough for Good Peter to occupy.
Good Peter did not enter the space immediately, but instead gave Tony a wink.
Tony immediately understood and issued an order within his Battle Suit:
"Jarvis, focus all live broadcast cameras on Peter."
In an instant, Good Peter appeared on screens in thousands of households with a gentle smile, and the gazes of seven billion people around the World were focused on him.
"Hello, viewers around the World. I am The Arbiter, Peter Parker."
"I know you are all very afraid and confused right now. Aliens, gods, demons... these things that only existed in myths and movies are appearing before us one after another, trying to drag our home into the abyss."
"But, please do not give up hope."
"Right now, I need your help."
Good Peter spread his arms, the smile on his face sincere and warm.
"Please raise your hands, and lend me your will, your hope, your desire for peace, your love for your family... lend me your energy!"
These words, through the global live broadcast, spread to every corner of the World.
Hearing Good Peter's words, everyone couldn't help but be stunned.
Energy?
What is that thing?
Does such a thing really exist in ordinary people like them?
No matter how you think about it, this feels more like... a prank!
Just as everyone was skeptical, in an apartment in Brooklyn, a child only four or five years old imitated Peter's movements on TV and raised his hands high.
"Dad, Mom? Why aren't you raising your hands?"
"Don't you want My Lord The Arbiter to defeat the bad guy on the other side?"
The innocent and naive voice brought the dazed parents back from their shock.
They turned to look at their child, just about to explain something.
But before they could make a sound, they discovered that in the palm of their child's hand, a small point of light, no bigger than a grain of rice, had appeared at some unknown time.
The couple couldn't help but rub their eyes in astonishment, but no matter how they rubbed their eyes, that point of light never dissipated.
"So... everything My Lord The Arbiter said is true?"
The man cheered excitedly, unable to help but close his eyes, recalling himself from more than a decade ago, sitting in front of an old TV, reading comic books, imagining himself fighting side by side with the protagonists from the TV and comics!
As he thought about it, the man opened his eyes and sure enough, discovered that a small point of light had also appeared in his own palm.
Then it was their wife's turn. The husband excitedly pushed open the window and shouted loudly to the residents of the building opposite!
One, ten, hundreds, tens of thousands, hundreds of millions, billions!
More and more people, regardless of nationality, skin color, or belief, all raised their hands at this moment.
Streams of weak but pure will gathered into a torrent that spanned the entire Planet, piercing through the barriers of space and surging toward Good Peter's consciousness space.
Feeling the continuously gathering energy, Good Peter smiled slightly. He hesitated no longer and turned to walk into that geometric space.
On the other side of the battlefield, Mephisto did not know what was happening on Earth; he only instinctively felt a deep-seated disgust and irritation.
"Playing god and acting like a ghost!"
He cast his gaze toward the other Peter, the "Evil Peter" who radiated evil energy.
Compared to that "con artist" collecting faith, the pure, chaotic, and evil aura on this guy, which almost originated from the same source as his own, actually made him feel a bit more familiar.
"I have to say, the aura on you really suits my taste." Mephisto curled his lips into a cold smile:
"If you ask me, why don't we cooperate?"
"Kill that hypocritical other side of yours, and from now on, you and I shall share the entire Hell!"
"Me?"
Evil Peter just let out a sneer upon hearing this, then twisted his neck, emitting a series of "crackling" sounds.
The next second, the Phoenix Force within him erupted completely without reservation. Dark red flames shot into the sky, transforming into a giant firebird phantom that blotted out the sky, dyeing the entire sky of the Mirror Dimension a doomsday crimson.
"If you can survive under my hands, I might seriously consider your suggestion."
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