High in the sky, Peter's figure began to fluctuate and distort, finally splitting into two completely independent individuals, each taking a step forward to the left and right.
On the left was 'Good Peter,' burning with platinum-gold flames and wearing a holy, compassionate expression.
On the right was 'Evil Peter,' surrounded by violent, rolling crimson flames and wearing a wild, arrogant smile.
Perhaps because Peter possessed absolute control over the tiger talisman.
He found that his split was slightly different from the performance of characters in the original work.
In the original work, once split into good and evil sides by the tiger talisman, two completely different personalities would be generated.
The two personalities would have clashing tempers, making it difficult to cooperate, and they would even resist merging back into one.
But Peter didn't have to worry about such problems.
Because at this moment, it wasn't so much that he was split in two, but rather split in three.
In addition to these pure good and evil sides, an 'Id' in spiritual form was also retained!
This Id possessed absolute control over the two clones.
When he issued an order, although the two clones had different styles of doing things, they would strictly follow the will of the Id.
It was the same when merging.
No matter how much the good and evil sides resisted fusion, as long as the Id issued the command, the two would immediately merge into one.
Just as the Frost Giants were about to strike the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, the two Peters each made a move.
Good Peter used Moonwalk, instantly flashing in front of Natasha and the others.
The moment he landed, he pressed both hands onto the ground.
In the next second, a translucent platinum-gold shield composed entirely of flames and divine power rose from the ground, enveloping everyone present.
"Rest assured, as long as I am here, no one shall suffer!"
Good Peter turned his head and gave Natasha and the others a heartwarming smile.
That smile was as gentle as jade, even carrying an inexplicable sense of divinity.
Bang~!
A Frost Giant used the power of frost to condense his fists into the shape of morning stars, smashing heavily against the shield and causing violent ripples.
Sif was about to draw her sword, but she was held back by the shoulder by the smiling Good Peter.
"Rest assured, it is very sturdy and will not be shattered by those barbarians."
As he spoke, Good Peter reached out a finger and touched Sif's shoulder. The power of the horse talisman flowed into Sif's body through his fingertip, instantly healing the injury on her shoulder.
Then it was Fandral, Hogun, and the newly awakened Volstagg.
In just a few seconds, Warriors Four of Asgard were resurrected to full health.
This scene directly stunned Thor:
"Why waste your power on defense and healing? You only need to increase your energy output to make those bastards suffer!"
"That is not the task I am responsible for." Good Peter still maintained that smiling appearance, speaking as calmly as an aristocratic gentleman:
"Besides, they are but a group of poor souls following orders, why make things difficult for them."
Just as his voice fell.
Arrogant bursts of laughter echoed from the sky:
"Jie jie jie, what a bunch of blue-skinned ugly freaks who don't know death when they see it. Since you've chosen to seek death, I'll grant your wish!"
The one speaking was precisely Evil Peter.
He was currently hovering over the densest gathering of Frost Giants.
His right hand was raised high, and in his palm, crimson Lava Chakra was spinning and compressing frantically.
The firelight rapidly took shape amidst the high-speed rotation, and before long, it condensed into an oversized Flame Rasenshuriken.
Sage Art: Lava Release Rasenshuriken!
"Cry, scream, and then... die!"
Vroom~
The crimson shuriken whistled as it fell at extreme speed.
The moment it hit the ground, a terrifying storm of high heat expanded rapidly.
The dozen or so Frost Giants in the front row didn't even have time to scream before their massive bodies vaporized into clouds of blue smoke the moment they touched the heatwave.
Immediately after, the storm began to spread, and Chakra needles as small as nanometers began to ravage the battlefield on a large scale.
One Frost Giant managed to escape the blast radius with great difficulty.
Just as he was lamenting the difficulty of this narrow escape, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his palm.
He stared blankly at his hand.
The originally blue veins were now visibly turning red to the naked eye.
It was as if the blood in his body had been heated to an extremely high temperature.
"He—"
He only had time to utter a single syllable.
Bang!
In the next second, his body suddenly exploded.
The scalding blood fell onto the bodies of his nearby kin, sizzling like lava and causing bursts of screams all around.
As for that unlucky Frost Giant, only a charred skeleton remained.
The battlefield instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.
Taking advantage of the Frost Giants' chaos, Evil Peter descended quietly, his Vibranium longblade carving out streaks of crimson silk.
He clearly had the ability to easily cut, slice, and mince these Frost Giants into pieces.
Yet each time, he only scratched the surface.
The blade sliced through muscle and tendons but did not touch a single vital point.
This was not mercy; it was only so that these ugly freaks would be powerless to resist as they watched the flames attached to their bodies slowly devour their torsos.
During this process, the screams from their throats were Evil Peter's favorite masterpiece of music.
Inside the shield.
Having finished his healing work, Good Peter pulled out an exquisite tea set from somewhere, elegantly brewing cups of tea and handing them to the terrified Phil and the others:
"Have a cup of hot tea to calm your nerves; the commotion outside will be over soon."
After pouring the tea, he even asked with a smile:
"Does anyone want some tea snacks? My culinary skills are also quite good~"
Meanwhile, outside the shield.
Evil Peter's blade rose and fell incessantly, chopping without even blinking an eye.
The crowd looked here, then looked there; the intense sense of fragmentation made them unconsciously feel a sense of absurdity in their hearts.
On the other side, Laufey, King of the Frost Giants, watched as Evil Peter easily crushed his most elite soldiers like killing chickens—no, like crushing ants—and felt that his whole world was falling apart.
Madman!
He had unleashed a total madman!
"Enough! Stop!"
Laufey's voice cracked with agitation as he watched a fifth of his elite troops vanish in the blink of an eye.
He had originally thought the other party's act of splitting in two was a self-destructive move.
After all, logically speaking, if a person's mana and strength were halved, they would definitely become easier to deal with, right?
However, reality had slapped him hard in the face...
Not only was this guy's strength not weakened in the slightest, but the flames on his body showed signs of burning even more fiercely.
If he was allowed to keep killing, the elite legion that Laufey had spent a thousand years training would be slaughtered by this guy with just 0.5 of his self!
"Lowly Midgardian, have the guts to come and fight a duel to the death with this King!"
Laufey provoked Evil Peter with words while releasing frost power to freeze the ground beneath his feet, attempting to catch up with him this way.
Evil Peter, who was having a blast killing, glanced at him as if looking at a Joker, a crazed smile inevitably appearing on his face:
"Oi~ old man, let's play a game. Let's see if I can kill all your men before you catch up to me?"