#702 - Let me tell you, Mark, what is the power of Father's Chosenness?

"Uh huh, are you willing?"

"I am willing."

Gwen swallowed her saliva and immediately explained, "I mean, this is so cool!"

"Can I do anything in the dream? Can I see Punk Spider-Man and Spider-Ham? Or, can I see my mother? Her name is Helen, and the first funeral I attended was hers, when I was just a baby. Or can I punch Mary Jane in the dream? She stole all my corn dogs and said I was always offbeat."

Watching Gwen ramble on, Peter stopped her, feeling a headache coming on.

"Hey, Gwen, calm down. It's just an ordinary dream. You won't see these things because this isn't your dream world, but the dream consciousness of people in this world."

Gwen "uh"-ed for a few seconds, blinked, and asked Peter, "So, Mr. Peter, you are the god of dreams, right? For the Steppenwolf, you are the god of Earth, so you can make him kneel, right?"

Gwen's mind expanded with associations, regarding Peter as the god who controls human dreams in this world.

"More or less."

Peter didn't deny Gwen's guess. As he spoke, a ruby appeared in his hand.

Holding the ruby that emitted a shimmering light, Peter said to her slowly, "Now, are you ready, Gwen?"

Gwen nervously tightened her web-shooters, "Yes, but if you turn into a big octopus in the dream, and I poke your eyeballs out, you'll be angry."

Before Gwen could finish speaking, in the next second, Gwen found that the scenery in front of her had suddenly changed.

She found herself standing directly above an endless farmland.

The two stood on a farm shrouded in a blood moon, the wheat ears were rusty blades, and the wind made a metallic clanging sound as it passed.

"That's Mark."

Gwen grabbed Peter's wrist. Mark was three hundred meters away, carving Peter's face out of a pumpkin.

Perhaps sensing something, Mark turned his head and smiled, countless brass beetles crawling out of his eye sockets.

"Mark?"

Peter stopped Gwen, "This is just a subconscious image projected from Mark's dream."

Under Peter's gaze, Mark slowly stood up, the brass beetles disappeared, and his image returned to normal.

"Blood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throne!"

Mark muttered, his eyes emitting a bloodthirsty light.

"Dad, I'm your favorite son! But I want to defeat you even more! Do you know that? The blood in my body is boiling, and only by defeating my father can I prove myself, prove that I am your greatest pride!"

As he spoke, Mark's body gradually changed in Gwen's astonished eyes.

Mark's skin took on magma-cracked, blood-red textures, his muscle density continued to skyrocket, even breaking through physiological limits, and his size nearly doubled compared to before.

Peter looked at the mutated Mark in the dream, his expression becoming serious.

He even vaguely saw the Brass Throne appearing behind Mark.

"Uh oh, things are getting a little bad!"

Gwen took a step back and looked at Peter, asking with a worried tone, "What's wrong with him? Mr. Peter."

"I guess he's been influenced by the Chaos Gods of the Warp."

Peter said with a serious expression.

The "Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne" that this kid is chanting, isn't that a line from Khorne's Chosen in the Warhammer world?

Associating it with the fact that Mark had previously been teleported to different worlds by GESTALT, Peter easily guessed that Mark was influenced by the four Chaos Gods of the Warp.

It's just that, probably due to being from different dimensional worlds, the Chaos Gods of the Warp in the Warhammer world have limited influence on Mark, not completely driving him insane.

He remembered that in the original Warhammer world, a team of Astartes warriors were besieged by Orks on their planet, isolated and in imminent danger.

One Space Marine prayed to the Golden Throne (the Emperor) while bravely fighting the enemy, only seeking to kill a few more enemies before he died.

As a result, the existence on the Golden Throne did not cast a glance, but the one on the Brass Throne did.

This Space Marine activated a Musou mode like in a game in the enemy ranks, killing enemies to recover health and becoming stronger as he fought.

Under his outstanding performance, the Space Marines actually repelled the enemy's attack and achieved victory.

However, Khorne had already seized his soul, and the bloodthirsty desire did not diminish in the slightest but burned hotter and hotter.

So this Space Marine, blessed by Khorne, aimed his chainsword at his comrades.

After that, he killed all his Astartes comrades, killed the Imperial Guardsmen present, killed the local planetary defense forces, and killed the civilians he had desperately tried to protect before.

Finally, under the moonlight, he engaged in endless sword fights with his own shadow in a sea of corpses and blood.

Now Mark may be influenced by Khorne, but it seems that Khorne's influence on him is not that serious.

Mark can still maintain his sanity and has not made any unusual or crazy moves because of being influenced by Khorne.

The desire to defeat his old man is also suppressed in the depths of his subconscious.

It is only fully released in his dream world.

It seems that separated by different dimensions, the Chaos Gods of the Warp cannot corrupt the DC world too much.

Peter stroked the beard on his chin, falling into deep thought.

However...

What if his sons were targeted by the Chaos Gods of the Warp?

If one of them, like Horus, launched a rebellion against him, would he also have to sit on the Golden Toilet like the Emperor?

Peter fell into deep worry.

Just as he was thinking about whether he would be sent to the Golden Toilet by his sons, Mark, whose figure had soared several times, transformed into a Gundam warrior and charged towards Peter.

"Okay, I knew the dream world was full of danger."

Gwen complained and shot a web from her wrist, "Swoosh", shooting towards Mark.

"Hoo-ah!"

Mark, whose eyes were flashing with crimson bloodthirsty light, roared, ignoring the damage Gwen's web caused to him, and quickly moved in front of Gwen.

Gwen, startled in her heart, immediately retreated, while her wrist, like a machine gun, continuously shot webs onto the other party's face.

"Bang!"

Mark, taking a step forward, reached out and grabbed Gwen's shoulder.

But before he could throw Gwen out, a dazzling energy blasted towards him.

Mark quickly raised his hand to block, and the energy wave hit his armguard, erupting with dazzling light.

The impact pushed him back hundreds of meters, crashing through the farm fence and barn walls before barely stopping.

Mark looked down at his armguard, with fine cracks appearing on it.

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Then he raised his head and looked at Peter who had emitted the energy.

"Did you forget your dad is here?"

Peter walked towards Mark expressionlessly, "Mark, my son, I will let you know that Khorne's Chosen, no matter how powerful, cannot resist your father's blessing."

Mark: "?!"

Gwen: "."

Why does Mr. Peter feel a little chuuni?

"Impossible!"

Mark's voice came from all directions, and the desire for battle and killing grew even stronger.

In the next second, Mark suddenly raised his head and found that Peter had already appeared above his head.

Those emotionless eyes overlooked him, just like a hunter looking at his prey.

"Let me tell you, Mark, what is the power of your father's Chosen."

Peter stretched out his right hand, and a silver Celestial energy with a diameter of over a hundred meters descended from the sky.

Mark wanted to dodge, but found that the surrounding air had become viscous, as if trapped in a swamp.

He could only raise his arms and take this blow head-on.

"Boom!"

The moment the beam hit him, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

After that, a deafening explosion sounded!

With Mark as the center, buildings within a few kilometers radius instantly turned into powder.

The ground was torn apart, revealing bottomless ravines.

When the smoke cleared, Gwen opened her mouth wide, her astonished gaze cast towards Mark.

As a result, she was shocked to find Mark kneeling on one knee, his battle suit in disarray and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"This... this is the power of Mr. Peter's Chosen?"

Gwen muttered in disbelief.

"See, Mark?"

Peter folded his arms in front of his chest and slowly landed in front of him, "This is the power of father's Chosen and blessing, and you, Mark, now that you lack my blessing and Chosen, the power of Khorne's blessing alone is not enough."

As Peter spoke, he looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him.

Mark's face had that twisted smile, but Gwen noticed that the corner of his eye was twitching slightly.

But in the next second, Mark's eyes turned blood red again: "No, no, this is not real!"

He suddenly waved his hand, his fist slamming towards Peter.

This time Peter was prepared, he dodged sideways, and at the same time punched Mark in the abdomen.

With a "bang", Mark was heavily smashed backwards.

Gwen stood aside, stunned, watching Peter clean up the Gundam-like Mark.

It seems that Khorne's blessed power is indeed not very good.

At the same time, in a corner of the dream world, a boy also dreamed of this scene.

On a planet near the solar system, on a planet called Cthonia, a three- or four-year-old boy, Nergui, suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Nergui got up from the bed and looked at the messy underground environment around him.

Wiping the sweat from his head, he got out of bed and found a bottle of mine water on the ground, drinking it "glug, glug".

Nergui is a gang member in the Cthonian underworld.

Or rather, he was adopted by gang members in the underworld.

In the chaotic underworld, members of the Adeptus Mechanicus wearing large red robes often suppressed and cracked down on gang members, making the lives of gang members very difficult.

Nergui has lived in such difficult circumstances since he was a child.

"That dream..."

Nergui finished drinking the water, blinked, and the tall figure of Peter appeared in his eyes.