Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

The spread of the 'freak factor' has propelled the already hellish Marvel universe to a nightmare level.

In order to prevent the collapse of this world, Zhao Chen, as the president of the League of Legends, summons new heroes from other dimensions and actively contacts Marvel heroes to recruit them and strengthen the organization's power.

Iron Man Tony Stark was clearly the first target.

"Just wait a little while, that guy will be here soon."

Zhao Chen took a small sip of red wine and said calmly.

Tony is a very busy man. He has reportedly just escaped from thugs and is currently developing a more advanced Iron Man suit.

Being able to dine here was already unexpected.

"Come on! Ten more cups of 'water of life'!"

The girl, wearing a priest's cloak and possessing blonde hair and green eyes, seemed drunk, her fair face flushed. She slammed her hand on the table and shouted loudly.

He immediately offered ten cups of 96-proof "water of life," while medical alcohol is only 76 proof. If an ordinary person were to drink even one sip, they would probably be close to death.

However, the blonde girl doesn't need to worry so much; she has a physique that is hard for ordinary people to imagine.

He is wearing plate armor blessed with the power of holy light on his upper body and legs. Beside him is a white oak cross of holy light as tall as a person. On the table is a book of the Gospel of Holy Light, signed by Michel.

Michael is the founder and leader of the clergy, as well as an archangel of the angel race and one of the demon apostles who 'see through truth and falsehood'.

If he were to be classified as a hazard, he would definitely be a Super Dragon-level hazard.

However, Michelle, who yearns for the light, would probably not harm ordinary people indiscriminately, even if she is an apostle of the demon realm.

"Grandis, drink less, we have something important to do later."

"Don't worry, don't worry, it's not a big problem. The Holy Light will guide me, Master."

Grandis patted Zhao Chen on the shoulder and said drunkenly.

She is a newly appointed 'Paladin', a clergyman familiar with various aspects of clerical knowledge. While she may not be able to apply this knowledge skillfully in practice, she is more than capable of passing it on to others.

Strictly speaking, she is a strong theoretical figure, but in terms of actual combat, she is only ranked first among C-class heroes.

Perhaps when he awakens as an 'Evangelist' or undergoes a second awakening as a 'Seraphim', his hero ranking will leap up to A-rank or even S-rank.

"Water of life! Tons, tons, tons!"

Holding the 96-degree water of life aloft, Grandis tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp.

The bartender watching from the sidelines was terrified, fearing that the blonde girl might suddenly die on the spot.

"Ha - cool!"

Grandis slammed his glass on the table and said drunkenly.

His body seemed to be swaying slightly, and he swept the Holy Light Gospel book that was on the table directly onto the ground.

“Really…”

Shaking his head, Zhao Chen beckoned to the Gospel that had fallen to the ground.

As if drawn by some inexplicable force, the Holy Light Gospel floated up and landed in Zhao Chen's hand.

I randomly flipped to the first page, which seemed to contain information about clergy. The author's handwriting was slightly messy, but it didn't bother me much.

It contains a complete set of magic, from beginner to second awakening spells, all written on it without omission, using the language of the Arad continent.

Unfortunately, even if one can read the characters, ordinary people cannot cultivate without faith in the Holy Light.

The Manual for Cultivating Divine Power

On How to See Through a Pretender

Balancing Support and Damage Dealers

How to say: Apocalypse!

How to Redeem a Sinner with Your Fists

"This feels... a little strange?"

Zhao Chen's expression turned somewhat strange, as if this Holy Light Gospel Book contained some odd content.

Picking up a page of the Holy Light Gospel, one can clearly feel the force of resistance emanating from it.

If you lack the strength or faith in the Holy Light, you won't be able to turn to the second page.

However, this restriction was of no use to Zhao Chen, who was the president of the League of Legends guild.

The second page contains a complete list of weapons for priests...

(P.S.: The image in this chapter is of the protagonist, Zhao Chen.)

Chapter 3 Iron Man vs. Tiger-level Monster!

Cleric Weapon Guide:

"Introduction to the Double-Edged Battle Axe", "Cross Swinging Techniques", "Rosary Scattering", "Battle Scythe Encyclopedia", "General-Purpose Divine Fist", "How to Burn Love...Heretical!"

What kind of weird stuff is recorded here? The image of the first priest, Michel, as profound and unfathomable has completely collapsed.

At the end of the second page, there was a sentence: Support classes are extremely vulnerable; enemies can ambush you at any time. Don't hesitate, don't waver, hold fast to your beliefs... grab your flaming battle axe and cut down every enemy before you!

Look at this, is this even human language?!

Shouldn't the profession of clergy be about saving lives, healing the wounded, and helping the weak?!

This Gospel of Light constantly encourages people to put on the strongest plate armor, pick up the heaviest blunt weapons, and go to the front lines to kill all the enemies.

Support? Support is impossible, absolutely impossible in this lifetime. The only way to barely get by is to smash the enemy's head in.

Zhao Chen closed the Holy Light Gospel with a dark expression, mentally reassuring himself, "It's not a big problem, I must have opened it wrong..."

Hey! Look, who's here!

"It's our genius, Tony Stark."

"Ahhh! Tony is so handsome!"

Iron Man is the best!

"......"

As a middle-aged man with a flamboyant mustache walked in carrying a red suitcase, the atmosphere in the entire restaurant instantly became lively.

Tony Stark is currently the most popular superhero in the United States.

Coupled with his unique personal charm and super-rich background, he quickly became a womanizer, changing female companions almost every day.

Of course, Zhao Chen wouldn't interfere too much in other people's private lives.

"Sir, Iron Man has appeared. Should I bring him here?"

Like a loyal servant, the aloof young man standing beside Zhao Chen spoke.

She has short, choppy black hair, pale skin and green eyes, dark green freckles on her face resembling tear stains, a number '4' engraved on her left chest, a white bone helmet with horns on the left side of her head, and a slender, thin figure.

She wore a white, black-trimmed, high-necked long-sleeved coat with black trim, a white kimono-style culotte, and a wide black obi (waistband) with her Zanpakuto (sword) inserted into it. She also wore black socks and white shoes.

A terrifying spiritual pressure lurked within his body, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.

Ulquiorra Cifer, currently ranked second in Tier A in League of Legends, possesses the ability to unleash his power twice through Resurrection. If he goes all out, he might even reach Tier S.

"No, that's not necessary."

"Please forgive my impertinence, but I don't know what it is about this weak human that you have seen in him, sir."

“Don’t underestimate anyone, Ur.” Zhao Chen placed the wine glass on the table and said, “Although he is weak now, with the help of technology, he may one day possess the power of a near-S-class hero.”

“…” Ulquiorra paused for a moment, then said, “It was my shortsightedness.”

Although he represents evil, Ulquiorra is calm and ruthless, rarely showing any change in expression, and focuses on rational action.

They show no mercy to their enemies, but they hate indiscriminate killing and dislike killing their own kind.

Coupled with his calm, rational, and loyal personality, Ulquiorra can be said to be Zhao Chen's most trusted subordinate.

Hey, girl!

Tony's gaze suddenly shifted to Zhao Chen, his eyes lighting up as he waved and greeted him.

To be precise, his gaze was fixed on Grandis. Whether it was her appearance that conformed to Western aesthetic standards, her good figure, or the holy aura she exuded, she was very attractive.

"Whoosh! Power... is surging forth!"

However, before Stark could even step forward, a muscular man wearing boxing gloves in the crowd suddenly had his veins bulging.

As if a hidden monster factor within him had been activated, his body began to swell, his clothes burst open, his muscles bulged, and his bald head shone brightly under the light.

Wearing black-rimmed glasses, boxing gloves, and a gold belt around his waist, his three-meter-tall body exuded an aura of intimidation.

"Listen up, all of you! I'm the Light-Pull-Rope Monster! A monster who awakened due to an imaginary opponent's excessive boxing practice!"

After transforming into a monster, as if completely devoured by human reason and morality, the Light-Pull Rope Monster raised its fist and threw a punch directly forward.

The sound of sonic booms seemed to compress the space together.

This punch, with the force of nearly a hundred tons, was concentrated at a single point and then unleashed.

"boom!!!"

The area, spanning tens of meters, looked as if it had been plowed by an excavator, leaving it in a complete mess.