"You, who are you?" Staring at the young man in front of him for a long time, Conrad finally spoke slowly.
Amidst everyone's stunned and surprised gazes, the tattered cloak on his body had already repaired itself. The exposed bluish-gray skin was also covered up again.
"Aizen Sosuke." The young man looked at him calmly and stated his name.
Conrad's scarlet pupils flickered slightly, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face beneath the cloak. He wasn't surprised by the name Aizen, but by the fact that his calculations couldn't find any information about him!
Clearly, this was an unbelievable thing.
In the Marvel universe, the power of dimension gods is no less than that of magic gods in Magic Index. Almost every dimension god has mastered some fundamental rule of the universe, and being able to investigate someone's information just by their name is a basic skill.
But right now, this skill was completely ineffective. All the information returned from the other person's name was blank.
Of course...
The only one surprised at the moment wasn't just him, but also the Ancient One.
The moment Aizen appeared, she had already used the Eye of Agamotto to trace his origins. But the answer given by the Time Stone was also "no such person found."
Since the Ancient One inherited the Eye of Agamotto, this was the first time she had encountered such a thing.
Unable to see the past or future, does that mean he isn't from this world? No, it's probably more than that. He probably also has the ability to shield himself from the Time Stone's detection.
Because even if someone isn't from this world, they will still create connections and causal relationships after coming to the world. And as long as something has causal relationships, it will definitely show a future in the Time Stone.
But Aizen's appearance shattered this fixed concept, and even distorted the laws of the Time Stone. Could this god from another world be so powerful?
The Ancient One took a deep breath, a trace of undisguised shock flashing in her eyes.
"Does anyone know where this arrogant little brat came from?" Unlike the Ancient One, who thought so deeply, Tony just thought Aizen was very arrogant.
At least when he was that age, he didn't have this kind of attention.
"Your wording is very inappropriate." Captain America turned to look at him and said, "In any case, you shouldn't speak ill of someone who is saving the city."
"Spare me the lecture, let's talk after he actually saves the city." Tony retorted sharply.
"You two, stop arguing, shouldn't we be doing something now?" Black Widow interjected, acting as a peacemaker.
"Oh, of course!" Tony said with a sharp tongue, "Like dressing ourselves up as pretty desserts and offering ourselves up as food."
Okay, although what he said annoyed everyone, it was undeniable that it was the truth. When faced with an enemy like Conrad, these superheroes could only stare blankly or offer themselves up as food.
"What's wrong?" In mid-air, Aizen's lips slightly curved into a smile as he said softly, "It seems like your authority is having problems. Can't find any detailed information about me in the universe?"
Conrad's expression froze, and his brows furrowed. Although that was indeed the case, how did he know?
"Because I can see it." Aizen seemed to see through his thoughts and said unhurriedly, "Your inner thoughts and mind are all within the range of my eyes."
"Arrogant." Conrad snorted lightly, coldly uttering two words.
"You can try it and see if it's arrogance." Aizen's expression didn't change in the slightest, still calm and composed. "Just like what you're thinking now, using this sea of blood to drown me. See if you can do it."
What?
Conrad's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the expression on his face was as unbelievable as if he had seen a ghost. He was indeed thinking of using the sea of blood beneath him to drown Aizen.
But he didn't expect the other party to actually predict his thoughts. How was that possible? Could it be that what he said earlier wasn't just a bluff?
But how was that possible?
While the Marvel world naturally has mind reading abilities, such mind reading usually only manifests as the suppression of lower-level creatures by higher-level creatures.
But he was a dimension god! And he was still in his home turf, which had been mostly assimilated by his dimension. What level would the other party need to be at to read his mind?
Could it be that he is...no, impossible! That's absolutely impossible!
Conrad forcibly cut off his thoughts there. He believed that those beings beyond the norm in his mind could never descend to such a remote little planet.
This human-like young man probably has some kind of treasure that allows him to do this. That must be it!
Although Conrad was trying to reassure himself in his mind, a seed of gloom had already taken root in his heart. He was already starting to waver and doubt.
This was naturally Aizen's plan.
Although it wouldn't be difficult for him to directly fight a dimension god of Conrad's level, the aftershocks of a serious battle between the two would definitely not be something this city could withstand.
So, if he wanted to end the battle within his control, he had to use some practical little strategies.
Of course, with the addition of these little strategies, Aizen's role-playing level could also be improved. Although Aizen's role-playing progress bar had already reached 100, it could still be broken through.
Moreover, the extra progress bar obtained after this breakthrough could also be transferred to the next role-playing card. Since that's the case, why not do it?
"You, are you sure you want to be my enemy?" Conrad pretended to be indifferent, and his aura erupted.
In an instant, all living beings in Washington seemed to feel a sense of doomsday. Their bodies fell to the ground, their expressions panicked.
"You seem to have misunderstood something." Aizen's expression remained unchanged, and his expression was still calm. "I don't have such a shallow intention. I just want to get an answer."
"What answer?" Conrad narrowed his eyes, his heart alert.
"As the Crimson God, what color is your blood?" As he spoke, Aizen's right hand pressed on the handle of his sword. "I'm very curious about this question."
As the words fell, his right hand had already made the motion of drawing his sword. And Conrad, across from him, had wide eyes. A clear cut mark extended from his left shoulder down to his right abdomen.
Puchi.
Blood splattered, staining the sky.
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