Marvel's Fantasia

———Universal Timeline——

Meanwhile, on a remote planet, Cynthia is busy building a house.She put her hands on the ground, and soon a stone house appeared not far in front of her, then the second, and the third.

After ten houses were built, Cynthia stood up: "It's ok, there are only beds inside, and you need to buy other utensils by yourself."

Patriarch: "Thank you so much! Help us drive away the bad guys, and now help us rebuild our homeland!"

Carol: "You're welcome, you can resettle the injured clansmen first!"

Hearing this, the patriarch nodded and beckoned his people to work.

Cynthia: "How about it? My abilities are easy to use, right? I don't have to worry about losing my job as a singer, chef, builder, and spaceship pilot."

"It's really convenient." Carol nodded in agreement.

Carol took on some tasks. In the past two days, she took Cynthia to several planets, helping the suffering planetary residents while doing the tasks.Of course, these things need Cynthia to do, Carol does not have this ability.

They are now on a small ancient planet, where the people on the planet are held by a group of interstellar bandits and are going to be sold as slaves.

After Carol killed all the bandits and submitted the task, Cynthia turned the corpses into dust.The division of labor between the two is very clear.

Looking at the scene, Carol felt that they still needed help, so he said, "You stay here, and I will go to a planet two light years away to do the next mission."

"Okay, then I'll take out the spaceship for you."

"No, just to let you see why I don't need a spaceship."

After all, Cynthia saw Carol's collar climb up to her face, forming a mask, and then Ms. Marvel in double star form flew away shiningly.

"So handsome!"

Seeing that there was only a glowing arc left in the sky, Cynthia said that she also wanted to get a mask to wear!

Seeing two children helping a man with a broken left leg staggering over, Cynthia hurried forward to help.

After helping the man to sit on the bed, Cynthia learned that he was the father of two children, and their mother had been raped to death by bandits.

After the man finished telling his story, Cynthia lowered her eyes and remained silent.No matter in which age or civilization, there will always be such villains who ignore life and cause harm to others.

A burst of singing came, and Cynthia turned her head and found that it was two children singing an unknown song.She didn't understand it, it should be some kind of small language, and the translator didn't record it.

After the child finished singing, the man explained: "This is a hymn, which has been passed down from our clan. It will be sung when someone is hurt, and it can heal our pain."

Cynthia expressed her understanding, it was a kind of spiritual healing, she understood.She is so powerful, you can also learn from her!

But the hymn is not passed on to outsiders, and men can't teach Cynthia.

He asked the children to find the patriarch, and soon the patriarch walked into the house: "This lady is our clan's benefactor, and it's okay if she wants to learn. After all, without their help, we would never have the chance to sing praises again. "

With the permission of the patriarch, the two children happily took Cynthia's hand and ran out of the open space, called their friends to come over together, surrounded Cynthia in a circle, and then sang to her.

This is the highest etiquette in their clan, and only noble people can enjoy such treatment.Cynthia didn't hesitate, just stood in the middle and listened to the children singing.She found that the melody of this song seemed to be endless and could be sung forever.

Slowly, Cynthia got used to it too. She cleared her throat, switched on the children's songs, and sang along with them.

The more she sang, the more intoxicated she became. She felt that the melody was really nice, and it felt like a breeze was blowing on her face.

Cynthia, who had her eyes closed, didn't notice that the children had stopped singing, and looked at the guests in the middle in surprise.

The family members in the house walked out of the house one after another, and the patriarch also came out.Everyone saw the scene outside the house and knelt down one after another, chanting prayers non-stop.

The girl standing in the encirclement didn't know the unusual behavior of the crowd.As she sang, Cynthia's platinum-blond hair also began to flutter, adding a layer of brilliance, making her look even more divine, like a legendary god.

Cynthia sang for a long time, and she hasn't practiced singing for a long time. Today, she took the opportunity to practice and heal them mentally.

"Cynthia, it's fine."

Cynthia didn't stop singing until Carol's voice suddenly sounded, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a group of people kneeling on the ground.what's the situation? !Is there an enemy attack? !

Carol, who was in the air, came down.

As soon as she came back here, she saw the weird scene just now. Seeing that Cynthia didn't seem to know what happened, she explained something, in exchange for the girl's blank expression.

"Let me show you the video, I just recorded it."

After watching the video, Cynthia grabbed a strand of hair in surprise: "Is this why you refuse to dye your hair?"

"Is your focus always so clear?"

"Because my friend, um, is a mage, he once suspected that I have other abilities that I haven't developed yet," Cynthia explained, "but I haven't shown this ability for a long time, and now it seems that this is just not the time. "

"So," Carol raised his eyebrows, "you have another doctor status?"

"Doctors shouldn't count? I don't even know what this ability does."

She doesn't think that singing a song can cure people, and it should also make her shine at night... Hey, it seems like a good choice to install an angel with wings!

"Maybe we can understand," Carol watched as the patriarch approached: "What do you mean by those actions just now?"

Patriarch: "We were worshiping our ancestors just now. This song was handed down by the first patriarch, and she had the same situation as this lady when she sang."

Cynthia: "Who wrote this song?"

The patriarch shook his head, expressing that he did not know, as there was no record in their ancient books.And this language is not the language of their clan, it is a language unique to hymns.

The patriarch asked three questions, and Cynthia thought for a while: "What is the use of this song? Can it heal?"

The patriarch didn't know, he led them into a room.Looking at the woman who still had a broken hand, Cynthia felt that it was exactly what she thought, how could singing be able to heal people.

However, Carol stared at the little girl standing by the bed: She remembered that the child should have a sallow complexion, why is his face so rosy now?Dry hair has also become much smoother.

After listening to Carol's discovery, Cynthia couldn't help exclaiming: "So this is a beauty song?! Come see if I've become more beautiful!"

"I think you have a good idea!" Carol rolled his eyes. "This song should still have a healing effect, but we need to experiment again."