Marvel, who rescued him? !

【ah! As the year goes by, I start to procrastinate, the number of updates becomes less and less, and the time for updates becomes later and later. 】

[e=(′o｀*))) Alas~ If I don’t write well, fewer and fewer people will see it. The fewer people will see it, the less I want to write. This goes back and forth, and the vicious cycle comes step by step. today. 】

【Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows! Waiting for tomorrow every day will make everything in vain. 】

[I review, I blame myself, and I decide that starting from tomorrow, I will gradually start to make up for all the chapters I owed~]

[Even if not many people like it, there are still people who like it. Even if not many people see it, I will be very happy if someone sees it~]

The battle breaks out quickly and ends even faster.

The Nova Corps in the prison had not launched an effective resistance, and the prison changed its owner in the blink of an eye.

It didn't take much time, everyone worked together and were united, and the entire prison took on a new look and was transformed into another style.

In the center of the prison is a very spacious platform, filled with chairs in a trapezoidal shape on all sides, like a football field or a concert.

Spreading his legs and dodging, Taylor appeared in the center of the stage.

Holding the microphone in his hand, the lift platform under his feet slowly rose. With a smile on his face, Taylor looked at the prisoners and the prison guards of the Nova Corps who were sitting around him.

At this time, Taylor changed into a colorful T-shirt, which changed colors from time to time under the light. He wore seven or eight rings of various colors on his hands and a long black hat on his head. The whole person is dressed like a magical cosmic rap.

Wearing the most fashionable clothes in the galaxy, Taylor straightened her back and stood in the middle of the stage majestically.

"Oh--"

The prisoners on both sides, with their heads bruised and bleeding, and panda eyes on their faces, let out heart-rending cheers.

"Ahem~" Taylor coughed dryly, and the prisoners fell silent for a moment. Taylor with a smile on his face said:

"Sisters of Radisson, welcome everyone to the missionary ceremony of the Cult of Fear! Friends on the right, where is your applause?...Friends on the left, why don't I hear your cheers?"

"giao——giao——" The audience on both sides struggled to look at Taylor with their adoring eyes, and the cheers were deafening.

Waving two knives in his hands, Deadpool jumped up from under the elevator, the tip of the knife flashed with cold light, and even the air was cut into pieces by him.

Deadpool gave all the spectators around him a big wink, and then performed his dancing skills.

Rocket, who was sitting in the VIP seat, wrinkled his nose, looked at the double knives in Deadpool's hands and asked strangely:

"How did he bring these two knives here? I heard that he was not armed?"

Star-Lord, who was getting close to Loki, replied casually:

"It's probably the same method used by the purple-haired one in the west area of ​​the prison~"

The same way?

The way I recall the purple hair on my big ass...

Rocket's eyes widened.

"Wow~~"

The tip of the knife in Deadpool's hand danced, and a curtain of knife danced on his chest.

Taylor opened his mouth, held the microphone with an intoxicated expression, and began to sing loudly along with Deadpool's dance.

Of course, in order to take care of the feelings of these aliens, Taylor chose a song without any lyrics this time.

Song of throwing onions.

"A rattsuatsua ra ribirabirin

Rabarirranru ran renranro

Wapa rippappa parippari

Pariri ripiripi risuten renrandon

Yaparinran tenrande aro”

Taylor sang very selflessly, and all the surrounding audiences were intoxicated. They all covered their ears with joy, and their faces showed sincere praise for the Cult of Fear.

off tune? Out of tune?

No! That’s what this song is about! This is the divine version of the Cult of Fear!

It’s also a gift from Death Ray himself.

A prisoner who had long believed in the Cult of Fear wiped the blood from his ears and put a big smile on the corner of his mouth. The fear in his wide eyes slowly disappeared, leaving only the fanaticism for the death light. , raised his arms and shouted:

"Fear is only temporary, joy is eternal! Praise you, the great Lord of Fear, praise you, your unique God!"

"Hahahahaha..."

Under the spotlight above his head, the shadows under Taylor's feet were flying rapidly in all directions. Even if he stood in the extremely bright light, there were invisible shadows on Taylor's body.

The shadow under his feet looked like a huge spider, standing unnoticed and above board on the entire stage.

In a trance, all the followers of the Fear God seemed to see a red-haired Taylor in Gothic clothes. He lowered his head slightly, held a bright red balloon in his hand, smiled with his mouth full of fangs, and said hello to them. .

The singing...the beautiful singing is of course the most important thing.

Standing under the bright light and standing in the shadow of fear, people can see clearly and hear clearly.

Everyone's fear lurked beneath their feet, slowly flowing toward Taylor.

Soon the whole prison became a sea of ​​joy.

After singing the song, Taylor, who was still unfinished, put down the phone, stretched out his hand to wipe the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and waited for Deadpool to bring the flowers he had prepared from behind.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

The smile on Taylor's face slowly disappeared, and he slowly turned his head with a cold face.

Not far from his singing stage, the backup dancer Deadpool inserted a katana into his ear, lying on the ground with his butt in a twisted posture, foaming at the mouth, and fell unconscious.

Wow~ He was so intoxicated listening to it! Just forgive him for not sending flowers!

His eyes swept over the enthusiastic fans who were slumped in their seats.

It looked like it was time for the next part of the ritual, and Taylor clapped her hands.

After receiving the signal, the warden with clown makeup on his face walked quickly, held the cosmic spirit ball in his hand and handed it to Taylor.

Tyler opened it easily with both hands.

hum-

Amidst the roar, purple energy was released like a tide, and the bright and gorgeous purple light shone on everyone's face.

Star-Lord's eyes widened and he stuck his head out to look at the light emitting from the Power Stone.

"Damn! It looks more valuable than I thought!" Rocket also widened his eyes.

Taylor waved his finger, and the power gem rose into the sky and shot into the instrument prepared in advance above his head.

Purple light began to flicker from the instrument, and beams of light hit the stage like lasers, like stage lights in a ballroom.

Taylor raised his arms and shouted:

"Keep playing music, keep dancing!"

Fast-paced music sounded from above the head, and the purple aura containing energy flashed on everyone's face.