Original God plus Marvel: Meet Thanos and start calling for help

"Hathor?"

Mark murmured softly the name that Kong Su had just yelled, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The woman in front of him nodded slightly and introduced herself to everyone elegantly:

"I am Yazir, the incarnation of Hathor."

"Oh."

Mark didn't know how to respond to this mysterious woman, and his mind was full of questions.

Especially since Kong Su was so angry just now, he was even more confused and puzzled.

After all, he could only hear Khonsu's voice and could not hear Hathor's words.

Yazier was keenly aware of Mark's indifference, and she whispered:

"Hathor, goddess of music and love?"

"sharp."

Mark responded casually, his tone sounding a bit careless and perfunctory.

Seeing this, Yazil couldn't help but frown, obviously quite surprised by Mark's reaction.

She immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing the conversation with Mark, and turned her gaze to the other two people, asking expectantly, "Kong Su should have mentioned her to you, right?"

That Villette and Senor looked at each other, but before they could respond, Mark suddenly interrupted:

"You are wrong. Kongsu only has an agent, and he never likes to talk about the gods."

A flash of disappointment flashed across Yazil's face: "Even if they are old friends?"

"Feel sorry"

"Ugh......"

Yazier sighed softly, as if her god had not made any sound since then:

"But Hathor says that not long ago Khonsu was very fond of her melodies."

Mark's face turned a little unnatural, as he realized that there seemed to be some kind of "ambiguous" relationship between this goddess of music and love and Kong Su.

"As far as I know, the only melody that Khonsu likes is the wail of pain."

Mark replied awkwardly.

"Yazir!"

A man's voice came from a distance, interrupting the conversation of several people.

Mark looked up and saw a middle-aged man in a high-end custom-made suit standing in front of the seat just below the pharaoh statue. His head was flickering faintly in the candlelight.

Oh, it turns out he’s a bald man!

And he's a bald guy who likes to show off!

Mark silently retracted his gaze and thought to himself.

"Well, it looks like our people are almost here."

There was a hint of regret in Yazil's tone, but he slowly approached with a smile on his face.

Under the flickering candlelight, the boy with white hair, red eyes and brown skin stood out among the three.

The necklace he wears around his neck, the golden earrings hanging on his ears, the shining golden armlet on his left arm, the exquisite golden leg rings on his calves, and the gold belt inlaid with rubies all exude a unique charm and brilliance.

In Yazil's eyes, all this was as dazzling as a huge 1,000-watt light bulb.

So she extended her hand to the white-haired boy without hesitation, expressing her friendship and welcome to him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kongsu's agent."

Sino:......

A vein popped out on Mark's forehead: ...

Faced with the woman's advances, Seno calmly denied it:

"I'm not."

"Oh?"

Yazir was not embarrassed or angry by Seno's refusal. Instead, he continued to speak to him in a gentle tone like the spring breeze:

"With all due respect, you fully meet the god's standards for an agent."

After saying that, she turned her head slightly and glanced at the remaining two people.

Yazil couldn't help but wonder: When did Kongsu's taste become so good?

But she had to admit that this cool and handsome guy with a mature charm was more to her liking.

Being a teenager is good, but because of their young age, they cannot even have enough to eat and may even go to jail.

"That must be this one."

Yazil continued his efforts.

Navilette:......

Mark's forehead popped out two blue veins:...

That Villette glanced at her hands in front of her, then turned her gaze to Mark.

Mark was speechless at this time, thinking: After all I said just now, Yazil didn't even regard me as an agent!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mark is the agent of the Moon God. We are just his witnesses."

Navilette explained.

"Yazir!!"

The bald man was urging again.

Yazier blinked and naturally withdrew her hand. She patted Mark's elbow as if to comfort him and said with a smile: "Don't be angry! I was just joking with you."

After saying that, Yazier motioned for Mark to move forward with her.

As Mark walked, he observed the people who arrived one after another. They were wearing different clothes and looked at him with different expressions.

Just like the seat where the bald man sat, in addition to the three seats in the middle, there were several seats on both sides of the road they were walking on, and people who came out of other aisles sat down on these seats one after another.

Yazil's voice suddenly broke Mark's thoughts.

"Did Kong Su tell you the rules here?"

Mark was slightly stunned. He didn't know what rules he needed to follow here. In this strange place, he could only rely on Yazir to guide him.

So he shook his head at Yazil and asked humbly:

"No, is there anything I should be aware of?"

Yazil curled her lips at him, with a hint of apology in her eyes. She passed by Mark like an elegant white cloud and slowly walked to the seat on his left.

"I try to follow the rules. It's going to feel a little strange, but you get used to it."

Yazil said something Mark couldn't understand, and then she sat down.

As she sat down, Mark suddenly noticed that Yazil's eyes were covered by dazzling white light for a moment, and then returned to normal.

"Those present were Horus, Isis, Tefnut, Osiris, and Hathor."

Yazil introduced loudly: "Come and listen to Kongsu's speech."

As Kong Su's name was mentioned, a warm current suddenly filled Mark's body.

The white light in front of his eyes faded, and he was horrified to find that he had lost control of his body.

"You've already been exiled once for almost exposing us, Khonsu."

The bald man in the center seat shouted at Mark, "You know we despise your vulgarity, your fancy masks and weapons."

The man's eyes were full of warning, and he seemed to dislike Kong Su.

"If you dare to manipulate the sky again, we will imprison you forever."

Listening to the man's threatening tone, thinking about the distribution of seats, and combining the name that Yazil had just introduced, Mark guessed that he was either Osiris, the ruler of the underworld and the embodiment of death, or Horus, the patron saint of the pharaoh, the symbol of royal power, and the god of vengeance.

But given that, in ancient Egypt, Horus was the son of Osiris, god of the underworld, and Isis.

Then the identity of the god who is controlling the bald man's body and asking questions becomes obvious.

He is Osiris.

Osiris was tired of the moon god Khonsu's constant "interference" in earthly affairs, and he was particularly annoyed by the presence of mortals in the court of the gods:

"Kong Su, you actually dared to break the rules and bring two unrelated people here. Do you really take us gods seriously?!"