Chapter 513: Iron Lament

"This..." Charles looked at the big boat that could not be called "small" no matter what, his expression changed several times, and finally he showed an extremely complex expression, and then said: "No, I can't take it."

"Although I don't know how you got it, I think the process should be very dangerous. And if it is really as you said, it can travel in the dream world, then this will be a very precious means of transportation. This is too valuable, I can't accept it."

Charles's reaction did not exceed Schiller's expectations. Charles could pull the moral bottom line of the Radiant Alliance to the average level by himself, which fully showed that he was a noble person.

"Don't misunderstand, Professor, I don't intend to give this boat to you, just, I own this boat, and it's impossible to run around in the dream world every day. It's a bit too wasteful to leave it idle, so you can borrow it as a school bus."

"And now, I happen to want to use this boat, you shouldn't mind being a temporary captain and going on a magical dream trip, right?"

Hearing this, Charles relaxed instead. He smiled and said: "Of course, actually I am also curious about the dream world. It is too mysterious here, but I am trapped in the busyness of the real world and have no time to explore here."

"Believe me, Professor, with your ability, even in the dream world, there are few opponents. If you add this boat, then we can roam here freely."

The two shook hands with a smile and reached a perfect consensus. And Marc, Jake, and that hippo, who were watching here on the boat, sighed in unison.

Marc turned to look at that hippo, and then said: "I guess, if you go down now and say this boat is not theirs, I'm afraid it will also..."

"I don't intend to go down!" That hippo made a prayer gesture in the Egyptian pantheon, and she said: "If they like it, then take it. Anyway, this boat is not mine."

"Not yours? Then why are you staying here?" Marc asked.

Then he saw that hippo roll her eyes very humanely and said: "I owe the owner of this boat a favor, so I have to come to guide the souls in my spare time. Actually, I have had enough of this job. I am a hippo, and the river here is only sand..."

"Oh, Goddess, please forgive the rudeness of my other personality. He is still just a child. I apologize to you on his behalf. I hope you can guide us on the journey ahead." Schiller, who brought Charles onto the boat, said to the hippo.

That hippo snorted lightly, and then said: "I won't care about a child, because I am the protector of women and children. I understand that these naughty little guys are not bad by nature. However, you should also teach him not to break things casually, otherwise you will have a headache..."

This hippo goddess, whether in behavior or speech, was very much like a human mother. This made several people feel close, and subsequently, she revealed the reason.

"In the years since I became a god, I have taken the orphans abandoned by ancient Egyptians back to my temple to raise. After they grew up, they became my believers. But I don't hope they stay there. I will teach them skills to make a living, and then let them return to human society."

"I have been doing this work for thousands of years. The last child I adopted went to Los Angeles to be a programmer. He would call me every weekend, saying that humans have a very strange concept of time. His phone calls are too frequent, which leads to me not having a moment of leisure..."

Hearing this, Charles felt moved. He walked up and shook hands with the hippo goddess, and then said: "You are a kind god and a great mother. In fact, in terms of educating children, I also often feel a headache..."

Watching the man and the god start discussing parenting, Schiller, Marc, and Jake simply walked into the cabin. Here, it was still filled with thick ancient Egyptian style. Murals, carpets, and wall bricks were all carved with patterns used by ancient Egyptian gods.

Schiller sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace, Jake stood leaning against the pillar, and Marc sat opposite Schiller. He felt very curious now, so he asked: "Where is this boat driving to now?"

"If I guessed correctly, after their exchange, that goddess should take us to her former hometown."

"Former hometown, she is a hippo, does she want to return to the African savanna?" Marc sneered and said.

Inside the cabin and outside the cabin, the voices of Schiller and the hippo goddess sounded at the same time: "... If you have heard of Egyptian mythology, then you should have some understanding of the Heavenly Realm. It is lush with water and grass, full of vitality, and inhabited by countless ancient gods, but it is not as calm as it looks on the surface..."

The sails were raised again, and the giant ship sailed into the thick white mist. After the last shadow also disappeared into the hazy white mist, the mist began to gather, condensing into tiny raindrops, floating down from the sky. In the real world, the night rain still hadn't stopped.

At the moment the blood erupted, no one at the scene realized the severity of the problem, until Schiller's corpse fell to the ground, and a slightly different voice sounded in Iron Man's battle suit:

"Locking target status scanning... scan complete... target is dead... lock released..."

"Lock again, scan again." Stark said.

"Locking... lock complete status... scanning... scan complete... target is dead... lock released..."

"Scan again!"

"Sir, the scan result error rate does not exceed 0.002%. If there is a need to lower the limit error rate, higher output can be provided for the scanning equipment..."

"Raise the output to the maximum!"

The magic energy on Iron Man's chest shone with dazzling light, like a lighthouse in the rainy night, but this light only lasted for a moment before slowly dimming. Everyone was watching Stark, and he walked toward Schiller's corpse somewhat stiffly.

It is not difficult to judge that it is indeed a corpse, because almost the entire chest cavity together with the heart has disappeared, there are scorched marks near the wound, no pulse, no heartbeat, no breathing, the whole body's blood has stopped flowing, and the body temperature is gradually losing.

Iron Man half-squatted down. He touched Schiller's arm with his finger. The data sent back by the sensor had no surprises. Like the conclusion of the high-power scan just now, this is a corpse, and there is no possibility of anything else.

Strange cursed as he put away the Crimson Bands, and he also walked over here, saying as he walked, "Schiller, what kind of nonsense are you pulling again? Stop messing around, hurry up and get up. Don't you see we're in the middle of a battle here?"

After he walked over, he also knelt halfway beside Schiller's corpse. His movements were not as careful as Stark's; Strange directly patted Schiller on the shoulder, but the moment he touched his shoulder, Strange froze.

Subsequently, he revealed a somewhat flustered expression, then placed his hand on Schiller's forehead. A flash of magical light appeared on his hand, but just like the energy in Stark's chest earlier, this light quickly extinguished, and Strange remained frozen there.

"His soul... the soul is gone!

!" Strange pulled his hand back trembling, then stood up. His eyes lit up with light, and he scanned the surroundings, but he saw nothing.

Stark also stood up immediately after. His faceplate went up with a "clack," and he stared fixedly at Strange with his eyes, saying, "What did you just say?!"

"I said, his soul is gone!" Strange shouted anxiously. "I don't know what kind of ghost he is playing, but what is lying here now is just a corpse, and his soul doesn't know where it went..."

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"Hahahaha!

!" A series of laughter came. Yashan, holding the scepter in both hands, laughed loudly. His long hair was soaked by the rain, sticking tightly to his face, and purple light flickered in his eyes, like an evil ghost that had crawled up from hell.

"You bunch of stupid ordinary people! The body dies, the soul disappears, what else could it mean? Of course, it means he is already dead!"

Yashan shouted, "I don't know what else you are confirming! He is dead! Do you understand? This damn serial killer has finally received the judgment of justice!

! Ammit is the true justice!"

Steve's arms began to tremble. He tried hard to take a deep breath, but he still walked forward somewhat anxiously. He grabbed Stark's arm and said to him, "Tony, calm down, Tony..."

Suddenly, in the quiet rainy night, amidst the pitter-patter of the rain, a faint, almost imperceptible sound of gears grinding appeared.

This sound was so small that if one didn't listen carefully, it would be impossible to catch, yet it was also as loud as an earthquake shaking the mountains.

Suddenly, the sky brightened.

The dazzling light rising from the horizon illuminated the earth, the arc of light shining brilliantly. The night sky was dyed into a blue ranging from light to deep, the colors of the glow so mysterious and dreamy. Such a scene was telling everyone that dawn had arrived.

But when the members of the Avengers welcomed this dawn light, the faces illuminated were all wearing serious expressions as if facing a formidable enemy.

Because what rose from the horizon was not the sun, but Iron Man.

At the same time, in Asgard, Thor led the newly restored Royal Guard across the long Rainbow Bridge. Just as they reached the halfway point, they suddenly stopped.

He turned his head abruptly, looking toward the boundary of Asgard, where the branches of the World Tree could be vaguely seen, as well as the boundaries of the other great realms.

In that familiar starry background, a star lit up. This star grew brighter and brighter, until that deafening mechanical sound reached the ears of everyone in Asgard. Thor flew into mid-air, his gaze piercing through the infinite galaxy.

After a short second, he landed and turned to walk back. The Royal Guards following behind him were confused, and then they heard Thor say:

"Open the dungeon! Quickly!"

The leader of the Royal Guard hurried to catch up with Thor, and he asked in confusion, "But didn't you just say that it is absolutely forbidden to open the dungeon within a thousand years? And that no matter who issues the order to open the dungeon, they are... they are..."

"... they are all liars." Thor continued. As he walked back, he looked at the light lighting up at the boundary of Asgard and said, "I don't want to change my orders either, but... in any case, open the dungeon!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light erupted from beneath the palace. A petite figure landed on the ground. Yin Yin Lisha also walked toward Thor with a serious expression. Before Thor could speak, she said, "I know, add another 300 years to the prison break sentence, but what is going on now? Why did Stark suddenly..."

Thor shook his head, and the two siblings looked together at the place where the light erupted. Thor's power as the King of Light spread out, attempting to explore the reason for Stark's sudden outburst.

He heard no words, only the endless sound of machinery.

When he listened carefully, he heard, amidst the symphony of gears grinding, whistles blowing, and surging energy, an unusual emotion—

That was steel wailing.