Chapter 889: Starry Splendor (31)

Speedball stood blankly on the spot, as if controlled by something. But the next second, he came back to his senses, looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, and let out a collapsed scream:

"No!

!"

But faster than him was the attack of the Fenris Twins. Night Thrasher saw that things were not good, immediately made a feint attack, drew the two people's attention to the right, then rolled to the left, grabbed Speedball's arm, and said: "Go quickly!"

Speedball was completely unable to think. Until the building fragments shattered by the air cannon grazed his cheek and the smell of blood spread, the instinct for survival made him activate his ability and start fleeing.

Captain America's corpse lay quietly in the middle of the road just like that.

About five minutes later, with a "Swish", a pure white portal appeared above the corpse. Half of Schiller's body poked out of the portal and turned back to shout inside: "You guys pull his soul in later. I'll deal with his body. I have to send it to the cryo-chamber and inject recovery medicine immediately, otherwise, it's easy to leave sequelae."

After saying this, he stepped out of the portal and landed in front of Steve's corpse, pulling out a cryo-chamber out of thin air. On the bottom of the cryo-chamber was written "Manufactured by Stark Industries".

The shell of the cryo-chamber used molten steel, and the interior was the most advanced cryogenic technology. It looked like it had been built not long ago.

Schiller dragged Steve's corpse, got him into the cryo-chamber, and after closing the lid, looked at the buttons on it and froze for a moment.

"Why is the latest cryo-chamber so complicated?" Schiller squatted in front of the cryo-chamber, a bit confused, and said: "Didn't I tell Tony not to design more than one button? With so many buttons, who knows which one to press?"

Looking at the row of buttons on the cryo-chamber, Schiller's hand hesitated, stroked one of the buttons, and said: "This button looks bigger, it should be this one, right? Forget it, press it and try."

"You pressed the wrong one. That's the cooling button. Injecting medicine is the yellow button on the left."

"Oh, is that so? Thank you." Schiller's finger moved, and he pressed the yellow button next to it. A needle from the back of the cryo-chamber pierced into the side of Steve's corpse's neck. The repair medicine improved from the lizard medicine took effect quickly, and Steve's corpse was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Schiller clapped his hands with satisfaction, but the next second, he widened his eyes and looked to the side. Stark, wearing the battle suit, was giving him a death stare.

Looking at the energy light gathering in the hand cannon of the Iron battle suit, Schiller stepped back slightly and said: "Um, wait a minute, I think I can explain..."

"Do you believe in religion? Have you heard of God? Can I take three minutes of your time to let you understand our Lord?"

"Boom boom! Boom!... Wait, I know you aren't interested! Then have you heard of the Sanctum Sanctorum of the Nine Realms? Do you know that all things belong to Death? Are you interested in contributing to the great cause of His Majesty Thanos? Have you heard of the Thousand Faces of the Moon Phase... the World Serpent..."

A few minutes later, a bewildered Steve and a grim-faced Stark sat in front of the Hippo Goddess.

The Hippo Goddess held Steve's hand and smiled kindly. She said: "What a great lad! I have a son who also participated in World War II. He is a Soviet. He almost sacrificed himself on the battlefield of the Great Patriotic War. By the way, do you have a girlfriend? I have a daughter..."

"Wait... wait a minute! Madam!" Steve held his forehead and said: "What exactly is going on? Why is this Heaven..."

"First of all, I don't mean anything else, but the Protestant Pantheon and the Egyptian Pantheon should be two pantheons, right? Then their Heavens shouldn't be able to be merged together, right????"

"And, the book held by the statue of St. Peter in the plaza outside is completely wrong. Shouldn't he..."

"Ahem." Two coughs came. Schiller, who was wrapping bandages around his arm, walked in and said: "Your Goddess, is the registration done? I'll take them to collect daily necessities..."

"Oh, wait a moment. I haven't weighed their hearts of good and evil yet." The Hippo Goddess took out a scale from the drawer and began to weigh. She said: "Steve Rogers, a true righteous person, Heaven will be your final destination. You will inevitably obtain eternal peace and happiness..."

"Anthony Stark..." The Hippo Goddess clicked her tongue and said: "You are a bit complex. Seriously, according to the Protestant judgment system, uh, how should I put it, you are a bit arrogant. You are an atheist, right?"

"I don't know how the Protestant God looks at this, but in the Egyptian Pantheon, if you don't believe in God, the resurrection quota might have to be postponed..."

"Uh, he believes in God." Schiller immediately walked up and said: "I have already introduced our Lord to him in detail. Ten minutes ago, he just believed in God... Baptism? Um, if the baptism of gunfire counts as baptism, then his baptism ceremony was very grand..."

Stark narrowed his eyes and looked at him, saying: "Stop flattering yourself. It was I who baptized you with gunfire."

"That's not important, Your Goddess. Their forms have all been filled out. Please stamp them, and we'll go collect things."

Just as the Hippo Goddess took out the seal and stamped the form, Peter walked in with a stack of materials. He said: "Doctor, I can complete the theoretical research here, but I need thesis support. Is there internet here? If not, can someone help bring the thesis I need?"

Steve and Stark turned to look at Peter together. When Peter moved his gaze away from the materials and saw them, he immediately revealed a surprised expression and said: "My God! You finally came..."

But then, he noticed something was wrong and said stutteringly: "Ah: I don't mean you should have died long ago. I mean... um, actually... okay, pretend I didn't say anything."

Steve, still in a daze, blinked his eyes and said: "I might be hallucinating. Why is Peter here too?"

"More importantly, why is Tony Stark in the Heaven where Peter and I are????"

"What do you mean?!" Stark crossed his arms, looked Steve up and down, and said: "You think I want to stay in the same Heaven as you? If it weren't to see what kind of tricks Schiller is playing, I wouldn't come to this kind of place!"

After saying this, Stark looked at the room with a disgusted gaze and said: "Just now I saw that the garden outside the door covers less than 30,000 square meters. Whose Heaven is so shabby?"

"And this reception room, my God, Jesus lived better than you before he suffered. Look at this table, an antique from the Pharaoh period? And this cup..."

"Tony Stark! Can you figure one thing out? This Heaven was built only three months ago. Do you know how much energy I spent to merge them together? If you have time to nitpick here, you might as well go read the Bible!"

Schiller took a deep breath, as if he had endured it for a long time, and said: "And you two! Peter Parker and Steve Rogers, didn't you just read the Bible a few more times? Is it necessary to nitpick the clothing of every statue?!"

"Jesus had twelve apostles. How would I know what kind of clothes each of them wore?"

"Besides, Jesus is God's son, and the twelve apostles are Jesus's employees. But I am directly God's employee. My rank is higher than theirs. I say what clothes they wear, and they wear what clothes!"

Peter was just about to open his mouth, but Schiller interrupted him and said: "You group of short-sighted brutes, I ran around just to get a Valhalla for humanity. You don't help, and you still nitpick here?!"

Peter and Steve were both choked. Peter whispered: "Thank you for your hard work, Doctor. Ah, sorry, I shouldn't be nitpicking. It's not bad to have a Heaven..."

"Um... so this is the Valhalla you built? It's built like this within three months, it's still quite good..." Steve nodded and said.

Stark rolled his eyes deeply and said: "Can you guys use your brains?! Even if you don't have brains, you have to have a temper! Schiller just killed you!"

"That explosion, and those twins, if it has nothing to do with Schiller, then I'm a ghost! He just designed an incomparably despicable conspiracy, causing you to die painfully! If I hadn't noticed something was wrong early, he would definitely have tried every means to kill me too!"

"But, the Doctor said he would resurrect us." Peter opened his mouth hesitantly: "Since he can resurrect us, it shouldn't count as murder, right?"

Steve also stroked his chin and said: "Legally speaking, killing a person and then resurrecting them shouldn't count as murder, at most it counts as attempted murder. But the act of resurrection is active, so it can't be considered attempted..."

Stark took a deep breath. He turned to Schiller and said: "Do you have another Heaven?? Send me there quickly! I can't stay with them anymore. I feel like I'm about to be melted by their holy light!"

If arrogant Schiller hates everyone in this world equally, then Spider-Man, Captain America, and Superman are good at forgiving everyone in this world equally.

Schiller walked to the table, picked up the list, and said: "Let's go, follow me to collect things."

A few minutes later, Peter wearing a halo, Steve, and Stark who was holding the halo in his hand to study it, arrived at the modern office building disguised as a church that Peter had been to before.

While walking, Stark held the halo in his hand and said: "Peter, don't tell me you didn't notice this halo is just molten steel plus a tritium tube, plus Kamar-Taj's levitation magic? This thing is completely a man-made toy..."

"Why, do you expect me to invite God to personally award you a halo?" Schiller said angrily: "Do you still want to study what material God is made of?"

Entering the elevator, Stark was even more speechless. He said: "Before you steal things, can you cross out the owner's name? You haven't even... 'Stark Industries' on the side of the elevator shaft..."

Before he finished speaking, Schiller waved his hand, and the word disappeared instantly. Schiller shrugged and said: "Heaven original."

Walking into the office building, looking at the hall that was no different from S. H. I. E. L. D., Stark curled his lips and said: "Heaven original, ha?"

Walking into the office all the way, seeing Nick Fury and Coulson drinking on the sofa, Stark took a deep breath and said: "I knew it. As the King of Agents, how could you die from a black gun? Nick Fury, you are also accompanying this madman to mess around?"

"What is messing around? What is messing around?" Schiller said very dissatisfied: "Without knowing the full picture, don't judge, understand? My plan has just begun, and the good show is still to come..."

After saying this, Schiller walked behind the desk, put down the cup, and let the bottom of the cup land lightly on the desktop.

Accompanied by a "Clang" sound, the door of the detention room closed. Behind the iron bars, Speedball's face was incomparably haggard.

The news of Captain America's death spread among the upper echelons instantly, and the bad news that followed was that Tony Stark died of a sudden heart attack because he couldn't withstand the successive stimuli.

If such successive bad news couldn't stimulate those people, then the next news was like a bolt from the blue, making them feel desperate.

S. H. I. E. L. D. was gone, the Red Gate Orchid plan was gone, public opinion was gone, Spider-Man died, Captain America died, and Iron Man also died.

And at this time, Schiller, returned. ===== CHAPTER 890 =====