Chapter 898: A Good Play (Part 1)

The light sound of burning spices was like the rustling sound of wind passing through dense trees. Smoke drifted from the top of the incense burner, afternoon sunlight shone in from the window, and the heavy curtains hanging on the side swayed slightly.

A hand pressed on the table, slender fingers holding a quill, earnestly writing ancient characters. The arm ring worn on the wrist and the golden tattoos on the arm indicated his extraordinary status.

"Clatter," the sound of earrings colliding rang out. The long black big ears on the top of his head moved slightly. Anubis narrowed his eyes and looked at the document in his hand.

"Lord Anubis! I'm here to get today's personnel list!" Another black wolf-headed man somewhat like Anubis walked in.

He reached out and rubbed his ears, bared his teeth, and then said: "Recently, business is really getting busier and busier. We shouldn't have taken the job of the reception department in the first place. Only we are the busiest in the whole Heaven. That group of people in Asgard would rather fight in the square than come to help us..."

"Stop complaining." When Anubis spoke, his voice was very hoarse, and the pronunciation of the words was almost unclear. He glanced at the document on the table and said: "What's wrong with the people at the registration office? Why did you write so many duplicate names?"

"Duplicate names?" The wolf-headed man standing at the door flicked his ears, tilted his head, walked up, looked at the document on Anubis's desktop, and then said: "Oh, you mean this. This is the members of Heaven. Their members' names all carry strange titles..."

"For example, this word, if translated into our language, is probably 'General'. This is a more powerful General, this one is not as powerful as him, this is the same, this word is probably something like noble or minister..."

The wolf-headed man shrugged and said: "This is a system they only came up with in recent years. Generals are divided into several grades, and ministers are too. These duplicates are all their rank names, not names. The ones behind are the names..."

"Why did so many people come down at once?" Anubis turned a page of the document and spoke slowly.

His subordinate shook his head and said: "I don't know, but Lord Archangel told me to tell him if they are arriving soon. Oh, by the way, if you have finished signing, I have to send the document to Her Majesty the Goddess."

The wolf-headed man bared his teeth again and said: "Recently, Lord Khonshu is not here. I don't know where he went. Her Majesty the Goddess had to take over his work. She has been full of anger recently. If I don't hurry, she might come to find you again."

Anubis's hand pressing on the document paused slightly, then handed over the stack of documents on the table and said: "Send it over. If there are similar lists, you don't need to send them to me. Their names give me a headache."

The wolf-headed man nodded with the documents and turned to walk out. Anubis turned to look out the window. Through the intricately decorated curtains, at this time, in the square garden, the sunlight was just right.

"Take this move!" Steve turned his head and elbowed, then bent down to dodge the incoming fist, turned around to hug the other party's waist, and lifted the other party to the ground.

The person opposite was a burly bearded man wearing armor. He stood up unwillingly, patted his arm and said: "Midgardian, you have two moves, come again!"

"Wait, we have already come for six or seven rounds. Why not give others a chance?" Steve jumped twice on the spot, moved his shoulders and said: "I still want to try your long spears. I have never used this kind of cold weapon..."

"Peter! Peter! Come here, come and try with this General. I heard he is the champion of the Asgard Gladiator Tournament and has even been praised by His Majesty Odin. Come quickly..."

Peter looked left and right, somewhat troubled and said: "But, Mr. Stark asked me to go to the laboratory. He said the building built by Dr. Schiller is like a primitive man's cave. He plans to renovate it and wants me to be responsible for the building structure part..."

Steve stood on the ring, looking at him with his arms crossed. Peter hesitated for a few seconds, still put the data on the bench next to him, jumped onto the ring in two or three steps, moved his wrists and said: "Come on, I haven't fought for a long time..."

The bearded man opposite sized Peter up and said: "Where did this little brat come from? Almost thin as a bean sprout, and still wants to fight, you'd better go back and eat more... Oh!"

Steve hugged his arms, watching Peter hug the other party's waist, rush out of the ring directly, and press the other party firmly to the ground. He shook his head helplessly. Peter's appearance was really too deceptive.

Until now, Peter was still very thin. Although his muscle lines were smooth, he still looked like an agility character, but in fact, in terms of physical strength alone, he was already terrifyingly strong.

So, his so-called fighting was just unilaterally pressing the other party to fight, and the reason why he hadn't fought for a long time was because everyone knew this point. After Stark had two combat mechas broken by him, he never fought Spider-Man again.

"Hey! Hey! Separate! You fouled, Peter! Pay attention to quality, you can't pull the other party's beard..." Steve stretched out his hand and shouted with a smile. Peter stood up from the warrior's body and shrugged.

"Let me meet you!" Another fully armed female warrior walked over and said: "Since I received the message from His Majesty the God King and entered Valhalla directly from Sakaar, I haven't fought with anyone yet. Come on!"

Peter turned his head and saw that this was a very strong Valkyrie. Just as the two were walking towards the ring, a small robot with the Stark logo flew over, and Stark's voice came from inside:

"Stop playing! Come back... if you are interested in this boring drama."

Peter and Steve looked at each other, and the two walked towards the Heaven Sanctuary on the hillside together.

Almost at the same time, in the sanctuary where the soul teleportation first arrived, within a few seconds, it suddenly became overcrowded.

Countless sluggish souls had not yet recovered from the fear of death, their expressions still terrified and ferocious.

After a while, when the white light in front of them dissipated, they looked at the scene in front of them somewhat blankly.

At this time, two wolf-headed men walked out of the sanctuary door. They held a list in their hands, scanned these souls in front of them, and then shouted: "Lieutenant General Jared! Lieutenant General Jared! Are you there?"

One of the men suddenly reacted, and he answered subconsciously: "Yes, I am... where is this? Am I not..."

"Main? Senator Main?... Oh, over here..."

One name after another was called out, the blank souls were awakened, and the noisy sound resounded through the sanctuary. Everyone felt very confused.

"Am I not dead? Someone attacked the safe house, there was a big explosion... It hurts, I saw my own limbs..."

"My God, where is this? Is it Heaven? But why are there so many people around? Why didn't the Lord's messenger come to pick me up alone?"

"My God, Cassandra?? Why are you here too? Is this Hell? Jesus, save me..."

"Lord, I have always served you so devoutly, am I finally returning to your embrace?"

"Quiet! All quiet!" One of the wolf-headed men raised his voice and said: "Don't make noise, keep quiet, loud noise is forbidden here!"

"What is going on? Where are we?" The General frowned, looked around at the environment, and the wolf-headed man cleared his throat, waved the long spear in his hand, and said: "Line up, someone wants to see you! You have to follow us to the conference room!"

"Stop making noise, this is Heaven, you are all dead, still can't stop, hurry up, line up!"

Everyone felt unbelievable, but the light emitted by the long spear held by the wolf-headed man made them feel stinging all over. Some looked down and found that their bodies had become semi-transparent.

People with insufficient soul activity could not maintain a completely physical state. Some older generals were even almost transparent to the point of being invisible.

"I really died?? This is my soul??... What did he just say?! This is Heaven, I went to Heaven?! Merciful Lord..." One of the younger generals made a cross on his chest and began to pray. Crying sounds came from the crowd, and everyone seemed to be grateful to God.

"I died for my country, I should go to Heaven!" One of them said: "The Lord is just and merciful..."

"That's right, I have never committed any taboos, worked diligently all my life, spent tens of millions on charity, of course I should go to Heaven..." Another person shouted.

But the General frowned. He found that things were not right. Putting aside whether their actions could go to Heaven, even if they could, why would they be squeezed together? Was it because they died at the same time?

Moreover, several of them believed in different religious branches. They even had contradictions in their beliefs, so how could they go to the same Heaven?

"Alright, hurry up and follow me, I already said someone wants to see you, if you are late later, I can't afford the responsibility."

After saying this, the wolf-headed man drove everyone out one after another. Most people hadn't reacted yet, but some questioned: "Shouldn't the angels be the ones receiving us in Heaven? Why does this look like an Egyptian jackal?"

"What is a conference room? Shouldn't it be the Lord who sees us?"

After a group of people left the initial sanctuary, they came to the big garden. It was indeed very beautiful, but many people still frowned. They felt that this was different from the holy and bright scene of Heaven, and it looked more like a private manor.

Everyone's imagination of Heaven was different, but in the concept of most people, there definitely shouldn't be pyramids in Heaven.

Among the buildings near the big garden, the pyramid and the Sphinx next to it were the most conspicuous.

Initially, the Egyptian pantheon undertook the reception and registration work of the entire comprehensive Valhalla, so their buildings were the closest to the sanctuary.

The gods of the Egyptian pantheon pursued magnificence, so in the whole garden, only a huge pyramid could be seen standing there.

Some people with relatively devout beliefs convinced themselves. They made crosses and whispered, "The glory of the Lord spreads throughout the world, we are all the people of God..."

And when they came to the hall on the hillside and saw the very church-like church, many people breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that what they just saw was just a mirage-like illusion.

But next, when the elevator door opened, many people already felt puzzled, and when they saw the very obvious Stark logo at the seam of the elevator bottom, many people had a bad premonition.

When they left the elevator and the corridor that appeared in front of them was no different from the S. H. I. E. L. D. base, most people were like being hit head-on, completely confused.

And next, the moment Schiller appeared in front of them, all beautiful fantasies about Heaven were completely shattered.