Chapter 899: A Good Play (Part 2)

Many people of the new generation, in some narrow prejudices about that country that had already passed away, must include the most important one, that is, that group of people were non-believers, thorough atheists.

Only the chosen ones can go to Heaven, this is everyone's consensus. Are atheists chosen ones? Of course not.

In the religious environment they were in, although various religious branches had differences in details, one point was undoubtedly clear: whether believers could go to Heaven was one thing, but heretics definitely couldn't go to Heaven.

What's more, atheists weren't even heretics; they didn't believe there were gods in this world at all. So why would they be recognized by God?

So, when they saw Schiller appear at the end of the corridor and walk towards them, everyone was stunned on the spot.

"Oh, you are here." Schiller raised his watch and looked at the time and said: "It's quite timely. It seems that those guys didn't drop the chain at the critical moment..."

"Alright, follow me, someone is waiting for you." Schiller tilted his head, turned around, and intended to walk forward, but when he looked back, he found that everyone hadn't moved, so he said:

"I know you are very confused about why you appeared here, and you are even more confused about why I appeared here, but you have to give me some time to explain all this to you."

"Devil! He is a devil!" A female senator screamed. She kept making crosses on her chest and then said: "This is God's final test for me. I cannot fear him to be recognized by the Lord!"

"He is the embodiment of our fear, we cannot yield to him..."

Schiller sighed, gave a wink to the two wolf-headed men, and the wolf-headed men raised the spears in their hands. The light emitted from the spears could cause direct damage to the soul.

One of the soul bodies closest to the spear originally had very weak activity. It let out a scream, smoking all over, and ran towards the other end of the corridor.

The wolf-headed man standing at the very back impatiently hammered the ground hard with his long spear, and a light screen appeared near the window, blocking the souls who wanted to escape.

He looked at Schiller, Schiller nodded to him, and instantly, the wolf-headed man turned into a huge tiger-wolf, swallowed a soul in one bite, and then turned into a human form in the black mist again, whispering: "Lord Anubis is above, this isn't even enough to fill the gaps between teeth."

After saying this, he flicked his ears again and bared his sharp teeth at the remaining souls.

Looking at that row after row of sharp teeth, and the soul fragments emitting faint light between the teeth, everyone ran in a panic in the other direction.

Schiller stepped back, made way to the side, and the souls of the generals and senators rushed into the only conference room with an open door.

The conference room was very bright, without terrible wolf-headed men or Schiller, but everyone who rushed in was still stunned.

This was a very standard circular stepped conference room. In the very center of the conference room, there was a podium, surrounded by circular stepped seats. At this time, several people were already sitting in the front row of the seats.

And what made them stunned was exactly these people: Stark, Steve, Peter, Nick, Dora, sitting in a row without missing one.

And when everyone came in, they narrowed their eyes in unison. This was a death stare in the true sense.

Schiller, who walked in last, "bang" closed the door of the conference room.

The General who walked in the front shouted loudly: "Schiller Rodriguez! What kind of trick are you playing?! How dare you brainwash us? Let us believe in this absurd scam of yours..."

Schiller walked to the front row of seats and sat down. He said: "You can treat this as a scam. See if you will wake up in reality after being torn into pieces by the jackals and swallowed into their stomachs."

Schiller took out his phone, seemed to be sending a text message, and tapped the edge of the table lightly with his other hand and said: "Gentlemen, don't stand anymore, you should be very good at sitting down and talking."

At this time, Nick Fury stood up to organize discipline. He walked up and shook hands with the General and said: "General Manli, long time no see. Since we parted at Congress, we haven't seen each other again."

The General's hand stiffened. He had seen Nick Fury's corpse with his own eyes.

His age was older than other officers, but he hadn't reached the age of retirement. He came from the Army Special Forces and had a resume of participating in wars, so he was very sure that the one lying in the coffin was absolutely not some robot double or something.

The blood clots with the heart shattered, the broken chest, the complexion after the blood stopped flowing, that was a very typical corpse, not some clumsy disguise.

But now, the one standing in front of him was still Nick Fury, strong in body, fresh in expression, and even the strength of the handshake was still as powerful as ever.

And the others who saw Nick Fury appear in front of them were stunned on the spot again. The degree to which they didn't understand the current situation was that they didn't understand all the current situations.

Why would a black man go to Heaven? Why would an agent go to Heaven? Why would the S. H. I. E. L. D. Director go to Heaven? Why would Nick Fury go to Heaven??????

Seeing that they were still stuck at the door, Nick said very enthusiastically: "Come, please sit, let's talk after sitting down."

Some people tried to turn and leave the conference room, and then found that the two wolf-headed men were guarding the door of the conference room, and the scene where their companions were just torn to pieces and swallowed was still vivid in their minds.

If there was one real advantage to be found in this group of people, it was gold panning in shit, then the only gold grain that could be panned out was that they were relatively sensible.

Everyone followed one after another and sat on the other side of the table. Schiller had been holding his phone and sending messages, and only after everyone was seated did he raise his head, put down his phone, stood up from his chair, and came to the door.

Strange, wearing a suit, pushed the door and walked in, shook hands with Schiller, Schiller patted his arm and said: "You came just in time, our guests have just sat down."

Strange nodded, and Loki, wearing a suit behind him, also walked in, came to the row where Stark was sitting.

Schiller made way, Strange came to the podium, he looked at the data in his hand, and spoke up:

"First of all, thank God for letting us gather together. The grace of the Lord spreads to every corner of the world, and the glory always shines on the earth..."

"I, Stephen Strange, as a member of humanity, as the Sorcerer Supreme, and also as the leader of the Sanctum Sanctorum of the Nine Realms, today, with a heavy heart, participate in such an accident investigation meeting."

"The Sanctum Sanctorum of the Nine Realms, as the only fair and trustworthy third party in the solar system, and even the Nine Realms, is entrusted by the Nine Realms Royal Family Asgard, the Hell Dimension and its equivalent Ten Dimensions, and Earth's highest magic learning and research organization Kamar-Taj, to make an investigation and judgment on this major talent accident in the pan-human civilization circle..."

"First of all, the representative of the Nine Realms Royal Family Asgard will speak, Mr. Odinson, please come over..."

Strange put down the data in his hand, Loki walked up and shook hands with him, then stood at the podium, lowered his head to reveal a sad expression, and said in a serious tone:

"Since ancient times, the Asgard Royal Family has paid high attention to and had deep expectations for the development of Midgard. I, as the Prince of Asgard, bring the message of the All-Father Odin and the God King Thor to everyone."

"His Majesty the God King expresses deep regret for this accident." Loki raised his head and scanned the circle, continued to lower his head and look at the manuscript and said: "The Asgard Royal Family has always believed that the infinite potential of humanity lies in the people themselves. Your wisdom and creativity are the foundation of the vitality of the Nine Realms. The geniuses among you will surely lead humanity and the Nine Realms further."

"But it is very regrettable that more than a month ago, with the death of S. H. I. E. L. D. Director Nick Fury as a signal, a shocking tragedy occurred within Earth..."

"Vigorous and kind people, people of high moral character, people of supreme intelligence... One star after another fell, and Asgard, standing above the Nine Realms, heard civilization wailing and the universe crying."

"His Majesty the God King absolutely cannot tolerate someone wanting to dig up the foundation of the Nine Realms. Therefore, I, on behalf of the Asgard Royal Family, witness the accident investigation throughout, ensuring everything is reasonable, legal, and compliant, seeking justice for the dead, and escorting the living..."

Loki's voice fell, and there was a round of applause in the audience. Strange walked up again and said: "We have always held the highest trust in the Asgard Royal Family. His Majesty the God King Thor Odinson treats all the people in the Nine Realms as his children. I believe he will absolutely not sit idly by while his people are murdered for no reason, and will definitely return justice to everyone..."

"Next, please invite the representative of the Hell Dimension and its equivalent Ten Dimensions, the Lord of Hell, the eternally cursed Mephisto, to have a remote connection with us and express his views on this accident."1

Strange waved his hand, and a magic screen appeared behind the podium. Mephisto, sitting on the throne, was burning with the flames of Hell. Behind him, the devil bared his fangs and grinned, and the wailing of countless souls rang out, making people's hair stand on end.

"I am Mephisto, the Lord of the Hell Dimension. Of course, the Hell Resurrection Branch is being built in conjunction with Heaven's station. We welcome everyone to take our resurrection channel..."

"Must pay attention, recognize the name Mephisto, the Lord of Hell who is eternally cursed. If someone wearing a robe and speaking an Eastern language comes to find you, absolutely do not believe him. Only we are the most authentic Hell..."

"The Hell Dimension provides you with the most professional resurrection services. Our service personnel are the most professional devils. In addition to supporting quota sales, we also support signing contracts. In addition to full payment, installment payment also..."

Strange coughed twice lightly, Mephisto paused, and then said: "... I feel very heavy! Heartbroken!"

"Humanity, such a fragile race, you have already become weak to the point that whether it is flesh or soul, it can be easily crushed. But even so, you are still attacking and hurting your own kind."

"I am happy to see such behavior... I mean, deep condolences, this is simply inhumane! Tragic! My God, I can't even say it anymore, how can there be such vicious people? Attacking their own fragile and helpless kind?!"

"This accident not only caused losses to humanity but also sounded an alarm for Hell. If a civilization cannot unite, it will eventually move towards destruction."

"Today, I came here, in addition to witnessing the accident investigation and trial, I also want all the devils in Hell to learn the importance of unity and prevent such accidents from repeating themselves in Hell..."

Mephisto nodded slightly. After the magic screen disappeared, Strange put on the Sorcerer Supreme's attire, waved the cloak behind him, stood before the podium and said:

"Kamar-Taj expresses strong condemnation of this matter! This is persecution of human civilization! Cruel, vicious, and outrageous!"