Chapter 511: Civilization is Building a Great Ship

Chapter 511: Civilization is Building a Great Ship

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. office, Natasha quickly picked up the incessantly ringing telephone. She said, "Hello? Yes, it's me. But why didn't you call Strange? His phone couldn't get through? Alright..."

"Correct, the message from Strange to us is that Schiller is indeed dead, which is why Stark suddenly went crazy."

"He couldn't have made a mistake. He told us that Schiller's soul is no longer within his body, and the feedback we received from the present symbiote confirms that his physical body has indeed died."

Holding the telephone, Natasha walked out of the office and briskly moved down the corridor. As she walked, she continued, "In any case, Lady Loki, get your elder brother to come over quickly, stop Stark. Even if he wants revenge, he can't destroy Earth..."

"Restraint? Not to mention him, Captain America, Spider-Man, and the Supreme Sorcerer have all lost restraint. Do you think they can accept the fact that Schiller died right in front of them?"

Natasha stopped in front of the door of an office, then said to Loki on the other end of the telephone, "Whether it's for interest or emotion, no one can accept this ending. I know you're still doubtful. If you really have the ability to prove that Schiller is still alive, then go and do it quickly. If it's any later..."

Natasha didn't continue speaking, and Lady Loki understood everything. After hanging up the telephone, Natasha pushed the door open and entered. Nick leaned his body against the back of an armrest chair, his eyes closed. When he saw Natasha coming in, he said, "Initiate Alpha Bases 1 through 60..."

Natasha looked at him and earnestly asked, "Is Schiller really dead?"

"I don't know." Nick provided an answer. He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and then issued a command that shocked Natasha:

"Airborne Carrier Base, lift the confidentiality protocol, all engines prepare for takeoff."

"Nick, do you really want to fight?"

"No, I want to resurrect Schiller."

"With an airborne carrier?"

"With an airborne carrier."

After Natasha left, Nick's previously slightly sorrowful expression changed. He gritted his teeth and angrily said, "Damn it, he just wants to retaliate against me for reporting him earlier!"

"He just wants me to bleed. He's been dead for a week, and the additional bases I injected into the Solar System development plan will all be destroyed by Stark..."

"Forget it, the airborne carrier can't stay hidden for much longer anyway... God, at least one of them has to be taken by the military. I can't catch my breath. Where's my nitroglycerin..."

In the dream world, after a somewhat lengthy journey, an oasis appeared in everyone's field of view. Inside the captain's room before the ship had landed, Schiller instructed Charles:

"Based on our previous research, it has been proven that in the dream world and all connected dimensions, mental intensity determines everything, and in this regard, no one can surpass Professor X."

"Professor, I understand that you're unwilling to use your abilities against ordinary people, and you even restrain your basic telepathic abilities. The abilities you display in reality are just a fraction of your actual capability."

Seeing Schiller's eye contact, Charles let out a slight sigh. He knew he couldn't hide anything from this peer. He said, "Perhaps, but power that can't be exploited isn't really power. So, I'm still weak..."

"But what if the opponent isn't humanity?"

"What do you want to do?" Charles asked.

"It's actually quite simple. Soon, we'll enter a special latitude that's connected to the dream world. And what you need to do is to steer this ship forward continuously, then..."

"No matter what lies ahead, crash through it."

Osiris opened his mouth in surprise, but it seemed that he also felt that advice was useless. He extended his hand, gathering power, attempting to forcibly control the ship he had created. Yet, this played right into Schiller's hands.

At this moment, the massive ship changed its course, charging towards Osiris. In the moment when they were closest, a figure jumped from the deck, a flash of a blade, and Osiris let out a scream of agony.

The ship didn't pause but continued crashing into more incoming columns of light. Every time it neared an arriving God, a figure would leap down. Their methods of attack were diverse, but undoubtedly effective. It could even be said that they were tailored to counter different types of Gods.

One after another, the Schillers on the ship disappeared. Until now, Marc finally realized what Schiller was planning.

He allowed himself to die, his soul guided by the ship of the Underworld. He then used multiple personalities, exploiting weaknesses in the Egyptian god system to bring his various personalities into this realm and seize control of the ship.

Shortly after, he brought in a friend with an unspecified ability, and together, they sailed the ship directly into the heart of the Egyptian god realm, connecting it with the heavenly realm of the dream world.

This group of Schillers on the ship was perfectly tailored to fight against every God in the heavenly realm. Although it appeared they were fighting individually against all, in reality, they were fighting against all as one.

In the midst of the battle, Marc keenly noticed that some of Schiller's incarnations, at first, weren't as skilled in combat, but quickly, they grew at an astonishing rate.

This gave rise to a ridiculous thought in Marc's mind: Could Schiller be organizing a military exercise for himself???

Soon, the actions of the Schillers confirmed this idea, as Marc incredulously observed the group transitioning from solo battles to team-based combat, then moving on to formation drills, and eventually forming the outline of an army...

As Marc turned around, he saw three or four Schillers huddled around a round table discussing tactics. A Schiller in a lab coat conveyed orders at the bow of the ship. Several others were bustling around, gathering intelligence on the ship and the battlefield.

The Schiller with wings was in the air, dealing with the high-flying Gods. Those on the ground wielded a variety of weapons, and even within the oases' lakes, there was a Schiller with a fish tail, engaging in fierce combat with aquatic Gods.

As he watched, Marc felt an itching in his hands. At this moment, his alter ego Jack had already jumped down to engage in one-on-one battles with Gods. Marc rubbed his hands together, surveyed the scene left and right, and then stopped a Schiller, asking, "Where's the intelligence department? Where's the intelligence department located?"

The Schiller sized him up and down, then said, "You want to find the intelligence department? What do you want to do?"

"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Agent Marc Spector of the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency, with 14 years of experience in the field. Well-versed..."

The Schiller pointed to a door across from them and said, "Go there. Find the Director of the Schiller Central Intelligence Bureau for an interview."

As Marc left, the Hippo Goddess was the only one left sitting in the center of the deck. Seeing the chaotic brawl around her involving the surrounding Gods, her hippo-like mouth revealed a human-like smirk.

She muttered to herself, "Nature gods, when you drove the animal gods out of the heavenly realm, you should have expected this day..."

Finishing her sentence, she turned her head and looked at the young Schiller holding the knife to her with a smile, asking, "Come here, child. How old are you? Where do you go to school? Do you have a girlfriend? You're about the same age as my second son. He's transferring to the U.S. for school soon. Maybe you two can be schoolmates..."

Meanwhile, in the real world, the Sun composed of an endless torrent of steel and iron, in the moment it was fully risen, tore apart all the present demon gods.

They became the nourishment for the resurgence of steel demon gods, and all their energy was absorbed into the magic core. Then, larger engines, thicker pipes, and more gears...

When an engine was added to a colossal ship, they killed the gods who controlled the winds and rain.

When engines were added to a hundred trillion colossal ships, steel demon gods would kill all the gods.

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