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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."

Charles widened his eyes as he looked at Schiller. Clearly, he understood very well what consequences this action would bring, yet Schiller merely smiled and spoke with a rising and falling tone:

"The Industrial Revolution brought us steam engines, and we mounted them on great ships. From now on, we no longer rely on the wind, nor do we fear the rain."

"Those once mysterious and obscure gods can no longer bestow anything upon us. From now on, the giant wheel of human civilization smashes through all obstacles."

"The raging storms of nature and the sharp teeth and claws of beasts no longer frighten us. And those gods, represented by them, hastily retreat into the realm of the divine."

"Today, it's not them who bring their glory to our world; it's us who tell them— it's not the gods judging us with a ship, but it's us who judge them with a massive ship... an even larger ship."

On the deck, Marc, who had initially been leaning over the ship's side with interest, observing the vivid coconut trees, suddenly felt the deck begin to tremble. A rumbling roar emerged from beneath the deck, as if a colossal engine had been ignited.

Shortly after, he saw the ship surrounded by a layer of colorful rainbow light. The rapidly enlarging oasis in his field of vision indicated that the rainbow light was the result of air currents reaching their extreme speeds.

"Who?! Who dares trespass the heavens? Wait... What is this? Isn't this the ship that was headed for the Underworld? How...?"

"Bang!!!"

Marc widened his eyes as he saw the God being flung out. He didn't even have time to clearly see what deity it was; the God had already transformed into a dot of light on the horizon, leaving no trace of speech.

"Someone's intruding! Who? Bang!!!"

"Quick, someone come! Someone come! Bang!"

"Hurry! Bang!"

Marc, standing on the deck, spun around like a spinning top. However, even so, he couldn't clearly see how many luminescent Gods had been knocked out. Just then, a figure like the Sun descended, its deep and resonant voice echoing in the space:

"I am the God of Twilight, intruders, you..."

"Bang!!!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha!" A mad laughter resounded from near the helm, where the green-haired captain was continuously steering.

The colossal ship equipped with a super engine showed no signs of slowing down. It careened recklessly through this unfamiliar latitude, knocking everything in its path, including one God after another who had appeared in its way.

Screams filled the air as falling lights were met with more falls. And at this moment, a dense darkness descended, and a God with dark skin emerged from within that darkness.

The moment he appeared, the Hippo Goddess emerged from the ship's cabin. However, she was different this time; she was bound by ropes and held at knife-point by young Schiller. The Hippo Goddess shouted:

"Osiris! They've hijacked your ship! Quickly stop them!"

The God known as Osiris seemed somewhat bewildered. He gazed at the massive ship careening through the heavenly realm like a torpedo but failed to recognize that it was his own ship from the Underworld.

Why didn't he know this ship could go this fast???

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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