I'm starting a mythology craze at Marvel

Chapter 42 Iron Man to the rescue.?

What is the world after death like?
Coulson had never understood, but after today, he understood.

Coulson lay on the cold ground. Everything around him seemed to have lost its color and time seemed to have frozen at this moment.

His consciousness gradually became clear from the chaos, but his body could not move, as if it was bound by an invisible force.

The scene before my eyes began to distort. It was no longer the familiar real world, but a bizarre new dimension.

He found himself in a vast void, dotted with stars, like the brightest gems in the night sky, but not bound by gravity, floating freely.

The light here becomes soft and changeable, sometimes bright as day, sometimes dim as dusk, creating a kind of tranquility and mystery that transcends the mundane world.

In this void, Coulson felt an unprecedented peace and freedom. Without the constraints and responsibilities of his life, he seemed to have become a breeze, free to travel between the stars and explore the mysteries of the universe.

But he also realized that this was not real death, but a wonderful state between life and death.

As his consciousness gradually penetrated deeper into the void, he encountered a vague figure.

Although he couldn't see the figure clearly, he felt that the figure was so sacred and so great.

Could it be that I have gone to heaven, and the person opposite me is an angel, or maybe Yahweh?

An indescribable feeling of awe welled up in Coulson's heart. He tried to ask, but found that his voice seemed to have lost its substance in the void and could not be transmitted.

Just as he was feeling confused and lost, the figure slowly moved forward, surrounded by a soft and warm light that seemed to dispel all darkness and coldness.

As the figure approached, Coulson felt a sense of peace and guidance he had never felt before.

"Coulson, now is not the time for you to come here."

A gentle and deep voice sounded in his heart. It was a voice he had never heard before, but it was extremely familiar and kind.

He wanted to ask whether the person in front of him was an angel or Yahweh, but it was as if he had no mouth and could not say what he wanted to say.

"You have a greater mission. The messenger of God has come. He will lead you to save the world. You must help him accomplish this mission.

Now, go back and wake up!"

As the words fell, the surrounding scene began to blur. The stars and the void seemed to be slowly rotating, and finally converged into a dazzling light, enveloping Coulson.

"Look at how weak you are now."

Casillas' voice echoed in everyone's ears, with a hint of disdain and contempt.

"Supreme Mage, you have lived for so long, taught so many mages, and warned us not to absorb the power of the dark dimension."

Casillas walked and looked around, and everyone he looked at couldn't help but feel a chill.

"But what about you? You have been secretly drawing power from the dark dimension by yourself, and thus have survived for so many years."

Casillas slowly raised his hand, and a ball of green energy condensed in his palm, which seemed to have the power to devour everything.

"From that moment on, I understood that the so-called Supreme Sorcerer was nothing more than a bitch who said one thing in public and another behind people's backs. She was ultimately unreliable.

Only strength is what people can truly rely on. Since we mages must obtain strength through borrowing, why can't we find a more generous and kinder master?"

At this point, Casillas' face was full of piety. "Now, I have found our great Father, He is the God who truly loves us! As long as you believe in Him with me, you can become as powerful as me, and even enjoy eternal life!"

Casillas stretched out his hand to the crowd, and at the same time, a large group of priests and believers appeared from behind Casillas.

They were dressed in strange and solemn costumes, with pious expressions on their faces and their eyes sparkling with fanatical faith in the "Great Father" as Casillas called him.

"Look at this power." Casillas' voice became excited, and he waved the green energy ball in his hand. The light jumped among the crowd as if it had life, causing waves of whispers and uneasiness.

"This is more than just power, this is salvation, it is freedom beyond life and death! What are you waiting for? Join us and welcome the arrival of a new world together!
I am much stronger than that Ancient One, you might as well beg me instead of her!"

The agents of SHIELD looked at each other, seeming to be interested in this. Casillas smiled when he saw this, but within a second, his face fell again.

"Put away your face, we will not pledge allegiance to your false god!"

At this moment, a calm and firm voice penetrated the noise and broke Casillas' fantasy.

The voice came from Brock Rumlow, an elite agent in the team who seemed to be slacking off the whole time but finally couldn't help but jump out.

Brock Rumlow walked slowly out of the crowd, his steps firm and powerful.

"We are here to eradicate you and your false god. Your deceptive rhetoric is useless to us!"

Hearing someone blaspheming the great Father in this way, no matter which believers or priests they were, even Casillas, who always had a smile on his face, turned ugly.

He looked at Brock Rumlow gloomily, but unexpectedly discovered the anger in the other's eyes. The object of his anger was the great father?

Casillas frowned, with a hint of doubt and confusion in his eyes.

He originally thought that Brock Rumlow's anger was directed at himself, but he did not expect that the other party's anger seemed to be more focused on the "Great Father" he mentioned.

This unexpected turn makes the situation more delicate and complicated.

"Huh, it seems you don't understand what I believe in."

Casillas sneered, trying to cover up his inner turmoil with contempt.

"How do you know that the Great Father is not the true salvation? How much do you understand about the true meaning of power?"

"You lied. Only Yahweh is our only salvation!"

Brock Rumlow was about to retort when he heard a familiar voice. But, was it Coulson?

Brock Rumlow looked at Coulson in surprise, only to see that his colleague was standing there intact, with the big hole in his chest healed.

"Okay, another pagan."

Casillas laughed out of anger. What era is it now? Why are there still people worshiping that outdated old god in front of the true God?
It has long been said that the invisible and intangible god Yahweh is wrong and has never existed!

Just as the atmosphere between the two sides became increasingly sinister, a figure came flying over.

"Haha, your dad Tony Stark is back again, guys, did anyone miss me?"

(End of this chapter)