Chuck, who was holding the ashes, looked at the dark room in front of him in fear.

After hesitating for a while, he raised his foot and walked forward. With the sound of closing doors, Chuck disappeared into the pilgrimage hall.

The square was quiet, everyone turned their eyes to the gate of the pilgrimage, waiting for what would happen next.

To everyone's surprise, Chuck did not stay long in it. In just five or six minutes, the slave boy walked out of the pilgrimage.

Completely different from the look before entering, Chuck no longer has cowardice and low self-esteem on his face. Instead, he is extremely piety.

"I saw the sanctuary of the gods!"

"There are beautiful scenery! There is endless wine and food! There is wealth that I can't imagine in my life! There is a paradise in the rumor!"

In the voice of people's questioning, Chuck wiped away the tears on his face: "My father told me before he left, let me take care of my family..."

Looking at the pilgrimage gate behind him, Chuck said to the people around him: "One day, when I die, I will enter here too! I will definitely see my father again! Definitely!"

Listening to the bold words of the young man, the people on the square did not utter any words of ridicule or questioning. On the contrary, everyone's face was filled with approval and envy, and some people even responded loudly.

Minnie nodded towards the people behind her, and said loudly to the crowd in the square: "The second pilgrim hero is..."

The residents holding their ashes walked into the pilgrimage one by one under everyone's gaze.

Those who walked in have a little fear and anxiety on their faces, but those who walked out are only left with endless fanaticism for the gods.

"I have lived for so many years and have heard the praises of countless bards, but the verses in their mouths can't even describe one ten thousandth of the beauty of the sanctuary!"

Ackerman was a little nervous as he listened to the endless praises.

Shaman Minnie had already called the thirty-seventh hero, but Casper's name was still not called.

Just when Ackerman was worried about whether the son of the gods had forgotten her brother, Minnie looked at the restless former, and said with a smile: "Don't look indiscriminately, come up."

Ackerman widened his eyes: "You mean...?"

Minnie nodded: "On the list of pilgrimage heroes, there is Casper's position, come up."

Ackerman held Casper's ashes, walked up the steps excitedly, came to the gate of the pilgrimage, and asked: "After I go in, what should I do?"

Minnie motioned to the apprentices to open the stone gate and whispered to Ackerman: "You don't need to do anything, the will of the son of the gods will guide you."

Ackerman sighed and walked into the pilgrimage without looking back.

As Shimen was closed, Ackerman found himself plunged into the darkness of invisible darkness.

Just when he was in doubt, a ray of light shone on Ackerman's head from directly above the house, causing him to look up.

A group of light **** emitting a gentle light slowly descended from the roof to Ackerman's side, and began to swirl around his body.

Ackerman felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, and his whole person followed the ball of light slowly up into the air, across the roof, and into the far side.

Among the clouds in the sky, there is a huge towering tree, a golden trunk, green leaves like jasper, and the canopy that shades the sky.

Under the golden tree, is a magnificent palace.

All kinds of delicacies are placed on the marble tabletop that can't be seen at a glance; colorful flowers and plants are planted in the extravagant garden; in the brightly-lit hall are piles of priceless gold and silver jewelry.

Ackerman, who was watching all this while flying in the air, finally landed slowly, only to find that a lot of people he knew were standing not far away.

"You are Tim! The first hero to be allowed to enter the sanctuary!" Ackerman recognized this honest and honest middle-aged man at a glance.

The latter scratched his head embarrassedly: "Actually, I just came here."

Ackerman looked at the dreamlike scenery around him, and finally saw the familiar face.

"Casper!" Ackerman yelled as he rushed forward.

Casper, who was still confused, looked at Ackerman who was not far away, and asked in a daze, "I...where am I?"

He patted Casper's shoulder hard, and Ackerman laughed and said: "You have become a hero in the sacred realms, and you are already an immortal existence!"

"Heroic? Immortal? Me?"

Casper still seemed to be confused: "I still remember that I took my last breath in the Jungka Fortress. Then my body slowly became lighter, and I kept wandering in familiar locations one after another. I don’t know how long it took, I was suddenly sucked in here by a powerful force."

"You are in the sanctuary of the gods. If I read it right, there should be the golden tree behind us. This is the rumored atrium of Asgard, where the gods once lived."

Casper looked up and looked around and found that there were only dozens of war dead like him around him: "There are very few people here..."

"I heard from the shaman assembly that you are the first group of heroic spirits to enter the sanctuary..." Ackerman guessed, rubbing his chin, "After the twilight of the gods, Asgard was destroyed and the golden tree collapsed. It should be here. It is the reconstructed God's Domain once mentioned by the sons of the gods."

"Rebuilt God's Realm?" Casper was a little confused: "Then are we the only heroic spirit in this place? Are there any gods here? How big is this place?"

Ackerman shrugged: "Casper, I have discovered one thing now. After death, you really like to talk. Before, every sentence you talk to me never exceeds ten words. ."

"Nonsense!" Casper looked around and said helplessly: "I did want to go to heaven before I died, but I really came here, but I didn't know what to do!"

"I can't answer you about this kind of thing, maybe..."

Before Ackerman's words were finished, his body began to lift into the air, and he was caught off guard waving his arms indiscriminately, drifting higher and higher.

Casper, who was standing on the ground, looked at Ackerman in mid-air and asked anxiously: "What's the matter?!"

"I guess ~lightnovelpub.net~ is not a heroic me, I can't stay in the realm of God, now I am going back to the original world."

Ackerman, who was floating in the air, waved his hand towards Casper and shouted: "My good brother! I can only send you here! Please wait for me, one day, I will also be a hero to gather with you !"

Ackerman's figure gradually disappeared into the air, leaving only his voice echoing in the air.

When Ackerman opened his eyes again, he returned to the dark pilgrimage.

He touched his body and found that nothing was strange. He stared at the black roof in a daze. After a long time, he said softly: "Wait for me."

Pushing open the heavy stone door, the dazzling light filled the room again.

Ackerman walked to the door, looked at the thousands of people waiting outside the door, and shouted: "Death is no longer endless suffering, but the beginning of glory! The sons of the gods protect us!" ()

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