The sky was obscure, like heavy rain was coming.

No sound.

There is no sound between heaven and earth.

Except for the man's whispered prayers.

"Lord, show grace, your servants will engrave your dogma on their bodies......"

Hoarse, low, as if infected by the obscurity of the sky.

The words that the saints often put on their lips resounded under this sky.

Beneath the sky are mountains of bones.

And what we call 'saints' are kneeling on top of the corpses.

His every word was tarnishing the title of 'Lord' - and of course, if the 'Lord' he believed in was Satan, that would be a tribute.

However, he still had a cross hanging from his chest.

A cross covered in dust and rust.

He prayed mechanically, until a strange noise came from somewhere in the four fields.

"Sa~!"

It seemed like it came from the sky, and it seemed like it came from somewhere on the earth.

It's like coming from the clouds, and it's like coming from the ruins of a stubbornly existing city not far away.

He couldn't tell.

He didn't need to tell.

He stopped praying and looked up.

Under the hood, his pale face had an expression written on it called 'Joy'.

Concentrate.

Hold one’s breath.

"Sa~!"

There was another strange noise.

"Ahh

The man couldn't bear it any longer, and he was sure that it was the transports coming.

The movement of a huge object through the air and clouds.

You can't go wrong.

Without dwelling on why he didn't hear the roar of the transport's engines this time, the man who had witnessed the miracle trusted his own judgment.

Then he waved his hands, and let out a hoarse, indistinct roar from his mouth.

People, when they are excited, are about to lose their minds, dancing and talking incoherently, they are a pair of twin brothers and sisters.

"Sa~!"

There was a strange noise in the sky.

The man knows that this is his 'food and clothing' getting closer and closer.

So he waved and shouted harder and harder, and from a distance, he stood on top of the pile of corpses as if he were doing some unknown dance that he needed to voice himself.

However......

"Roar~!"

The maker of the strange noise finally poked his head out of the clouds, and the huge and hideous snake head was by no means the image of a transport ship that men were familiar with.

The man's voice and movements are frozen, as if someone pressed the pause button while a movie was playing.

He froze in place, his hands and feet chilling inexplicably.

"Sa~!"

It's just that the presence in the sky that he had never seen before completely ignored his movements.

It wasn't going to pay attention to the man.

No, it should be said that it didn't notice the man in the first place.

Its attention was all on the ruins of the city not far from the corpses.

It sensed that the ruins contained what it desperately needed.

Energy.

So it made the trek all the way.

"Ahh......hh

The man's movements stiffened for too long, and his body couldn't support such a freeze for too long.

He was already too weak, and coupled with the previous shouting, it was good that he didn't roll directly off the pile of corpses at this moment.

He tilted his head and looked at the monster in the sky.

The snake body, Zhang Yi, a head alone is worth the size of a building in his vague memory.

"What is this?"

The inexplicable and great fear made him tremble, and unconsciously, he grasped the cross on his chest with a trembling hand.

"Roar~!"

The monster roared and twisted down from the sky, its slender body drawing an inexplicable arc in the sky.

A fragment suddenly popped up in the man's mind:

The scene is an aquarium, and the protagonist is some kind of fish whose name he has forgotten, and through the glass, he sees its swimming movements.

In front of me and in retrospect, the two pictures coincided at this moment.

The monsters gliding from the sky seem to have traveled through countless years, from the aquarium in men's memories all the way to the present.

In a trance, the man has a delusion.

He did not live in the last days.

Nor was he standing on top of a pile of corpses.

He's not even a human being.

He's just a speck of dust in a fish tank, or a fish insect that can't be smaller.

Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat dried shrimp, and dried shrimp eat small worms.

He's the poor bug, not even a shrimp.

He has an instinctive fear of 'fish'.

The huge monster slid over his head, and the wind it brought up easily pushed him off the pile of corpses.

He fell down and lay down with his fellow men, with his food.

His world went into a slumber.

The last recognizable scene in front of me was the direction in which the monster was heading and where it had landed.

It was the ruins of the city behind him.

"That city...... What's your name......?"

The man couldn't remember.

Then his consciousness sank with doubts.

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Temples and turrets have all been connected to the center console.

With shame, everyone's productivity has simply doubled.

They need to cover the anxiety in their hearts with the weariness of their labor.

But when everything they could do had been done, they fell back into that uneasiness.

So they gathered together in twos and threes, or scattered in twos, ones, twos, twos.

There was a bonfire in the temple again, but there was no longer a woman's singing around the bonfire compared to last night.

Everyone was speechless, but swallowed the water and food in their hands.

"Isn't the professor awake?"

I don't know who was the first to break the silence.

"Not yet. ”

Stormgirl replied.

There was no expression on her face, and her tone was very plain.

The medicine that Magneto gave to everyone was actually just a mutant gene inhibitor plus an ordinary sleeping pill, which would not have caused any danger.

“……”

Bobby, who was sitting on the side, opened his mouth to look at the shape of his mouth, afraid to ask, 'What to do'.

But he didn't ask.

'What to do'?

Who knows?

Mo Xie is in retreat, Professor X himself is still asleep, and Magneto is only buried in his studio at the moment because of his suspicion with everyone, and he doesn't meet everyone at all.

None of the three most vocal people were present, so no one dared or was fit to answer the question.

So Bobby swallowed his question hard.

"We're going to hold on here, even if it's a mess out there, if Logan goes back in time and rewrites history, then everything will be fine. ”

As Bobby's lover, the phantom cat, who sat at one end of the stone offering table with little blood on his face, said this coldly.