There are as many dark shadows in the sky as mosquitoes on a summer night, and the rhythm of a dense phobia is about to die.

"What kind of rhythm is this......"

Looking up at the sky, Mo Xie didn't understand what the large-scale cluster of mechanical sentinels meant here.

Moreover, the most bizarre thing is not the massive cluster of mechanical sentinels, but ......

The Sentinels seem to have lost interest in their vocation of 'hunting down mutants'.

They came from all directions, and then gathered high in the air, like soldiers who had heard the rallying call.

An order was issued that took precedence over 'Hunt Down Mutants'.

Mo Ye already had a guess in his heart, but at this moment, he couldn't know what that higher priority order was.

But he had a bad premonition - nonsense, who would think in the direction of 'good' when he saw such a scene?

"Inform Kuroko and return to the base as soon as possible! Leave the enemy alone! Let's get ready, and try to run to a place where there are no sentinels!"

Looking at the black dots in the sky, the sense of foreboding in Mo Ye's heart was like meeting the weeds of the spring rain, and soon, his whole person was a little creepy.

"Isn't it going to be a 'nuclear bomb washer' or something like that......?"

An unrealistic idea became clearer and clearer in his mind.

"Smack!"

The 'Angel Wings' opened behind him, and in order to facilitate his movement (road), Mo Xie did not remove it even when he was sleeping.

"I'm one step ahead!"

This man is so upright and brave even when he runs.

"Boom~!"

The propulsion of the 'Angel Wings' was not insignificant, but in a matter of seconds, Mo Xie turned into an afterimage with a trailing tail flame, and quickly galloped in the low sky between the mountains.

Although he has now regained the strength to be able to fight the mechanical sentinels head-on, he will never waste the mental power that he has been replenished with great difficulty unless he has to.

All he had left of him was the money to refuel again......

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"Boom Guy ......"

It's like a hellish ghost's grin, but the guy who makes it is a weird thing that doesn't even have a mouth or vocal cords.

The speed of the mechanical beast is nothing compared to the jet piloted by the blonde youth.

The body that survived the explosion was only the size of a van, and it was not traveling much faster than a van.

The Feathered Serpent's thrusters have not been retained, and all it can rely on are wings that mimic the structure of living organisms. And it's such a structure, and it's extremely 'oil-burning' to run.

There wasn't much energy left in its body, and even some of it was later drawn from the radiation wasn't enough to allow it to travel long distances.

So, it stopped as it should.

In the post-apocalyptic United States, it may be difficult to find nuclear power plants and military factories, but it is still possible to find ordinary factories and some inferior backup energy sources.

The mechanical beast has found a town that, according to its detection, is anomalous in the presence of electromagnetic waves.

It's a makeshift town formed by survivors of the post-apocalyptic apocalypse, built around a still-preserved car factory.

Of course, the 'car factory' is only a name for itself, in fact, the factory used to do the work of scrapping and recycling cars.

The factory is still in operation today, and survivors and passers-by who live in the town often trade here to get parts and repair their cars.

On this afternoon, the town welcomes a demon that descends from the sky.

The mechanical beast plunged headlong into the factory, and a violent explosion erupted in the factory.

"Missiles!"

"Air strike!"

"They're coming!"

The people at the center of the explosion were naturally finished, and the people outside the center of the explosion instantly raised the fear caused by the explosion by several levels.

They ran and shouted, and with the experience they had gained over their time in this era, they had tucked themselves into the nearest car - either with the keys or simply by smashing the window.

Immediately afterward, the town was filled with the sound of an engine starting.

It has to be said that the people of the United States reacted quickly, and no less than ten cars drove out of the town at lightning speed within a few seconds of the explosion.

Gone to the dust, with a style of 'real men never look back at explosions'.

They are lucky, because the 'Adversary from the Sky' will not be satisfied with just swallowing a factory.

Now that it's landed, it means it's looking at the whole town.

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"Let's go. ”

Deep in the Mutant Academy, 1973.

Although the intersection between the past and the future only occupies a second in the present life, it is no less than a century for Charles.

Sweat was on his forehead, and the sweat hit the tip of his nose, waking up a dream that seemed to be real and illusory.

"Whew!"

For a moment, Charles felt an indescribable sense of weightlessness.

It was as if the wheelchair he was sitting in suddenly fell apart.

"Professor?"

Charles didn't know what kind of look his face was on at this time, but it was probably so pale that Logan reached out and grabbed his shoulder.

His forehead hair was soaked with sweat, and the clothes on his body were not much different from those that had been fished out of the water.

However, Charles's eyes were clearer than ever.

No, it should be said that since Logan met the younger version of Charles, this is the Charles he has seen that most conforms to the image of 'Professor X' in his heart.

"Hank!How long will it take for the 'Mastermind' to activate again?!"

Charles ignored Logan's call, and with guidance from his future self, he knew very well how tight their time was.

The details of politeness will be added until this time after the matter is over.

"Wait a minute!

Hank's voice rang out from the end of the aisle.

"Rogan, let me read the information about 'Mo Evil'!"

The hand that was originally pressed on Logan's temple because of the other party's strong request had already fallen, but this time, Charles took the initiative to reach out his hand.

"Think carefully about 'Mo Evil' or 'Brady'! There are many broken parts of your memory! I need to know more!"

Charles Dow.