"Oops, oops."

In the sea off the coast of Jersey City, on a moving yacht, a clown with a fancy shirt and big shorts, and a beach hat lies on the side of the yacht.

The guy was holding a telescope in his hand and seemed to be looking at everything that was happening on the distant shore.

On his neck, there was a wound that was healing.

That's obviously not because he has any special abilities, except for his gloomy and sneaky thinking, the clown is just an ordinary person.

Someone apparently helped him heal the fatal wound.

"The look on Mr. Merlin's face is funny... The ups and downs of life are nothing more than that. ”

The clown chattered as he adjusted the focus:

"I've tried to invade his mind with a golden apple before, but his will is as strong as steel, and the golden apple can't affect him at all."

"So I'm curious, my dear friend Omen, how did you make him in a trance?"

"I use my abilities."

Behind the clown, at the round table on the deck of the yacht, Mr. Omen, dressed like an old gentleman of the Middle Ages, holds a glass of red wine.

Leaning back in his chair, blowing in the sea breeze, he whispered:

"And I'm going to correct you, Arthur, I didn't mean to make him in a trance... I wanted to take over his will, but unfortunately, as you said, even I can't shake the iron will. ”

Mr. Omen took a sip of wine, and he said regretfully:

"I can't help but feel frustrated, counting this time, I'm already in the hands of Mr. Merlin, and I've failed twice... What a shame. ”

"It's hard to fail in the process, but if it turns out, everything is good."

The clown put down his binoculars, picked up the colorful cane at hand, and said to Mr. Omen:

"Poor Summers is dead, the result you wanted to see has been achieved, and the scene I wanted has appeared..."

The guy picked up another glass of wine like a dirt bun, and he raised his glass to Mr. Omen, not caring that the paint on his lips was stained with the wine.

He took a sip of wine and said to Mr. Omen:

"So, it's a pleasure to work with."

"Well, it's time to say goodbye."

Mr. Omen picked up a delicate and quaint pocket watch and looked at the time, and he said to the clown:

"We probably won't see each other again, Arthur..."

"You're working for a group of ferocious people, and for the sake of your willingness to take this debt on my shoulder, I want to remind you that the people who have worked with Hydra in history have not ended well."

"It's okay!"

The clown looked very free-spirited, and he waved his hand and said to Mr. Omen:

"I don't care much about life or death... I care about the game itself, whether it's exciting enough, whether it attracts old friends that I crave to see. ”

"Actually, I once read it in a boring book."

The Joker scratches at his messy hair, and he gives Mr. Omen a strange smile:

"They say that if this life cannot be used to pursue what they love..."

"So what's the difference between being alive and being dead?"

He took the wine in his hand, and spread his arms outstretched, like a mad maniac, not caring that the wine in his hand was spilled all over the floor, and he winked at Mr. Omen, and said:

"I will prove to everyone that the hypocritical order is just a process..."

"The absolute justice of chaos is the end!"

With that, the clown let out a series of high-pitched and ugly laughs, and he spun his cane like a magician, stepped off Mr. Omen's yacht, got into a small boat, and sailed to the other side of the sea.

He's going back to New York.

There, another stage is ready, just waiting for the actors to take their places.

Mr. Omen was still sitting on the deck chair in the same big man's position.

He watched as the clown disappeared into the blue sea, and in the shadows behind him, the tall assassin appeared silently.

As soon as he shook his hand, Summers' bloody heart was thrown on Mr. Omen's desk, staining everything on it with blood.

"Your Excellency Ancestral Wolf, you don't seem to be in a good mood."

Mr. Omen frowned, looked at the heart on the table, and said:

"Are you protesting to me?"

The man in the assassin's suit pulled out his chair and sat down across from Mr. Omen with a big grin, and he said:

"It's not a protest, I just think it's boring... I'm more interested in a head-to-head fight with that Merlin than an assassination, and he looks like a good opponent. ”

"I advise you not to do that."

Mr. Omen glanced at the man in front of him, who took off his mask.

revealed a face that was similar to Logan's 7 points, but covered with a beard and long loose hair, which looked wilder and more vicissitudes.

That face was filled with a domineering momentum.

His name is Romulus...

Don't doubt that he is the legendary founder of ancient Rome.

A child raised by a wolf, the source of all self-healing factors, a legend that has long since died out in history, one of the original mutants.

He is the bloodline of the Hatley family and the ancestor of Wolverine Logan.

And the one who has been secretly manipulating his fate.

He prefers to be called "Ancestral Wolf" by others than Romulus.

That's an honorific title.

"Your Excellency Ancestral Wolf, Merlin. Riley is a dangerous man. ”

Mr. Omen turned his head to look at the shore, which was being shrouded and disintegrated by a chaotic force, and he looked at the thunder and superman whistling in the sky, and he whispered:

"I'm not trying to provoke you, and I'm sure even Merlin can't kill you, but if you want to win, it's hard... Hard. ”

"As long as you have a good time, isn't it?"

The ancestral wolf snorted, and he said:

"Winning or losing is not that important, especially for someone like me, being alive for a long time is torture, it's a curse you can't understand, Essex."

"I'm losing interest in everything in the world."

Romulus reached out and touched the beating heart on the table, and said:

"All I care about now is if I can have a perfect successor before I leave... Logan, the most promising of all my offspring, cannot be affected by his fate. ”

"This has become your demon, Lord Ancestral Wolf."

Mr. Omen stood up with a frown, walked to the deck of the yacht, and said to the ancestral wolf behind him:

"In order to mold Logan into what you want, you interfere with his life again and again, killing his lover, and taking his children."

"I know you're treating Logan like a piece of wrought iron, and he's been beaten and pressured to make him a talent, but the problem is, there's clearly something wrong with your way of upbringing..."

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Mr. Omen's face, and he said:

"Look at Daken who was brought out by you, that young man with a lot of potential has been raised by you, he can't even beat the little girl of the Merlin family, and he always causes trouble for you..."

"You really should learn from Merlin in this regard."

"I've got my ideas, you don't have to, Essex."

The ancestral wolf stood up, and he said:

"I do what you ask me to help you do, and you do what I ask you to do!"

"It's not over yet!"

With his left hand behind his back, Mr. Omen raised his right hand and said:

"After they're done, you're going to have your heart back."

"Give Cyclops back?"

The ancestral wolf asked in surprise:

"I thought you wanted him dead."

"Summers can't die..."

Mr. Omen said in a serious tone:

"Millions of genetic calculations have come to fruition, and only he and Jean. Grey's genetic union, born through natural birth, is the hope we have been looking for..."

"Their union will give birth to the most powerful mutant ever created, even rivaling the Apocalypse!"

"Your Excellency Ancestral Wolf, you have also fought against the Apocalypse, and you know how difficult that tyrant is..."

"We must accomplish this for the sake of the times that will survive in the future, for the sake of the countless beings present and in the future."

"But you're teaming up with a dangerous madman and even the dangerous lords of Hell to try to kill Jean here. Grey. ”

The ancestral wolf looked at the shores that were being broken down into black holes, and he said:

"I don't understand, what the hell are you up to?"

"It's simple."

Mr. Omen said:

"What I need is a piano. Grey's genes, not a dark phoenix that can spiral out of control at any moment..."

"I don't want our future hopes to be disturbed by the power of the phoenix, Jean is pitiful, and her fate is bumpy. In fact, I also wanted to use the power of the phoenix to fight the apocalypse. ”

"But unfortunately, her weak personality is an unstable factor, and it is likely that the heavens will use it against us, so... Cruel as it is, she must be eliminated. ”

"As for her replacement... I'm ready for it. ”

"Summers must live, that heart must be returned, I know it's hard, but I'll help you, Lord Ancestral Wolf."

Mr. Omen's request seems to be a bit difficult and vexatious.

But Romulus, the ancestral wolf sitting in the chair, did not refuse, and looking at the destruction of the shoreline, he whispered:

"Tell me honestly, Essex."

"In addition to the children of Cyclops and Jean, how many other plans have you prepared?"

"From the day I knew you, I knew that you had been working for the complete burial of the Apocalypse, and I am sure that you would certainly not have pinned all your hopes on a baby that had not yet been born."

"A lot, I've prepared a lot."

Mr. Omen looked at the shore, and a glint flashed in his dark red eyes, and he said:

"Mr. Merlin is such a strange man that he brings me new hope... Lorna, Wanda, Franklin, and your youngest bloodliner, Laura... They will all be a valuable force against the apocalypse..."

"But to lead those children with infinite potential into the right destiny, Lord Merlin, who has been sheltering them and preventing them from growing..."

"He must disappear!"

"Although he defeated me, I have no grievances with him, and I even admire his efforts to defend the world."

Mr. Omen sighed lightly, and said:

"But at the end of the day, it's not a personal vendetta."

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"Boom"

In the sense of psychic power, he learned that his lover was dead, and the piano was completely out of control.

A mysterious power originating from the ancient universe took over her body, an indescribable perception like a harp. Grey's body burst out like a greedy and hungry beast, looking at Liana, the queen of the border, standing in front of her.

Liana shuddered at the touch of the scorching, strangely slippery serpent-like will.

Xuanlan had told her that the phoenix was a type of ancient spirit.

Although they exist in strange forms, they also have certain characteristics of spirits, they are not good at thinking, and they do not need to think.

They act on instinct, and the instinct of a hungry phoenix is...

Engulf.

"Boom"

The blood-red light engulfed Liana's entire castle at this moment, like a giant beast gnawing on the castle.

Two-thirds of the castle, along with most of its demonic servants, disappeared in an instant.

They turned into the purest energy, consumed by the ancient will.

Liana could hear a soothing moan as she ate, which woke her up.

"Click"

The Soul Slayer Sword appeared in Liana's hand, and the Border Queen was not going to attack the runaway Jean, she knew very well that she was no match for Phoenix.

Luckily, when Jean was sent here, Merlin had already told her to guard against a possible loss of control.

In the next moment, the Frontier Queen called for the power of this dimension, and with the help of the remaining road markers in the basement, a rift through other hells was forcibly opened under the pressure of the entire hell border power.

It's like a giant mouth of the abyss, swallowing the phoenix that is standing there enjoying its food.

"Huh"

The rift closed in the next moment, and before Liana had time to wipe the sweat from her face, she grabbed her ring and screamed at Merlin:

"She's out of control! She may be going to you soon! Get ready! ”

"Whew!"

In another dimension of hell far from the borders of hell, the phoenix that was thrown into it by Liana stretched its body, and behind her there were flaming light feathers, forming two brilliant wings.

Terrifying flames rose from the place where she was looking.

But everywhere the flames went, all the scorched earth, the roaring demons and the treacherous devils, the scorching floating islands that filled the airspace.

All living and non-living beings who have fallen into the evil nature and cannot extricate themselves are devoured as if they were being disintegrated.

The realm of hell was awakened, and it stood up from its throne in a daze, the four eyes on its face looking at where the phoenix was.

But a moment later, the terrifying, but unbelievable daughter of the Hell Lord, the Super Rank Great Demon, let out a low laugh.

"Eat, eat, eat more."

The Three Palaces sat back on their thrones, feeling the power of hell that was being stripped away.

It was not angry, but filled with a strange joy.

It was sealed in its own hell by its own daughter, Raven, the unruly and arrogant queen with amazing potential, and the power of the same origin made it impossible to break the seal from within.

But now, the opportunity to break the seal has appeared.

The phoenix is devouring its hell, and it's okay, let it eat.

The more it ate, the weaker Hell itself became, and the seal connected to the power of Hell itself weakened with it.

It's like a crack in a closed door...

All the third house has to do is keep expanding it until it reveals a hole that allows it to enter and exit freely.

But the phoenix still has sanity.

Or rather, the obsession of the collapsing Jean was still affecting it, and the force stopped devouring in chagrin, and she raised her head and looked into the heavens of hell.

The next moment, the shackles between hell and the present world were easily torn apart, and the figure of the phoenix flashed away from the three palaces of hell.

On the beach of the present world, Merlin felt the space shatter, and he stood up from the corpse of Summers with regret on his face, and in the flash of thunder, Thor with a warhammer in hand and Superman fell beside him.

The iron man and the captain glanced at each other, and put aside the contradiction for the time being.

Under the silent gaze of everyone, in the fragmentation of space, a lady in a black dress walked out of the torn space.

Here she comes...

The Dark Phoenix, born out of extreme despair and pain...

Here it comes.