William Stryker stood nervously in front of the console, peeking through the surveillance screen on the screen at a certain isolation room a hundred meters away from the laboratory.

This is an extremely spacious room, the walls and floors are covered with high-strength titanium alloy plates, there is not the slightest gap, even the vents, are composed of hundreds of small holes like needle eyes, to prevent the leakage of internal substances to the greatest extent.

In the center of the room, a sarcophagus stood very strangely.

The sarcophagus was made of black speckled metamorphic rock, about two meters high, and was carved with a large number of symbolic patterns on the surface and inside, and a lean male Semitic man lay in the open interior.

He was close to thirty years old, with black hair, closed eyes, olive skin, 1.9 meters tall, and his body was covered with mysterious gray graphics, mostly in the form of demons and demons, and his thin body was buried with muscular lines like knives and axes.

He was the final plan for the Weapon X program.

One hundred and fifty years ago, a British archaeological team excavated the sarcophagus in a cave in a desert in the Middle East and attempted to bring it back to London by ferry.

However, when the ferry finally docked in the port of London, it was found dead dead on board, and no survivors could be found in all the cabins.

The frightened people blamed the sarcophagus for everything, and the angry and frightened crowd pried open the sarcophagus and burned the unconscious male Semitic inside.

Finally, when the raging flames scorched the skin of the person in the coffin, he woke up.

The man in the coffin killed all the citizens present, except for some children who were not as tall as wheels, and lay back in the sarcophagus on their own.

The terrified children told the Scotland-Yard police officers who arrived later that the man in the coffin had been muttering an obscure word to himself after the massacre.

The word was later proven to mean "triangle" in ancient Hebrew, and in modern times it can also be extended to mean the three houses in astrology.

Scotland Yard heeded the advice of the Protestants and lowered the sarcophagus into a wooden boat and let it drift along the current.

It wasn't until twenty years ago that S.H.I.E.L.D. discovered the sarcophagus during a search for anomalous objects, and after paying great losses, S.H.I.E.L.D. finally captured the coffin and handed it over to William Stryker, who was in charge of Project X, based on his mutant characteristics.

"This sarcophagus has been around for at least four thousand years, according to radioisotope detection," William Stryker muttered to himself, "and for twenty years we have been trying to find out the identity of the person in the coffin, trying to communicate with this mutant who is probably the oldest in the world, but these attempts have all failed without exception.

Any attempt to contact him will cause the person in the coffin to wake up, fall into a trance when he is new, and ignore any other creatures he encounters along the way, until a living person appears in his sight, and he will begin to function until he kills all humans in sight. ”

Eventually, the plan worked slowly but firmly, and the pipes that were densely inserted into the coffin made a "clang" sound, falling to the ground, and one or two drops of silvery-white Edelman metal slipped through the connections of the pipes.

All along, the liquid form of the Edelman alloy flows through the inner layers of the skin of the person in the coffin, like a shackle that binds the person in the coffin.

At this moment, as the final plan was activated, the circulation of the Edelman alloy was cut off, and the remaining mercury-like metal in the inner layer of the skin gushed out of the holes in the skin and splashed to the ground.

The man in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes, and the gray-black eyes reflected the cold light.

William Stryker stared at the surveillance screen and said softly, "Subject 076, codenamed Abel, I hope you don't let me down....."

076, or rather, Abel looked down a little dazedly, looking at the Edelman metal gushing out of the arteries of his wrists and ankles, and staggered a little.

With each step he took, Erdman's metal poured out a little, his movements more coherent and natural, and his streamlined muscle curves more pronounced.

Soon, Abel walked to the end of the room.

It was an extremely heavy security door, made entirely of protective titanium, and even with the frontal shelling of the main battle tank, it would take an extremely long time to dismantle.

But Abel just stood in front of the door, clenching his fists and swinging them.

There was a tooth-aching sound of metal zigzags, and fist marks were visible to the naked eye on the protective titanium safety door, which was concave to the center in a small margin.

Abel didn't even look at the fist, which was stained with some metal chips, and swung it again.

The fist that exceeded the yield limit slammed towards the safety door, and after a breath, the safety door half a meter thick had completely bent and fell backwards.

The air from the outside world penetrated into Abel's nostrils, and the sweet smell of blood was so touching that it aroused his desire to kill.

The delirious ancient mutant lifted his legs, crossed the threshold, and stepped into the hallway.

Three human soldiers fled in a hurry as they ran through the corridor in front of him, their delicate carotid arteries exposed.

Abel moved, spanning a distance of 64 meters in an instant, dragging the afterimage that was difficult to track with the naked eye, and sliced the neck of the victim with his ordinary palm.

Three human heads flew and landed, and blood splashed all over the sky,

Abel, bathed in the rain of blood, looked a little hideous, and it wasn't enough, he could still smell the smell of blood in the distance.

Wolverine, who was chasing the three human soldiers, had just crossed the corner of the corridor, and before he could react, he was grabbed by Abel's palm and twisted his head fiercely.

Click.

The crisp sound of fractures echoed in the corridors, and the self-healing ability at the cellular level quickly repaired the musculoskeletal damage, so that Wolverine would not die.

Abel looked blankly at the man whose neck was twisted 210 degrees but still survived, frowned slightly, bowed down, and tore off one of Wolverine's shoulders.

The screams echoed through the passage, and Wolverine's arm bones made of Edelman metal were completely detached from the flesh and skin, and the bright silver Edelman metal that would not be stained with blood was extremely conspicuous.

Abel thought for a moment, pinched Wolverine's neck, and sliced the entire back of his neck with his fingernails.

He probed his fingers into Wolverine's flesh and gripped the dragon in his spine, and with the sound of crackling fractures, the entire metal spine was brutally pulled out, and was held in Abel's hand like a long sword.

Bathed in mutant blood, Able was half-kneeling, the demon tattoos on his body more obvious, and chanting obscure ancient Hebrew in a chant-like tone.

"The Three Palaces, Lord of the Endless Void, Star Shifter, Beyond, Child of Void and Chaos, God of Primordial Darkness, Lord of Labyrinths, Master of Doors..."

Leon, who walked into the corner, was followed by a large number of mutants, he looked at the expressionless Abel, and also said in ancient Hebrew: "Hello, what is the three-palace demon you just said?" ”