Erik, is this your choice? Professor X's complex voice rang out in the gap between the real and the unreal. The calm eyes reflected the image of Magneto vanishing.

At this moment, the psychology of the mutant leader, the most powerful psychic ability on the planet, is very complicated. Magneto is his best friend, and the two of them can be said to have given everything for the mutants. From the first comrades-in-arms, to the two became more and more distant because of the concept.

Magneto is arrogant, his mutant identity, powerful abilities, and dedication to his own ideas all make Magneto's whole person full of edges and corners. For everything about himself, he has an obsession, something like "If you are not free, you would rather die!" "Tough will!

This kind of toughness in practicing his will runs through his words and deeds. Now that he saw that his former friend had changed, Professor X didn't know what kind of psychology he was. The joy of the other party's "growth" is still the sadness of compromise in disguise. He didn't know......

……

The anger does not stop, and the power does not stop. After the high energy of matter, this characteristic did not disappear, and the Hulk imprisoned in the chest of Adam Giant completely became a power source, and with the endless anger of the Hulk, a steady stream of power was transmitted to the whole body of the Light Giant.

Under the control of the supercomputer, the silver-white pyramid directly began to ionize, turning into a stream of high-energy particles into the body of Adam Giant. It was as if the dead had gained life, and the sleeping gods had begun to awaken.

"That's power!" A low, hoarse voice rang out. It seems to be a person whispering, and it seems to be ten thousand people singing. The giant looked up calmly into the distance. The light illuminates the void, and the ground is like an extra sun, and the light dissipates and disappears in place.

In the gap between the unreal and the real, in addition to Edward and Charles, there were suddenly countless more points of light, and a third guest came to this lonely and empty gap. George looked up and down. The calm mentality he has cultivated over the years has made him now look at the place where he appeared with a cold gaze, full of penetrating eyes, and he wants this strange place to be completely seen.

"Is this the world as you see it?" Turning his head, George Washington looked at the other two people in the space. The cold tone was complicated: "This is the world in the eyes of the transcendent, a world that ordinary people will never understand." Hehe, the world is really stingy. ”

The joy of being extraordinary, the panic of previous ignorance, the mercy of those "ordinary people". George, who is over half a hundred years old, never imagined that he would have such mixed feelings now.

For the first time, humans set foot on the ocean and learned about the vastness of the world; For the first time, human beings stepped out of the planet and saw the vastness of the universe. The impact of this kind of world cognition has brought surprises beyond imagination. And how much surprise it brings, how much jealousy it brings!

Extraordinary, extraordinary, not only in terms of power, but also in terms of vision. It's like a fish in the water that will never understand that there is a wider world beyond the surface of the water and beneath the earth. A more complete, more realistic world.

Embark on a transcendent path to discover the truth of the world.

Mutants, superpowers, just because of luck, because of the love of heaven and earth, can see with their own eyes and experience another side of the world that is unknown. And the price paid is so insignificant. At this moment, jealousy rose in his heart that he had never felt before. Be jealous of those mutants who are born with supernatural abilities!

"The world has never been stingy. As long as you want to get to know her, she's always there. Show yourself in the most selfless manner. As much as you can, she'll show as much as you can. Looking at George, whose eyes were full of jealousy, Charles shook his head and disagreed with his opinion, and his gentle gaze seemed to soothe the waves of his heart.

I felt my state of mind slowly calming down, and looked at the gentle eyes in front of me. Wanting that the person in front of him was a mutant with powerful psychic abilities, George smiled self-deprecatingly.

"I can't imagine that Mr. George would complain about the world." Looking at the old man in front of him, Edward said with a smile. A hint of amusement flashed through my mind. This feeling is like suddenly seeing the top rich and handsome in the previous life complaining about the injustice of fate. There is always an inexplicable sense of joy.

Born into a powerful family, it has the same name as the founder of that country. The people in front of him are inherently different, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as the pride of the sky. It can be said that from the moment he was born, he was destined to stand at the top of the pyramid. Complaining about the world, for him should not exist at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of shape." Returning to his usual composure, the old man chuckled. It seems that I am amused by the way I just looked.

The world is inherently unfair. Some people give everything and fail in the end; Some people don't have to work hard to be successful. Just like himself, whether it is his birth family or his own talent, it is an injustice to 99% of the people in this world.

"Instead of complaining, getting everything you want with your own hands is what you should do." George looked at Edward and Charles and said with a smile. As a capitalist, taking what you want is what you should do.

"Deep theory. Just Mr. George, are you ready? Edward asked seriously, "Extraordinary power requires extraordinary wisdom to be at your disposal. Are you ready? “

George was smiling and looking at the world with his eyes, and the illusory world couldn't stop his gaze from looking at the world that was changing......

New York.

The Blood Veil, the birthplace of the Bloodline. It's like a hurricane raging on the sea, and in the midst of the bloody curtain, the waves are monstrous. The blood-colored viscous liquid was constantly tumbling, and powerful bloodlines were being created one after another. In the sky and underground, there are countless blood clans densely arranged, just like a group of soldiers neatly arranged, looking into the distance.

Airplanes!

Heaven and earth roared, and then, a sea of light appeared between heaven and earth, and the waves were mighty, like a tsunami, drowning towards the blood clan! In the blink of an eye, countless blood clans were submerged, and at the same time, the blood curtain in the sky was covered by a sea of light.

“…… Data lifting, information modification, magnetic field resonance ......"

"Mind infected."

Computers without intelligence are still working, and a strange magnetic field begins to envelop the sea of light. The pure and vast flood of information began to cleanse everything that enveloped it with a magnetic field as a carrier.

The Bloodline was born through Edward's hand. The essence is based on the abilities of this world of Kovinas. Whether it is the vampires of the past, the current bloods, or the werewolves, they all have a natural connection to Alexander Kovinas itself. This connection cannot be severed.

The Bloodline is gone, and the Blood Curtain is eroded......

Defenseless, like a helpless human under a tsunami. Under the attack of this kind of thinking, along the connection of the source, this torrent of data easily washed away the blood clan and the information contained in the blood curtain, and quickly assimilated. Become a part of the sea of light.

"This ability to assimilate the mind? It's a weapon of thought. Edward looked at the old man in front of him in surprise, and turned his head to look at Charles on the side. From the attack just now, he saw similar abilities to Charles.

First surprised. Although when the giant was formed, Edward guessed that the other party might have similar abilities as mind control or hypnosis, but he did not expect that the other party had already developed a mind weapon. Of course, it is also surprising that Charles also contributed to the development of such a powerful weapon.

Then came the surprise. Yes, it's a surprise. The fact that this kind of weapon, which is a little vague even in concept, has now been used, shows that the other side has done a lot of research in this area.

Mental weapons, in Edward's view, can also be information attacks. Modifying information at the abstract level is different from hypnosis, reading, and changing that only acts on the mind, but goes a step further, modifying information at the abstract level to affect concrete external objects.

This weapon was not unfamiliar to Edward, even very familiar, and not only in the Osborne Building not so long ago, but he had touched this idea alone. All the more so because this philosophy is very similar to his alchemy!

Abstraction affects concrete, information interferes with matter.

Looking at the surprised Edward and the solemn Charles, a smile appeared on George's calm face.

"The appearance on the macroscopic level, the genetic sequence on the microscopic level. Conceptual things such as the concrete body, or the abstract soul, belong to information. ”

"Whether it is Mr. Edward's alchemy, or Professor X's psychic ability, it is very inspiring to us. From Mr. Edward's understanding of information and the alchemy that is almost creational, we have expanded our thinking, and with reference to the teaching of mental abilities, we have developed a weapon comparable to nuclear weapons, the mind weapon. ”

"Information, power, reality. We never thought they would be so connected, and we didn't expect them to be so strong. ”

Looking at the illusory world, the bloods that were originally invincible and oppressed them were now disappearing and turning into countless points of light, George had never felt so powerful.

In the face of the attack of the mind weapon, which is beyond the concept of comprehension, the blood clan has no defense ability at all. That's a crushing at the level of weapons. It's like the crushing of cold weapons by hot weapons in previous wars.

The assimilated bloodline is like a programmed robot, and in the way that the power called Kakukendo is used, it has become the only thinking ability in the mind. It is released to the maximum extent possible, and after ionization, it turns into the most basic particles, and gradually becomes a part of the sea of light.

"With the convergence and accumulation of capital, an ordinary person will gain 'powerful' power."

"All things are one with me, and I am Adam."

As he spoke, countless rays of light were converging around George, pouring out of the illusory world and converging towards George's body. (To be continued.) )