The world after the war was already in shambles, and the civilization belonging to mankind began to enter the era of war. At the edge of the city, the blood-colored canopy continues to spread, further eroding the traces left by humans.

The huge yellow star in the sky is constantly burning, the endless energy is swaying towards the blue planet, and a large number of high-energy substances are constantly swaying towards the universe, and a small part of it descends on the blue planet, and the blazing light bakes the earth, even a small part of it makes the leakage on the sunny ground uncomfortable.

New York Southwest, Washington.

The earth cracked, the dilapidated city turned into ruins, between the already dilapidated buildings, the breeze blew, rolled up yellow smoke and gravel, and the raised yellow sand mixed with debris kept wandering in this ruin, and from time to time there appeared in the corner of the city ruins one or two vigilant figures, like rats crossing the street cautiously wandering in this ruin.

The sparse figure of Lala added some popularity to the city, and did not turn the city into a dead city without people.

Somewhere in the ruins of the city, a few survivors watched cautiously and vigilantly, and behind them was their gathering place.

The dark, airtight semi-basement with closed windows revealing tiny gaps and subtle rays of light shining through this small dark space, illuminating a small area. In the dim light, a pale-faced blonde boy was carefully recording something, and the sound of the tip of the pen rubbing against the paper was clearly visible in the confined space.

“…… Today the Blood Clan is here again, this time it is the Light Warrior of the Blood Clan......"

“…… I don't know what's going on, they're showing up so often today, I can feel how irritated they are......"

“…… The Blood Light Warrior is very powerful, and can produce terrifying light, and I have seen a powerful Super Warrior turn to ashes under the pillar of light. I've heard the adults here say that it's called a photoion cannon, and it's very powerful......"

“…… Today Uncle Sam said he was leaving and asked me if I wanted to go. Uncle Sam said that the blood mushroom blanket was going to spread, and it couldn't live here......"

“…… Fungus blankets, very scary things. Like hungry devils, they consume everything they come across, not only living things, but also rocks and dirt are their food......"

……

The basement was quiet, except for the sound of writing and muffled breathing. There was not much space in the basement, and there were eight survivors in a dark corner except for the little boy, and with the help of the dim light, each of them could be seen with exhaustion on their faces and dark red blood stains on their shabby clothes. Ignoring whether the floor is clean or not, he leans directly against the wall and sits on the ground.

Fight. Fleeing, fearing, each of these living survivors is under tremendous mental pressure, and at this time they are enjoying a rare relaxation in this small basement, and they are seizing every time to recover their tired bodies.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, there was a continuous crashing sound, and the basement space began to shake!

"What sound?" "What happened?" "Is the Bloodline here?" "Let's go out and have a look."

The sudden change woke everyone in the basement, and a series of suppressed exclamations interrupted the little boy's record. Then there was the sound of deliberately lowered footsteps. The little boy looked up, his brown eyes revealing in the dim light. It was full of vigilance and calmness, and he quickly put his notebook in his pocket and followed it with agile footwork, like a cat in the jungle.

The person who crawled out of the basement was already stunned at this time, looking up at the countless black dots in the sky in the distance getting bigger and bigger, and the roar of machinery. And that familiar appearance, telling them that this is a flying machine that belongs to human civilization.

The high temperature of the ground distorts the air near the ground, so that no one usually haunts this temperature, but at this time no one pays attention to this, and more and more people are coming from underground. From the corner, he slowly walked out of the ruins, wearing tattered clothes, looking up at the sky with a gray face, and his expression was wary.

"Uncle Sam, is this the army you are talking about, are they here to save us?" The pale calm blonde boy looked at the fighter jets whizzing through the sky and whispered excitedly. The pale little face showed a rare flush.

There was no answer, no notice, the warhead group roared by, and a large number of metal boxes were dropped!

Shout! Shout! Shout......

Countless sounds of breaking the air sounded, and the heavy metal box constantly collided with the ground, and with the flying fragments, the ground was smashed, and the metal box began to deform. The green liquid began to leak. A green mist began to disperse between the ruins of the city. The green mist dispersed faster than expected, and in an instant, the ruins of the city were enveloped.

Washington, Seattle, Los Angeles......

Confederation, China, Russia......

In the lonely cosmic void, the blue planet began to be covered with green.

"It's crazy." At the junction of the real and the illusory of the cosmic void, Edward was suspended there, looking at the rapidly expanding green of the transfiguration planet, and sighed.

"Mr. Charles, is there anything you want to say about this?" Turning his head to look at Professor X with a complicated face beside him, Edward said with some curiosity. He also wanted to know what kind of psychology the good people in reality around him were at this time.

In the green mist, countless people turned into hideous monsters in the blink of an eye, but more people were directly exploded and turned into a part of the green mist. Turning everyone into monsters is already comparable to that of him, the big devil.

"Ah, help!" "It hurts!" "What's going on!" "Has God forsaken your Lamb?"

The ears suddenly echoed with a soul-tearing wail, telling of misery and helplessness, and it hurt my heart. Charles's eyes were as calm as the sea, and then he regained his composure.

"A drop of water can never be found until it is hidden in the sea. Mr. Edward, what you do is to bring about the evolution of humanity, and the rebirth of mutants. Charles looked at Edward with a blank expression.

"Huh, whether those people want to or not?" Edward looked at the professor beside him in surprise, "Professor, you remind me of Magneto. ”

"Although I am more inclined to identify with each other mentally, the formal similarity from external forces is clearly more in line with the same kind that humans identify with." Charles' face was bitter.

"Hehe, 'short-sightedness' is undoubtedly more in line with the public's way of thinking." Edward shrugged, not surprised, humans have never been a visionary race. (To be continued.) )