Leaving the previous era, Eric struggled through the cracks of time and space. ±

It is an infinite interweaving of light and shadow, sometimes a rotating nebula, sometimes a dead and silent darkness, and some pictures often jump out of the void, which is a scene that has attracted the attention of the world in a certain period, and they are engraved in the hearts of all people, becoming one of the epitomes of that era.

In this vast ocean of time, the only thing that can guide Eric is the power that lurks in the era he came, and the building that was supposed to be used as an amplification tool has now become a lighthouse, providing him with coordinates for his wandering in the void.

At this time, there was no other tool to help him move faster, only the new power of the fusion of will and magnetic field could be used in this light and shadow.

The mind expands, the power surging in all directions, if it is in the real world, this time Eric can destroy a 10,000-ton giant ship, but in the long river can only make him advance a short space, which is not only the relationship between the depth of strength, but more importantly, the mastery of the laws of time and space, just like when a strong man stands in the boxing ring, he can punch the opponent away, but the same power is exerted in the water, which will only make him spin in place, this is due to different environments, moderate use of strength to go further, Rather than just race attrition.

Despite his caution, it was still extremely difficult to move forward, and the next time travel was more complicated than he had imagined, a realm he had never touched before. Endless turmoil is the main theme here, and their impact on the body is secondary, and the squeeze on the soul is the most troublesome.

Sometimes, if Eric is not careful, he will feel his memory disappear a little, and he will touch some kind of vortex and trap himself in it. Thankfully, most of the missing details were inconsequential details, and the truly precious memories were still in his mind. And there is no sign of what is missing. This is due to the fact that he is not indigenous to this world, and some people see his arrival, but no one knows about his past.

His past only stayed in the world of the Lord God, and the time when he came was not yet close.

Now all he has to do is learn to swim in this river of time, although he was once a bird soaring in the sky, but now he might as well experience what it is like to be a fish.

Only in this way can he smoothly return to his own time.

As the discontinuous river drifts, Eric can gradually feel the fluctuations beneath the surface of light and shadow through the exploration of his mind, which are subtle and abnormal. But it's not elusive, it's acting at a special frequency. They seem fragile, as if they can be twisted to pieces with a single grip, but in fact they are extremely persistent, and the invisible fluctuations stubbornly wave according to the established frequency, you can push them away, but the existing trend will still push them back to a similar track.

See, feel, touch, think...... That's the only pleasure he has in the drift, and there's no zài time here anyway. It itself represents a collection of time, so the lonely time traveler is not anxious except for loneliness, as long as he can successfully reach the other side, all the efforts will be rewarded.

Thoughts waved. Touching the light everywhere, the coordinates seem to be far and near, and sometimes even diverged, but there is its positioning. Eric can be confident that the effort has not been in vain.

In the midst of this wandering, he suddenly encountered some abnormal existence, and a strange feeling spread along his mind. React on itself.

Eric felt his soul shake, and vaguely he seemed to touch an invisible barrier.

This is the first time he has touched the existence of the tide of time, just like a person floating in a river, suddenly grabbing a standing reef, and finally being able to jump out of the water and take a look at the surrounding scenery.

The thought slowly projected out, this time he finally saw more clearly, in front of him was not a solidified existence, but a deep rift, behind the rift, there was indescribable darkness and depth, it was like a giant snake entrenched in the universe, devouring galaxies and destroying the world, just looking at it, it would make people tremble uncontrollably from the depths of their souls, but at the same time there was an indescribable attraction, as if floating in the far-reaching otherworld, there was a beautiful song that seemed to float in the far-reaching otherworld.

At this moment, Eric forgot the beacon of information from the other side, forgot that its power was about to run out, and just squinted his eyes, and looked closely at the other end of the rift, and after the vast and boundless depth, an incomparably familiar feeling entered his mind, and now he finally knew how far away the Lord God was from this new world.

An inconspicuous thread passes through the rift, from the other end to this side of the long river of time and space, and what it connects is the soul of the time traveler. Through this thread, the power of the Lord God slowly but surely penetrates into the new world, and Eric is its switch.

Now, Eric realized.

The beautiful song with illusory fluctuations became clearer and clearer, and the darkness hidden behind it was endless, just when the light of the lighthouse on the other side flickered and was about to go out, Eric finally woke up, and he decisively chose the closest piece of light and shadow to blend in.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already another era.

At the CIA's secret research base in Washington, D.C., a dark blue car stopped far in front of the building, and several people stepped out of it.

For a fat man wearing black-rimmed glasses, he pointed to the young man next to him and proudly introduced it.

"Welcome to my base." He said. "My duty is to study the capabilities used for defense or offense, our enemy Shaw, whatever he did before, now that he is working with the Soviets, I need your help to stop them."

"Great, so we're the CIA's mutant unit now?" The young man next to him asked excitedly.

"Pretty much." The fat man paused and replied.

Under his leadership, the group of young mutants walked all the way into the base, saw the most advanced sound planes at the moment, accidentally crashed into Hank, a genius researcher who was also a mutant but unknown, and then helped him build a device to enhance brain waves to enhance telepathic abilities.

The user is none other than the young Charles. Xavier.

"It will help us find more mutants." The fat man looked out the window, and not far away a spherical building sat on a flat green field.

"I thought you had all found them." Charles was speaking wittily, and when he turned around, he saw his companion in a black thread shirt walking over.

"Eric?" He happily shouted the name of his new companion he had met not long ago. "You've decided to stay?"

The young man with the same name as Magneto nodded slightly, his appearance similar to that of a Time Traveler, but there was more tyranny and persistence in his eyes.

"If there are new species. It should be manifested by its own kind. "This Eric looks at Charles, and then at the person in charge here." Charles and we came to find mutants, not you. ”

"This is my base, Mr. Lancel." Chubby the person in charge was upset. "And that's Charles' decision, and Charles doesn't mind the CIA's involvement, does it?"

Charles. Xavier looked deeply, reading his mood in Lancer's blue eyes, and he gave up his original opinion.

"I'm sorry, I agree with Eric, it's up to us to show them up."

He looked at his companion. The companion smiled slightly, and a rare tacit understanding arose in their hearts at the same time.

Perhaps it was at this time that Professor X and Magneto formed a friendship for decades to come.

At this point, unaware of the fact that a group of people were searching for mutants and gathering them in his immediate vicinity, the Time Traveler walked aimlessly through the streets of Washington, D.C., approaching the National Mall.

At this time, there are no pedestrians nearby, only a towering monument, and a little farther away is the Houses of Parliament. Only it's a little more lively.

Over the course of time, the energy of the coordinates ran out and fell into dormancy, and Eric had to temporarily integrate into the era to avoid getting lost, but came to this era. Only then did he realize that he had lost his purpose.

It was 1962, the year the professor and Magneto first met, and it was also the year they parted ways, with the emergence of mutants during the Cuban Missile Crisis. It immediately became the common target of attack of the two great powers, and from this year onwards, it determined the suffering of mutants in later generations. Previously, it was only unconscious persecution by the people, or small-scale research, but after this incident, the country and the company suddenly appeared the threat and value of these gifted people, and it was not until the era when Eric came that he personally reversed the shape.

It has already been decided that Eric does not intend to change in this era, for whatever reason, this is not his time.

He's going to leave after all.

As he walked slowly, he came to the Smithsonian Museum, which happened to have an exhibit about Captain America's deeds.

The Star-Spangled Banner fluttered, and the familiar man with the shield on his back appeared in front of him again, but this time in the frame.

As a first-hand witness of that time, Eric had a different feeling.

"The story of Captain America is a story of glory, bravery, and sacrifice."

"Steve. Rogers was chosen by a unique project that made him the world's first Tier Warrior......"

Walking in the exhibition hall, scenes of the past flow in front of you, and familiar characters keep appearing.

Steve, Bucky, and members of the Roaring Commando...... One by one, Eric revisited him, admiring their appearance, as if he had returned to a previous era.

Until the person he cares about the most shows up.

"That winter, a blizzard trapped half of us in German lines......"

This is a video from 1953, and Carter on the screen has begun to change into a different look, only the bright eyes are still the same, Eric sits quietly on a bench in the miniature screening room, watching his woman tell history, and his mood is getting more and more trance-like.

Now he finally realized the loneliness of the time traveler, sometimes he wished that Carter was a person from the main god world, and he could find a way to take him, but this could not be, in the long river of time in this new world, she was the only being.

Eric stared at the screen intently, until the two new arrivals in the back broke his mind.

"I didn't expect to find a compatriot so quickly." One of them chuckled. "Hello, I'm Charles. Xavier, from the CIA's mutant unit, and this is my colleague. ”

"Eric," the other whispered from behind. "Eric. Lancel. ”

Eric retracted his gaze and casually turned around, and the two of them were stunned. (To be continued!)

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