Drops of blood fell from his nose, like red petals floating onto the placket of his clothes.

Seeing the unprecedented setback of the professor, Mora was a little flustered, she took a step forward to turn off the brainwave search machine, but quickly reacted that disconnecting at this time may not help Charles.

In a short period of time, it seemed like hundreds of years had passed for the professor, and the chase between the suns was not only a confrontation of the spiritual strength of the three people, but also the most direct competition of their respective paths. When his faith fell into darkness with the falling sun, the whole person seemed to be soaked in cold poisonous water for thousands of years. Those things that have been insisted on for a long time are completely shattered, and new space is revealed.

But now his mind was full of buzzing echoes, and it would take a long time for the shock caused by Shicai's vision in the psychic battle to be transmitted to the retina.

Now he could only tilt his head up, and lay weakly in the wheelchair panting, sweat dripping out and soaking his whole body.

Mora whispered beside him, her voice like a fine grass seed falling from the sky, but unable to form a coherent sentence, and it wasn't until much later that the professor shuddered and removed the instrument.

"How?" After comforting the professor, Mora finally asked what had happened.

"I did my best, and I failed." The professor said lightly, although his whole body was sore, but he was not as heavy as he thought in his heart, on the contrary, he felt a little relieved.

He couldn't tell how long he had been on this road, but now that he was finally tired, a complete failure might not be a bad thing for a tired professor.

Mora couldn't understand his psyche, her mind was more messy than anyone else at the moment.

She had guessed that the process would be arduous and that there might be all sorts of accidents, but in the end Charles was the victor, and since the White Queen died in 1963, there has been no second person to match him. In this regard, Mora has enough confidence in the professor. She firmly believes that mutants will regain their former peace under his leadership, and that humanity and mutants will form a lasting peace, and that their role will increase. But just when this goal was infinitely close, the strongest mind controller suffered a painful defeat on his home turf.

The professor didn't stop, he moved and walked ahead, Mora hurried a few steps, wanting to say a few words of encouragement, but he didn't know how to speak.

Coming to the ground, the setting sun is radiating the last rays of the sky, and the golden warm light shines through the blinds. The main building is peaceful and welcoming.

Outside, the children were still playing freely, the young people were sitting and chatting, and John was still standing under his ginkgo tree and looking out into the distance alone.

"Mora." After quietly basking in the sun in front of the gate for a while, the professor called out Ms. McTuckgoth's name, and she hurriedly pulled herself up and walked from behind.

"How long has it been since you've walked in the sun?" Staring at the rainbow in the sky, the professor asked softly.

"I don't understand." Mora was a little dazed, and for a moment she turned many thoughts, but a weak force suppressed her busy thoughts, and her eyes became empty. I couldn't help but walk into the campus step by step.

Watching the beloved woman slowly walk out of the academy and wake up like a dream, the professor looked at her from a distance for a while before slowly turning the wheelchair to leave.

"The sun has fallen in my heart, but the outside is still there. I didn't completely fail. The professor muttered as he headed for his office.

Passing through the shutters, the light flecks fell on him from time to time when he opened the office door. Walking straight to the floor-to-ceiling window, a young falcon is struggling to wave its sturdy wings to cut through the clear sky, blending into the white clouds dyed golden by the setting sun.

"Eric. I'm waiting for you. The professor tilted his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the base of the Adirondack Mountains, there are really only a few living people left this time.

"You think letting Stryker go will get him to help?" Konstantin screamed as he and his loyal men were tied to a metal turntable, Eric's masterpiece.

"Nope." Eric, who had escaped, didn't have to beckon, the steel flowed past in a liquid state, turning into sharp-edged spears in his gaze.

"He just has a good subordinate, and his good subordinate just has a good daughter, although the little girl did a stupid thing, but for the sake of not causing any real impact, I decided to forgive her and let her elders continue to work for me." As he spoke, spears flew up to the ceiling, hanging precariously on them, their tips shining with a sharp cold light pointing downward.

"Can you forgive them, why can't you forgive me, I can help you with a lot of things besides the organization, I know more than Stryker." Konstantin still did not give up his efforts, and his mournful voice was about to become hoarse, and he felt that great disaster was coming from Eric's actions.

"Makes sense, why don't I let you go?" Eric clapped his hands, thoughtfully, and then it dawned on him.

"Who made you not a mutant." He said spicily, and the Texas magician wanted to cry without tears.

The invisible magnetic force retracted from all over the base like a tidal wave, and the suppressed electronic timer re-entered the timer, and the destruction of this place was just a few minutes away, and he could seize this time to play one last game.

"I've seen a magician whose best skill is to tie a living person to a turntable and make it spin, and the audience holds their breath and throws knives from the spinning turntable in front of them to the back of the turntable under their nervous gaze."

In Konstantin's eyes, which were extremely wide in fear, Eric bent down and patted him on the cheek.

"In the magic show I saw, the performers were a couple. At the end of the show, the host asked the lady, 'Miss, why did you want to be tied up and stabbed with a knife?' The young lady said, 'Because of love'. After that performance I often wondered why the magician did not lie down on his own to prove his skill, but had the courage to take risks with his lover, and now I met you, a magician, who like your peers like to let others take risks, and since I have performed for you once, I ask you to fulfill my little wish in return—please perform for me too. ”

With a wave of his hand, the roulette wheel spun and several men shouted hoarsely, and Eric smiled as the blades hanging high in the air fell one after another, and then disappeared before the smoke and dust that symbolized death and destruction exploded.

Through a psychic connection with Jean, two small silver dots appeared in front of Eric, the maniac who had stolen his limbs, waiting for his master's visit.

Now he turns into a wave of magnetic force and can soar into the blue sky like a happy bird.

This time, he no longer had to worry about the limits of distance, he was a kite off the string, flying between the mountains and forests and countless high-rise buildings at will.

Hammer Industries...... Stark's rivals appeared before his eyes, remembering them for a moment, and Eric said goodbye to his past arm, making his way through the southwestern suburbs and heading towards the sea again.

This time it's Watson Pharmaceuticals.

"What the hell do you want me to study?" A middle-aged researcher is thundering. "You told me that I was six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds, but now this leg is eighty-six pounds, which is a piece of iron, and you should find a mechanic or metallurgist and not let me look at it."

"But that's what it says, they've spent a lot of money and they've confirmed it, and that's what the target sawed off." The assistant frowned, and he couldn't help it.

A gleaming silver thigh lay silently in front of them, silently mocking the entire research team.

"There's a change!" A researcher standing behind the probe suddenly shouted. "The magnetic field suddenly went up."

People hurriedly gathered around to observe, but the magnetic field detector had recovered as usual.

Passing by the confused technician, the owner of the leg did not restrain his strength, he had a new appearance, and leaving a part of his former life behind, he squeezed out of the thick wall and went straight to a certain research room.

Looking down and touching the auto-incubator, Eric smiled slightly, he had a good idea.

Coming out of Watsonton Pharmaceuticals, this time he was going to his final destination, and there were people in the southwest who owed him debts, and now the creditor decided to pay it back.

In front of a white sandstone building at 16oo Pennsylvania Avenue, the mild-mannered President is giving a Halloween address, the war president who changed his image after announcing that he would not seek re-election, and who is uncharacteristically pro-people, and today he continues the tradition of Eisenhower by decorating the entire mansion, dressing it up as a church, and inviting a large number of "witches" and "ghosts", and he himself is standing on the lawn to address the visiting guests, dressed as a demon.

"I can still recall the Halloween I attended as a child......"

The president's speech was very humorous, and from time to time he drew chuckles from the mention of his childhood, and in the twilight, Eric stood above and looked at him with the same chuckle.

A temporary icon of the Crucifixion is attached to the building, and the anguished man embraces the world affectionately on the cross with open arms, but oblivies the demons and monsters that pass under his feet.

The invisible creditor blew on the icon, and the fixture gradually loosened, and after a slight shaking it slowly tilted outward.

The sky grew darker, and the light at the foot of the icon lit up.

"How's things going over there?" The president asked, saying that he had just finished a successful speech that he believed would further strengthen his image.

"There's no news from Konstantin yet, but Hammer and Watsendon have already gotten their hands on the specimen." The staff whispered.

"Keep an eye on them, especially Konstantin, who must return the main torso on time." The president frowned, and there was a sharp light in his eyes.

They whispered, not noticing a dark figure falling from above.

The dust was flying, and people were stunned after a burst of screams.

"The Holy Son attacked the president?" Finally someone spoke incoherently. (To be continued......)

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