Alack! Woo!

The "ice blade" like a fierce wind on the Siberian plain suddenly became violent with the anger of the apocalypse.

Caliban trembled and fell to his knees on the solid frozen ground, his knees were torn around spider-webs, his forehead almost touching the ground, and he vaguely noticed that the ancestor of the mutants who had awakened thousands of years ago was very disgusted with the new world order that the mysterious family had established now.

But since receiving the promotion and transformation of the Apocalypse, Caliban has become more and more subservient to him, and seems to have a sense of surrender that rises from the depths of his blood.

"Who! Noisy and yelling! ”

A rough and thick Russian tongue sounded in the stone house, and the wooden door with several oak planks repeatedly nailed open was slammed open, and the heavy smell of liquor and body odor and sweat came to the surface, still thick and condensed under the drumming of gusts of wind and snow.

The man was shirtless, with a stout and tall physique, covered with thick long black body hair, which was particularly suitable for this cold and freezing environment, black hair and beard were dirtily knotted, and he stared at the two Apocalypse outside the door with an unkind face.

His eyes looked at him, but he didn't feel scared or surprised.

In the small hut, by the stove stood a thin woman, with her good silhouette, long chestnut hair, and a little evasive between her eyebrows that refused to look out, and she should not be very old.

The messy hair and rough skin made the woman look very old, and she hugged a thick, strong boy in front of her, who looked out vigilantly.

The man in the room looked at the two skinned figures who were obviously not ordinary human beings, and they were wearing heavy armor, and they were not surprised, and continued to curse in Russian:

"Shhhh Coming so soon? This kid hasn't found any skills at the moment, so you can take it away if you want to, but a few boxes of wine and the price are not less, what about the things? Come empty-handed! ”

The woman in the room tightened her rough and thin hands, grabbed the shoulders of the child in front of her, bit her lip and stared at the apocalypse outside the house, her eyes did not dodge.

"I'm talking to you! Hey. You're not the same with this uniform now, Alexandra has just been pregnant for less than two months, but the price has to be said by then, the ruble is depreciating badly every year."

"Noise."

Apocalypse's eyes turned white, the indigo pupils faded, the man's feet trembled and floated fine dust, and suddenly his arms were close to his side and his mouth was closed, and he fell to the ground with a poof, leaving only wide eyes and a slight snort in his nose.

"If it weren't for the fact that you barely have some of our blood."

Apocalypse glanced at the man on the ground with lowered eyebrows, speaking proficient Russian.

After opening the door from the stone house, he and the "Plague" knight behind him realized that this rough man, who looked tall and muscular, was not the person they were looking for.

"You child, you are very gifted, but why are you in such a remote and shabby place, with such a filthy and rough man as your companion."

The woman seemed to realize that these two strange people were not the ones who had come to take away her child as she had imagined, and she straightened her hair that had fallen down, and her eyes disappeared from the faint devouring eyes just now, and she lowered her head and whispered:

"He's my cousin, and they say that the probability of inheritance will be relatively high."

Caliban, like his master Apocalypse, learned to transmit the huge amount of information stored in the signal network in just a few moments through his special abilities.

He couldn't understand Russian, but with the ability of "X-factor detection", he could clearly perceive that this woman had a talent second only to Alpha, and she already had a level 4 energy level.

She is the descendant of the "demon monk" who is rumored to live in the frozen fields of Siberia.

Since the destruction of the Hellfire Institute and the death of the Black Emperor Sebastian Shaw, the Soviet Union has tried to restart the Hellfire program and near-death experiments.

But Shaw's crazy and unbridled experiments back then, coupled with the influence of his subordinates, mutant "matryoshka dolls" on the country's higher-ups, and the reality that the abilities of mutants who were forced to awaken during the near-death experiment were generally low.

This theoretical means of spawning mutants on a large scale has been completely shelved, and only a few groups in the dark corners have tried from time to time, and have been targeted by the "whip of order".

After the shocking scandal of Tsarist Russia more than half a century ago, after the "demon monk" Rasputin who confused the palace was finally identified as a mutant with a variety of mutant abilities, Rasputin's descendants were also valued by the relevant departments of the Soviet Union's extraordinary power.

Apocalypse looked at the child in front of the woman, and he could still feel that the boy also had a good talent in his body, but he hadn't really awakened yet.

Stepping in, his majestic figure covered the wind and snow that kept pouring into the house, and he didn't care about the little boy who stepped forward to try to stop him, he lifted the woman's thin chin very softly, looked at her haggard face, and asked in a dull and soft voice:

"And then, what will happen to my children?"

The woman's face turned as cold as the cold wind outside the house, and the hand around her son's shoulder tightened a little, and she glared at her cousin or husband on the ground, almost squeezing a few words out between her teeth.

"Nikolai is happy to trade Peter for wine, the mutant agency here doesn't trust us descendants of the 'demon monks', they are more used to taking children away and raising them from an early age."

"What's your name?"

The woman looked at the apocalypse for a few seconds, not knowing what she was thinking, and finally said after hesitating for a moment:

A. Alexandra Rasputin.

Apocalypse's gray-blue fingertips caressed Alexandra's pale cheeks, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she said magnificently word by word:

"No, look at yourself again! You will dwell in palaces of worship and not in the wilderness, and you will be washed away from the dust, and no one will be able to take your children away, and no one will be able to arrange your destiny."

Apocalypse's pupils were once again dyed white by some mysterious force, and he touched Alexandra Rasputin's fingertips as if to continuously release a tingling electric current.

The pupils of this haggard and even somewhat withered woman suddenly constricted, and her long chapped and boring chestnut hair shone inch by inch with a crystalline luster.

The rough lines on the skin slowly faded due to the long exertion and cold wind, the cheeks became rosy and plump again, the brown pupils turned gray, and the flickering light in them slowly flowed like a cloud of gray smoke.

You, no longer need a mundane name, from this moment on, you will be my goddess! You are - the knight of war! ”

Airplanes!

The woman's son slowly withdrew from his mother in some fear, and after Alexandra Rasputin's eyes turned gray, the space around her spiraled or staggered twisted, like a painter's palette of random play, bursting with a piercing buzzing sound and a constant tremor.

The iron stove in the hut creaked and shook, and as the twisting and rotating air was twisted into twists, the whole stone house shook wildly, and all the objects of the wood, the wooden bed, and the stone wall were twisted and exploded by the deformed space.

Caliban's lips were dry and he looked at this woman who seemed to have some undersea undercurrents around her, the former Caliban, in an ordinary state, almost did not have any special combat power, barely considered level 1, and could climb to the standard of level 3 destructive power under extreme pressure.

And under the transformation of the Apocalypse, he was perfectly promoted and solidified at the limit of level 4.

However, this woman's level and energy intensity were already a whole level higher than herself, and she was still raised by Qi Qi by one level, reaching the level of Alpha Level 5.

This is the level estimated by the supernatural power field for the mutant "Big Three", and with the comparison of this woman, Caliban finally realized that his master, Apocalypse, is no longer an existence that can be measured by this level.

"Good. Very good, this is the knight I was looking forward to, the level it should be. ”

Apocalypse nodded with satisfaction, he looked at the rejuvenated "War Knight", raised his five fingers with his right hand, and peeled off the dusty metal particles from the surrounding earth, rock, and metal.

The Dao spirit snake wrapped around Rasputin, gradually condensing into a pair of women's full-body armor similar to Caliban's style.

The fine indigo scales spread along the woman's waist, and the arms and legs moved freely, as if sensing that there was still life in her belly, and it was too tight and narrow.

A falcon helmet representing war was cast on her head, covering the woman's head and cheeks, revealing only a pair of gray eyes and a nose and mouth that shimmered with silver light.

"As for you"

Apocalypse had a rare smile, he looked down at his son, who was only knee-high, and saw that he watched his mother change her appearance and put on a cold shining armor, and his fingertips swirled at will, and he shaped a simplified suit for the boy.

"You will one day have the honor of being my knight, and I will lead you to see a dynasty that belongs to us!"

Apocalypse waved his hand to open a purple-red door of light, and he raised his right hand with a bit of a gentleman's meaning, as if inviting his second knight.

"Hahahaha!"

The woman looked at her son, Peter Rasputin, and then looked around at the village that had been destroyed by the unleashed power, and suddenly laughed brightly, took her son's little hand, and took the palm of the Apocalypse, and walked with him into the gate of light.

"Jason Stryker, 17 years old, codenamed 'Master of Illusions', preliminarily defined as a gamma level 4 mutant, and temporarily imprisoned on the tenth floor"

Bucky sat in the chair belonging to the Warden, with broad shoulders and iron arms, long hair draped, and his evil spirit growing stronger and stronger. He looked at the young man who had just been escorted, and read the information about him silently.

Jason Stryker wears a silver-gray mental restraint device, like an intricate set of iron hoops, and the two escorts of the "Whip of Order" hold his arms one to the left and the other to the right, so that he will not fall asleep on the ground.

Since he was captured and put on a brainwave mental suppressor, Jason has been in a comatose state, as if he has never had a good night's sleep in his life, and he has completely relieved himself of the endless pressure and exhaustion.

"Lord Barnes, this Jason has accumulated more than 2,000 people into his spiritual illusions, causing indirect deaths of more than 100 people. Thousands of victims of permanent mental damage are the most serious cases of supernatural force injuries since the establishment of order. ”

Bucky closed the file, got up and walked over to Jason Stryker, who had slipped up from the rapture, and after staring at it for a few seconds, he shook his head with a complicated expression.

"It's still at the age of studying, you caused such a big disaster, if it weren't for the extreme singleness of ability and the incomparably weak body, you can go to the next level to accompany that gambler, and hand it over to the 'Wolf Tower', you can repair and leave by yourself."

Rumble!

The two members of the Order hammered their chests and saluted, handing the prisoner over to the cold guards guarding the "Wolf Tower".

Bucky pondered for a moment, flicked his alloy arm, and casually instructed the guards under his command:

"Go, bring Lebo up, some hands have been born recently, let him, accompany me to 'play'."

(End of chapter)