Bell bell, bell bell...

The bronze bells hanging under the cornices and corners finally collided, but there was still no wind blowing in the side courtyard where the four of them drank tea.

It was as if the actual murderous aura spread outward from James's body in waves, and the copper bells at the four corners of the courtyard rang in a hurry.

Emma put her hand on James' forearm and shook it slightly. "Mr. Howlett, you don't have to be like this.

After hearing James's words, Gu Yi's hand holding the dark colored teacup only paused for a moment, and then continued to drink tea without any reaction, until the cup slowly fell, and then he said something indifferently.

The terrifying aura dissipated in an instant, and the small courtyard in the side hall of the Holy of Holies returned to tranquility, James slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and asked naturally with his crossed legs in both hands:

"Don't believe me?"

"No, I do."

The Supreme Master took out a small wooden folding fan from his sleeve, and continued with it:

"You're not a wicked man, Mr. Howlett, but you're not a good man, as more and more people call you... Whether it's the 'Wolf Emperor' or Romulus', anything to do to achieve the end, well... You did it."

Laura's big black eyes rolled a few times, and she wanted to get into the arms of the ancient one mage like she did when she was a child, but she had grown up and was a rather tall girl.

The chrysalis was lightly knocked on the head by the mage with a small fan in his hand a few times, and then honestly hugged her arm and stopped moving.

"As I said, no one can deceive Dormammu forever, let alone resist the power of the dark dimension forever..."

James's eyes froze, and he remembered the appearance of antelope-like blood-colored lines on her forehead when Gu Yi released some kind of arcane power, which made her extremely powerful from physical to magic, and even able to turn fiction into reality, reverse space at will, and shape mountains and rivers in the mirror world.

The way of the mage always borrows "other power", whether it is a great existence or a dimensional space, if it is orderly, it is fine, but if this power has negative characteristics such as depravity, destruction, chaos, and killing, it will inevitably pollute itself.

He exhaled, and also understood the root of the ancient one's true helplessness and powerlessness, and whispered faintly:

"Out of the mud without staining... It's the lotus, it's the Buddha..."

The Supreme Mage smiled, knowing that James Howlett would understand the truth, and continued as if she had been talking to him in the past:

"Yes, I don't have that power, I don't have that power, neither does Dormammu, the master of the dark dimension, or that he didn't mind being the one who represents 'evil' in the first place.... It's you, Mr. Howlett—"

Gu Yi bowed his head slightly, looking at James's flawless and porous skin, jewel-like clear and bright eyes, and his gestures seemed to fit the clouds in the sky, and the breeze in the courtyard was warm, and he said with emotion and envy:

"—You are already a 'Buddha', and the reason why the Asgardians, led by the god-king Odin, made the whole universe tremble is because a true god who is a living god and does not need to rely on external forces is so invincible.

James pondered for a long time, suddenly blinked his eyes, subconsciously glanced at his wife Emma and the ancient one, and said thoughtfully:

"Ahem... I've always heard you mention this Dormammu, hehe, and since you've been under the influence of the power of the dark dimension, why don't you find a chance? Send me to a fight with Him, in case I help you—"

"No!"

The White Queen and the Supreme Mage raised their eyebrows almost at the same time, glaring and shouting.

Emma looked at the excited look in James's eyes, knowing that her husband had risen up again with the belligerent and crazy nature in his bones, and in desperation, she gouged out her eyes fiercely and nodded frequently, almost looking like her father. The Ancient One Mage stared at James very seriously, his narrow face collapsed, and he said coldly:

"Dormammu is not an existence that Mephisto can match, although the dark dimension is slightly inferior to the border of hell, but as the only dominant demon god there, Dormammu will never leave his territory

Earth, where His power has transcended the realm of ordinary physics and energy!

「... For several years, I could only grudge to deal with him, stealing the power of the dark dimension through the unique use of Agamotto's eyes and spells, and even now you will not be able to beat Dormammu in that world."

Half a day.

James glanced at his daughter helplessly, the father and daughter had a tacit understanding in this regard, and Mrs. Emma followed the words of the ancient mage, and said softly:

"James, you forgot that the last time you hunted Mephisto, there was an unexpected apocalypse incident, although everything seems to be stable at the moment, but who knows what secrets our world still hides, those Eternals have not shown the slightest trace."

James slowly looked up at the sky, and did not talk about this more crazy idea, but whispered in a deep voice.

"It's hard to meet someone who interests me anymore except for the sky... Supreme Mage!"

He withdrew his gaze, looked into the eyes of the ancient one, and said in a deep voice:

"How long can the 'erosion' from the dark dimension that you are talking about?" The mage shook his head, looking really unconcerned about it.

"Maybe thirty years, maybe forty years... Who knows, Mr. Howlett, fate... It's always unexpected."

James smiled, drank the last cup of tea, and said casually as if he didn't care:

"Well, enough, enough..."

……

As the Supreme Mage opened a teleportation portal, the Howlett family returned to the courtyard outside the old mansion, today was the weekend, and tomorrow Laura and Emma were going back to the academy.

There is nothing more painful for a child to read than seeing his mother at school every day, especially... She is also the principal.

"Hey, Dad, do you remember Warren from the Extraordinary, that fluttering moth.

Laura tugged at the hem of James' coat behind him, poked her head out from under his armpit, and said with a playful smile.

"That little angel, of course I remember, when he was a child, Kurt brought him to the house to play, what's wrong?"

James asked, looking at Laura's hippie smile, just like he had been trying to pass on the power of Hellfire to her a few years ago.

"Hmm... His wings are broken... Maybe it won't grow anymore, Jean said that there is a large group of mutant effects of the beast line, Dad, can you help Warren?"

James was stunned, and after finally reacting, he pinched Laura's upturned little nose and said with a dark face:

"You can learn about mutants, it's the 'beast mutant community effect', I remember Dr. Erskine came up with it..... Huh, how? Do you think I can directly make little Warren mutate a second time like the Apocalypse?"

"Uh-huh!"

Laura's chick nodded frequently as if she was pecking rice, holding her father like an octopus, looking forward to it excitedly.

"Hehehe, let's not talk about whether I have this ability or not, whether he can grow wings again after the second mutation is also a question, the current secondary evolution of all kinds of mutation abilities only exists in the stage of deduction and speculation, and there is no positive result.

"So, what should I do, Dad, I asked Brother Hank and Dr. Zola the other day, and Warren's wings are like they are completely dead, and there is no sign of healing!"

The little wolf girl followed her father to the living room and sat down, but seeing that James was not so worried, she laughed, picked up a cigar and rubbed it with a wisp of fire, and smoked it while smashing it, and read like a teacher:

"It's just a pair of wings, maybe it doesn't belong to Warren in the first place. Well... If this child is unwilling, send it to the old house, isn't our Kot very iron with him, it just so happens that there is an eagle on the cliff wall of the back mountain recently to build a nest, and I have seen too much.... It's a set of punches."

………

As one of the world's top 500 families, the Worthington family also has a manor mansion in New York that has been inherited for more than half a century.

"Angel" Warren

Worthington III was a young master with a golden spoon in his mouth. Warren was his father's favorite son, even though he later had two younger brothers who were not the same mother, as well as a bunch of cousins and sisters.

Warren's pride as Worthington II has even become a representative of the family's image, and his position has never wavered, and he has always been the first heir to the Worthington family.

However, Warren's father, Mr. Worthington II, once established a deep business relationship with the Howlett Group, and after being too excited and drunk, he hugged the little Warren who was less than ten years old and confessed.

If it weren't for Mr. Howlett who elevated the status of mutants to a level that was almost the envy of the whole people, the huge Worthington family would probably have to hide this "deformed" child.

even cut off his qualifications as the most family member and went to a remote corner.

On the top floor of the mansion, the shrill sound of a guitar seems to pierce the glass piece by piece.

The new style of rock with the electric guitar as the main instrument is at the forefront of pop culture among young people today, and rock music styles such as "death metal" and "heavy core" are full of more crazy and stubborn rebellious spirit, even depraved and misanthropy.

Warren's short blond hair has long since lost the elegant look of the day's competition, and it has grown a lot, and the messy sideburns and bangs look like they haven't been taken care of in the past two months.

He was wearing a white tank top, his chest was stained with some kind of soup, his fingers were shaking with his guitar pick, and he was playing more pure noise than rock music.

Warren, who was sweating profusely, was finally a little thirsty, and his left wing flexibly grabbed a case of beer on the ground, and even neatly opened the carton packaging.

The one on the right had four or five metal splints on it, like a tattered plank hanging weakly, and even the feathers were a little gray.

Like, necrotic ...