The dark spacesuit was assembled from a ring-shaped metal armor stomach, and the spherical helmet extended silver-gray pipes over the shoulders, reflecting the bright light.

Although it looks a little round and slightly bloated, it is extremely agile and fast, and the nails and stomachs of the feet have claws that can grasp the surface of the moon at will.

The slightly bulging armor on the lower legs and back of the spacesuit spewed a faint blue glow, and the tall figure quickly advanced over a lunar canyon more than fifty meters wide.

Coupled with the strange equipment in his hand, he looks like an interstellar mecha warrior who fights a bunch of big alien bugs in some video games that have appeared over the years.

Without a sound, it fell from the air more than ten meters away, and the armored figure shook up the gray-white lunar soil dust, and it floated all the way up very high before it gradually had a tendency to fall.

Jumping and gliding through the rising white mist, after a while, he stopped his movements, approached a metal monument erected, and tilted his head at the surrounding circle of alloy guardrails.

...... ......

"Valery Polyakov! What do you want to do?"

The thick, tall, armored figure was embarrassedly stuck halfway across the fence, a woman's angry question came from the helmet, and Polyakov habitually scratched the back of his head, but only the knocking of the spacecraft helmet buzzed.

"Ahem, I just saw some building debris fall inside......

"! Don't try to lie to me, I know what you think, that footprint belongs to all mankind, and it belongs to the history of human interstellar civilization—"

"Halaless, halaless..."

With a thick tongue in Russian, Polyakov twisted his brown bear-like body back to the outside of the fence, and a similarly shaped, thin and short armored figure suddenly fell beside him.

"It's a small step for an individual, but it's a giant leap for humanity – Neil Armstrong."

Erin Collins looked at the words inscribed in many Chinese on the silver-white metal tablet, in front of which was a footprint carefully covered with transparent silicon crystals.

The female astronaut still looked at Polyakov vigilantly through the helmet mask, urging him to continue along the lunar canyon in the direction of today's mission.

"Comrade Collins, do you think that rumor is true?"

Polyakov asked grinningly, not embarrassed at all.

He had wanted to kick out the footprints of that American for a long time, and it was not a political or ideological trend, it was purely the personal taste of this Slavic man.

If you secretly replace the footprints of the first human race to set foot on a land beyond the earth with your own Valery Polyakov, you think that it is "less than filling a vat of vodka"!

"I'm not your comrade, and we won't talk about this... What are you talking about?"

Erin Collins muttered, gliding faster, and in front of her she could already see a large plain of the moon with black metal columns.

"Like-minded partners are comrades, you Americans are too careful, humanity has to face alien enemies, and you're still here... Well, I'm talking about the rumors of the formation of this canyon, the battle between that gentleman and the mutant evil ancestor."

Collins looked sideways at the straight canyon, which was nearly 100 meters deep and more than tens of meters wide, with an almost flat and round surface that did not look like a natural lunar terrain at all, like a long strip pulled from tofu with the tip of a spoon.

"I guess so, I don't know, but.... It did come out of nowhere on the day of the war, when I was very young and looking at the moon with a space telescope in my attic at home."

The Collins astronaut will never forget that scene, when the mottled white moon in the lens was suddenly cut with a clearly visible black line, as if God had scratched it by mistake.

"Hmph, maybe in the eyes of the aliens, it's us humans, of course, it's evolved humans, this kind of power.... Ho!"

The two astronauts who belong to the Earth Aerospace Force, the Lunar Base Field Astronauts, gossip about powerful mutants, especially the legendary ones

The story of the "Wolf Emperor" quickly arrived at the mission destination, and took the surveying and mapping equipment in his hand to check the foundation structure of the Moon's No. 7 base.

For five years, James Howlett divided the main forces that dealt with the Cree empire into two parts.

The "Sirius Legion" composed of the strongest human transcendents, and the "Earth United Aerospace Force".

In addition to the air and space fighter and warship units in charge of Steve Rogers, the latter also has a logistics and aerospace force composed of human countries, and is constantly building "space bunkers" to deal with great enemies in the lunar and extraterrestrial orbital space.

Thanks to the captured Kree technology, mankind has almost stepped through hundreds of years of space history, breaking all kinds of technical difficulties in interstellar navigation, alien stationing, and even space colonization in one go.

Only the handful at the top of the pyramid of wealth and human society know that in the past five years, the global economy and wealth have strangely poured into all kinds of high-tech and heavy industry fields, thanks to the major powers that have invested their national strength and resources in space construction like crazy.

As the two men worked, and from time to time they quarreled over the historical legacy of their respective countries, and the argument was raging, and Polyakov patted Collins's helmet and pointed behind her in the direction of the earth.

A blue-blue rectangular interstellar battleship slowly moved towards the endless starry sky with the naked eyes of the two, and suddenly the space around the battleship continued to twist and collapse in their sight, forming an archway-like trajectory, as if it had sunk into a transparent glue liquid.

"Curvature Level 3 Preparation, Countdown 10 seconds, 10, 9, 8 ......"

Hank McCoy just put on a black combat vest, and a pair of thick arms that hung down his knees and thighs flexibly checked the ship's data on the control console, and the battleship pilots were nervously doing various tasks.

James stood in front of the huge hanging window at the front of the battleship with his hands on his back, and his blue-black light armor was simple and simple, perfectly fitting his burly figure.

The space in front of him was constantly collapsing and distorting, and the dense stars in his line of sight were gradually shrunk into a thin ray of light, and then turned into a dot.

"Excuse me, Hank, how long will it take?"

After a while, the "beast" flesh-like paws walked up to James without a sound, and rumbled in a deep voice:

"It's here, sir."

The asteroid belt between Mars and Jupiter in the Solar System is more than 70 million kilometers away from Earth.

James looked at the meteorite belt that suddenly appeared in front of him, countless yellow-brown meteorites were bound by the sun's gravity and suspended in this cosmic space in a ring like a dead ribbon for more than a billion years, and the orbit of Mars was behind the spacecraft.

The number of asteroids in this asteroid belt continues to increase as comets and meteorites continue to approach over the years.

Hank puffed out his chest with satisfaction and pride, and his sharp fingertips held up Tokkin's eyes, grinning and continuing:

"Anyway, we have to do a test related to the curvature flight, so how can it be said that it is troublesome to send you here."

The interstellar navigation technique that James has missed for many years has been developed under the "gift" of the Kree.

As early as when Albert Einstein was alive, he proposed the concept of "space-time gauge" and calculated that the universe can be bent.

Decades ago, human scientists have also used the property of space bending to propose the concept of using antimatter energy to push the warp engine around the spacecraft, so that the space can be distorted to carry out "faster-than-light" flight. James sighed and patted Hank on the shoulder, looking around at everything in this huge spaceship, he knew in his heart that in the past few years, in order to prepare for the enemy from the other side of the galaxy, these scientific and technological talents have worked the hardest.

According to the original scientific and technological level of the earth, the asteroid zone of the solar system can only be reached in the last two years, but now it only takes a few minutes, James held the "beast" and asked casually:

"So we're not faster than the speed of light?"

As soon as the words fell, James regretted bringing up such a topic, and Hank had excitedly opened his mouth and explained:

"Hey, hey! This is where you enter the common sense misconception that we distort the void around the ship through negative energy

The space in front of the spacecraft is compressed and the back is elongated, while it is in a stationary warp bubble, repeatedly compressing and elongating the space, driving the spacecraft to fly faster than light......

「…… But just like surfing, the surfboard is supported by the waves, because the spacecraft is in a relatively static state in its own time and space, avoiding the 'clock slow ruler shrinking mass increasing effect' at ultra-high speeds, and at the same time does not violate the iron law that the speed of light cannot be surpassed, so——"

"—Okay Hank! Thank you for the explanation, I should understand, let the hatch be opened."

James nodded frequently and strode towards the middle of the battleship, while Hank was still talking as he walked, his mouth constantly popping out of the curvature engine speed and the difference between the level of the speed and the wormhole shuttle.

A tall, lanky mutant warship worker with vertical eyes walked up to James with a set of Sirius Legion's standard vacuum support equipment, and handed it over respectfully.

"Thank you, boy, no need."

The dark green pupils blinked in horror, and the gentleman jumped into the partition above with his black hair without any protective equipment, and was exposed to the cosmic vacuum as the hatch opened.

The blinding white light shone on James's face, and he only felt a little sullen and cold for a while, and then a blood-red arcane imprint flowed on his body, and a disk rose under his feet, flying towards the asteroid belt.

Although he does not have the ability to absorb the sun's rays or cosmic energy, James's huge vitality and physique allow him to survive in the space environment without concealment.

Fei Chong punched through a meteorite the size of a cruise ship, and James took the "stone" from the asteroid belt as a target, and threw his fists and kicks wantonly.

The crew members of various types of work on the battleship looked at the asteroids that were constantly exploding outside the hanging window, and unconsciously stopped what they were doing, and there was no sound of conversation for a long time......

"Howe, Mr. Howlett he is, this is here ......

The mutant guy with vertical pupils smacked his mouth and stammered, and the "beast" chief on the side shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and his voice was hoarse like a beast roar.

"He's here to exercise."

On Earth, located on the outskirts of New York State, the Howlett Super Elite Evolution Academy.

In the underground space of the teaching building on the ground floor, which is tens of meters deep and no less than the size of the above-ground teaching building, the "White Queen" Emma Howlett and Jean Grey sit opposite each other in the empty training room.

Both of them were wearing simple gray training clothes, and their eyes were slightly closed.

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared, and Emma turned into a brilliant diamond body, and the mental fluctuations that could not be seen by the naked eye in the training room suddenly intensified. The bright red brow twisted tightly, Jean Grey's long hair flew automatically without wind, and wisps of flame-like energy flowed around her, and the intensity intensified.

"Alright, relax."

The warm and magnetic voice came, and the white queen regained her beautiful and noble appearance, opened her eyes and calmly looked at the student opposite.

"Teacher, how's it going?"

Qin asked hurriedly, gathering away the scattered energy, sitting cross-legged and leaning forward slightly.

"Do you know what makes you special? Jean."

Emma didn't rush to answer, just asked softly, Jean pursed her lips, and replied uncertainly:

"I... I'm an 'Omega, a mutant, and this innate power is so strong that I can't even really control it......

That's right, but it's not complete, have you forgotten what I said when you reached the advanced level of evolution?"

She smiled and reached out to grasp the fingertips of the piano, watching her lover explain patiently as if she were her own.

"The evolution technique created by James can not only help mutants master their own power, but also advance our secondary and even tertiary mutations layer by layer, and the three mutations that have existed in this world until today,

'See god-level, mutants, there are only three.'

Jean's eyes wandered and he thought for a moment, and Mr. Howlett was called "

Apocalypse" of the ancient mutants.... The girl didn't react for a moment to who the third person the teacher was referring to.

"Qin, you are also born with a 'god-level', the third human 'god' in history, for you, there is no ordinary mutant secondary or tertiary mutation process stage, only the degree of infinite potential that can be released and controlled, and what is the source of your core power?"

"It's emotional......" Jean replied softly.

"That's right, I checked your mental consciousness just now, hehe, you've really grown up, if you don't take the initiative to let go of the spiritual barrier, the teacher can't do some exploration as easily as he did when he was a child, don't worry, that voice can't become the climate anymore."

The White Queen stood up neatly, even a simple loose training uniform could not hide her charming and tall figure.

"But Teacher! It's been more than ten years, and it's popping up again, and I thought that after so many years of your teaching and guidance, my own evolution skills have become more and more proficient, and I have—"

"—can it be thoroughly digested, even 'Kill, it?'