Charles had never seen a world like this.

Located in the middle of nowhere, a beautiful wilderness in the middle of nowhere, if you step on the soft lawns in the fall, you can feel like you're in a wonderland, but when the cracks in the subspace open and the Nurgle army arrives in the material realm, everything changes.

The first is land.

The soil, which was rich in nutrients to draw from, is turning into a muddy mixture, and in these things you can often see a disgusting green, or a bubbling red of blood, like a putrefactive substance that spreads from the earth after an abscess has been punctured.

According to the report of the front-line field hospital.

The land here is renewing the landscape at an hourly rate, iterating on the secondary environment, and almost all microorganisms and fungi have produced disturbing mutations.

They become aggressive, and begin to attack all creatures in their native environment indiscriminately. It's a war that is hard to please, and before humans and Chaos demons fought, Mother Terra's children had taken the lead in confronting the malevolent forces from Chaos, but it was clear that both humans and creatures of the native environment were currently at a disadvantage.

Changes in the environment also have a direct impact on the flora and fauna.

All the animals of the land have disappeared.

The occasional white bones that emerge from the festering mud are proof of where the poor ones have gone. Even the rodents that survived needed bullets to give rest to these completely deformed and diseased creatures.

Plants are also undergoing a terrible transformation.

The branches and foliage of the weeds and shrubs began to turn gray and sharp, and the rhizomes and leaves were full of enticing nectar-scented poison, and some plants even seemed to come to life, luring ignorant humans into entering by creating confusing noises and movements through the elastic friction of their trunks.

I don't know when the torso of these plants left not plant sap, but a red liquid with the smell of rust.

An army of demons is cultivating the land and transforming the environment.

It's a tactic that the warriors of Chaos have long seen and never set foot in, and there's no doubt that if they were given more time, the entire planet would be shrouded in deadly green gas.

In fact, with the monsoon blowing.

and pulsations of groundwater.

In a space that humans can't block, the carefully concocted soup from the High Heavenly Lord is slowly eroding towards Terra's River of Life through limited information.

The two worlds are distinct.

Standing here and there, Charles looked at the green mist-shrouded earth and Darwin, who was wailing with the growth and expansion of the subspace rift at the end, and the cheerful and enthusiastic young man couldn't help but fall silent.

Only raging fury!

to burn all this filth!

"Charles, they won't let us see Li Lin, they are imprisoning Li Lin." Magneto walked out of the camp a little anxiously, and he found his friend who was silent in this miserable land. "You have to help Li Lin, only you can, Moira is not trustworthy, she is not a psyker, she betrayed us at this time."

"Eric, this doesn't matter at the moment."

Charles swept away the anger in his eyes, and he understood what was more important now.

"Am I the only one who wants to save Li Lin?" Magneto couldn't help but feel a hint of sadness.

"Of course not, I want to get him out too, but this is not the place where we can do whatever we want. Eric, the end of the world is coming, and just now, I got a message that Latin American psykers have attacked Texas and that the White House's diplomatic mediation with Soviet Russia has failed. ”

“…… I don't care. ”

Eric was very unwilling, he just wanted to save Li Lin, that's all.

Because no one in the whole world is willing to save him.

"You have to care, we save the world first, and then save him, if we can't close the subspace rift, then everything will be meaningless."

Charles eventually convinced Eric.

Maybe......

At such a time, handing over the universal wishing machine to the government is a helpless choice.

If the situation is ultimately irreparable.

Maybe you can rely on Li Lin to fight for a glimmer of life for all mankind.

After all, he is the son of mankind, and Li Lin, who loves mankind deeply, should not sit idly by and watch the extinction of mankind, if he wants to do this, he doesn't have to bother at all.

This incident led to the anger of the top level of the U.S. government, because in the midst of the Cuban Missile Crisis, psychics from Latin America were intervening, trying to seek opportunities for interference under pressure from the United States, after all, too close to God and the United States is a nightmare of development.

And S.H.I.E.L.D. can't communicate with the demon hunters in Soviet Russia.

In the event of the missile crisis, all communication was perceived by the other side as having ulterior motives and was a conspiracy to cover up the purpose, and communication was distorted under the iron curtain of the Cold War.

Even if they try to communicate.

In many departments, the pervasive Tzeentch believers will also tacitly distort the goodwill of this communication, and use betrayal and lies to put a foot on the gas pedal for the absurd world.

Humanity now has a choice to make.

Is it bad, or worse?

The capable Deputy Director Carter is in the gap between completing communication with Charles and other psykers, organizing local military forces, and preparing to launch an attack. An unexpected person sneaked into this messy blockade, and Wolverine, carrying a large bag, was a little confused.

He knew that Li Lin was here, and he also knew that the psionics were also in this area.

But there were not many people in this place, and the various blockades and patrols were enough to make him feel extremely painful when his psionic energy was not suitable for lurking.

Wolverine hasn't had time to find Li Lin yet.

A hint of a familiar smell could be discerned in the air.

"The Nurgle Demon Army is the vanguard of the plague carriers, and even the stench of the Plague Peak is there, how can it be so fast...... At this time, has the concept of this old dung ball already spread, or has the apocalypse been seized by Chaos? ”

Wolverine is keenly aware that this past is a little different from what he thought. A bad guess sprung up in his mind, but it was quickly extinguished by this warrior who didn't like to use his brain, and now that he had discovered his old rival, perhaps it was more important to secretly pass on information to the professor.

As for Li Lin.

This venerable and hateful leader of Chaos, Logan believes, must know that he is looking for him, and with all the promised wishes, he may have found it at the right time.

When Wolverine uses his muscle instincts to make the optimal solution.

Li Lin, who was being locked up in a small black room, showed a little smile, and sometimes, the beast's instinct is often more direct to the subtleties of the chess game than scheming.

And that's exactly what a certain player lacks.

In the subspace, the leisurely and complacent great father doted on the chess piece representing Logan, and pressed it down with Tzeentch's expression like eating poop.