"What about the guys? Ran? ”

The beast that had been left to care for and protect the professor noticed the sudden vanishing white night, and a furry blue hand raised its grip into a horn and shouted.

To be honest, he was a little resentful in his heart, this time the X-Men were forced to reintegrate into the human world, probably because of this person named White Night, who the professor had just told him what his name was.

Fury has been fooled for several years, and he has no idea that there is still a group of mutants in the world, and it is not impossible to continue to fool around.

But when this white night came, the mutants who had been hiding on an island for years were discovered again, which made him very unhappy.

"Rest easy, beast."

The bald Charles leaned under the tree, and instead of looking at the battlefield in the distance, he raised his head to stare at the broken and dense leaves, which brought him cool shade on a summer day.

At the moment, he was observing every battlefield through the eyes of the X-Men present, and he captured the monsters' every move under the overlapping multiple perspectives, and Charles would 'speak' to alert some mutants when they were distracted.

However, Charles frowned slightly at the group of warriors in golden power armor, he couldn't read their minds, just like the one he had before against White Night and the person he had carried.

However, these were quickly forgotten by him, and the most important thing at the moment was to cooperate with the people of S.H.I.E.L.D. to destroy these monsters, and if they couldn't hide outside the human world, they could only do their best to gain their trust.

Hoping that Fury could see his sincerity through this operation, Professor X thought silently, and reminded the iceman who was almost bitten on the ass by a vanguard guard in his mind.

Then he said earnestly to the beast, "I believe he must have a reason for leaving." ”

"Damn it's all because of you, Peter, that got Iron Man hurt!" , The boy hiding behind the broken wall slapped his head with regret, if only he hadn't gone out before.

It's all my own fault, if I had listened to Aunt Mei and had dinner at home at night before, I wouldn't have happened to meet this group of guys who suddenly appeared, so that my favorite superhero Iron Man wouldn't fall for this.

I thought I wanted to be a superhero, but now I have a real superhero, what's the matter?

Thinking of this, Peter took a deep breath, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and then he cautiously leaned out half of his body and quietly touched Iron Man.

Of course, young Peter Parker would not know at this time that no matter where he decided to eat today, the heir family would come for him and suck him alive into a jerky.

The Inheritors, whose full name is the Inheritor of All Things, also known as the Great Hunter, and the Interdimensional Spider Poachers, are a family of totem hunters from Earth-001.

There's an old saying in the Marvel Universe that the rich rely on technology, and the poor rely on mutation.

Dr. Banner, who can't be said to be poor, but definitely not rich, was illuminated by gamma radiation and mutated into the Hulk; Robert Reynolds was a drug addict who inadvertently drank a secret recipe and became a sentinel with the power of a million stars.

There are many examples of such inadvertent contact with something and becoming taller and stronger, and among the various mutant groups, there is naturally a group of people who rely on animal DNA to change themselves.

Such people are called 'totems'.

Spider-Man in various parallel universes is the best totemic example, most of them use bloodline or a genetically modified spider as a medium to obtain various powers based on the transformation of arachnids in nature.

What is crawling all over the wall, increasing strength and shooting out spider silk, etc., it also represents the sacred spider totem that connects each of them.

The other totem voters also have their own abilities, and the Doctor Octopus of a certain universe injected himself with the DNA of an octopus, and seven or eight strange-looking tentacles grew on his body, but he just didn't know that his spirit had become abnormal.

And among these countless totems, one of the most inconspicuous small totems living in the filthy pit has quietly climbed on top of all the totems at some point, using their unique abilities to devour other totems.

Leech.

This blood-sucking critter is annoying at best in nature, and cannot pose any threat when left of water.

But somehow, the inheritors of the leeches have evolved the ability and hobby to absorb the life energy of other totems from the characteristic of 'blood sucking'.

This ability gives the Inheritor family an overwhelming advantage over other animal totems, and even the totems of the gods will be sucked to death by them.

In addition, the Successors also possess increased strength, the ability to heal quickly, and some special weapons can directly penetrate Captain America's shield.

Fortunately, although these heirs can achieve some kind of immortality by cloning themselves, their existence in the multiverse is unique.

"What is this? Brother, a hero, or a villain? Whose variant is he? ”

The pale blonde woman with two daggers in her hand, Bora, was grinning at the white night standing between her and Iron Man, her fingertips rubbing lightly against the leather-wrapped handle.

She didn't seem to care at all about the bleeding wound on the arm of Brix, whom she called her brother.

And she really doesn't need to care.

"Gotta get back on your feet."

Leaning against the corner, Tony snapped off a piece of armor that had completely lost his response, and struggled to look up at the pale blonde-haired man and woman, then his eyes widened.

The wound on the man's arm did not bleed as much as he expected, but began to change strangely.

The skin at the edge of the wound began to slowly move toward the center, as if pulled by an invisible force, tightly clinging together. Within a few seconds, the horrible wound was gone.

After shaking his hand and confirming that the wound was completely healed, Brix shook the long whip in his hand with a cruel smile, "Hmph, whatever, whether it's a hero or a villain, I will eat it the same!" ”

The strips with sharp teeth arced through the air like a silver snake dancing, and it was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch its trajectory with the naked eye.

"Be careful!" Tony hurriedly reminded him as he raised a hand that was still in good armor and prepared to release the laser.

But I don't know if the palm cannon was broken, or if it was stabbed by his old rival Hammer Industries, and in the end it just smoked out and then completely stopped.

(End of chapter)