Marvel World New Magneto

Drops of blood fell from the nasal cavity, like floating to bright red petals on the skirt of the clothes.

Seeing the professor's unprecedented setbacks, Moura panicked. She took a step forward and wanted to turn off the brainwave search machine, but soon realized that disconnecting the connection at this time might not help Charles.

In a short period of time, it seems like hundreds of years to the professor. The pursuit between the sun is not only a confrontation of spiritual strength between the three, but also the most direct competition of their respective paths.When his faith fell into darkness with the falling sun, his whole body seemed to have been soaked in cold poisonous water for thousands of years.Those long-standing things are completely smashed to reveal a new space.

But now his mind is full of buzzing echoes, the visual shock caused by the mental battle just now is transmitted to the retina, and it will take a long time to gradually recover.

Now he can only tilt his head up and gasp weakly on the wheelchair, sweat dripping out and soaking his whole body.

Mora asked in a low voice beside him. Her voice was like fine grass seeds falling from the sky, but she couldn't form a coherent sentence. It wasn't until a long time later that the professor tremblingly took off the instrument.

"How?" After comforting the professor a few words, Mora finally asked about the details.

"I tried my best, but I failed." The professor said lightly. Although he was sore all over, he was not as heavy as he thought in his heart. On the contrary, he felt a little relieved.

How long he has been on this road, he can't tell, and now he is finally tired, and a complete failure may not be a bad thing for a tired professor.

Mora couldn't understand his psychology. At this moment, her mind was more messy than anyone else's.

She had guessed that the process would be very difficult and there might be various accidents, but in the end Charles was the final victor. Since the death of the White Queen in [-], there has been no second person to rival Charles.in this regard.Mora has enough confidence in the professor. She firmly believes that the mutants will regain their former peace under his leadership. Humans and mutants will form a lasting peace, and her role will increase accordingly.But just as this goal was approaching infinitely, the strongest mind master suffered a disastrous defeat at his home court.

The professor didn't stop.He moved ahead.Mo La hurried a few steps, wanting to say a few words of encouragement, but didn't know how to speak.

When we came to the ground, the setting sun was radiating its last rays on the horizon, and the golden warm light came in through the blinds, and the main building was peaceful and warm.

Outside, the children were still playing freely, and the young people were sitting together chatting and playing.John is still standing under his ginkgo tree and looking into the distance alone.

"Mola." Quietly basking in the sun in front of the gate for a while.The professor called Ms. McTaggott's name, and she quickly cheered up and came from behind.

"How long has it been since you walked in the sun?" The professor asked softly, staring at the colorful clouds in the sky.

"I don't understand." Mo La was a little dazed. She turned many thoughts in a flash, but a weak force suppressed her busy thinking, her eyes became empty, and she walked into the campus step by step involuntarily.

Watching this beloved woman slowly walk out of the academy, the professor just woke up like a dream, and the professor looked at her for a while.Only then slowly turned the wheelchair and left.

"The sun in my heart has fallen, but the outside is still there. I haven't completely failed." The professor murmured and walked to his office.

After passing through the blinds, spots of light fell on him from time to time. When he opened the door of the office and walked straight to the French windows, a young eagle falcon was struggling to cut through the clear sky with its vigorous wings, blending into the flowers dyed by the setting sun. Among the golden white clouds.

"Eric, I'm waiting for you." The professor raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

In the base of the Adirondack Mountains, there were really only a few living people left this time.

"You thought Stryker would get his heart's service by letting go?" cried Constantine, as he and his loyal men were strapped to a metal turntable, Erik's masterpiece.

"No." Eric, who was out of trouble, didn't need to wave, the steel spontaneously flowed in a liquid state, turning into sharp-edged spears under his gaze.

"He just has a good subordinate, and his good subordinate just has a good daughter. Although the little girl did something stupid, but since it didn't have any real impact, I decided to forgive her and let her elders continue Do something for me." As he said casually, the spears flew up to the ceiling, hanging precariously on top of them, with sharp cold lights shining downwards from their tips.

"You can forgive them, why can't you forgive me, I can help you do a lot of things other than organization, I know more than Stryker." Constantine still didn't give up his efforts, his shrill voice was about to become hoarse , From Eric's actions, he felt that disaster was coming.

"It makes sense, why not let you go?" Eric clapped his hands, thinking about it, and then suddenly realized.

"Who made you not a mutant." He said confidently, and the Texas magician wanted to cry without tears.

The invisible magnetic force was withdrawn from all parts of the base like a tide, and the suppressed electronic timer re-started timing. The destruction of this place is just a few minutes away. Seize this time, he can still play one last game.

"I have seen a magician, his best stunt is to tie a living person to the turntable, and then let the turntable turn, the audience held their breath, under their nervous gaze, the magician turned his back and flew from front to back The spinning carousel throws knives."

Eric bent down and patted Konstantin's cheek as his eyes widened with terror.

"In the magic show I saw, the performers were a couple. After the show, the host asked the lady, 'Miss, why are you willing to be tied to it and let him stab you with a knife?' The lady said' Because of love'. I often wondered after that performance why a magician didn't lie on it himself to prove his superb skills, but dared to let his lover take risks. Now meeting you, a magician, you are like your peers I like to let others take risks, and since I have performed for you once, in return I ask you to fulfill my little wish as well—please perform for me yourself.”

With a wave of his hand, the roulette turned, and several men shouted hoarsely and cursed. Eric smiled and watched the sharp blades hanging in the air fall one after another, and then disappeared before the smoke symbolizing death and destruction erupted.

Through the spiritual connection with Qin, two silver dots appeared in front of Eric. They were the lunatics who stole his limbs, and they were waiting for the owner's visit.

Now he is a magnetic wave, and he can soar through the blue sky like a happy bird.

This time, there is no need to worry about the limitation of the distance anymore. He is a kite that has been unlined, passing between large forests and countless high-rise buildings at will.

Hammer Industries... Stark's rivals loomed before his eyes, remembering them for a moment, Erik said goodbye to the old arm, crossed the southwestern suburbs, and headed towards the sea again.

This time it was Watsonton Pharmaceuticals.

"What exactly do you want me to study?" A middle-aged researcher was furious. "You told me that the target is six feet tall and weighs about 150 pounds, but now this leg weighs 86 pounds. This is a piece of iron. You should find a mechanic or metallurgist instead of letting me look at it in a daze. .”

"But that's what it said above. They spent a lot of money and confirmed it. This is what was sawed off from the target." The assistant was frowning, and he couldn't help it.

A shiny silver thigh was quietly placed in front of them, silently mocking the entire research team.

"There is a change!" A researcher standing behind the detector suddenly shouted. "The magnetic field suddenly increased."

People hurriedly gathered around to observe, but the magnetic field detector has returned to normal.

Passing by the confused technician, the owner of the leg did not restrain his strength. He made a new discovery, and left part of the past behind him. He squeezed out of the thick wall and came straight to an independent research room .

Bowing his head to touch the automatic incubator, Eric smiled slightly, and he had a good idea.

Coming out of Watsonton Pharmaceuticals, this time he was going to his final destination. Someone in the southwest still owed him a debt, and now the creditor decided to claim it.

In front of a white sandstone building at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the president with a mild expression is giving a Halloween speech. The war president changed his image after announcing that he would not seek re-election. According to the tradition since then, he decorated the whole mansion, dressed it up like a church, and invited a large number of "witches" and "ghosts", and he himself dressed up as a monster, standing on the lawn to greet the visiting Guests speak.

"I can still recall those Halloweens I attended as a child..."

The president's speech was very humorous, and from time to time he mentioned funny childhood stories, causing chuckles. In the twilight, Eric stood in the sky and looked at him with a chuckle.

A crucifixion icon was temporarily fixed on the building. The man in pain opened his arms and embraced the world affectionately on the cross, but turned a blind eye to the demons and ghosts passing by under his feet.

The invisible creditor blew on the icon, the fixed device gradually loosened, and after a slight shake, it slowly tilted outward.

As the sky grew darker, lights lit up at the feet of the holy statue.

"How's things going over there?" asked the president, who had just delivered a successful speech that he believed would further cement his image.

"There is no news about Constantine, but Hammer and Watsonton have already obtained the specimen." The staff member said softly.

"Keep an eye on them, especially Constantine, he must return the main torso on time." The president frowned, his eyes shining sharply.

They whispered, not paying attention to a black shadow falling from above.

The dust was flying, and people were dumbfounded after a scream.

"The Holy Son attacked the president?" Someone finally said it incoherently. (to be continued~^~)