Calamity Descends
Erik Lehnsherr placed his hands on Charles's metal helmet and gradually rotated the magnetic field.
At first, everything went smoothly, but when Charles's spiritual stance spread and covered a third of the Earth, he suddenly felt a strong resistance.
"What's this?"
Charles was startled.
He "saw" a young man with black hair and black eyes, who was looking at him with a half-smile.
In this person's gaze, there was amusement, mockery, and admiration.
Charles no longer had the mood or energy to think about how others perceived him.
"This power..."
"Unparalleled, indescribable."
Charles Xavier was immersed in the vast ocean of Spiritual Power emanating from the other party, as brilliant and boundless as a galaxy.
In front of the other person, he was like a toddler learning to walk.
No, it's not even a baby!
With Erik's help, he amplified his brainwaves countless times, which gave him the good fortune to spy on the other party.
On his own, he didn't even have the right to know that the other party existed!
"Wang Yan".
He learned the other person's name, but nothing else.
Erik, who was standing next to Charles, overheard his friend's murmur and couldn't help but ask, "Wang Yan? That sounds like a Chinese name. Is he the source of the terror you've been sensing?"
"No... it has nothing to do with him, he's a good person."
"Without his permission, I simply cannot extend my will to the entire globe."
"Just hold on a little longer, and I'll be able to find the source of the terror soon."
Charles managed to steady his wavering mind.
With Wang Yan's tacit approval, his ideological stance granted him the authority to observe the entire globe.
But it's like two people operating a computer or phone at the same time; Wang Yan has the freedom to add or delete files.
Charles only had "read-only" access to all the files and data.
He can only see and hear, but cannot directly modify it.
Even so, that's enough.
Half an hour later.
"East!"
Charles's eyes were half-closed, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his mouth was dry.
He swallowed hard to moisten his parched throat, and said in a hoarse voice, "Seventy-eight million people will die tragically because of this, and an entire race will be completely wiped out!"
"Their deaths are just the beginning; many more victims will emerge in the future."
Seventy-eight million people...
And that's not all.
Erik's pupils contracted slightly, his hair stood on end, and a chill seeped into his bones.
When the concentration camps were established against Jews, "only" six million people died.
Thirteen times the Jewish tragedy...
He couldn't imagine it!
"What should we do?" Erik asked in a deep voice.
He doesn't care about ordinary people, but among the 78 million people, there must be Mutants he cares about.
Erik could not abandon his fellow countrymen.
The compassionate Charles sighed and said, "Pack your bags, we're going to Japan. We have to try, no matter what."
This wasn't the first time he and Erik had worked together like this, but neither the enigmatic Wang Yan nor the Coldblood, snake-like man from Zheng Dongying were showing their true colors for the first time.
Charles realized that he had been somewhat narrow-minded in the past.
The mere thought of the man with the Golden Snake Eyes sent a chill down his spine and through his entire body.
How can such pure evil exist in the world?
"If only every strong person were as kind as Mr. Wang Yan..."
He couldn't help but sigh.
Japan.
In Congress, high-ranking officials are discussing the matter animatedly.
They were spitting and arguing, making the entire parliament look like a chaotic marketplace.
"Why does China have such extraordinary experts to help it, while we don't?"
"That's impossible! It must be those damned remnants who refuse to serve their country. The bloodline of the Yamato Race is the Bloodline in the world! There are no fewer Devil Fruit user than in China!"
Where are our superpowered Devil Fruit user? Where are our Onmyoji? Where are our ninjas?
The Emperor, who had been specially invited, sighed helplessly upon hearing this.
He was just a puppet.
The Minister of State, the Minister of the Armed Forces, and some powerful majority party whips all disregarded him.
He was somewhat gloating.
If only I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't have done it in the first place.
Mutants have a very low social status in Japan. Many Mutants without social standing are secretly executed after being discovered.
In the realm of the extraordinary, they are far, far behind.
At this moment, a servant tiptoed up to the Emperor and whispered some information.
"Such a thing actually happened!"
The Emperor's pupils instantly contracted into dangerous needle-like shapes.
Clearly, the intelligence networks of the members of parliament and ministers were no less powerful than his.
Soon, the vast majority of people present learned of the "confidential news":
A creature known as an Aragami has appeared in Hokkaido.
According to eyewitnesses, the Aragami were transformed from humans.
They are impervious to blades and bullets; when hit by conventional weapons, they only splatter a black, gelatinous liquid, and are quickly and completely healed.
Cold weapons Thermal weapons are meaningless to them.
These wild Divine Form and evolved into different kinds.
They undergo drastic changes and differentiate into diverse organisms by constantly "preying" on all living things.
In just one day, many subspecies appeared.
Yaksha, Orochi, Chiyou, Kubera, Shira, Crimson Lotus Red Snake, Fushiro, Ogre's Tail...
They prey not only on animals such as hunting dogs, Nezumi, humans, bears, and tigers, but also on plants such as wheat, barley, sorghum, sunflowers, dandelions, and lavender.
The individual Aragami possesses extremely high combat strength, yet they prefer the swarm tactics of locusts and rarely engage in one-on-one combat.
During their predation, these wild gods even continued to mutate, transforming into even more powerful and invincible dangerous species.
"Is this the will of Heaven? Is the God going to destroy Japan?!"
Some officials with poor psychological resilience burst into tears on the spot.
Faced with an enemy like the Aragami, they couldn't think of any way to fight back and have a chance of survival.
"No! Perhaps, this is a weapon bestowed upon us by the gods!"
The Minister of War stood up.
He spoke with a gloomy expression, "According to the intelligence I've received, it takes a full day for an ordinary Aragami Infected to truly become an Aragami!"
Do you know what this means?
Japanese fighter jets can reach speeds of 500-700 km/h, while the distance between the center of the continental America and Japan is 10,162 kilometers.
All they had to do was stuff those Aragami Cells into fighter jets, head to America, and carry out the airdrop...
This is the most powerful biological weapon!
On average, a trip takes less than 17 hours!
To be even more ruthless, let the soldiers bring along more ordinary people.
When they are needed, they will be turned into infected individuals and sent to other countries.
In that case...
Japan's strategic depth is equivalent to the diameter of the Earth!
It's past four o'clock. There will be one more update tonight!