"Madman!"
At those words, Charles's fingers clenched around the arms of his wheelchair.
What followed was a tidal wave of killing intent.
And accompanying that killing intent was psychic power as vast and surging as a tsunami.
He had not used psychic power on this scale in many years.
The last time had been at Alkali Lake, with Magneto standing across from him.
But this time was different.
The instant his psychic power poured into the amplifier, the entire spherical chamber emitted a low hum, and three wires on his helmet glowed red-hot.
Veins bulged at Charles's temples, and fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, running down the bridge of his nose and dripping onto the blanket spread over his knees.
Gravik was bleeding from all seven orifices.
Green blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ear canals as he was forced to the ground, the back of his head striking the concrete with a dull thud.
"So this is... the power of an Omega-level Mutant..."
Gravik lay prone on the floor.
Despite being completely suppressed, there was not a trace of panic on his face. Instead, he smiled.
The next moment, an immense psychic force emerged from his body.
If Charles's psychic power was a flood, then this psychic power was a dam.
"How is this possible?"
Charles's expression changed, his face filled with disbelief.
A Mutant's genes only determined their upper limit, but reaching that limit required exceptionally grueling training.
Even if the other side had copied his genes, he should not have been capable of exerting power at this level!
"So that's it. You used Skrull traits to implant Professor X's genes and create a psychic network?"
Just then, another voice cut into the psychic channel.
"That's right. This is your technology,