The Shadow King Who Possessed Professor X's Body

Russell stood in the collapsing starry sky, his hands in his pockets, staring intently at the Cloak, bald figure radiating an aura of darkness before him.

"Charles Xavier, how did you become so ruthless that you fought with your own son?"

Before the bald man could answer, the Legion beside him looked at Russell and hurriedly reminded him:

He is not Charles Xavier.

"Charles Xavier? Ha, you've got it wrong, I'm definitely not Charles Xavier."

Russell narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Then who are you?"

"The Shadow King," the shadow possessing Charles's body openly admitted, "I am the Shadow King."

"The Shadow King?!"

Russell's mind automatically conjured up images of the Shadow King.

If he remembered correctly, the Shadow King was also a Mutants, but a collection of the dark side of Mutants.

In some ways, it is similar to the Cul the Serpent, capable of absorbing fear and turning it into its own power, and also able to plant seeds of darkness in the minds of others, waiting for them to sprout, grow, blossom, and bear fruit.

However, he was sealed away by Charles in many universes, and he could only wait for an opportunity, a flaw, and a vessel that would allow him to return to this world.

And this vessel is often Charles Xavier himself.

"The Shadow King," Russell repeated.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze shifting from Shadow King to the Legion, and then back to Shadow King.

"So you're not Charles, you're the Shadow King's possessed his body."

"Yes." Shadow King nodded.

"And what about Charles? You devoured his consciousness?"

"Charles?" Shadow King chuckled, his laughter filled with disdain.

"Charles is a complete waste. He has immense power, yet he acts like a saint. He could rule the world, yet he chooses to open schools. He could eliminate all enemies, yet he gives them a second chance."

"He's occupied this body for so many years, possessing what is arguably the most powerful strength on Earth. What has he done? He's taught, nurtured, and tried to make Mutants believe in humanity. It's laughable."

He took a step forward.

"And my possession of his body... is a kind of waste utilization."

Russell did not refute this; he simply crossed his arms, a look of amusement on his face.

"Unexpectedly, Charles Xavier, who usually possesses other people's bodies through his mental strength, has had his body taken over in this universe."

He tilted his head slightly.

"It's somewhat ironic."

The Shadow King didn't dwell on this matter.

He glanced at Russell, then at the Legion.

"Enough with the nonsense. You want to save Charles? You want to save this universe? You have to defeat me."

He reached out his hand.

"I'm not afraid of either of you coming at me together."

The energy within the Legion bodies became extremely unstable in that instant; their voices contained anger, hatred, and a kind of long-suppressed outburst.

"You are not qualified to comment on Professor Charles."

The Shadow King looked at him.

"What did you say?"

"I said you're not qualified to comment on Professor Charles's affairs." Legion clenched his fist.

"You are not worthy to mention his name, not worthy to use his body, not even worthy to... call him trash."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body's energy erupted.

The light of energy extended and wove across the starry sky, forming a massive energy field that resembled a thousand suns erupting simultaneously.

These energy fields surged from his body and blasted towards the Shadow King, looking like missiles being launched.

The Shadow King did not dodge.

He simply beckoned with his finger.

The energy fields deflected in front of him and struck the Barren Planet behind him.

These Barren Planet were shattered by energy, turning into fragments of debris floating in the universe.

"This attack is too weak. Show me your full strength." The Shadow King's eyes were icy.

"Is that so?" The Legion remained unmoved.

His body split apart in the next instant, and countless clones poured out of his body, transforming into countless different beings with the support of different personalities.

These are clones that split off from the Legion, and each one has its own abilities.

Flames, frost, Telekinesis, magnetic fields, time distortion, space tearing... at least a thousand powerful abilities all bombarded the Shadow King.

The Shadow King's gaze sharpened slightly, and he raised his hand.

The black mist enveloping his body surged and poured out, transforming into countless black, tentacle-like things.

These tentacles stretched and tore through the starry sky, intercepting and devouring all incoming attacks.

But the Legion did not stop.

Knowing full well that to defeat the Shadow King, whose dark attributes are at their peak, one must use light to defeat darkness.

In the next instant, the Legion of bodies transformed into the sun.

This is not a metaphor, not an exaggeration, it is the real sun.

His body expanded, burned, and released enough energy to illuminate several massive Galaxy in the starry sky.

In an instant, the intense light illuminated the entire universe within sight.

Caught off guard, the black mist enveloping the Shadow King melted away like snow, leaving only a thin layer.

"You... aren't you afraid of harming your father's body?" For the first time, pain appeared in the Shadow King's voice.

Light will only drive out darkness.

The colossal sun became even brighter immediately after the words were spoken.

More light surged from the bodies of the Legion, blasting towards the Shadow King.

The light peeled away the black mist layer by layer from the Shadow King's body.

Shadow King naturally wouldn't sit idly by and wait for his death; he took a deep breath.

The movement was very light and seemingly casual, like smelling a flower.

But what he inhaled was the fear of all life in the entire universe.

Those lives screaming in the flames of war, those lives waiting in the darkness, and those lives struggling in despair.

Their fear surged from every Galaxy, from every planet, from every living being, converging madly toward the Shadow King.

The stripped-off black mist quickly reformed under the nourishment of overwhelming fear, and the Shadow King not only recovered from the mental damage he had suffered, but also became much stronger.

"You saw it?" Shadow King asked confidently.

"The dark energy in the universe is countless. I am born invincible. Unless you can mobilize the light of the entire universe, it is wishful thinking to try to defeat me."

He turned his head and looked at Russell.

"Why don't you have your Watchers friend find some helpers to join in? The two of you working together might give me more fun."

Upon hearing this, Russell raised an eyelid.

Whom do you look down on?

He took a step forward.

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and let them hang at his sides, palms facing forward. His expression remained casual and calm.

But beneath this casual and calm exterior lurks a deadly threat.

"Since you desire light?" Russell paused, "Then... bring on the light."