"A very powerful armor, isn't it?"
Erik saw the curvature of the corners of Apocalypse's mouth, thinking that he was happy for Raven's outstanding performance.
"Hey...Apocalypse boy! Don't forget to get me a suit of armor like this, but I don't need those messy tails and horns!"
"All I need is a pair of claws!"
When Logan heard Erik's words, his eyes were still fixed on the devastating performance of Raven on the screen. He was deeply attracted by the self-evident power, and immediately made his request to Apocalypse unceremoniously, his tone was so natural.
"No problem!"
"I will give you a unique suit of armor!"
Apocalypse didn't explain anything, and directly agreed. He looked at Erik who was a little moved, and the corners of his mouth raised a little wider.
"Don't worry, you have it too, Erik!"
Having said that, Apocalypse stopped talking and stared blankly at the battle between Raven and Sentinels on the screen. However, his thoughts connected with him through the professor's previous connection.
"Professor Charles, congratulations on recovering your abilities. So what do you want to say when you find me?"
In the spiritual world, Apocalypse's thoughts restrained their strong sense of existence, and the strange oppression and attraction for weak thoughts also disappeared. The professor's consciousness trembled, and he got rid of the weird feeling that he could not extricate himself from just now.
"... suck..."
Xavier Mansion, in the brainwave enhancement room, like a drowning person being rescued from the shore, the professor's chest heaved violently.
"Great Professor, are you okay?"
Hank looked at the professor's reaction and breathed a sigh of relief. His hands on the helmet did not leave immediately, and he continued to stare at the professor's face worriedly.
Apparently the professor heard what Hank said. He waved his trembling hands to indicate that he was fine. His eyes were still tightly closed, and his brows still showed the horror that had not calmed down.
In the spiritual world, Apocalypse relied on his powerful spirit Divine Power to directly open up a grassland completely composed of spirit Divine Power. He forcibly condensed the professor's thoughts into reality, and was silently controlled by Apocalypse to sit on the opposite side of a coffee table.
The fragrance of flowers and plants floated in the breeze and penetrated into the professor's nose. Several colorful butterflies flew around them, just like real life.
"Here, let's try it. How does it taste?"
Apocalypse's words came, causing the professor's amazed eyes to leave the surrounding grass and look at Apocalypse, who was smiling, and the teacup he was pointing at.
The professor twitched his nose slightly, and the faint fragrance of the unique roasted tea leaves soaked in boiling water hit his face with the heat in the cup.
With a light touch of your fingertips, the smooth cup and the hot temperature are all so real.
The professor's heart suddenly stirred up waves. He could feel that everything here, including flowers, butterflies, seats, teacups... were completely composed of Apocalypse's essence Divine Power. It was so powerful and so incredible!
However, he quickly suppressed his thoughts and did not try to see if the tea tasted the same as in the real world. He looked directly at Apocalypse.
Apocalypse's powerful spirit Divine Power further strengthened the professor's intention to persuade Apocalypse to give up the idea of breaking the balance.
Apocalypse is too powerful and too young. The professor is very worried that Apocalypse will bring unimaginable damage to the world.
"Apocalypse... Let's destroy all the research materials of Sentinels, and then have a good talk with the government. The matter will definitely be solved. We don't need to go to the extent you said!"
"I promise!"
The professor was somewhat excited. Apocalypse's actions just now still stimulated him, making him eager to change Apocalypse's mind.
After blowing on the hot air from the tea cup, Apocalypse took a sip, without commenting on what the professor said.
"Charles, I can call you that, why do you have to maintain a balance between Mutants and ordinary people? Do you still think ordinary people will accept Mutants?"
Apocalypse put down the cup and gently stretched out a finger. A butterfly immediately landed on it obediently, its colorful wings trembling slightly.
"Look at this butterfly. It's so beautiful. What do you think?"
The professor frowned, not understanding what Apocalypse wanted to express, and did not answer.
"Butterflies are so beautiful, many people like them, but do you know how they do it?"
"They kill the butterflies, make them into specimens, put them in boxes, and take them out to appreciate slowly when they have time."
The professor's eyes subconsciously focused on Apocalypse's fingers. Following Apocalypse's words, the butterfly above slowly stopped moving, its wings spread out, its legs were arranged neatly, some tiny specimen needles came out of thin air, and a delicate transparent box contained the butterfly.
Apocalypse gently placed the box on the table, and it made a clicking sound, which was like a knock on the professor's heart.
"Look... isn't the butterfly still beautiful? Just like the people who like it want to see!"
There was no longer a smile on Apocalypse's face, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. He looked directly into the professor's eyes, as if to see through the subtle thoughts deep in his heart.
"Human beings are such creatures. They always hope that beautiful things can be maintained according to their own ideas, never caring whether they will cause harm to things!"
Apocalypse's tone was no longer gentle, but became stern. Even if he didn't point it out clearly, the professor subconsciously looked away. He finally understood what Apocalypse wanted to express.
From Apocalypse's point of view, the professor was a person who hoped that Mutants could maintain a balance with ordinary people according to his ideas. No matter how much damage Mutants suffered, he continued to repair the broken ship that carried his beautiful ideas.
"If you hope that Mutants can live openly and openly in the sun in the future, and if you still admit that you are a Mutants, don't stop me from giving them the power to change!"
Apocalypse had expected the professor's stubbornness. His plan had already started, how could he give up just because of the professor's ideas, so his tone was no longer polite, almost speaking to him in an accusatory tone.
"... you... I..."
Seeing Apocalypse looking a little impatient, the professor's eyes were once again focused on the box containing the butterfly specimen for some reason. Looking at the still beautiful butterfly corpse inside, his lips trembled a few times, but finally he could not say any complete words.
His heart was in a mess now. Of course he understood Apocalypse's metaphor. Apocalypse felt that he was the one who made the balance butterfly a specimen, and Mutants was the victim.
"Think about it for yourself!"
"I still have things to do, bye!"
Seeing the professor's lonely look, Apocalypse knew that he probably understood and had no intention of continuing the conversation.
As soon as he finished speaking, his thoughts dissipated like smoke, and the surrounding grass, butterflies, and tables also faded away, like faded paintings. Only the depressed Professor Charles and the box were still floating in the spiritual world, slowly blurring.
The surroundings were vast, and the blurry figures were like stars dotting the void. The professor, who had clear features due to Apocalypse, seemed out of place and seemed a little lonely inexplicably.