One day has passed since the last time Raven demolished Trask's base. In addition to Apocalypse who is still messing around in the wooden house, Erik, Logan and Raven have already started looking for more helpers.
On the other hand, the jailbreak of Erik and the disappearance of Trask have caused a storm in the Bald Eagle government.
They are not fools. Whether it is Erik disappearing out of thin air or Trask's dilapidated base, it is obviously Mutants's method.
Especially there are many survivors in Trask's base.
Not counting the base surveillance video that Raven deliberately did not delete at the request of Apocalypse.
When those who supported him watched with horror on their faces how Raven was rampaging through Trask's base, chopping melons and vegetables, invincible and with ease, their faces turned pale.
Even if they saw such an extremely powerful demon, what could they do?
After the senior government officials learned about the situation, there was an uproar. There was anger, fear, disdain, greed...
Especially those at the top of the military, their eyes were almost glued to the copied surveillance footage.
The bright metallic color of Succubus Armor on Raven is almost pressing on their faces to let them see clearly - this is a super armor.
Boom--!!!
It was like a drum sound falling into the eardrums, vibrating their brains and stimulating every nerve in them.
The arrogance and greed from the world police were not thought through their brains, and a natural idea was just embedded in their minds.
"That's mine!!!"
Soon, through Raven's uncovered face, they determined Raven's identity.
--Mystique!
Boom--!!!
It was like pouring a bucket of oil into a blazing fire, almost driving them crazy.
They already knew about Sentinels, and they also understood the important role Mystique played in it.
Now at a glance, Raven not only has the genes to perfect Sentinels, but also has the mysterious super armor that appears now.
This is no less than wine put into a luminous cup, a straight stick that can become bigger or smaller, and a girlfriend being given as a gift when picking up a winning lottery ticket.
Who can hold back this?
Therefore, those high-ranking military officials who had always harbored ill intentions toward Mutants directly issued orders to find Mystique at all costs!
It can be expected that in the near future, if there are no other problems, Raven will definitely face a steady stream of troubles.
Erik's feet stepped on the grass of the Xavier Mansion. Raven and Logan were not beside him, he was the only one.
Almost as soon as he stepped through the door of the manor, Professor Charles in the manor knew the arrival of Erik.
Since the last time Apocalypse had a conversation with him in the spiritual world, Charles has been staying in the manor, and his original desire to change Apocalypse's mind has faded away.
Apocalypse used butterflies and specimens as metaphors for him and the balance he insisted on, which directly shattered the luck he had always had.
Yes!
What qualifications do you have to choose for all Mutants?
Is it just because of the thoughts you insist on?
So what's the difference between him and Apocalypse who claims to love butterflies but ruthlessly takes their lives away?
Just because of your own persistence, are you going to kill all possibilities for Mutants except getting along with ordinary people in a balanced way?
So natural... so... selfish!
Charles During this period of time, the whole person was confused, not because of his poor mental state, but because Apocalypse's words made him doubt his persistence.
On the one hand, it is my persistence for decades, and on the other hand, it is the fact that Apocalypse revealed without mercy.
Negate, pick up, reflect, hesitate, struggle...
Charles was originally rather hesitant about Mutants, so much so that he forgot Apocalypse's purpose and his original intention of regaining power. In the constant mental internal friction, he did nothing and went nowhere.
Just hiding in the Xavier Mansion, I don't know if I am thinking about life or deliberately escaping.
"Charles... an old friend comes to see you!"
Erik put on his iconic helmet at some point, and the cape on his body kept shaking with his movements.
With the help of Apocalypse, Erik's uniform and helmet were recovered just by opening and closing the portal.
He didn't go in, so he just stood upright in the garden, looking at the messy and poorly trimmed flowers and plants around him. There was a smoldering anger in his heart, just a little Mars would burst into flames.
Apocalypse has told him about the students here who were forcibly enlisted in the army.
He was very disappointed with this!
"Erik... You're here!"
Erik didn't wait long, Hank appeared in front of him pushing Professor Charles's wheelchair.
Professor Charles is obviously not in a good condition. His face is yellow, his eyes are red, his eyes are thick, his stubble is clearly visible, and his hair is limp.
In just a short period of time, Professor Charles looked as if he had aged several years, and Erik actually saw a trace of old age on his face.
Hank gripped the handle of the wheelchair tightly. Seeing Erik's expressionless face, he couldn't help but become a little nervous. He knew the difference between the two people's ideas. He wasn't here to cause trouble today, was he?
"... you... don't look good..."
Erik's palms covered by the cloak exerted slight force. Looking at Professor Charles's face ashen, the surging anger seemed to have been cut off from the last trace Mars, and his voice suddenly became lower.
"Yeah... just like Apocalypse said... I'm just a person who likes butterfly specimens..."
"...Mutants This butterfly... I indeed killed some of its vitality..."
Professor Charles's protruding eyeballs were densely covered with bloodshot eyes, and the palms placed on the armrests of the wheelchair were veined with excitement. The difference was that his voice was intermittent, as if he was talking in his sleep.
His eyes focused several times before finally focusing on Erik. He continued, "Are you here to blame me?"
"... blame me for not protecting those students... blame me for not rescuing you earlier?"
"Enough!!!"
Erik finally couldn't stand Professor Charles's half-dead look. He roared and rushed up, pinched Professor Charles's shoulders tightly, lowered his head sharply, and his whole forehead was almost pressed against Professor Charles's face.
Hank was frightened and took a step back. After reacting, he froze in embarrassment.
Erik didn't care about Hank's reaction. He stared directly into Professor Charles's eyes and said word by word, "Charles... I need your help..."