As soon as the sky breaks, the dew is still rolling on the grass blades, and the Xavier Mansion conference room is still exuding the passion from the heated discussion last night.
No one slept in, it was like there was a kind of magic urging everyone to gather here again, no fatigue from lack of rest appeared on their faces, everyone was so energetic and energetic.
Everyone was watching Erik and the others silently, and no one said a word at this moment.
The unique cool air in the morning drifts in through the gaps in the doors and windows, mixed with the fragrance of flowers and plants that have been soaked all night.
On such an ordinary morning, here, in this manor that has always sheltered Mutants, in this peaceful place destroyed by ordinary people's malice, a group of people who have gained the power to change their destiny gathered together.
The suffering of the past, the transformation of yesterday, and the beauty of the future are all entangled, colliding, and burning in their chests, igniting their blood and strengthening their goals.
Erik's eyes were bright and clear. He was looking at their clenched fists, their pursed lips, their firm eyes, and their tense bodies.
Finally, the corners of his mouth turned up significantly.
Logan was also watching, and what he saw was the slightly frowned brows of Professor Charles who stood up again because of the armor, and the firmness in his eyes after he finally stopped being entangled.
Logan knows that without the help of Professor Charles, it will be difficult for them to gather those politicians who are both aloof and cautious.
So he has been observing Professor Charles consciously or unconsciously to see if he can really make up his mind.
Apocalypse has said before that all the specific actions are left to them, and he is only responsible for the final insurance. This makes Professor Charles's power even more indispensable.
"Erik..."
The atmosphere was a little tense, and Raven couldn't help but take a step forward with a somewhat urging tone.
Raven likes her Succubus Armor very much. She directly condensed the armor into her body, and through the transformation ability shared by herself and the armor, she turned into a red-haired, blue-backed armor with black patterns.
I have to say that after Raven's change of color, the whole Succubus Armor became more alive. Because of the symbiotic characteristics of the armor, she now looks like a living charm Witch who came out of Subordinate God's words.
There is also Hank, a scientist with no sense of presence. He just stood quietly behind Professor Charles, with an excited blush on his face.
Professor Charles looked at Erik's eyes seriously. Erik just smiled and looked at him. He was the first to speak, "Erik... I need a stage... a stage that can accommodate all the guests!"
"Hank... Together with Raven, prepare the equipment that allows the world to see us and hear our voices!"
"And you Logan... you will lead others to show our Sentry Armor, so that everyone can see... what you can get by becoming our friends!"
"In the end it's me..."
Professor Charles glanced at the expectant looks of the others, and continued word for word, "I'm going to distribute invitations to our guests!"
"Charles... don't let us down!"
Watching Professor Charles walk towards the brainwave enhancement room after finishing speaking, Erik suddenly stopped him. At this most critical moment, Erik did not want Professor Charles to be affected by his previous indecision.
Professor Charles paused in his footsteps and did not look back. Only a low voice floated as he left. "I am also a Mutants!"
Erik's face was startled, and then the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter.
He turned around and faced everyone. "Everyone, take action... for peace!"
"For peace!"
Everyone responded in unison.
Erik nodded with satisfaction, no longer staying, and strode out of the conference room to choose a suitable "stage".
Hank approached Raven cautiously, and then guided her to prepare the equipment needed for the live broadcast.
In the end, only a group of people were left staring at Logan who was holding a cigar, waiting for his instructions.
Logan, who was usually a combatant, looked at their expectant eyes, pursed his lips in distress, chewed his cigar until it was deformed, and said nothing.
Finally, he had no choice but to say, "Everyone, adjust your status."
He adjusted the position of the cigar in his mouth and grinned. "Our guests need a grand show!"
Listening to Logan's meaningful words, a group of people couldn't help but roll their eyes.
"You are all a bunch of losers!"
"Magneto disappeared without a trace under your noses!"
"And you!"
"Why did Doctor Trask develop Sentinels alone? Now that he is dead, there is nothing you can do!"
"The most important thing is that damn Mystique! I want to see her shadow, even if it's a drop of blood!"
In a secret military base, a sturdy man with a general's star on his shoulder was venting his anger to a group of people who bowed their heads and remained silent in front of him. His eyebrows were raised so that his eyes were distorted.
Several people with high military ranks also stood beside him with gloomy expressions.
A group of them are responsible for the supervision of Erik and the contact with Doctor Trask. Now one has escaped from prison and the other has been directly pushed into the base and killed. They gathered here directly to deal with these matters.
Especially after learning about the relationship between Sentinels and Mystique, they were salivating over the idea of War Machine to deal with Mutants.
But they obviously have no chance, because Apocalypse has truly turned Sentry into something that belongs to Mutants.
Just as the scolding officer was about to continue spitting, those who lowered their heads lowered their waists a little more, and an invisible force suddenly covered the place.
Buzz!!!
It was like pressing the pause button on the TV screen, and the whole world fell silent.
The officer's wide-open mouth froze, his raised lips pouted into a funny shape, his waving arms strangely stopped midway, and those who lowered their heads remained silent, even their hair no longer swayed.
Everyone was frozen there, whether it was squinting eyes, sticking out buttocks, grinning mouths, small movements of scratching hands...
Their bodies are fixed in this moment.
Not just here, in the Pentagon, in White House, in military bases, in luxury villas...
Generals, congressmen, governors, presidents...
All people who could speak in this country had their consciousness frozen by Professor Charles at the same time, including the people around them.
There is no doubt that the entire country is waiting for Professor Charles to speak.