"If I go with you, I can see my sister Sylvie, right?"
Female Thor gripped Mjolnir, her gaze fixed intently on Thor. Her winged helmet was tucked into the crook of her arm, and the metallic patterns on her blue-gold armor rippled slightly with her breath.
Thor raised an eyebrow, his tone certain:
"Of course, Sylvie might cry if she saw you."
After receiving the promise, Female Thor's tense muscles relaxed, and her grip on the hammer lightened slightly. She nodded emphatically, a hint of barely perceptible relief in her voice:
"Okay, I'll go with you."
Charles, watching this scene from a short distance away, felt a sharp pang in his throat as he looked at the group of students and comrades who had once regarded him as their faith but were now turning away one by one.
He instinctively reached out his hand, his lips moving as if he wanted to call out to someone, or perhaps he wanted to defend himself.
But all those words stuck in his throat remained unspoken.
Lilandra quickly supported his slightly trembling arm, gently patting his back with her fingertips and whispering words of comfort.
Her voice was kept extremely low, not daring to let out even the slightest extra sound.
Even now, she still remembers the magnetic field that almost crushed her bones, and she knows all too well that in this place filled with anger and disappointment, any inappropriate word she utters will only bring Charles further embarrassment.
She never imagined that she, as the Empress of the Shi'ar Empire, would be so easily crushed on this ordinary Earth, and that the other party was none other than her husband's lifelong best friend.
Before the silence had even dissipated, Blink Clarice had already taken a step forward.
She drew a dark purple spatial rift in front of her with both hands, and in the blink of an eye, a stable teleportation portal unfolded in the center of the room.
Just a few seconds later, Wolverine Logan, with a cigar in his mouth, stepped out first, followed closely by Colossus Peter, and behind them were dozens of timid Mutants children.
The oldest was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest was just up to an adult's waist. Some were newly awakened Mutants, and some were cloned children rescued from a laboratory.
A pair of eyes were filled with unease as they tightly gripped the hands of their companions, cautiously observing everyone present.
Rogue Anna immediately went to meet Logan, grabbed his arm, and quickly explained the whole story.
Thor impersonated Charles to stabilize the situation, while the real Charles had long since abandoned everyone and gone to the Shi'ar Empire with Lilandra.
Cassandra's plot to exterminate the race, and their decision to follow Thor to the Knowhere, were all described in detail.
Logan's cigar fell to the ground with a "thud".
The Adamantium claws sprang out from between the finger bones with a "whoosh," and the ear-piercing sound of metal scraping together exploded instantly.
He stared intently at Charles, who was huddled at the very back, and almost gritted his teeth as he walked over step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on everyone's taut nerves.
Charles Xavier.
Logan's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out from between his teeth, unleashing a torrent of profanities.
"You fucking awesome!"
I've followed you through countless life-and-death situations over the years, crawling back from the Sentry ' gunfire and from human concentration camps, all because I believed your nonsense about Mutants living in peace!
"Mamma Mia! Law...!"
"We're on Earth fighting those killing machines, watching our children die one by one before our eyes, unable to even get a proper Tombstone erected, and you, what the hell, are you doing? Just packing your bags and running off to outer space to be a live-in son-in-law?!"
His claws almost poked Charles's face, the cold glint of metal reflecting on Charles's pale face, but Charles just closed his eyes, lowered his head, and didn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Logan's decades-long pent-up anger erupted at this moment.
Unfortunately, no matter how much Logan insulted him, Charles remained silent.
Logan looked at Charles, who remained silent throughout, then finally scoffed, spat at Charles's feet, and uttered his last words without any emotion:
"Old man, this is where we are."
After saying that, he turned and left, not even bothering to give her another glance.
Colossus Peter watched Logan's retreating figure, then looked at Charles, who was now emaciated and completely devoid of his former gentle demeanor, and remained silent for a long time.
He finally stepped forward and gave Charles a gentle hug, carrying the last bit of warmth.
He said nothing, let go of her hand, and turned to walk towards the crowd that had already gathered.
Thor watched all this without saying anything more.
Charles, that old bald man, got what he deserved.
He raised his hand and made a sweeping motion towards the void.
A golden rift, a hundred times larger than Clarice's portal, suddenly opened up, and a circular portal, a full hundred meters wide, stood firmly in the center.
On the other side of the door was a vast, empty space in the Knowhere. Clear light shone through the door, and even the wind carried a peaceful atmosphere completely different from this war-torn land.
The moment the portal stabilized completely, Thor's gaze paused.
On the open ground opposite the door, a girl in a pink and white Lolita dress was squatting on the ground, holding a syringe thicker than her arm, fiddling with something. Her brows were furrowed, and she looked very serious.
Thor stood frozen in place. That brat Valeria was really persistent!
I'm absolutely mad at the thought of drawing his blood!
He then stepped through the portal, walked behind the girl, and tapped her head with his finger. " Valeria, what are you doing here with your butt sticking out?"
Valeria was startled and turned around abruptly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was Thor.
She brandished the large syringe in her hand and said seriously, " Emma Frost asked me to examine the geology of this vacant lot to see if it's suitable for building new residential buildings. I'll take some soil samples for testing."
As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a Legion of people walking towards her from behind Thor, and her eyes widened instantly.
He immediately pulled out a small communicator, held it to his ear, and shouted, " Emma Frost! Thor has brought more refugees!"
A faint "Understood" came from the other end of the communicator. The next second, dazzling diamond particles suddenly gathered around Valeria, transforming into a tall human figure in the blink of an eye.
Wearing a sharply tailored white suit, her red lips slightly curved, her eyes exuding her usual queenly aura.
The person who arrived was none other than Emma Frost Frost, followed by her secretary Hill, who was carrying a tablet. They walked over slowly.
Emma Frost's gaze swept over Thor, then over the vast crowd behind him. She raised an eyebrow, her tone slightly teasing. "What? You went out and brought back so many refugees?"
"These aren't ordinary refugees." Thor chuckled and stepped aside, revealing Magneto Erik, behind him.
"They're all old acquaintances of yours, and besides, I've brought you back a top-notch civil engineering master."
Erik looked at Emma Frost, paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, his tone carrying a complex mix of emotions from a long-awaited reunion. " Emma Frost, it's been a long time."
Emma Frost's gaze fell on Erik, she looked him up and down, then swept it over the X-Men- Men following behind him. A faint smile played on her red lips, and she raised her hand in a welcoming gesture.
Welcome to Frost City.
Then, her gaze returned to Erik, her tone calm yet undeniably authoritative:
" Erik, tomorrow is your first day at work. Be on time at 10 AM. Our new city is expanding, and we're looking for a top-notch contractor."
Her gaze then drifted to Lorna next to Erik, and she added:
"Your daughter is coming too; we just happen to need an assistant to help oversee the construction site."
Erik paused for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh. Looking at Emma Frost, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, and still sharp and assertive, he asked:
"Then how will my salary be calculated?"
Emma Frost glanced again at the gray hair at his temples and his eyes, which, though weathered by time, remained sharp, and slowly began to speak:
"I'll give you two thousand a day for now. Prices aren't high here; that should be enough for you and your daughter."
After saying that, she waved to Hill behind her. Hill immediately looked down and made a few gestures on the tablet.
Within seconds, one after another, pale blue high-tech spatial portals opened behind everyone.
Patrol and security personnel in uniform filed out, their movements swift yet gentle as they began to guide the crowd. Leading them was none other than Hydra Captain Steve.
They also initiated a cross-space docking procedure to prepare to receive the remaining three million Mutants civilians in Genosha.
While everyone was busy with the handover, Valeria, holding the large syringe, approached Thor again, her large eyes blinking, giving Thor a malicious look:
" Thor, just let me have one vial of blood! Just one!"
Thor's lips twitched as he looked at the syringe, which was thicker than his wrist. "With a syringe like that, one shot and I'd be half dead."
Without a second thought, he decisively took a step back and righteously refused:
"No, you want the Demon God? I can capture him for you, but this is out of the question."
Just as Valeria was about to try and persuade her, a gentle, clear male voice came from the side:
" Valeria, it seems you're doing quite well here."
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Franklin walking slowly over with his hands in his pockets.
The moment Valeria saw him, she recoiled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, taking a step back and holding the large syringe horizontally in front of her. She stared at him warily and demanded sharply:
" Franklin! Did Reed send you? Does he want you to arrest me again?!"
Seeing this, Franklin shook his head helplessly, shrugged, and said with a hint of shared misery, "No, I ran away too."