Chapter 281: Heaven, The Cake
He could read others' thoughts and memories without physical contact, read others' thoughts within a five-hundred-kilometer radius, and also create illusions and manipulate others' thoughts.
It could be said that no one wanted to stand before Charles; it was as bad as being naked.
With Cerebro on, amplified by this instrument, Professor Charles could theoretically even extinguish the consciousness of all humanity.
Professor Charles was also the key to Utopia's founding, arguably a divine artifact comparable to nuclear weapons for protecting the country.
At the same time, he was the most important safeguard for this Stargate, aside from the Jade-Stone Annihilation Plan.
Relying on the powerful psionic power amplified dozens of times by Cerebro, Professor Charles forcefully pried open the surface consciousness of the Intruder and entered his Mindscape.
However, the Intruder's Mindscape seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined. In a pure white space, Professor Charles pushed his wheelchair forward.
The wheelchair rolled on the ground of the pure white space, making a rumbling sound.
Before Charles's eyes, an upward passage appeared, from which dazzling radiance shone into this consciousness space.
Charles could feel that the massive, slumbering consciousness he had detected was coming from this passage.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Charles pushed open this portal. Behind the passage was a staircase seemingly cast from white jade, extending all the way to the end of the clouds.
Professor Charles's consciousness body pushed the wheelchair along the pure white passage, moving forward, exploring the deepest secrets of the Intruder's consciousness. What Professor Charles didn't notice was that as he went deeper, the illusory white staircase beneath his feet was gradually solidifying...
Going up the white staircase, after an unknown amount of time, a White Holy Mountain appeared before Professor Charles. It was entirely pure white like jade stone, faintly shimmering with metal radiance, solemn, grand, sacred, and majestic.
The entrance to the White Holy Mountain was a magnificent Golden Arches.
Looking up at the Golden Arches, which was a hundred meters high and supported on the backs of six sculptures of twelve-winged angels.
Looking at the dozen or so tall, thin figures floating dozens of meters above the ground around the Golden Arches, white wings gently flapped behind their backs.
Angels with pure white wings soared into the sky accompanied by pleasant hymns, holy light scattering everywhere.
Following Michael's holy soul's consciousness space, and unknowingly arriving at Heaven, located deep within a certain dimension, Professor Charles's consciousness body finally sensed that something was wrong. In Professor Charles's surprised gaze,
A pure white and beautiful holy light suddenly rippled in the Void Space. In that bright holy light, a handsome Angel stood prominently. As his figure slowly descended, his body had transformed into a hundred-meter-tall form, flowing with golden light like a pure gold statue.
A giant golden halo slowly rotated behind him, emitting deafening roars. A pair of huge wings stretched out from behind his shoulders, and strange golden light spots drifted everywhere in the sky.
Six golden light wings, like blades, stretched out straight behind him, extending over a hundred meters long.
Wearing a triple high crown, the golden halo roared, rotating behind his head. Clad in a solemn white robe, he held a golden horn in his left hand, upon which dozens of tiny, bare-rear angels faintly circled. The wings behind this Angel emitted blinding white light that could not be looked at directly.
His voice had a magical power, as if amplified by hundreds of large loudspeakers, echoing in Professor Charles's ears.
"Humanity, welcome to Heaven!"
Before Gabriel's words finished, holy light rose around Professor Charles.
Angels with six pairs of large white wings on their backs stood in the holy light, surrounding Professor Charles.
Professor Charles looked at the White Holy Mountain before him, then glanced around, looking at the handsome Angels, and his tone immediately became somewhat dry.
"Heaven? Did I die!"
Gabriel smiled at Professor Charles and shook his head: "The souls of those who believe in the Lord will return to Heaven after death and receive salvation!"
"But you are different. I don't think even Michael would have expected someone to be able to reach Heaven through the consciousness passage left by his holy descent. This is something no one has been able to do, even throughout the long years of Heaven!"
"Your strength is very strong. I think the Lord wouldn't mind having one more powerful warrior!"
"So, that wasn't some false god, but the Archangel Michael!" Professor Charles said with a wry smile, "Could the charm of that Cosmic Cube really be so great that even you legendary Angels are tempted by it?"
"Cosmic Cube?" Gabriel's tone carried a hint of doubt, but he didn't ask further.
The matters of Lost Heavenly Mountain were entrusted to Michael by the Lord, and it was not his responsibility.
However, Gabriel was quite interested in receiving a powerful soul that needed salvation.
"It seems I've become a smuggler! I wonder if there's an extradition treaty between Heaven and Earth. If there is, I don't mind being repatriated to Earth!"
Charles looked around, his fingers stroking the armrest of the wheelchair. Beneath his bald head, his kind face maintained a smile, but a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes.
An Angel, an Angel who stole the Cosmic Cube, human property, didn't seem like a good path. He half-jokingly told Gabriel that he had no intention of going to Heaven.
At the same time, he keenly noticed the staircase passage he had used to arrive.
Without waiting for Gabriel's reply, Charles suddenly stood up, his figure darting towards the staircase he had come from with agile speed.
"The Lord is the only God. Even infidels will be forgiven. I see sin in you. I think you need to repent and make atonement on Paradise Mountain!"
Gabriel watched Professor Charles attempting to escape down from Heaven, his wings spreading behind him, endless holy light shining in the Void Space.
Hundreds of Angels pursued Professor Charles, quickly blocking his path.
However, Professor Charles placed his fingers on his temple, and a powerful, invisible psionic fluctuation instantly swept outwards. Large swathes of Angels blocking his path immediately collapsed to the ground.
Some Angels were even controlled by his psionic energy, swinging the longswords in their hands and slashing at their companions.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Professor Charles rushed down the Heaven staircase, taking large strides. Just as he was getting closer and closer to the portal leading to the Reality World.
With the sound of a horn, a white light beam enveloped Professor Charles.
In Professor Charles's mind, countless voices of followers praying instantly appeared.
The chaotic voices, the massive amount of information, instantly caused Professor Charles's head to become a mess.
Originally, with Professor Charles's psionic ability, amplified by Cerebro, he could find the Mutants he was looking for among the six billion people in the Human World.
He could also extinguish all life forms he perceived, like blowing out candles.
Unfortunately, this holy light pillar summoned by the Horn of the Apocalypse contained the prayers, curses, and unwillingness of those followers towards God during the apocalyptic disasters that destroyed hundreds of life planets and Dimensional Realm in Heaven.
The massive amount of information contained within, combined with the psychic energy, was thousands, tens of thousands of times more than the total population of Earth.
Even though Professor Charles's psionic ability was already strong enough for his soul to survive outside his body, and his spirit was vast enough to rival a Nascent Divinity Cultivator from the Yanfu Continent, he was instantly lost in Heaven's sea of faith.
Under the consciousness impact of this massive psychic sea, he directly knelt on the ground.
"A very powerful soul, enough to forge a powerful battle angel!"
Gabriel looked at Charles, who was struggling in pain, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, and then he said softly.
"Professor!"
On the Blackbird, Cyclops suddenly noticed that Professor Charles's calm face was suddenly contorting, and two streams of blood were gushing down from his nostrils.
Cyclops quickly shook Professor Charles, trying to wake him up, but no matter how hard he tried, Professor Charles, who had fallen into a coma, showed no sign of waking.
On the contrary, blue veins bulged on Professor Charles's forehead, and even on his smooth bald head, blue veins were exposed, making people worry that these blue veins would burst at any moment.
Several Mutants on the Blackbird heard the commotion and gathered around.
"Professor!"
"Master, how is the Professor?"
A group of Mutants wearing X-Men uniforms, including former X-Men members, former Brotherhood of Mutants members, and a few newcomers recently selected through Utopia's judicial exams.
They now shared a unified identity: the Mutant Patrol responsible for managing public order and security in Utopia, or more simply, the senior police officers within Utopia.
Their main responsibility was dealing with Mutants who committed crimes in Utopia relying on their mutant abilities.
Leon Military Base was located in the heartland of Utopia, so they rushed to provide reinforcements as soon as they received the information.
And Professor Charles was the second plan reported at Leon Military Base initially. They just didn't expect Professor Charles to encounter a problem.
As the bedrock of Utopia's security, Professor Charles's safety was arguably related to the stability of Utopia.
Soon, even Magneto arrived at Leon Base. On the Blackbird, Magneto, standing on a metal plate, didn't even wait for the jet door to open. He simply waved his hand and opened a door in the metal wall of the Blackbird.
He quickly came to Professor Charles's side, looking at his old friend whose seven orifices were constantly bleeding.
"How is Charles?"
He immediately bent down and squatted beside Professor Charles's wheelchair, looking anxiously at the Mutant Doctor who was examining Charles.
"The Professor's consciousness seems to be under some powerful external pressure. We need to get him out of this pressure as soon as possible, otherwise, once the blood vessels in his brain can't withstand the immense pressure and burst, I'm afraid, Professor..."
The Doctor hesitated, speaking his diagnosis to Magneto in a roundabout way.
"Powerful external pressure!?" Magneto looked at Cerebro on Charles's head, blinked, and wondered if he had misheard.
He and this old friend had loved and killed each other for a lifetime. Although he was very dissatisfied with Charles's stubbornness and weakness towards humanity.
But he knew his old mate's strength deeply. In terms of psionic power, with the amplification of Cerebro, how could there possibly be any creature on the entire Earth that could suppress him?
"In my name, have Hank inquire with the World Security Council. Find out the origin of the Intruder in the base below!"
Magneto, currently the Head of State of Utopia, sent a formal note to the World Security Council in the name of a national leader. Even the World Security Council had to take it seriously.
Soon, Utopia's Foreign Minister, Beast (Hank McCoy), brought back information from the World Security Council regarding the Intruder.
In the communicator, Hank's face, covered in thick fur, couldn't hide his shock, "The information from the World Security Council suggests the Intruder is likely Michael!"
"Michael? Which Michael?" Magneto's eyes widened.
"Heavenly Kingdom Vice-Regent, Angel of God, the Michael from the Bible!" Hank's expression was somewhat dazed as he spoke.
Angel, Bible, Magneto looked at Hank in astonishment. After repeated confirmation, Magneto turned back to look at his old mate, who was shrinking his body in pain, his face covered in bloodstains.
He gritted his teeth hatefully: "So what if it's an Angel? We've killed Apocalypse, who claimed to be the only God!"
Magneto turned to Cyclops: "Scott, where is Jean Grey? Tell her to come quickly. If it's really the legendary Michael, only Jean Grey can save Charles now!"
"Jean Grey? Let her use the Dark Phoenix's power? But the Professor said...?" Cyclops hesitated.
Magneto glared at him fiercely and said, "Charles, whatever he said doesn't matter! Now only Jean Grey has the ability to enter Charles's consciousness! If you don't want him to die, find Jean Grey!"
After speaking, Magneto no longer paid attention to the conflicted Cyclops. He took out his mobile phone and dialed Wanda's phone number.
"Wanda, where is Tang? I have something very important. He's cultivating in seclusion? My matter is very important, be sure to notify him!"
"So what if they are Gods? Do they think it's still the Middle Ages! Even if they are Gods, they are your Western Gods. We Chinese people are not afraid of any monsters and demons. Let alone Michael, even if Yahweh himself comes and wants to target the Stargate, he'll have to ask if the guys in our hands agree!"
An emergency video conference was held among the heads of state of six countries. The Chinese Head of State slammed the table: "If you don't dare to act, then leave it to us. The Golden Monkey rises with a thousand-pound rod, clearing the Jade Palace of dust for eternity. Our Dragon Palace Satellite is directly above the base. With four Sea-Pacifying Divine Needles dropped, I don't believe we can't break Michael's wings!"
"Cough cough!" The newly appointed Federal Black President covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice.
The French President beside him cleverly took over the Chinese Head of State's words: "Mr. Chairman, Leon Military Base is our only Forward Base at the moment. The importance of the Space Gate is self-evident.
All our countries have invested a massive amount of manpower, material resources, and funds. If we rashly use space-based weapons, the funds and energy required to rebuild a Forward Base are minor matters. The most important thing is that I am worried about affecting the progress of interstellar development!"
"Then, according to your opinion, how should this matter be handled?" The Chinese Head of State didn't even look at the French President, staring intently at the Federal President.
The newly appointed Federal Black President's gaze drifted under the Chinese Head of State's gaze: "According to the defense system we established when building the Forward Base, one Intruder is completely insignificant!"
"Mr. President, I hope things are truly as insignificant as your country says. If the Federation is unable to protect the Forward Base, then we Russians have plenty of reliable capable lads. However, the output of the Stargate, I think, will need to be reallocated!"
The Russian President had a smile on his face, but his words implied a desire to take a substantial bite out of the Federation.
"Mr. Chinese President, there's no need for you to worry about the guard work at the Forward Base. The situation within the base is currently under control.
Professor Charles has already rushed to the scene. You should understand Professor X's strength. Even the Nordic Thor may not be Professor Charles's rival. I think even the Archangel Michael from the Bible is at most comparable in strength to Thor!"
The Black President rested his hands on the office desk in front of him, seemingly to add persuasiveness to his words. This was a trick he often used when he was a lawyer! However, compared to this inexperienced President, everyone present were Old Foxes who had been navigating the political world for many years.
Even the British and French Presidents, who had always been on the Federation's side, were somewhat calculating their moves.
The distribution of interests in the Forward Base was initially because the Federation was the most powerful and closest to Leon Base. There was no other way; the Federation got the biggest share of the cake when interests were distributed.
Seeing an opportunity to redistribute the cake, who wasn't a leading figure back then? Even Britain, a loyal follower of the Federation, didn't lack the ambition to restore the glory of the Empire on which the Sun never sets through interstellar development.
"It's best if your Federation can solve it independently. I heard that the person who broke into the Forward Base with the Pope was from your Federal Military!"
The Chinese President said with a smile, completely ignoring the fact that the Federal President's dark face had turned blackish-purple.
"That suspect has been controlled. As for whether he is a Federation person, it remains to be investigated! I have already asked the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) to verify. I suspect he was an Agent from a certain country in disguise!"
The Federal President glared at the Russian President. The "certain country" in his words was naturally self-evident.
Just as the two were glaring at each other like fighting chickens, unwilling to show weakness.
A secretary walked up to the Presidents of the various countries who were holding the video conference and whispered softly.
The next moment, the faces of everyone present instantly became very unpleasant, especially the Federal President.
The White House Chief of Staff brought him two bad news. The Air Force Colonel who was detained and held died from poison during interrogation.
Charles, on whom he had placed high hopes, suddenly fell into a coma. Currently, the base's defense forces could do nothing against that unknown life form suspected to be an Angel.
Clearly, these two matters were no secret to the people present.
Soon, the leaders of various countries expressed their attitude regarding the Forward Base matter.
The Russian President, ignoring the Federal President's eggplant-purple face, stated directly that if the Federation couldn't handle it, he could directly dispatch the Black Sea Fleet to help.
The Chinese Head of State spoke more gently, but he directly put the Dragon Palace Satellite on standby. The British Prime Minister kindly told the Federal President that he could apply to the Royal Family to send the legendary supernatural power, the Twelve Round Table Knights, as reinforcements.
Among those present, only T'Challa, who was unfamiliar with political struggle, was somewhat confused and didn't understand that the heads of state of various countries were using the situation to exert pressure and gain more interests.
Perhaps because of their similar skin color, T'Challa had a certain fondness for the newly appointed Federal President. He directly promised him that Wakanda's elites could be rapidly dispatched to support the Forward Base.
He was completely unaware that after he finished speaking, his fellow countryman's face became even more unpleasant.
"Where are the supernatural soldiers we trained? Send them over!"
Inside the Oval Office of the White House, the newly appointed Federal President swept the documents in front of him onto the ground, roaring at his Advisors.
"Sir, a large portion of our superpowered soldiers were trained with the help of the Church. You must understand that the target we are currently suspected of dealing with is a legendary Angel!"
The White House Chief of Staff squatted down to pick up the documents on the ground, while also stating his opinion to Mr. President, rejecting the President's idea of deploying those superpowered soldiers.
"Then let S.H.I.E.L.D. handle it, and those Superheroes, contact them—" Mr. President loosened his tie and sat back down in the office chair.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. agents are already on their way. Mr. Stark rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the information. Doctor Reed Richards and his team are on their way. With them there, we believe the situation will be brought under control soon!"
The White House Chief of Staff organized the documents in his hand, arranged them neatly, and placed them back on the President's office desk.
Upon hearing the Secretary-General's orderly words, the Federal President's surging rage immediately subsided. He opened his hands, expressing his apology: "I'm sorry, Madam, I lost my composure..."
The White House Chief of Staff shook her head: "Sir, this is our responsibility, to help you manage this country. You are the Federal President, you must believe in the authority in your hands. Even if they are Gods, how many nuclear bombs can They withstand!"
Hearing the Secretary-General's words, the President subconsciously looked at the briefcase. The moment he saw the briefcase, his anxious emotions immediately calmed down.
Yes, how many nuclear bombs could a God withstand?
(end of chapter)