Chapter 284
"But I think neither the Federation nor Utopia can bear the risk brought by Professor Charles losing control. We should be able to find a better method!"
The Middle-aged Man was from the Federal Department of Defense, a Senior Official in the Secretary of Defense's Office. When he heard Magneto's words, he noticed the red-haired woman rushing over.
Jean Grey, formerly a Master at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a member of the X-Men, and currently serving as the Ministry of Education of Utopia.
Information about the woman quickly filtered through his mind.
The Department of Defense had a secret list marked with danger levels. This secret list recorded many dangerous individuals with powerful mutant abilities who could threaten the national security of the Federation.
Professor Charles was high on the list, and Magneto was at the top. However, Jean Grey, who seemed harmless and had no significant battle achievements, was not on it.
He didn't think Jean Grey had the ability to control the situation if Professor Charles lost control.
Therefore, the Person in Charge sent by the Federal Department of Defense directly rejected Magneto's suggestion to use Jean Grey to wake Professor Charles, insisting on finding other methods.
And his so-called other methods...
"Your so-called better method is to turn Charles into an idiot! You son of a bitch, Charles is one of us from Utopia, it's not your place, the Federation, to dictate things!"
Upon hearing the official's words, Magneto immediately clenched his fists, his complexion turning extremely ugly. Usually a man of excellent self-restraint, he directly cursed at the official.
Dr. Reed Richards keenly noticed that at this instant, all the metal in the entire Treatment Room was vibrating slightly.
Clearly, the energy Magneto had accumulated from his rage had reached the verge of eruption.
Dr. Reed Richards nudged Banner with his elbow. When Bruce Banner turned back, he gave him an inquiring gaze.
"The Experts and Doctors at the Base suggested directly cutting off Professor Charles's prefrontal lobe!" Banner whispered quietly in Dr. Reed Richards's ear as he turned back.
"This?" Dr. Reed Richards immediately understood why Magneto was so enraged after hearing this.
The Federation had truly gone too far in this matter.
Professor Charles had suffered an accident while protecting this Forward Base, and instead of actively providing aid, the Federation wanted to permanently turn Professor Charles into an idiot.
Turning this dangerous individual into an idiot with no ability to care for himself.
No wonder everyone gathered here had unpleasant expressions.
Admittedly, a Professor Charles who had lost control threatened the safety of the entire World. From the perspective of all humanity, what the Federation did was not wrong.
But the Federation completely disregarded the feelings of the others present.
Putting others aside, even he himself felt extremely uncomfortable hearing the Federation's attitude towards Professor Charles.
Voluntary sacrifice is great; being voluntarily sacrificed is a conspiracy.
No one wants to be the one sacrificed.
"Mr. President, this is a necessary decision I must make to protect World safety! I hope you can understand. I believe Professor Charles, if he knew, would understand and support this decision," the official still tried to persuade Magneto to make a decision quickly.
"Get lost!" Magneto returned a cold Gaze to the official. "If you made this decision on behalf of the Federal Government, then I don't mind declaring war on the Federation!"
Buzz buzz buzz buzz—
As if to prove his determination, all the metal items in the entire Treatment Room simultaneously levitated, aiming at everyone in the Treatment Room except for the Mutant group.
And some radical Mutants in the crowd also prepared for attack, following Magneto.
A few Department of Defense Soldiers brought by the official in the crowd reached for their waists, ready to draw their guns at any moment.
Frank waved his hand, signaling his S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents to start moving, quietly separating the Mutants from the Department of Defense Soldiers.
Looking at Magneto's bloodshot eyes, the official swallowed, but still talked tough, "Mr. President, I hope you take responsibility for your words! Declaring war on the Federation, with Utopia's national strength..."
Buzz! As soon as the official finished speaking, a scalpel, vibrating at high speed, shot directly towards his face.
For a moment, the official seemed to see the scene of his skull being pierced.
Whoosh! Just as Dr. Reed Richards was about to stretch out his elastic arm to block the scalpel, a laser shot out from the side, deflecting the scalpel.
The blazing high temperature of the laser directly melted the scalpel into a pile of red-hot scrap metal, which fell to the ground with a clang.
Click, click!
Tony Stark, under everyone's gaze, lowered his arm. At his wrist, the arm component of his nanotech armor slowly retracted into the Arc Reactor on his chest like mercury.
"Calm down. I know everyone is very agitated right now, but you'd better try to restrain your emotions."
Facing the gazes directed at him, Tony Stark reached out and tapped his black wrist device a few times. A virtual image of a brain CT scan image appeared on the wrist device.
Tony Stark pointed to an area in the scanned brain CT virtual image and explained to the crowd, "Cutting off the prefrontal lobe can indeed turn a normal person into an idiot. This is a method used by psychiatric hospitals to deal with some manic patients!
But clearly, our patient here is not a manic patient!"
"If his psychic energy is truly powerful enough to control the life and death of everyone on Earth, then the physical body is a wall that controls this vast strength for him.
If the prefrontal lobe is cut off, it's equivalent to us manually dismantling a dam blocking a flood!"
Tony Stark looked at the sweating Department of Defense official. "Once he is controlled by someone, the damage to Earth will be catastrophic. You can call the White House now and ask if those people in the White House can accept this consequence!"
Without waiting for the official to refute or answer, Tony Stark turned to look at Magneto. "Just now, when that giant snake devoured that unknown creature, a Void Channel appeared in the Void Space.
I used an energy scanner to scan that energy passage and unexpectedly detected a mental fluctuation. Just now, when I was doing a brainwave analysis for Professor Charles, I found that the similarity between this mental fluctuation and Professor Charles's brainwave frequency was as high as 96%!"
"You mean Charles fell into the hands of that Angel, that unknown creature..."
Magneto couldn't help but frown upon hearing Tony Stark's words.
If that unknown creature was truly an Angel, wouldn't the end of that Passage be Heaven?
Thinking of Charles, his old friend of many years, going to "Heaven"! Professor Charles felt a very strange feeling in his heart.
"Is there any method to bring Charles back?"
Magneto gazed at Tony Stark and asked.
Regardless of whether the opposite side was Heaven or not, he needed to bring his old friend back.
"I tried to locate that Passage, but unfortunately, the Passage was open for too short a time!" Tony Stark shook his head.
"The energy detector didn't capture the position of that Passage! I need time..."
"There is another method, which is to locate Professor Charles's mental fluctuation! As long as I find where his mental fluctuation is, I can locate the space fluctuation.
But we need a coordinate point!"
Hearing Tony Stark's words, Magneto cast his Gaze towards Jean.
"I'll do it!" Jean nodded, walked to Professor Charles's side, and slightly raised her hands, about to move them towards Professor Charles's temple. "Wait!" Tony Stark suddenly raised his hand, stopping Jean's action.
"Lady, the energy fluctuation on the opposite side of that Passage is very powerful. You just need to sense Professor Charles's position and provide us with a coordinate point..."
"Powerful energy?" Jean turned back to look at Tony Stark, smiled boldly, and then pressed her hands down on Professor Charles's head.
Tony Stark watched the woman with her red hair fluttering and her eyes slightly closed, and for some reason, she reminded him of his old friend, Black Widow.
He was sighing when his corner of the eye suddenly glanced over beside him.
Magneto's figure had moved back slightly at some point.
Meeting Tony Stark's gaze, Magneto gave him a strained smile.
He wasn't afraid of the terrifying Phoenix Force inside Jean's body.
Thinking back to the scene when Apocalypse, as powerful as a deity, turned into ash in the permeating Phoenix Force.
Magneto felt a little apprehensive in his heart.
Jean pressed her hands on Professor Charles's temple, her psionic power invading Professor Charles's mind, sensing that Professor Charles's mental consciousness, originally deep as an abyss and vast as a sea, was now so dry that barely a trace of mental power remained.
Jean's consciousness followed the traces of Professor Charles's mental power, chasing out into the Void Space.
......
Heaven, in the mythology history of Near Western Civilization,
Heaven is often associated with goodness and holiness.
The greatest wish of Believers of Catholicism and Christianity is to go to Heaven after death.
In the teachings of the Bible, sinners cannot go to Heaven.
So in the Middle Ages, The Church even created something called Indulgence for this purpose.
They claimed that purchasing Indulgence could atone for their sins and allow them to go to Heaven.
For a time, Nobles and Civilians in the Western World competed to buy them, and The Church also earned a fortune from this, once becoming the richest group in the entire European World.
In the myths and legends of any religion, there is an Ideal Land that can embody the ideal of the Believers.
In this Fantasy World, all the beautiful fantasies of the Believers are embodied.
A River of Milk that never runs dry, delicious food everywhere, trees bearing gold and gemstones, naked beauties wearing only light gauze, no need to work, no disease, no pain, only endless lifespan and endless enjoyment.
These ideal perfect worlds are not unchanging; they are constructed based on the needs of real humans. In some religions in modern times, the described ideal world even includes game rooms always connected to the internet, and even the Guiding Angel has been replaced by the Goddess.
The Buddhist School has the Pure Land of Bliss, Catholicism has Heaven, Asgard has Valhalla...
The Buddhist School speaks of reincarnation, Catholicism claims going to Heaven after death, and Asgard speaks of entering Valhalla after dying heroically in battle.
Not a single religion speaks of the present, it's all the future, after death, the next life, reincarnation.
The reason Illusory things are beautiful is because they are far away; seeing things from a distance is the most beautiful.
Once in close contact, it's like how a peacock spreading its tail is brilliant from a distance, but once approached, what is seen is the ugly rear revealed behind the peacock's spread tail; after the colorful feathers, only ugliness remains.
Above this Rolling Sea of Clouds, before the towering Heaven's Gate, under the illumination of quiet and ancient Holy Light, a conflict is breaking out.
A handsome Angel with hundreds of pairs of light feathers spread out behind him held a divine sword burning with blazing sacred flame, aiming it from afar at Professor Charles.
The rage in those silver eyes could almost burn the entire Sea of Clouds.
Professor Charles looked at the Angel before him, his gaze falling upon the Sword of the Fire God held in Michael's hand. White, Holy White Light shone and entwined on that battle sword.
That was Michael's Holy Power churning.
The Sword of the Fire God, the renown of this legendary weapon echoes through innumerable worlds. The meaning it represents is far greater and heavier than its own existence.
Michael was wearing armor.
Golden armor, with white Holy Light like lightning pulsating like an electric current on Michael's wings behind him.
That head of white long hair danced in the wind. The enraged Michael was like a lion king patrolling its territory; that mountain-like aura was still heavy, still oppressing all living beings.
In Charles's psychic vision,
With Michael as the center, the white radiance formed a floating sea of light. Just one look makes one unable to resist feeling like kneeling.
Divine Might like the sea, it was no exaggeration.
Professor Charles sat in a wheelchair. In the air before him, hundreds and thousands of Angels stood with their backs to him, holding holy lightsabers, blocking in front of Michael.
They blocked his Passage to the Reality World.
"Mortal! You want to block me!"
Among the smooth wings behind Michael, some broken wings were vaguely visible. At the base of the broken wings, charred marks could be clearly seen.
Michael at this moment could be said to be extremely enraged. The pain of being torn on his body made him wish he could immediately rush to the Reality Dimension and cut that Black Python into countless pieces.
But this human before him actually dared to block him!
"Angel, in the Bible, represents holiness! Your actions don't look like an Angel's!"
Professor Charles's figure was a bit illusory; that was the manifestation of his vast psionic power being consumed to the extreme.
Just now, he had struggled to break free from the Sound of the Doomsday Horn, escaping from the ocean of Doomsday Curses from almost endless Believers...
...............…
Just now, Professor Charles used all his strength to block the action of this enraged Angel before him from descending upon the Current World.
Not long ago, before this Golden Light shining Heaven's Gate, a Void Channel appeared. On the opposite side of the Void Channel, Professor Charles sensed many familiar mental fluctuations.
His own students Scott and Jean, his old friend Magneto, and that familiar Utopia belonging to Mutants, which they had struggled for decades to build.
The moment he confirmed that the opposite side was the Reality World, Professor Charles didn't think much at all. He directly used all his strength, using psychic ability to control tens of thousands of Angels, blocking this angry guy before him.
But Charles didn't expect the degree of this Archangel's anger, nor did he expect someone (a snake) in the Current World would be so crazy as to directly devour Michael's descending Sacred Soul, which was equivalent to directly tearing off a piece of Michael's soul. That kind of Soul tearing pain was a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than cutting a piece of flesh from an Ordinary Person.
This directly woke up Michael's Main Body slumbering in the Sea of Faith on Paradise Mountain. Professor Charles's ability in the Mental Domain is unmatched; he could sense Michael's enraged emotions.
This guy was almost driven mad by the pain.
(end of chapter)