MTL - Marvel Reverses Wolverine-Chapter 127 The strongest of the ancient one, white magic (two in one)

  Chapter 127 Ancient One's strongest, white magic (two in one)

   This is the first time that Professor Charles Xavier has come to the White House.

  Although he once felt the environment and atmosphere here "immersively" through someone's perspective, when he really stepped on the handmade Persian carpet in the presidential rotunda.

  The complex and chaotic emotions are greater than this, the excitement that Americans should have.

  Minister Michael Hals chatted with the President for a long time, and Charles just kept smiling, answering some of the President's academic doubts about gene mutations from time to time.

  From President Kennedy's vague glance at him, he already knew the reason why he came to the White House today.

   "Minister Hals, thank you for your persistence in this job, especially in the early stages when the relevant information about mutants is still unclear. I would like to communicate with Professor Xavier about some digressions."

   "Good Mr. President! Charles is left to you."

  The chubby Mr. Minister got up and said goodbye easily, winked at Charles, and left the White House rotunda. Judging from his attitude when communicating with Mr. President, he did not agree with Senator Partridge's proposal plan.

   "Charles? May I call you that."

  John Kennedy looked at Minister Hals and seemed to be a lot more comfortable after leaving the rotunda. He walked to the corner where the wine cabinet was placed, poured himself some gin, raised his glass and looked at Charles Xavier inquiringly.

   "Of course sir, thank you, but I seldom drink alcohol, and the influence of alcohol on the brain nerves is particularly strong under my feelings."

  Kennedy nodded knowingly, casually asked the question he was most interested in, and sat back on the sofa.

   "Can you tell me how you judge and identify mutants?"

  Charles interlaced his fingers, twisted them gently, let out a long breath, and carefully explained to President Kennedy:

"It's brain waves, Mr. President. In my 'eyes', the brain waves of mutants and ordinary people are like red and blue, and they are distinct, except for some mutants who also have telepathic powers, or wear isolated brain waves. Wave radiation equipment."

   "When did you know that I am also a mutant."

  Mr. President was as calm and simple as asking what you want for dinner, without even a special change in tone.

  The moment Charles stepped into the White House, out of great respect for the head of state of this country, he didn't try to use his ability to spy on Kennedy's mind at all.

  But at this moment, he already understood Mr. President's mind, or attitude.

   "About four months ago when I first scanned New York and the wider area with the EEG."

   "So it's so early?"

  Kennedy finally changed his expression, blurted out in surprise, he suddenly grinned, and his handsome appearance made him look very friendly.

   "I'm sorry Mr. President, I was too curious because there was only a red 'figure' of a mutant in the White House, I, I couldn't control myself"

   "It's okay Charles, it's okay, this kind of power is your talent and instinct, the law can regulate a person's words and deeds, but it is impossible to restrict his thoughts Well, is it just me? I mean, mine, children?"

  Kennedy asked anxiously, as if this matter was more important than his mutant identity.

   "Only you, sir, but this is currently the case because gene mutations occur frequently during adolescence, and most mutants are not born with a dominant X gene, so... I can only say that they are ordinary people for the time being."

   A short sentence made John F. Kennedy, the president who has been struggling all the way to the peak of power, and has long been indifferent to emotions, his eyebrows fluctuated like a roller coaster.

  The two people in the round hall were silent for a while, and finally President Kennedy sighed leisurely:

   "I want to thank you, Professor Charles, and even the vast majority of people in this world must thank you."

  Kennedy took out a report from the desk drawer and placed it in front of Charles.

  Charles Xavier took a quick glance at the official analysis of his abilities and strength after he joined the Mutation Force Research Department as the chief consultant.

  "A person who can control all life thoughts and behaviors with his own thoughts, but has not become a dictator, and has not used this power to satisfy his own selfish desires. Charles, this is great, great and very unreal."

"I have understood your idea, it is a way, but very naive, very naive, looking forward to creating a mutant 'hero' so that this race can find a living space, if you know the secret information of the 'captain' back then, hehe, you You can look into my head, I won't know anyway."

  Mr. President tapped his eyebrows and said jokingly. He looked at the silent Charles, and suddenly realized that even if a person can have the power comparable to a god, he cannot have real wisdom at the same time.

  He leaned forward, and finally he was not just a perfect image of a very friendly politician, he said in a low and solemn voice:

"You can try your idea first, but don't expect to rely on 'good people and good deeds' to gain the trust of the public and bureaucrats. I will try to delay the proposal of the awakening plan, but judging from the current situation, it is difficult to stop its birth, so— "

  President Kennedy stopped speaking, and looked at Charles Xavier with scorching eyes, as if waiting for him to read the copy himself, without expressing his intentions.

  Charles hesitantly raised his right hand and put it on his forehead. He stared into Mr. President's eyes, and each other's pupils trembled and flickered. After a long time, the young Professor Charles Xavier finally spoke:

   "I promise you, sir."

  Louisiana is located in the southern United States.

  The first people to set foot here were the French colonists in the 16th century. The state was deeply influenced by French culture, and even the name of the state was established in memory of King Louis XIV of France.

  So here you can often hear the characteristic American French English, or you can simply see older red-necked white men, grinning and cursing in a not-so-authentic French.

   Eric Lanshere took young Alex Summers to sit in a coffee shop outside a police station in New Orleans. He only ordered a cup of Americano and sipped slowly.

  Maybe it was Alex who was just in his early twenties, when his body metabolism was extremely high. A few hours after lunch, he bought two chicken leg burgers and a large bucket of fried chicken from the burger shop across the street.

   Under the dissatisfied stare of the pretty lady proprietress of the coffee shop, she ate voraciously.

   "Cough cough! Cough."

   "Ma'am, please give us another glass of milk, a big one."

   Seeing that Alex didn't order any Coke, he choked on the hamburger and fried chicken nuggets and slapped his chest, and thoughtfully ordered a glass of milk for him.

   "Thank you ma'am, don't look for it, your latte tastes really good."

The proprietress of the coffee shop with a strong Luzhou hot style took a ten-dollar bill from Eric. I don't know if it was a dollar bill or because of the tall and handsome appearance of this man, she gently touched it with her buttocks. Eric's arms swayed away.

   Even the look in Alex's eyes is also a lot of joy.

   "Ho! Thank you, Mr. Lanshere."

  Alex finally delivered the hamburger and fried chicken in his throat. He let out a long sigh of relief and thanked Eric.

  During the time in the Howlett family, his daily training and ability development were taught by Eric, so he became more respectful and respectful.

   "Have you always had such a good appetite?"

  Looking at Alex who continued to pick up the second chicken burger, Eric finally couldn't help asking.

   "Since the awakening of abilities a few years ago, I have become very hungry, and I will not gain weight no matter how much I eat, especially after releasing the shock wave."

   "Well, it makes sense."

Eric continued to look out of the window of the coffee shop. A short, fat, bald man wearing a classic FBI long windbreaker came out of the police station staggeringly, pushed open the glass door, and sat in Eric's seat in two steps. side.

   "Remy LeBeau, only a name and his criminal record, and an oral portrait of an eyewitness."

The chunky man suspected of being an FBI agent took out a thin document bag, threw it in front of Eric, beckoned to order a latte for himself, and shoved the person who was already on the table with his hands very uncomfortable. abdomen.

   "Get it so quickly? The identity of the FBI is really useful."

Eric looked at the data records in the file bag, and Alex next to him was sucking his oily fingers and leaned over to look at it seriously. This was the first time he had traveled so far, and it was still considered "executive" mission", the young man was particularly concerned.

   "Don't underestimate the FBI. I was almost invited into the director's office for coffee after I revealed my identity as the New York General Administration. This Hoover, who built the FBI, has completely devastated the police system in the United States."

  The detective gentleman took the latte, held the cup in both hands and drank it with a somewhat distorted image, and continued to introduce to the two:

"This handsome-looking Remy is about the same age as Alex. He is a thief. He has been stealing and no one cares about it. But last Sunday night, the vault door of a small bank in the suburbs of New Orleans was blown up. , there was no trace of gunpowder or chemicals at the scene."

  Eric Lanshere looked at the dictation of the bank staff and the surrounding witnesses, as well as the investigation by the police and the monitoring equipment newly introduced by the bank.

It is precisely because of the weirdness of this case that it attracted the attention of the "Special Talents" Department of the Howlett Group in New Orleans. After the bold judgment of Emma and others, this thief named Remy LeBeau should have a mutation Power, with an extremely high probability of being at "Beta" level or above.

   "The police station seems to have lost their clues. Remy took two bags of dollars and ran away without a trace. He is not greedy, and he seems to be an orphan and has no family friends."

  Alex frowned and analyzed in a dignified manner. Surveillance equipment has just appeared in this era, and the best products are currently manufactured by Howlett Group.

  Although the technological level within the group is 20 to 30 years ahead of the outside world, the surveillance scene that can be seen at night is purely a black shadow.

  Even if Remy LeBeau swaggers back to New Orleans in a few days, there is no strong evidence to prove that he is the suspect in the bank robbery, only the experience of the surrounding citizens and old police officers who knew him speculated.

   "But he has an 'organization', doesn't he, the largest gang of thieves in New Orleans, and the leader is a Frenchman named Jean Luc."

  Eric raised his eyebrows and looked at another police document in the file bag, and immediately understood the meaning. This "FBI agent" did a good job.

Finally, the three of them finished their respective drinks and meals. In the eyes of the proprietress of the coffee shop, Eric still pushed the door of the shop with the two of them regretfully, and strode towards a Howlett Group parked at the corner of the street. A white Mercedes-Benz car provided by a local company.

  The short and fat man who just sat in the co-pilot seat lost weight rapidly and grew a little taller, with fine indigo blue scales protruding from his skin and clothes.

  In the blink of an eye, Raven turned into an ordinary person in Raven's daily life, with long dirty blond hair, a brown leather jacket, and black skinny jeans.

  She patted her flat belly, smiled happily and said:

   "It turns out that a big belly is so awkward and uncomfortable. I don't want to be in that shape again."

   Eric smiled slyly, teasing that Raven would get pregnant once, maybe many times.

   "Hmph, I still think Emma is more suitable for this kind of work than you. You are good at dismantling planes and houses, but spiritual power is the most effective when contacting a guy who looks slippery and difficult to deal with."

   Raven laughed and scolded for a moment, then hit Eric on the shoulder with a hard hammer a few times, complaining in revenge.

  Mr. Lanshere may be used to driving sports cars, and this business model Mercedes-Benz is also very good at driving.

  The sports car in the rear row is modified by Alex, who is a professional. It is professionally judged that this pushback feeling is definitely not what this car can achieve. It is firmly speculated that Eric used the ability of electromagnetic acceleration.

   "Don't underestimate me, Raven, put on the shielding helmet. Except for Dad, there is no one on this planet that I think is invincible. By the way, Dad said that he has nothing to do with that mage leader, except for these two people."

   "If Mr. Lebow is not good at communicating, tie him up and talk slowly, isn't it Alex!"

  Watching Eric grinning and looking at himself from the rearview mirror, Alex Summers was depressed and remembered the scene of being abused by him during the actual combat

   "When will Asazo pick us up, I have work the day after tomorrow, and it's too hard to fly back to New York."

  Accustomed to the "transportation" that can reach tens of thousands of miles in an instant, Eric now even looks down on the first-class cabin of Boeing aircraft. Raven shrugged and said casually:

   "He took Emma to the Himalayas to find Dad. That colleague of yours planned to set up a mutant 'firefighting' team, which was openly exposed to the public eye."

   Raven hasn't reconciled with Charles yet, and even the news was learned through Emma.

  The intelligence organization of the Howlett family has learned that Professor Xavier, who is in the mutant force department of SHIELD, is preparing to launch his own mutant team and turn them into a heroic team to save the people.

  The young and innocent Raven didn’t realize that there was anything wrong with this sounding plan, but Miss Emma Frost, who had a keen mind, immediately decided to go to the other side of the world to meet James.

   It seems that the trouble that this kind of behavior may bring will be extremely serious.

   "Hoo hoo."

  Even in the mirrored space, this world is still as windy, frosty and cold as the real snow field outside. The white mist exhaled by the man gathers and does not disperse, shooting like two horses for more than ten meters before slowly dissipating.

  The Supreme Mage watched James Howlett slowly adjust the energy rhythm of his body, pursed his thin lips tightly and said nothing.

  Just breathing casually, the steam boiler-like heart and lungs exhausted the majestic breath, gathering into a long white dragon in the howling wind, slowly exhaling like an ancient giant beast.

  Master Gu Yi has seen powerful creatures of various dimensions in hundreds of years, but he never thought that the human body could one day evolve and cultivate to such a degree.

The blood-red energy condensed on James' body burst and danced, sticking out his tongue like a flame. The surrounding air was distorted and deformed by the high temperature. The blade is still growing slowly.

  It seems to be a strange bone structure like armor, covered with a layer of skin that looks like gold and jade, and the violent ups and downs of his chest indicate that this man is not really tired.

   "It turns out that your physical strength is not inexhaustible, and your life energy is not as stable and restrained as before, Mr. Howlett."

  The supreme mage said proudly, today she deliberately wore a neat and strong outfit that is convenient for fighting, without wide sleeves and a robe tail that drags the floor.

In a black bunt suit that tightly binds her waist and calves, her long platinum hair is **** high, and she holds a fan-shaped weapon made by secret techniques in each hand. This Celtic woman looks more like a Hall of Valor at the moment. The former Valkyrie.

   "You can only use the trick of throwing the mountain. The ancient master, relying on manipulating the distance of the mirror space to hide behind and throwing 'stones', how long will it take us to do this."

   "I have a dimension of energy support, which is endless. How long can you last? Mr. Howlett, you have smashed more than a hundred Nasmir peaks, can you still swing those bone claws now?"

It was just a moment of respite, and the hundreds of mountains that were mirrored under the feet were still rumbling and shaking, and the boundless dust and raised snow permeated the mirror world opened by the mage, but it was hard to reach them by relying on their own abilities. Two people at an altitude of a thousand meters.

  James touched the ferocious and gorgeous thick long bone blade alternately from left to right, wiping off the blood-red energy sparks, and the powerful and powerful aura on his body became stable again, like running water spreading evenly all over his body.

   "You can try it, mage, but the dimensional power you are talking about is not Weishandi!"

  James breathed out, full of arrogance, and the bone blade in his left hand lightly tapped the center of his eyebrows, indicating the weird symbol on the ancient master's forehead.

  Although he didn't know what power it represented, he had never seen any introduction about this pattern in Karma Taj's library these days.

  But James, who is no longer "law-blind", knows very well that it is not the Visandi white magic power commonly used by mystics, or even any positive dimensional magic power that they occasionally borrow.

  The kind of deep and profound fear power belongs to the more dangerous space dimension.

  Mage Gu Yi was stunned for a moment, stroked his forehead, and waved his hand indifferently, and the blood-red burning mark dissipated instantly.

  Her face was serious like never before, and countless bright yellow line runes were projected deep in her eyes, and her slender fingertips quickly drew various complicated and chaotic structures of secret techniques.

   "This is the most powerful move of Emperor Weishan that I can control. Unfortunately, I am not the person blessed by this great god. Otherwise, I can summon the Trinity Emperor Weishan to fight you."

  James watched Master Gu Yi clenched his teeth, unprecedentedly dignified and serious, like a most skilled painter putting all his energy and energy into completing his most complicated and difficult works.

  More and more mystical symbols appeared dazzlingly at the mage's fingertips, and each of them was a spell that could only be completed by a mature Kama Taj mystic.

   In the hands of Gu Yi, hundreds of mana spells are like a painting made with ink, and they are made by hand.

  The blood-red spots in his eyes became thicker and thicker. James squatted slightly, with the bone blade raised and lowered to protect his body. Instead of rushing to attack, he gave the Supreme Mage enough time to complete the spell.

  He wants to see how powerful the white magic formula that Gu Yikou claims to be the strongest is.

  Boom! boom! boom!

   Suddenly, the mirrored space seemed to become a world inside a war drum. The rumbling roar and the shaking of the earth and mountains seemed to be beating the space rhythmically from the outside with a sledgehammer.

  Countless broken mirrors cover the sky, snow peaks, and even the thin void.

  James began to wonder if Master Ancient One's move would cause him to be hammered into this space together with him.

   "Oh, did you often pester this woman to fight recently, and made her angry?"

   Bang bang bang.

Just as James was pondering in his heart, a triangular golden mana array more than 100 meters high had been cast in front of Gu Yi, each corner of which was a faint symbol representing the identity of a great existence, trembling and flickering constantly Then, tiny sparks exploded.

  The tiger-headed old Hogos.

   Agamotto, the all-seeing eye.

   There is also the starburst of Taoism, representing the almighty goddess Ossit, and jointly forging the trinity of Weissandi power!

  The talisman array is slowly rotating, and there are countless secret techniques drawn and cast in the middle like the most precise gear structure, interlocking.

  Master Gu Yi swung his arms, stirring the magnificent magic circle that covered the sky and the sun, and couldn't stop spinning,

  Amidst her hoarse shouts, the Weissandi magic circle exploded endlessly, quickly filling the world.

   "Almighty, all-seeing, immortal, the seal of Emperor Weishan!"

"seal up!"

   Bang!

  The bang that filled the eardrum stopped abruptly, all sounds were silenced, and the hoarse tinnitus filled James' mind.

  As if hammering the giant hammer in the mirror image space, a "nail" was finally driven in. James' pupils constricted, and he subconsciously looked at his body in a daze.

  From the depths of the sky, a brilliant golden wedge pierced through the entire mirrored space, a hole was opened in the sky, and there were fine cracks around it.

The ten million meter long seal wedge nail constructed by mana spell pierced into his left shoulder out of thin air and protruded from his right crotch. There was no trace of blood dripping down, but it instantly blocked James' biological energy, and the surging blood all over his body Yan suddenly dimmed most of it.

  He didn't even react at all, and he didn't have a chance to deal with it, so he was stabbed through.

   Bang! Bang!

Another two giant nails, James Howlett trembled numbly, pierced the sky from the right shoulder, from the back of the neck, penetrated his body again, as thick as the mouth of a bowl, but spread to the sky and Like a mountain I do not know its dimension.

The three sealing spikes condensed from the secret magic power of Visandi's power fixed James firmly in the air, the brilliance in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the bone blades of his arms hanging down in front of him, no more The slightest energy escapes outside the body.

  The head was drooping, and the long black hair was swaying in the wind and snow. It seemed that he didn't even have the instinct to breathe, and his body was hanging limp in the air.

In front of the Ancient One mage, the totem of the Trinity of Weishan Emperor suddenly spread across the sky, like a scroll full of spells, covering the three sky-reaching nails and every inch of James Howlett's body superior.

   "Cough cough. cough."

  The secret spell plate used to support his body under the mage's feet shrunk rapidly, and it seemed that he no longer had the strength to maintain that luxurious and gorgeous "floor".

  She crouched in the air, stroking her chest for a long time, unable to get up, and staggered to sit cross-legged, her face was as white as paper, and the **** symbol condensed on her forehead again. After a long time, her cheeks became rosy again, with human vitality.

  The supreme mage walked up to James step by step. He was like **** bound on the cross, propped up in the sky by the spikes of the Vissan Emperor seal that penetrated the heavens and the earth, like the fire thief punished by the gods in Olympian mythology.

  The boundless and distant atmosphere diffused from the nail post covered with spells, this world is more like the battlefield of ancient demon gods, rather than a mirror space on a tiny earth.

  James's white jade-colored, extremely burly and majestic body did not spill any blood, as if the wedge nail protruding through his body was just an illusory image.

  Every inch of his skin, lines, cheeks and forehead, even the unretracted bone arm shield and bone blade, are densely covered with mysterious and obscure spells, with a faint glow shining faintly.

  Gu Yi raised the fingertips of his right hand and lifted James' chin. He stared at this young man who was resolute and handsome like a protoss, but with a bit of a wild and bewitching face, his brows and eyes closed as if he was asleep.

  The eternal coldness and indifference was no longer seen in her pupils, and the complicated flashes flickered for a long time, and finally she whispered softly:

   "James Howlett, I'm sorry. I sealed you."

  (end of this chapter)