Chapter 228 Silt and Impossibility

  Ring ring, ring ring.

   The bronze bells hanging from the corners of the cornices finally collided and struck, but there was still no wind blowing in the side courtyard where the four of them drank tea.

   A real chilling aura spread out from James' body in waves, and the copper bells at the four corners of the courtyard rang in a panic.

   Emma put her hand on James' forearm and shook it slightly.

   "Mr. Howlett, you don't have to."

  After hearing James' words, Gu Yi's hand holding the black teacup paused for a moment, then continued to drink tea without any reaction, until the cup was slowly dropped, and then he spoke calmly.

  The frightening aura dissipated in an instant, and the small courtyard in the side hall of the Holy of Holies returned to tranquility. James raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and asked naturally with his hands propped up on his crossed legs:

"Do not believe?"

   "No, I believe it."

  The supreme sorcerer took out a small wooden folding fan from his sleeve, fiddled with it casually and continued:

"You are not a villain, Mr. Howlett, but you are not a good person, as more and more people call you. Whether it is 'Wolf Emperor' or 'Romulus', for Da The end does not use the means, um, you can do it."

  Laura's **** eyes rolled a few times, and she wanted to get into the arms of the Ancient One Mage like she did when she was a child, but she has grown up and is a tall girl.

   The mantis chrysalis was tapped lightly on the head by the mage with a small fan in his hand a few times, and then he honestly held her arm and stopped moving.

   "As I said, no one can deceive Dormammu all the time, let alone permanently resist the erosion of the power of the dark dimension"

James' eyes were fixed, and he remembered the antelope-like blood lines on her forehead when Gu Yi released some kind of secret power. That kind of power made her extremely powerful from physical body to magic power, and could even turn virtual reality into reality, and reverse space at will. , shaping mountains, rivers and land in the mirror world.

The way of a mage always borrows "other powers". Whether the magical power absorbed is a great existence or a dimensional space, it is fine if it is lawful, but if this power is inherently degenerate, destroyed, chaotic, and killing If you wait for negative characteristics, you will inevitably pollute yourself.

  He exhaled, and understood the root of the real helplessness and powerlessness of the ancient master, and whispered softly:

   "Out of the mud but not stained. It is a lotus flower and a Buddha"

  The Supreme Mage smiled, and she knew that James Howlett would understand the truth, and continued as if discussing with him in the past:

"Yeah, falling into the darkness, soaking in the ink pool without staining a drop, I don't have that kind of power, and neither does Dormammu, the ruler of the dark dimension, or he doesn't mind being an existence representing 'evil' from the very beginning. You, Mr. Howlett."

  Gu Yi nodded lightly, looking at James' flawless skin, jewel-like clear and bright eyes, his movements seemed to match the clouds in the sky, and the breeze was blowing in the courtyard. He said with emotion and envy:

"—You are already a 'Buddha'. The reason why the Asgardians led by the **** king Odin made the whole universe tremble is because a true **** who is a living **** without borrowing external power is so invincible .”

  James pondered for a while, then blinked suddenly and subconsciously glanced at his wife Emma and Master Ancient One, and said carefully:

   "Cough I always heard you mention this Dormammu, hehe, and since you have been affected by the power of the dark dimension, how about finding a chance? Send me to fight him, in case you help—"

"no!"

  The White Queen and the Supreme Master raised their brows almost at the same time, staring and shouting.

Emma looked at the excited look in James' eyes, and knew that her husband had once again raised his warlike and crazy nature. In desperation, she gouged out her eyes and nodded frequently, almost like her father. Laura.

  Master Gu Yi stared at James very seriously, his narrow face collapsed very tightly, and said coldly:

"Dormammu is not an existence comparable to Mephisto. Although the dark dimension is slightly inferior to the border of hell, as the only ruler there, Dormammu will never leave his territory. The power of it has surpassed the scope of ordinary physics and energy!"

". For several years, I could barely deal with him, relying on the unique use of the Eye of Agamotto and spells to steal the power of the dark dimension. Even if you are now, it is impossible for you to defeat Domamu in that world Every penny."

  A long while.

  James looked at his daughter helplessly. The father and daughter have a tacit understanding in this regard. His wife Emma followed the words of the ancient master and said softly:

"James, you forgot that there was an unexpected apocalypse when you hunted Mephisto last time. Although everything seems to be stable now, who knows what secrets are hidden in our world, those few The Eternals haven't shown the slightest trace yet."

  James slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. He didn't talk about this crazier idea again, and said softly.

   "Except for the sky, it is very difficult, it is very difficult to meet an opponent that interests me. Supreme Mage!"

  He withdrew his gaze, looked into Gu Yi's eyes and said in a deep voice:

   "How long can you sustain the 'erosion' from the dark dimension?"

  The mage shook his head, seeming to really not mind it.

   "Maybe thirty years, maybe forty years, who knows, Mr. Howlett, fate always comes unexpectedly."

   James smiled, drank the last cup of tea, and said casually as if he didn't care:

   "Well, enough, enough."

  As the supreme mage opened a portal, the Howlett family, who had finished their visit, returned to the courtyard outside the old house. Today is the weekend, and Laura will return to the academy with Emma tomorrow.

  For children who are studying, there is nothing more painful than seeing their mother at school every day, especially when she is the principal.

   "Hey, Dad, do you still remember Warren from the Extraordinary Contest, that moth-flapping moth."

  Laura grabbed the hem of the clothes behind James, poked her head out from under his armpit, and said with a playful smile.

   "That little angel, of course I remember, Kurt brought him home to play when he was a child, what's wrong?"

  James asked in surprise, seeing Laura's playful smile, just like when he always wanted to pass on the power of hellfire to her a few years ago.

   "Hmm, his wings are broken and they may never grow back. Qin said that there is a mutation effect of a beast-like 'swarm'. Dad, can you help Warren?"

  James was stunned for a moment, and after finally realizing it, he pinched Laura's upturned little nose and said with a dark face:

"At any rate, you should learn the knowledge about mutants. It's the 'beast mutant community effect', I remember Dr. Erskine proposed it back then, what? Do you think I can directly let Xiao Warren's second mutation?"

   "Mmmmmm!"

  Laura nodded her head frequently like a chick pecking at rice, hugging her father like an octopus and not letting go, looking forward to it with excitement.

"Hehehe, let's not talk about whether I have this ability. Whether he can grow wings after the second mutation is also a question. At present, the second evolution of various mutation abilities only exists in the stage of deduction and speculation, and there is no A sure result."

   "Well, what should I do, Dad, I asked brother Hank and Dr. Zola a few days ago, and they also asked. Warren's wings seem to be completely necrotic, and there is no sign of healing!"

The little wolf girl followed her father to the living room and sat down, but saw that James was not very worried, but laughed instead, picked up the cigar, rubbed a wisp of fire and lit it, and smoked it like a teacher. road:

"It's just a pair of wings. Maybe it doesn't belong to Warren. Well, if the child is unwilling, he can be sent to the old house. Isn't our Kurt very close to him? It happens to be on the cliff of the back mountain An eagle built a nest, but if you watch too much, you will think of a set of punches."

  As the world's top 500 Worthington family, they also have a manor house in New York that has been passed down for more than half a century.

   "Angel" Warren Worthington III was a young master with a golden spoon in his mouth.

  Warren, who is loved by countless people, is his father's favorite son, even though he has two younger brothers who are not the same mother and a thousand cousins ​​and sisters.

  Warren's pride as Worthington II has even become a representative of the family image. His status has never been shaken, and he has always been the first heir of the Worthington family.

  However, Warren’s father, Mr. Worthington II, once established a deep business relationship with the Howlett Group, and after being too excited and drunk, he held the little Warren who was less than ten years old and confessed frankly.

  If Mr. Howlett hadn't raised the status of mutants to a level that was almost envied by the whole people, the huge Worthington family might have no choice but to hide this "deformed" child.

   He even cut off his qualifications as the most family member and drifted to a remote corner.

  On the top floor of the mansion, the ear-piercing sound of the guitar seemed to pierc the glass piece by piece.

  New rock music with electric guitar as the main instrument is at the forefront of popular culture for young people today. Rock music styles such as "death metal" and "heavy core" are full of crazed and persistent rebellious spirit, even depraved and world-weary.

  Warren's blond short hair has long since lost its elegant look during the competition that day. It has grown a lot, and the messy sideburns and bangs look like they haven't been taken care of in the past two months.

  He was wearing a white vest, and his chest seemed to be stained with some kind of soup stains. He pinched the guitar pick with **** and trembled. Rather than saying that he was playing rock music, it was more like pure noise.

   Warren, who was sweating profusely, was finally a little thirsty. With his left wing, he nimbly grabbed a box of beer on the ground, and even slit open the carton packaging neatly.

  The wing on the right has four or five metal splints on it, like a broken ship plank drooping weakly, and even the feathers are a little gray.

  Like, necrosis.

  (end of this chapter)