Qin Gray blinked her big deer-like eyes a few times, looking at the helpless and doting eyes of her teacher, Mrs. Emma Howlett, for some reason, her heart twisted strangely.

   "We are sentient beings. No one can absolutely abandon a certain emotion. Even if we forcibly block and suppress it by means of powerful spiritual power, we will only save the 'bomb' for a more dangerous moment in the future."

  The white queen's slender white fingertips gently combed the few strands of hair hanging from the girl's forehead, and continued to speak in a persuasive manner.

".That voice represents a part of your own, extraordinarily strong emotional spirit. Before you can fully grasp all the power, it will always pop up from time to time. Fortunately, if you choose to use the spirit when you were young If you can’t bury this emotion with your own power, it will definitely become a huge disaster today.”

   "But now you are strong enough, and the combing of strength has been very stable over the years. It is only a matter of time before you continue to maintain this balance and rhythm, and completely eliminate the repressed emotional personality."

  In the quiet underground training room, the ice-blue energy stripes that appear and disappear from time to time shine with a little bit of light.

  Qin lowered her brows and eyes, and the unpleasant feeling in her chest was like a heart that had been broken open and then shattered into several petals.

  The girl knows that even if she relaxes her mind, the teacher Emma's soul probe will not spy on her memory or the deepest thoughts in her heart.

  But the more this is the case, the repressed guilt and even shame and anger become more and more intense

   "Retreat more in the snowfields of Greenland, in a cold and lonely environment, try to figure out more about the meditation content of the second level of evolution, and then continue to strengthen your blood and emotional control."

Emma held Qin's hand and said as she walked out of the training hall, Qin Gray let out a long and silent breath, her complex and tangled look gradually faded away, her brows and eyes became more determined, as if she had made a certain decision .

  As soon as the teacher and the student walked to the door, the heavy metal door of the training room opened slowly. A little girl who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen years old was standing in front of the door with her mouth puckered, and was about to come in.

  The girl is of medium height but her legs are extraordinarily slender. She has long blond hair and her forehead is combed into bangs. Her facial features are seven or eight points like Emma's when she was young.

   "Husband, madam! Sister Grey."

  Qin Zhanyan smiled and pinched the little girl's earlobe, while the White Queen looked at the half arm armor and the combat training samurai uniform she was wearing, as if seeing her own daughter Laura when she was a child.

   "Liana, huh? If I remember correctly, it should be time for your class to have a literature appreciation class."

  Emma raised her golden eyebrows, staring at Liana Rasputin's cheeks flushed.

   Hastily cast Qin a look for help, Liana blinked her eyes, and puffed out her small **** that were not of any size in a serious manner.

   "Madam Principal! Now is the moment when the fate of mankind and the earth is in the unknown. I have the responsibility to contribute to the war that may come! How can I waste my time reading poetry—ouch."

   Being flicked on the head by the White Queen, Liana moaned in pain and lowered her head and rubbed her head, her eyes full of grievances.

   "Well, is it that brat from Wolfsbane, or Cannon is instigating the messy gossip among you little ones again, oh, it turns out that they are all involved, remember to inform them when they go back, and they are going to be put in confinement after evening classes!"

Liana shook her head in a panic. Just as she was about to build a psychic barrier in her brain, she realized it was too late. She stomped her feet coquettishly, puffed up her cheeks and swung her right hand away, and condensed a mottled thin handle out of thin air. long sword.

  As if to prove herself, Liana Rasputin danced a sword flower between her wrists, and scattered Dominic blue psionic brilliance in the air, and hurriedly explained:

   "Teacher~~ You can't blame them! I now have the strength to join the legion. No one in the academy's actual combat class can beat me, so let me try!"

  Qin looked at Liana, who had been brought up in the academy by her elder brother Colossus and teacher Emma since she was a child, and felt inexplicably relieved.

  Thinking about myself when she was her age, Laura, Kurt and a few friends helped wash diapers and breastfeed on the pole. Now watching the little girl grow up, it’s quite like looking at my own child.

"Nana, it is impossible for the Sirius Legion to recruit a child who is still studying in the academy. Mr. Howlett also said that the war we are going to fight is to prevent children from being threatened like this again in the future. Besides—"

  Qin scratched Liliana's still chubby cheek with the back of her fingers, and continued softly:

   "Besides, how could your brother want you to go to the battlefield at such a young age? If you go to the army garrison, Peter will be the first to spank your ass!"

  The little girl pursed her mouth aggrievedly, and swiped her sword to slash blue light on the alloy wall of the training ground, still whimpering:

   "But, I don't want him to work so hard only by relying on my brother to accumulate meritorious deeds. He is not the body of Zhenjin, or the body of Edman. What if he is really injured?"

   "Why do you have to work so hard to earn merit? Whether it is life or personal strength growth, I don't think Peter and you will have this pressure."

Qin held Liana in her arms. The strange thing is that the teacher Emma and the little girl didn't continue talking. The three of them walked slowly towards the ground until they reached the door of the classroom. Rasputin sent it back.

  The teacher in charge of the class is a middle-aged man with short black hair, a short stature, and a kind face.

  He seems to have been used to Liana's behavior for a long time, he just waved his hands and smiled, without reprimanding or criticizing, he suddenly opened his arms and raised his head, continuing to chant with emotion:

   "Oh! Captain, my Captain"

  On the vast roof of the college building, Qin was not in a hurry to enter the supersonic shuttle that landed on it, and asked the White Queen thoughtfully:

   "Teacher, Liana she, is it for."

  The White Queen sighed lightly and nodded.

   "Yes, she and Peter thought... maybe they could try to bring their mother out of the wolf tower with their exploits on the battlefield."

   After Emma finished speaking, she stopped talking. There are some things that even she can't tell her husband.

Watching Qin take the shuttle back to the Wolf's Nest Base, the White Queen suddenly felt a little bored. Maybe it was the peaceful teaching time for so many years without much passion and unexpected life, which made her want to go back to fighting side by side with her husband day.

  —————

   The asteroid belt between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter.

  As if the reefs by the sea turned into fine sand, thousands of meteorites as small as houses and as big as hills shattered into gravel and scattered in the starry sky.

   There are also a lot of broken stones that seem to have been cut, and the pieces are quite regular.

  James was dressed in black light armor, sitting cross-legged on the largest planet in the asteroid belt.

  Astronomers on Earth named this dwarf planet, "Ceres."

The half-length black hair is like seaweed swaying in the water. Although James sat with his eyes closed, the two pairs of substantial energy arms that grew out of his back slowly changed his handprints, and the huge blood-red array A disk floated behind him, mysteriously spinning continuously.

   Poof!

  An orange-yellow flame that violated the common sense of physics sprang from the eyes, and a blood-red and orange-yellow twisting tornado rose from the sky above Ceres.

  A little spark can start a prairie fire!

  Countless broken meteorite sandstones on the asteroid belt were engulfed into a huge vortex. Even on the interstellar battleship hundreds of kilometers away from here, this vision can be clearly seen.

  When James jumped into the vacuum, the young mutant air crew with a pair of pale green vertical pupils became absent-minded.

  However, there are still many staff who paddle like him. They always find a chance to hang by the hanging window, watching the distant asteroid belt exploding clusters of "fireworks" from time to time.

   "Ahem! Third-rank crew member Ryan, what are you doing!"

   "Yes, I'm sorry Chang-cut, let's go, don't delay me, I'm enjoying watching it!"

  The young mutant guy turned around and saw that it was an acquaintance joking. He turned his head back in disdain, and continued to look at the rising flame and vortex.

   "Hey, I said Ryan, is it possible for all of you mutants, at least in theory, to eventually evolve into that adult?"

  Another young man with freckles who was also in charge of the daily chores of the battleship curiously pushed his companion with his shoulder and asked the vertical-eyed mutant Lean.

  The latter rolled his "green eyes" big, and sighed desolately after a while.

"How is it possible? Although the practice of evolution has reached a certain level, there are chances of two or even three mutations, but very few can do it. A level three like me is already at the level of an outstanding graduate of the academy. Otherwise, I would choose Not going to join the Aerospace Forces, and"

  The green vertical pupils with double eyelids on the top, bottom and left and right looked like the eyes of a crocodile. They blinked strangely twice and continued:

".And I'm just a delta, a little stronger than the lowest level of Epsilon. It's never possible to be like Mr. Howlett. At least I have to be an alpha with three mutations. Well, in this life If I can mutate a second time and discover some potential abilities, I will be content."

  While speaking, a violent brilliance like a solar flare suddenly appeared, even turning red on the huge starship hull.

  The crew rushed to the hanging window, watching the Ceres, which was originally quite huge in the distance to the naked eye, gradually fragmented, and then completely collapsed into countless rubble.

  The fair face of the freckled boy was also very brightly illuminated. He looked at the direction of the light in a daze, as if all his longing had been replaced, and he gently pursed his lips.

   "At least, you belong to that world."

  The demonized black armor with barbs and cone-pointed ends slowly returned to its original appearance as the hellfire faded away. The flame storm mixed with two forces gradually disappeared, and finally returned to James' body.

  The head of the Flame Skull returned to its original heroic appearance with the proliferating flesh and blood. James was floating in the vacuum, and he couldn't help being a little embarrassed and annoyed when he saw that he accidentally destroyed the place where he was standing.

   "It still doesn't work, it's too unstable, why is the power of Hellfire so exclusive."

   Silently thinking about the problems during the past two years of practice, James even wondered for a while whether it was the right choice for him to combine hellfire with his own life energy, and also empower the secret art of flesh and blood.

  When he was young, he always had the goal of practicing and striving, even though this body, which was born with vast vitality, needed more exploration and attempts on the path of practicing boxing and martial arts.

But along the way, constantly exploring the potential, improving the essence of life, and finally breaking all the secrets of "self" "seeing God is not bad", coupled with more mysterious and complex flesh and blood secrets, James has exhausted what he can dig strength.

   "Wolverine" plus "Saber-toothed Tiger", and the external force ten times that of Styx's serum finally reached the so-called "God" realm. After that, there seemed to be no way out.

  James is a martial artist. He firmly believes that the power that can be firmly in his hands is worth pursuing. He simply dismisses the way of borrowing great power from mysterious fields such as the Supreme Mage.

And the source of "Ghost Rider" accidentally obtained through Mephisto, the power of Hellfire, did not really improve James' upper limit in essence, but it was more like a unique power system, endowing him with energy that was closer to magic .

  But in the state of incarnation of the "Skeleton King", James' original flesh and blood secret technique, even the most basic body barrier, cannot be used, let alone the boosted power of the "Six-armed Wolf King" at the same time.

   ". The road ahead, the road ahead, I really want to see what a powerful Odin looks like."

   There are a few names that have always been in his mind, and James thinks that there are very few people who may be stronger than him.

  The branded lines between the flesh and blood of the legs formed a torrent like a flame propeller under the feet, and quickly flew back to the battleship.

  As the curvature engine was turned on again, the vast star belt finally returned to calm.

  But this corner of the small solar system soon ushered in a new uninvited guest.

"Under Carter's crown, the state of the 'Children of the Universe' is gradually stabilizing. It seems that its target is really the tiny star C-53 in this remote galaxy. Before, a message was sent to C-53, and a group of people belonging to the Talos tribe responded there."

   It seems to be carved out of a giant metal ore that grows naturally.

   Around the trunk of the long shuttle-like brass-colored spaceship, branches spread out asymmetrical and coordinated creations, and there are two star ring-like engine propulsion devices ringed on it.

  If the technological aesthetics of the Cree are extremely regulated and solemn, this giant interstellar spaceship, which is almost the size of dozens of aircraft carriers, seems to be the most arbitrary and disorderly accident.

  The dim cabin hall is like a hollow at the root of a giant tree, and the glistening glow on the walls and floors does not seem artificial.

  A Skrull, who was much taller than all the figures in blue-purple armor, was standing in the front with his bare upper body, and a string of dark bronze accessories hung around his neck.

   Staring silently at the front of the spaceship, the light source body is constantly twisting and rising like a living thing.