Marvel reverses Wolverine

Chapter 129 Destined Fate?
The howling snow-covered wind lifted her long golden hair.

Emma Frost was wearing a one-piece white suit. Although she looked graceful and exquisite, she looked so thin and fragile in the snowy Himalayas.

In contrast, the red devil Asazo, who was wearing a black fur coat, a sable hat and leather gloves,
Emma didn't care much about the cold.

Her white and smooth skin, which even faintly reveals a crystal luster, looks exceptionally well-matched on the snow-capped peak, like a snow queen who rules this place.

Asazo took Emma and a huge wooden box that was the size of a container, and teleported to the mountain gate of this quaint wooden and stone temple building.

He was wrapped too tightly, only his bright red cheeks were exposed, and he said tremblingly:
"That's it, Karma Taj."

James took the initiative to refill half a cup of tea for Master Gu Yi. As the old Chinese saying goes, "the wine should be full, and the tea should be light."

It was still in the side hall with a square courtyard, and the two stood facing each other drinking hot tea. This time, James flew around the snowy area and found clean spring water similar to the situation of Shengshui Peak.

But there was no geothermal temperature, so he directly cut out a cube of ice with a bone blade and brought it back.

Drinking the new tea brewed with familiar water quality, the Supreme Master nodded imperceptibly, and his long platinum hair was evenly scattered behind him without any mess.

"Master Gu Yi, did you ever think about really sealing me up that day?"

James gave a rare sly smile and said casually in a teasing tone.

Ever since he broke through the "void" and gained the power of "seeing God" and the ultimate physical body, James once thought that even though he was far from being truly powerful in this world, at least no one could do anything to him.

However, Master Gu Yi proposed the means of sealing and exile, which made him realize again that he was still far from the ordinary ideal of "peace of mind".

"I thought about it."

The smile on James' face stopped abruptly, and the black stone teacup he had just raised was also on his lips, and Gu Yi continued:
"Master Wang and Master Casilis have 'complained' against you. You often violate the rules of the library and many of Karma Taj's precepts. Maybe it will be much better to seal it for ten days and a half."

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James finally drank the tea in his cup with peace of mind, but his desire to master the "spell" that suits him as soon as possible became stronger and stronger.

"I have already talked about Kama Taj's way of life, at least in my stage as the supreme mage, the mystic organization will not get involved in matters that have nothing to do with mystic affairs, and this discussion is based on mutual trust, you are willing to let me go The seal of Emperor Weishan can only be completed if there is an opportunity to do it, and this is also the first time I have completed this technique."

"Your stage?"

James keenly felt another layer of meaning hidden in this sentence. It seemed that the "profession" of the Supreme Mage had more secrets.

"Naturally, Agamotto, the first supreme mage, was born in ancient times. He is the son of the goddess Oxite. He was born from a tear of her. He is born with enormous mysterious power."

"After forming the Trinity Visandi with Oshit and Hoggs, the inheritance of Karma Taj mystics continued from generation to generation. For a long time, when human civilization was still ignorant, even some Races or beings from outside the territory take on the title of Supreme Mage."

James' eyes were vaguely thinking about something, seeing Gu Yi casually said at last:

"So one day someone will replace me and become the new supreme mage."

He suddenly thought of the legend of the Asgardian protoss about Ragnarok, which seemed to James to be a somewhat weird story.

It is true that the real eternity in this world is extremely unknowable, so it is normal that even the Protoss will perish in infinite time one day.

But the story of the Twilight of the Gods has been passed on in a rigid manner, and judging from the records of Kama Taj, the Asa protoss firmly believe in the truth of this scene, rather than some kind of open-minded mentality of life and death.

It's as if the gods of Asgard understood the day and process of their own destruction and demise very early on, just like the ancient one mage's mysterious and mysterious understanding of his own destiny.

James was thinking about the twists and turns of these mysterious forces, but he heard Gu Yi suddenly whispered in a nonchalant way:
"Please come in."

She looked at herself out of focus, as if she was looking at an unknown distance, and her voice overlapped, echoing like an empty valley.

For just a moment, Fu looked into James' eyes again and said:

"Your friend is here."

The young mage Casilis is a direct student of the supreme mage, and besides the ancient one, Wang mage, and a few highly qualified mages, he is also the most outstanding new mage.

He was wearing a dark red pleated robe, and he was guarding outside the mountain gate of Kama Taj with a few mages, staring at Asazo with a bad expression and even disgust.

Casilis suddenly turned his cheeks, as if he was listening to something, his face changed a few times, he withdrew the secret technique that was brewing in his hand, opened the way to the door, and said indifferently and simply:
"The supreme mage is welcome."

Emma and Asazuo looked around the ancient temple curiously. Approaching from the pale red stone gate, there was a relatively small courtyard, which looked more like two unknown ancient trees with a huge canopy planted in the courtyard. The tree is huge.

Although they are on the extremely cold snow-capped peaks, they are still so tall and green. The temperature inside Karma Taj is cool and comfortable, and there is even a slight breeze.

Asazo took off his fur cloak, and felt that there was no suitable place to teleport it, so he had to put it on his hand.

Compared with his inconspicuous and evasive appearance, Emma has a very good bearing, and her refined appearance and figure have attracted the attention of passing mages.

On the training ground outside the main hall, James walked over with a smile and said heartily:

"Why are you here?"

"Emma misses you daddy!"

Asazo grinned, Emma didn't look at him, but looked at James with a flushed face and said:
"I have something important to let you know, and I brought some gifts. I made a selection. It should be something that the mages here will like."

In the hut where James lived alone, Emma's long legs walked around in a few steps. She looked around the bluestone floor, a wooden bed that was barely big enough for James to lie down on, a wooden table, a few blankets, and Nothing.

Miss Frost did not expect that although life has never been luxurious, James, who is so rich that he has already integrated quality and sophistication into a hand-polished gemstone lighter, would live in a particularly comfortable and contented life here.

"Charles Xavier organized a team of mutants called the X-Men, intending to use the power of mutants to do so-called 'good things' for the general public in order to deal with the 'awakening proposal'."

Emma didn't exchange many pleasantries, and explained the major changes in the mutant power research institute concisely and clearly.

"Once this is done, the mutants will be completely exposed to the eyes of the general public. This is not our plan."

"Hehe, it doesn't conflict with our plan. What do you think my ultimate goal is?"

James smiled and looked at Emma's beautiful face, pulled her to sit beside him, and continued:
"I never thought of hiding the secrets of mutants. You know this, but the world I want completely accepts, agrees with, and even looks up to us."

"And within a few years, judging from the still-increasing probability of genetic mutations, the secrets of mutants will soon no longer only be kept at the top of the governments of various countries. Professor Xavier's naive idea can be used to test the waters."

He subconsciously stroked Emma's thigh, feeling that it was much plumper.

"Whether Charles does well or not, the results are just an experiment, and it can also bring out the attitude and secret methods of the upper class in the United States. That Hoover may not be happy recently, right?"

"He went crazy all over the world, and the proposal of the 'Awakening Project' caught him off guard."

Emma's face turned red again, and she whispered in James' ear.

"This director is considered a character. He has controlled the intelligence department of the American government for decades, but he is not an opponent. It is just an object that we may encounter on our road and needs to be eliminated. Continue to advance according to the rhythm. I guess Ze When Professor Vail starts getting in trouble, the timing is about right."

After finally communicating the business, Emma gently pushed James' shoulder to stand up, and took a step back. Her right index finger suddenly turned into a diamond, and she whispered charmingly:

"I know you like plump ones. Recently, your body shape has changed a bit. Try it to see if it suits your taste."

As he said that, the diamond-like sharp fingertips slid across the one-piece suit. Even if the whole body did not turn into a diamond shape, Emma's body was still white and tender.

Dazed James' eyes.

FBI Headquarters, in the director's office.

Edgar Hoover, who hadn't been in his old camp for a long time, sat quietly in an armchair. There was no light in the room, and only the shutters showed a little gap, allowing the light and moonlight outside to penetrate.

The silver light hit his face, and Director Hoover, who had regained a certain amount of youth, also recovered many things that he thought he could let go.

He smoked cigarettes one after another, completely ignoring the doctor's stern advice half a year ago.

There are also many things that I was obsessed with when I was young but had no conditions to enjoy, and now I can re-experience them again and again.

This feeling, the feeling of being alive again, made him firm in his mind.

A few days ago, President John F. Kennedy met with that mutant professor with powerful telepathic power, which was different from his meeting with that Dr. Luther.

The black man who was clamoring all over the world suddenly became no threat at all. Compared with this brand new world, the issue of the rights and interests of black people in the United States has become shit.

Edgar Hoover knew it was time to need himself again.

Time to right the wrong direction for this country.

(End of this chapter)