Daisy in the Marvel Universe

The black flocs were as thick as ink, and they wandered freely on the walls, ceiling, and sofa. The fresh office exuded a stench as the black ink invaded.

"Hell!" Cyclops yelled angrily. Their conversation was too exciting and he lost his due vigilance. He quickly raised his head and looked around.

The black ink in sight was just a wisp of black ink squeezed in from the crack of the door at first, but now it has gathered into a stream, with the trend of getting more and more.

Several people felt as if they had suddenly lost their sense of direction. The ground that was originally at their feet suddenly reached above their heads. Countless gunfire sounds came from all around, as if they were in a huge battlefield.

The wailing of soldiers whose legs were broken by artillery shells, the heroism of the commander drawing his saber and leading his men in a desperate charge, the roar of machine guns, the roar of planes, all these unreal things happened so suddenly.

"Logan! It's reading your memory and closing your mind!" Qin's expression was the most painful. Professor Charles's blackened spiritual entity has been looking for flaws in her mind. While trying to defend, Qin also had to observe the battlefield and protect her. Companion, Qin, who was originally inferior in spiritual attainments, had to deal with it extremely hard.

"Why can't mutants rule the world? We are noble and pure! It is a giant peak that humans can never climb! How well the Skrulls say, change is sacred!" The high-pitched voice did not spread through the air at all. It was transmitted to the ears of several people through huge and substantial spiritual power.

The tone was so unfamiliar, so cold, but several people still recognized that the owner of the voice was Professor Charles, or it could be said that it was his long-suppressed negative emotions.

"Kill those ordinary people! The world belongs to us! I can kill them with just a thought! Why should I endure it? Why!" The voice was sharp, like scratching the glass with nails. In the thick smoke, a blur The figure seemed to want to walk out slowly.

"Professor!" Qin's eyes emitted a burst of white light, trying to seal this spiritual entity again, but it was still a step too late.

The spiritual entity has been listening to their conversation for a while. Whether to continue to retain superpowers is a heavy topic. Even the kind-hearted Professor Charles is a little hesitant. The hesitation in his heart is caught by the black personality. The defense is completely out of control. It is too late to try to remedy it. .

"Hey, Qin, my good student, you have the ability and means, you deserve better treatment, instead of staying in this shabby school, come and help me, haven't you always regarded me as your father? "

The spiritual entity completely walked out of the smoke. It used its substantive mental power to transform into a purple battle suit that was very characteristic of Magneto. It dragged a long cloak behind it and wore a purple helmet on its head. Its face was dark and could only be seen through the eyes. To the soul-stirring cold light at two o'clock.

It is a monster, a monster created by Professor Charles' long-term suppressed negative emotions mixed with Magneto's hatred, and shaped by mental power.

The abilities of the two outstanding mutants were mixed together, and negative emotions amplified Professor Charles' psychic abilities.

No longer suppressing, no longer pretending to be a good person, the world's number one psychic has completely opened its restrictions. What Qin and the others are facing is an inhuman creature that goes from virtual to real and completely violates the definition of physics and biology.

"You take the students to evacuate, I'll stop it!"

Qin did not flinch in the face of the spiritual power that had become a reality. Her eyes were ignited with fire, and her palms and arms were covered with small winding flames. As a Phoenix host, she was confident of blocking this monster, but she didn't know that she How long can your rationality last?

"Scott, if I lose control, please kill me as soon as possible." Qin didn't have time to say more, the other party's mental power was already like a tidal wave, surging towards several people.

"Go quickly! Save the children first!" Qin waved her hand hard and punched through the wall on the side, signaling a few people to leave quickly, and she was here to buy time.

Knowing he couldn't be of much help in a fight like this, Cyclops rushed out quickly.

"You go save the child, and I'll go to the medical room to awaken the professor's kind personality." Cyclops still had a general demeanor. Although he was calm, he quickly figured out the key to the problem. He asked Wolverine and Storm to save the child. He went to the underground medical room alone to help.

As for how to help specifically? He didn't know either, so he could only think about it while running.

Separating from Wolverine and Storm, he ran to the underground medical room, where Professor Charles' body was sleeping.

The infection underground was even worse than above. There were large areas of black spots on the walls. Several centimeters of thick black ash covered the ground. Countless smoke and dust were rolled up as he ran.

Cyclops comes into contact with Professor Charles and psychics like Qin every day. Although he does not have psychic powers, he has developed some resistance.

But now he seems to have no resistance at all. All kinds of hallucinations keep appearing in front of him, including parents with vague memories, classmates before gene awakening, and of course Qin and Daisy left hand in hand, killing ordinary people crazily. picture.

"Fake, all fake! I will not attack innocent people!" It was obviously a straight road, but Cyclops ran crookedly. He knew that his powerful psychic ability was interfering with his brain.

Whispers kept entering his brain, even if he covered his ears.

It was clear that his will was firm, but his reason was still rapidly collapsing, and he vaguely felt that there was nothing wrong with killing people. He was a mutant and he was noble.

"No! I won't do that! I have my pride!" His steps staggered, and there was only a wall separating him from the medical room, but his feet could no longer take a step forward.

The heavy pressure on his heart made his back feel like it was bearing a thousand pounds of weight. His tall body was slowly being bent. His resistance was getting weaker and weaker, and his original values ​​​​could be rewritten at any time.

"Go on." A strange voice sounded in my ears.

Taking the thing thrown by the other party smoothly, Cyclops realized that there was someone around him at this time. He looked up and saw that this was a tall white-haired man. His left eye was shining red. Cyclops actually felt that the other party's The eyes are a bit like mine.

The man looked at him indifferently, without saying anything, and turned around as if ready to leave.

Cyclops saw that the other person had a mechanical arm and was dressed very strangely, not at all like a modern person. The stranger seemed to have just returned from the battlefield, like a veteran who had experienced many battles.

The thing the other party threw to him made Cyclops' mind clear up quickly, and the mental confusion around him, which was like talking in sleep, was completely blocked out.

"Who are you?" Cyclops asked strangely. He had never seen this person before, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart.

The stranger didn't intend to answer at first, but before his body disappeared completely, he still left one word "...cable."