How powerful is Professor Charles, the mutant who claims to have the strongest psychic power on earth
He can read the thoughts and memories of others without physical contact, can read the thoughts of others within a 500-kilometer radius, and can also create illusions and manipulate the thoughts of others.
It can be said that no one wants to stand in front of Charles, it is as bad as being naked.
Professor Charles, wearing a brain wave amplifier, can theoretically even destroy the consciousness of all mankind under the amplification of this instrument.
Professor Charles is also the key to the founding of Utopia, and can be said to be a national treasure comparable to nuclear weapons.
At the same time, he is also the most important insurance for this interstellar gate besides the plan of destroying both parties.
Professor Charles used his powerful mental power, which was amplified dozens of times by a brain wave amplifier, to pry open the surface of the invader's consciousness and enter his spiritual space.
However, the intruder's spiritual space seemed to be somewhat different from what he had imagined.
In a pure white space, Professor Charles pushed his wheelchair forward.
The wheelchair rolled over the ground in the pure white space, making a gurgling sound.
And in front of Charles, an upward passage appeared, and dazzling light was shining into this space of consciousness from it.
Charles could feel that the huge sleeping consciousness he was aware of was coming from this channel.
Unable to suppress his curiosity, Charles pushed open the door. Behind the passage was a staircase that seemed to be made of white jade, extending to the end of the clouds.
Professor Charles' consciousness pushed the wheelchair along the white passage, exploring the deepest secrets of the invader's consciousness.
What Professor Charles didn't notice was that as he went deeper, the illusory white stairs under his feet were gradually solidifying...
Walking up the white stairs, after an unknown amount of time, Professor Charles saw a white holy mountain in front of him. It was as white as jade, faintly shining with metallic brilliance, and looked solemn, grand, sacred, and dignified.
The entrance to the White Holy Mountain is a magnificent golden arch.
Looking up at the golden arch that is a hundred meters high and supported by six twelve-winged angel statues.
Looking around the golden arch, a dozen tall and thin figures were floating in the air dozens of meters above the ground, with white wings gently flapping behind them.
The angel with white wings rushed into the sky accompanied by sweet hymns, and the sky was filled with holy light.
Following the consciousness space of Michael's Holy Soul, he unknowingly came to the depths of a certain dimension, where Professor Charles' consciousness in heaven finally realized something was wrong.
Under Professor Charles's suspicious gaze,
Suddenly, a pure white and beautiful holy light spread out in the void. In that bright holy light,
A handsome angel stood there, and as his figure slowly descended, his body had turned into a hundred meters tall, with golden light flowing all over it, like a pure gold statue.
A huge golden halo slowly rotated behind him, making a deafening roar. A pair of huge wings stretched out from behind his shoulders, and the sky was full of strange golden light spots floating.
Six golden wings like blades stretched straight out behind him, extending more than a hundred meters long.
He wore a triple tall crown, with a golden halo roaring and rotating behind his head. He was dressed in a solemn white robe and held a golden horn in his left hand. Dozens of tiny naked angels were faintly hovering above the horn, and the wings behind the angels emitted a blinding white light that was impossible to look directly at.
His voice had a magical power, as if it was amplified by hundreds of large loudspeakers, echoing in Professor Charles' ears.
"Human, welcome to heaven!"
Before Gabriel finished speaking, holy light rose up around Professor Charles.
Angels with six pairs of huge white wings behind them stood in the holy light, surrounding Professor Charles.
Professor Charles looked at the white holy mountain in front of him, then looked around and looked at those handsome angels, and his tone suddenly became a little dry.
"Heaven, am I dead?"
Gabriel looked at Professor Charles with a smile and shook his head: "The souls of those who believe in the Lord will return to heaven and be saved after death!"
"But you are different. I don't think even Michael would have thought that someone could come to heaven through the consciousness channel he left behind during his Holy Descent. No one could do this even in the long years in heaven!"
"You are very powerful. I think the Lord wouldn't mind having another powerful warrior!"
"That is to say, that person is not a false god, but Archangel Michael!" Professor Charles said with a wry smile:
"Is the Cosmic Cube really so attractive that even legendary angels like you are tempted by it?"
"Cosmic Cube?" Gabriel asked with some doubt in his tone, but he did not ask any more questions.
The Lord gave the matter of the Lost Mount Paradise to Michael, and he was not responsible for it.
However, Gabriel is still more interested in guiding a powerful soul in need of salvation.
"It seems that I have become a stowaway! I don't know if there is an extradition treaty between Heaven and Earth. If there is, I don't mind being sent back to Earth!"
Charles looked around, stroking the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers. Under his bald head, his kind face kept smiling, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.
An angel who robbed the Cosmic Cube and human property did not seem like a good idea. He half-jokingly told Gabriel that he had no intention of going to heaven.
At the same time, he keenly noticed the staircase he came from.
Without waiting for Gabriel to answer, Charles suddenly stood up and rushed towards the stairs he came from with a vigorous speed.
"The Lord is the only God. Even pagans will be forgiven. I see sin in you. I think you need to repent and atone on the mountain of heaven!"
Gabriel looked at Professor Charles who was trying to escape from heaven, with wings spread out behind him and endless holy light shining in the void.
Hundreds of angels chased after Professor Charles and soon blocked his way.
However, when Professor Charles placed his fingers on his temple, a powerful and invisible mental wave instantly swept around, and the large number of angels blocking his way collapsed to the ground.
Some angels even had their minds controlled by his mental energy, and they swung their swords and slashed at their companions around them.
Taking advantage of this chaotic scene, Professor Charles rushed down the Stairway to Heaven in two steps, getting closer and closer to the portal leading to the real world.
As a horn sounded, a beam of white light enveloped Professor Charles.
In Professor Charles' mind, the voices of countless believers praying suddenly appeared.
The chaotic sounds and massive amounts of information instantly confused Professor Charles's mind.
Originally, with Professor Charles' psychic abilities and the help of the brain wave amplifier, he could find the mutants he was looking for among the six billion people in the human world.
He can also crush all life he senses at will, just like blowing out a candle.
Unfortunately, the holy light column summoned by the horn of doomsday contained the destruction of hundreds of life planets in heaven, the dimensional world, and the prayers and curses of the believers to God in those doomsday disasters.
The enormous amount of information contained therein and the combined spiritual energy are thousands or even tens of thousands times greater than the entire population of the earth combined.
Even though Professor Charles's psychic ability was strong enough for his soul to survive outside his body, and his spirit was powerful enough to rival the Yuanshen monks of the Jambu Continent, he was lost in the sea of faith in heaven for a while.
Under the impact of this huge spiritual sea, he fell directly to his knees.
"A very powerful soul, enough to forge a powerful battle angel!"
Gabriel looked at Charles who was struggling in pain, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he spoke softly.
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"professor!"
On the Black Bat fighter, Cyclops suddenly noticed that Professor Charles' calm face suddenly distorted, and two streams of blood flowed down his nostrils.
Cyclops hurriedly shook Professor Charles, trying to wake him up, but no matter how hard he tried, Professor Charles, who was in a coma, showed no sign of waking up.
On the contrary, Professor Charles' forehead was bulging with blue veins, and even his smooth bald head was exposed with blue veins, which made people worried, fearing that these blue veins would burst at the next moment.
Several mutants on the spaceship heard the noise and gathered around.
"professor!"
"Teacher, how is the professor?"
There were a group of mutants wearing X-Men uniforms, including former X-Men members, former members of the Brotherhood of Mutants, and several new recruits who had recently been selected from the Utopia Judicial Examination.
They now have a unified identity, the mutant patrol team responsible for managing the public security of Utopia, or in layman's terms, the senior police in Utopia.
They are mainly responsible for dealing with mutants who rely on their mutant abilities to commit crimes in Utopia.
The Lyon military base is located in the heart of Utopia, so they rushed to support as soon as they received the news.
Professor Charles was the second plan reported at the Lyon military base.
But I didn't expect that Professor Charles would have a problem.
As the mutants' pillar of support, Professor Charles' safety can be said to be related to the overall stability of Utopia.
Soon even Magneto arrived at the Lyon base. On the Black Bat fighter, Magneto, with his feet on a metal plate, did not even wait for the fighter to open its door.
He simply waved his hand and opened a door on the metal wall of the Black Bat fighter.
He quickly came to Professor Charles' side and looked at this old friend who was bleeding from all seven orifices.
"How's Charles?"
He leaned over and squatted beside Professor Charles' wheelchair, looking eagerly at the mutant doctor who was examining Charles.
"The professor's consciousness seems to be under some powerful external pressure. We need to get him out of this pressure as soon as possible. Otherwise, once his brain blood vessels can't withstand the strong pressure and burst, I'm afraid, the professor..."
The doctor hesitated and told Magneto his diagnosis in a tactful way.
"Powerful external pressure!?" Magneto looked at the brain wave amplifier on Charles' head and blinked, wondering if he had heard it wrong.
He and his old friend had been in love and hate for their entire lives, although he was dissatisfied with Charles's pedantry and his weakness towards human beings.
But he knew very well the strength of his old friend. In terms of mental power and the support of the brain wave amplifier, there was no creature on the entire earth that could oppress him.
"In my name, have Hank ask the World Security Council to find out the origins of the invaders in the base below."
Magneto, as the head of Utopia at this moment, sent a note to the World Security Council in the name of a leader of a country, and even the World Security Council had to take it seriously.
Soon, Utopia's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Beast Hank, brought back news about the invaders from the World Security Council.
In the communicator, Hank's hairy face was filled with shock. "The World Security Council sent back a message that the intruder is suspected to be Michael!"
"Michael? Which Michael?" Magneto widened his eyes.
"The Vice Prince of Heaven, the Angel of God, the Michael in the Bible!" Hank looked a little dazed when he spoke.
Angels, the Bible, Magneto looked at Hank in astonishment. After confirming again and again, Magneto turned around and looked at the old friend who was curled up in pain with blood all over his face.
He gritted his teeth in hatred and said, "So what if it's an angel? It's not like we haven't killed Apocalypse, who claims to be the only God!"
Magneto turned and looked at Cyclops: "Scott, where is Jean? Tell her to come quickly. If this is really the legendary Michael, only Jean can save Charles now!"
"Jean, let her use the power of Dark Phoenix, but the professor said so?" Cyclops hesitated.
Magneto glared at him fiercely and said, "Charles, no matter what he said, it doesn't matter. Now only Jean has the ability to enter Charles' consciousness! If you don't want him to die, find Jean!"
After Magneto finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to the struggling Cyclops, took out his cell phone and called Wanda.
"Wanda, where is Tang? I have something very important to tell you. Is he in seclusion? My matter is very important. Be sure to inform him!"
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"What about God? Do they think this is still the Middle Ages
Even if it is a god, it is your Western god. We ** people are not afraid of any monsters or demons. Not to mention Michael, even if Jehovah himself comes and wants to attack the Stargate, he will ask the guys in our hands if they agree or not!"
An emergency video conference was held among the leaders of the six countries. The head of state of country * slammed the table in a domineering manner and said, "If you dare not make a move, then leave it to us. The golden monkey will raise his thousand-pound stick and the sky will clear away the dust. Our Dragon Palace satellite is above the base. If we drop four Dinghai Shenzhen, I don't believe that we can't break Michael's wings!"
"Cough, cough!" The black federal president who had just taken office covered his mouth with his fist and coughed twice.
The French president on the side took over the words of the head of state with great insight: "President ***, the Lyon military base is our only bridgehead at present, and the importance of the space gate is self-evident.
Our countries have invested a lot of manpower, material resources, and financial resources. If we rashly use space-based weapons, the money and energy spent on rebuilding a forward base is a small matter. The most important thing is that I am worried that it will affect the progress of interstellar development!"
"So according to you, how should this matter be handled?" The ** head of state did not even look at the French president, but stared at the federal president.
The black president of the Federation who had just taken office looked at the head of state with a vague look in his eyes: "According to the defense system we built for the forward base, an invader is of no importance at all!"
"Mr. President, I hope that the situation is really as your country said, and it doesn't matter. If the Federation is unable to protect the forward base, then we in Russia have plenty of reliable guys. However, I think the output of the Stargate needs to be redistributed!"
The Russian president had a smile on his face, but his words implied that he really wanted to bite off a piece of meat from the Federation.
"President, the security of the forward base is still not strong. Thank you for your trouble. The situation in the base has been brought under control.
Professor Charles has already arrived at the scene. You should know Professor X's strength. Even the Nordic god of thunder may not be Professor Charles' opponent. I think even the Archangel Michael in the Bible can only be as strong as Thor!"
The black president rested his hands on the desk in front of him, as if to increase the persuasiveness of his words. This was a tactic he often used when he was a lawyer!
However, compared to this young president, everyone present was an old hand who had been in politics for many years.
Even the presidents of Britain and France, who have always stood on the side of the Federation, have some intention of making decisions after careful consideration.
The distribution of benefits at the Forward Base was originally because the Federation was the most powerful and closest to the Leon Base. There was no other way, so the Federation got the biggest piece of the pie when it came to distributing benefits.
Seeing the opportunity to redistribute the cake, the leader, who was not a leader back then? Even the loyal follower of the Commonwealth of Britain, had the ambition to take advantage of the interstellar development to make the glory of the sun never set shine again.
"It would be best if your Federation could solve it independently. I heard that the one who brought the Pope into the Forward Base was someone from your Federation's military!"
**The president said with a smile, completely ignoring the fact that the federal president's dark face had turned black and purple.
"The suspect has been taken into custody. As to whether he is from our Federation, it remains to be investigated! I have asked the FBI to verify it. I suspect he is an agent from a certain country in disguise!"
The Federal President glared at the Russian President, and it was obvious who the "certain country" he was referring to.
Just as the two of them were glaring at each other like fighting cocks, unwilling to be outdone.
A secretary came up to the presidents of several countries who were holding a video conference and whispered.
The next moment, the faces of the people present suddenly turned ugly, especially the president of the federation.
The White House Secretary-General brought him two pieces of bad news. The Air Force colonel who was detained died of poisoning during interrogation.
Charles, who he had high hopes for, suddenly fell into a coma. Currently, the base's defense forces are still helpless against the unknown life form that looks like an angel.
Obviously, these two things are not secrets to the people present.
Soon, leaders of various countries expressed their attitudes on the issue of forward bases.
The Russian President ignored the Federal President's purple eggplant-like face and said bluntly that if the Federation could not handle it, he could directly mobilize the Black Sea Fleet to help.
**The leader spoke rather gently, but he directly put the Ryugu satellite into combat readiness.
The Prime Minister of * country kindly said to the President of the Federation that he could apply to the royal family to send the legendary supernatural power of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table to provide support.
Among the people present, only T'Challa, who was unfamiliar with political struggles, did not understand that the heads of state were taking advantage of the situation to exert pressure in order to gain more benefits.
Perhaps because of their same skin color, T'Challa had some favorable impression on the newly-appointed president of the Federation. He directly promised him that he could send Wakanda's elite forces to quickly support the forward base.
He didn't notice at all that after he finished speaking, his fellow tribesman's face became even uglier.
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"Where are those supernatural soldiers we trained? Send them over!"
In the presidential office of the White House, the federal president who had just taken office swept the documents in front of him to the ground and yelled at several of his staff members.
"Sir, a large portion of our super-powered soldiers are trained with the help of the church. You should know that the target we are currently suspected of dealing with is the legendary angel!"
The White House Secretary-General squatted down to pick up the documents on the ground, and at the same time expressed his opinion to the President, rejecting the President's idea of deploying those super-powered soldiers.
"Then let SHIELD handle it, and those superheroes, contact them—" The President loosened his tie and sat back in his office chair.
"People from S.H.I.E.L.D. are on their way. Mr. Stark rushed to the scene as soon as he got the news. Dr. Reed and his team are on their way. With them here, I believe the situation will be under control soon!"
The White House Secretary-General sorted out the documents in his hands, arranged them neatly, and put them back on the president's desk.
When the Federal President heard the Secretary-General's orderly words, his anger suddenly subsided. He opened his hands and expressed his apology: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I lost my composure..."
The White House Secretary General shook his head and said, "Sir, this is our responsibility to help you manage this country. You are the president of the Federation. You must believe in the power in your hands. Even if they are gods, how many nuclear bombs can they withstand!"
After hearing the secretary general's words, the president subconsciously looked at the briefcase. The moment he saw the briefcase, his anxious mood immediately calmed down.
Yes, God can withstand a few nuclear bombs.