Chapter 708 Out of Control

The black flocs were as thick as ink, and they wandered freely on the walls, ceilings and sofas, and the clean office gave off a stench as the black ink invaded.

"Damn!" Cyclops yelled angrily, their conversation was too excited, he lost the vigilance he should have, and he quickly looked up and looked around.

At first, the black ink in sight was just a wisp of black ink squeezed in through the crack of the door, but now it is converging into a stream, and there are more and more trends.

The few people felt as if they suddenly lost their sense of direction. The ground under their feet suddenly reached the top of their heads, and there were countless gunfires around them, as if they were in a huge battlefield.

The wailing of soldiers whose legs were broken by shells, the bravery of the commander drawing out his saber and leading his subordinates to charge to the death, the roar of machine guns, and the whistling of planes, all kinds of unreality came so suddenly.

"Logan! It's reading your memory and closing your mind!" Qin's expression is the most painful. Professor Charles' blackened spiritual entity has been looking for her spiritual flaws. Qin is trying to defend while observing the battlefield and protecting 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! We are a giant mountain that humans will never be able to climb! How well the Skrulls said, change is sacred!" The shrill voice was not transmitted by air at all, It was transmitted to the ears of several people through a huge to substantial spiritual power.

The tone was so strange and cold, but several people still recognized that the owner of the voice was Professor Charles, or his long-suppressed negative emotions.

"Kill those ordinary people! The world is ours! I can kill them just by thinking about it! Why should I be patient? Why!" The voice was high-pitched, as if scratching glass with fingernails. The figure seemed to want to come out slowly.

"Professor!" Qin's eyes glowed white, trying to re-seal this spiritual entity, but it was still a step too late.

The spiritual entities have been listening to their conversations for a while. Whether to continue to have superpowers is a heavy topic. Even the kind-hearted Professor Charles is a little hesitant. The hesitation in his heart is caught by the blackened personality, and the defense line is completely out of control. It is too late to remedy it up.

"Hey, Qin, my good student, you are capable and resourceful, you deserve better treatment, instead of staying in this broken school, come and help me, don't you always regard me as your father? "

The spiritual entity completely walked out of the smoke, and it used its substantive spiritual power to transform into a purple battle suit very characteristic of Magneto, with a long cloak behind it, a purple helmet on its head, and a dark face that could only be seen from the eyes. To two soul-stirring cold light.

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

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

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

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

Qin didn't flinch from the mental power that had become real. Her eyes were burning with flames, and small flames were winding around her palms and arms. As the host of the Phoenix, she had the confidence to block this monster, but she didn't know that she How long will your sanity last.

"Scott, if I lose control, please kill me immediately." Qin didn't have time to say more, and the mental power of the other party was already surging towards several people like a sea tide.

"Go! Save the children first!" Qin waved her hand vigorously and pierced through the wall on the side, motioning for a few people to go quickly, and she came to delay the time.

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

"You guys go save the child, I'll go to the medical room to wake up the kind personality of the professor." Cyclops still has the demeanor of a general,

Although flustered, he quickly sorted out the crux of the problem. He asked Wolverine and Storm to save people, and went to the underground medical room alone to help.

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

Separated from Wolverine Storm, he ran to the basement medical room, where Professor Charles' body was sleeping.

The infestation underground was even more serious than above. There were large areas of black spots on the walls, and several centimeters of thick black ash covered the ground. Countless smoke and dust were rolled up as he ran.

Cyclops is in contact with psychics such as Professor Charles and Qin every day. Although he has no psychic powers, he has developed a little resistance.

But now his resistance seems to be gone, all kinds of hallucinations keep appearing in front of him, parents with fuzzy memories, classmates before the gene awakening, and of course Qin and Daisy left hand in hand, killing ordinary people like crazy screen.

"It's fake, it's all fake! I won't attack innocent people!" Although it was a straight road, Cyclops ran crookedly, and he knew that it was the powerful psychic ability that was interfering with his brain.

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

Obviously his will is firm, but his sanity is still rapidly collapsing, and he vaguely feels that there is nothing wrong with killing wantonly, he is a mutant, and he is very noble.

"No! I won't do that! I have my pride!" He faltered, only a wall away from the medical room, but his feet could no longer take a step forward.

The heavy pressure in his heart made his back seem to bear a heavy burden, his tall body was slowly being bent, his resistance was getting weaker and weaker, and his original values ​​might be rewritten at any time.

"Go on." A strange voice rang in my ear.

Taking the things thrown by the other party, Cyclops realized that there were people around him at this time. He looked up and saw a tall, white-haired man with a red light shining in his left eye. Cyclops felt that the other party's The eyes are a bit like myself.

The man looked at him indifferently, didn't say much, and turned around as if preparing to leave.

Cyclops saw that the opponent had a mechanical arm and was dressed in a strange way, not a modern person at all. This stranger seemed to have just returned from the battlefield, like a veteran who had experienced many battles.

The thing thrown to him by the other party made Cyclops's mind quickly clear up, and the psychic delusion around him that seemed to be talking in his sleep was completely shielded out.

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

The stranger didn't intend to answer at first, but left a word "...cable" before the body disappeared completely.