Chapter 1011

Hawk not only had fists but also a brain, and was by no means comparable to a brute like Magneto who might have even failed prenatal education.

Therefore!

Forget it.

Professor X was just kind, not stupid, so after returning from Cairo, Egypt, he had no intention of meeting with Hawk.

He had only one thought in his mind.

That was to ensure that before Hawk, Wanda, and Jean's family left their world, he could not give Hawk the slightest excuse to fly into a rage.

In short.

Professor X's thoughts turned, and he looked at Jean, who was looking at him, and said very frankly: "You staying here is a good thing for everything."

Even if the trip to the Washington Congressional hearing early next month was a trap.

Although this possibility was not high, Professor X had always held confidence in humanity, feeling that even if it wasn't through the kind of violence Magneto used, just through peace talks, mutants and humans could find a common point of peace.

But if the Congressional hearing next month was a trap, it would be better for him and Magneto to be caught than for Jean to go to Washington and have some accident occur.

After all, if he and Magneto were caught, it might just be the lives of two people.

But if Jean went to Washington and something happened?

Heh.

This Earth of theirs...

No, whether this universe of theirs could still exist might be a question.

Professor X recalled that since the first snow three days ago, he had felt as if there was a powerful and terrifying force in the dark that even made one feel despair.

That force was indescribable, and his powerful psychic power only glimpsed a faint fire phoenix.

Outside this universe.

Every time that faint fire phoenix cried, accompanied by the flapping of its wings, it seemed to make the universe they were in tremble.

He could even clearly feel the wailing of the universe itself, although the universe itself was struggling to resist.

But as time passed, Professor X also felt that the time for that fire phoenix to kick open the door of their universe and descend into their universe was already very close.

Very clearly.

That was the power of Hawk Phoenix.

And it was also the power of a warrior who had awakened in battle, grown in battle, and sublimated in battle, having experienced countless battles, and whose very body had been cultivated into the most powerful weapon.

Professor X sighed in his heart once again.

Jean frowned and looked at Professor X: "Professor, if it's because of this, I think I should go with you even more."

Professor X heard this and looked at Jean.

Jean smiled slightly.

"Professor, didn't you say you believe in their sincerity? If it's not a trap, everyone is happy, but if it is a trap, if I go, there won't be a trap anymore. After all, even the IRS still doesn't dare to go to Palm Street to collect taxes."

As everyone knows, in the Federation, death and taxes are two unavoidable things.

But...

Hawk is good friends with Death and even possesses his own Underworld.

As for taxes?

There is no property tax every year for that house on Palm Street.

Jean still remembered last Christmas, thinking about Beast organizing the year-end tax filing materials, and after returning home, she asked curiously.

Her mother Wanda directly said one sentence.

Still have to pay taxes?

Her father Hawk laughed and indicated that he would like to pay taxes, but he had never waited for the IRS bill.

This is normal.

Although the IRS has its own tank tax force, compared to the Pentagon, it is still a bit lacking.

The most important point.

The IRS doesn't want their headquarters to suddenly encounter a meteorite impact one day and turn into ruins for no reason.

Of course, it doesn't matter if the IRS building turns into ruins, but the people inside, from the White House and Pentagon civil servants, not one of them wants to follow in the footsteps of the collective funeral of more than a dozen generals and the former president two years ago.

Therefore—

"You and Magneto go together, there might be a trap."

"But if I go, there will definitely be no trap."

Jean summarized, then looked at the Professor who seemed to want to speak, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Professor, I will go back tonight and talk to my father about this matter. After I get his permission, I will go over, how about that?"

Professor X's thoughts turned.

But just as he was about to continue saying something, Jean had already smiled, pulled back her chair, and stood up: "Alright, Professor, I'll go back and talk to my father first. If he agrees to let me go, then I'll go."

Having said that.

Before Professor X could react, Jean had already left the conference room first.

By the time Jean returned home again, Hawk's ten thousand punches for the day were already finished, and at this moment, his whole body was soaking in the bathtub, with hot water, eyes closed, and he had fallen into a deep sleep.

When Jean found her mother Wanda and talked about the hearing early next month, Hawk, who had fallen into a deep sleep, had once again arrived before the gate of the Eighth Sense.

At this moment, Hawk, although he felt his body was abnormally weak and sore, his spirit was extremely excited.

Under the burning of his spirit, the transformed Phoenix fire perfectly covered his whole body, as if forming a battle suit on him that was entirely condensed from Phoenix fire.

Hawk looked at the gate of the Eighth Sense, which was fifty steps away because of his retreat two years ago, with no distracting thoughts in his heart, and lifted his right foot.

The next second.

The malice of the universe struck deeply again. In an instant, all the souls he had killed from his debut until now were entangled with each other, manifesting around Hawk, and then with a hideous laugh, they pounced toward Hawk, who was walking below.

But!

This time was different from the past.

In the past, Hawk still needed to divide a large part of his energy to deal with this cosmic malice, so every step was very difficult.

But this time, he didn't even have the thought of looking at the cosmic malice that was covering him like dark clouds, his eyes fixed on the Eighth Sense gate ahead, and his footsteps continued firmly and at a steady pace.

And the moment this overwhelming cosmic malice struck toward Hawk, the Phoenix fire that had condensed around Hawk like a battle suit instantly bloomed. Between the phoenix cries, the chaotic space was completely dyed a golden-red color by the Phoenix fire.

The golden-red flames filled the sky and swept across the surroundings. The cosmic malice that filled the sky and made hideous laughing sounds instantly turned into incomparably shrill screams that made one feel incomparably desperate the moment they touched this flame.

Then—

Disappeared!

Under the confrontation between the golden-red flames and the pitch-black cosmic malice, the golden-red flames began to constantly erode the darkness. Accompanied by the gradually expanding flames, the firelight projected under Hawk's feet, instantly forming a golden road that seemed to lead directly to the Eighth Sense gate.

Forty steps!

Thirty steps!

Twenty steps!

Ten steps!

Five steps!

Hawk finally stopped at a position five steps away from the Eighth Sense gate.

Although he felt he could walk into the Eighth Sense gate.

But he stopped.

For no other reason.

Because he felt he was a bit tired. If it were in the past, he would definitely have chosen to go for it in one breath without thinking.

But right now.

Walking fast is not as good as walking steadily.

Fast has its benefits, but the downsides are also huge. Just like this time, fortunately, Death just likes to play, belonging to the kind of character who plays in the world. If Death were a bit evil, he would probably be in a miserable state this time.

Of course.

He certainly wouldn't die.

Even if Death was very certain at the time that if he were killed on all timelines, he would really die.

He still wouldn't die.

The reason is simple.

Because there is a timeline where, let alone the mutant Apocalypse, even if Death went personally, it would be impossible to kill his self on that timeline.

After all, on that timeline, the guardian is not Hawk himself, but a divine beast!

Scientific name!

The River Crab Divine Beast!

Therefore—

Even if Apocalypse had killed the Hawk on the timeline he thought of at the time, Hawk still wouldn't die, at most he would just need a lot of time to walk out of the Phoenix fire Nirvana again.

This is also another reason why he was holding Wanda's hand at the time, trying to stop Wanda from going to his timeline.

Unfortunately—

The past cannot be changed.

Things that have already happened are destined to happen.

But—

Wanda?

Gwen?