Chapter 1018

"Yes, that's right."

"No matter for what reason the witch Agatha became your teacher and taught you how to control chaos magic, from this angle, she is your teacher."

"Therefore—"

"Death can be considered your teacher's wife, or... teacher's husband?"

Hawk, facing Wanda's gradually becoming strange gaze, thought for a while, and then added: "That's right, the witch Agatha and Death, they have a child."

Wanda's gaze not only became a bit strange this time, but even her expression became a bit strange.

"So, Death is actually a man?"

"No, Death is a woman. To be precise, the five multiverse-level creation gods do not have gender support."

After all, they are gods, and they are supreme creation gods.

Dwell on gender?

Is this appropriate?

Hawk said so, and then his expression paused, looking at Wanda: "I told you Death and the witch Agatha have a child, is your focus on whether Death is a man or a woman?"

Wanda's expression was full of incredulity: "After all, this is hard for people to understand, isn't it?"

Hawk shrugged, his tone faint: "Don't worry, many things that are hard to understand will happen in the future."

This is not an Eastern style after all.

As everyone knows.

Western mythology focuses on the incredible and unbelievable.

Like the Olympus style, which doesn't even talk about the most basic ethics, such mythology only appears in the Western system, and it is the kind that appears frequently.

Hawk is now in this system.

So he can foresee that he will see more incredible and unbelievable things in the future. Like the matter of Death and the witch Agatha having a child, it's not even a topic of conversation compared to those other things.

However, Hawk didn't think about gossiping about Death either.

The reason he said this was because Wanda asked him why Death would do this behind his back this time.

"She did it to vent for the witch Agatha. After all, the Agatha in our universe was invited back by me."

"Just because of this?"

Wanda heard this and was still a bit unbelievable: "The Agatha in our universe is her lover herself?"

Hawk shook his head.

"No."

"Then..."

"Just like me."

Hawk smiled slightly, facing Wanda's gaze: "I love you, I love you in every universe, and Death is the same."

Four eyes met.

Wanda's eyes moved slightly.

"Hawk."

"Hmm?"

"I still remember the first time we met, the cold look in your eyes."

"Doesn't that prove even more that I love you."

"What?"

"I, in my life, have no second color."

Hawk said this sentence seriously: "On all my timelines, the one who can approach me and the one I can love is always you, isn't it?"

Wanda's expression flickered, facing Hawk's gaze.

The next second.

Both of their eyes became infinitely hot.

Daughter Jean, who was sleeping in the room on the second floor and playing with her phone, also felt her expression move, and then the corners of her mouth twitched, she turned off her phone, and directly wrapped herself in the quilt.

Don't listen, don't listen, the turtle is chanting scriptures!

The next day.

After daughter Jean finished breakfast at home, she left home again, preparing to go to the Xavier Genius Academy to tell Professor X that she had obtained permission and was going to Washington together.

Wanda, after seeing off her daughter who drove away at the door, closed the door with a radiant complexion, and looked at Hawk, who was sitting in the restaurant staring at a pair of dark circles and struggling to gnaw on the sandwich in his hand, a bit worried: "Are you still punching today? Why don't you rest a bit more."

Although Hawk's cold was better this morning, he looked even weaker than before the cold.

After all, he was squeezed dry!

At this moment, Hawk's complexion, how should I put it, looked like an apple that had turned gray. If this were an ordinary person, this complexion would look like one foot had already stepped into the coffin.

Wanda looked at Hawk, who had a pair of dark circles, recalling the battle situation last night: "I said I didn't want to, but you insisted."

Hawk looked at Wanda with dull eyes.

Generally speaking, he should continue to rush up to sanction Wanda at this time.

As everyone knows.

Sometimes, some words from girls need to be heard in reverse.

For example, when they say no, it means yes.

But—

There is no more.

There really is no more.

Hawk, who had the heart to kill the thief but no power to turn the tide, after looking at Wanda for a while, remained silent and withdrew his gaze, continuing to gnaw on his sandwich.

Even if he could squeeze out some, he couldn't go up again.

Because he needs to ensure that his physical strength can support him to throw his ten thousand punches today.

So Hawk decisively changed the subject: "You didn't tell our daughter that Bolivar Trask is going to catch Mystique and extract Mystique's mimetic genes?"

What is the key to the success of Sentinel robots.

Bolivar Trask's superb technology.

Half.

If Bolivar Trask's Sentinel technology only gave Sentinel robots a body, then the mutant ability genes of Mystique Raven were the core soul that allowed Sentinel robots to evolve into being able to kill any mutant.

Therefore...

After possessing the mutant genes of Mystique Raven, the Sentinel robots could be considered truly formed.

This is also what Hawk and Wanda heard through the chaos magic mirror last night.

Bolivar Trask seems to be very anxious. After knowing that his team could not copy Mystique Raven's mimetic genes before the end of the month no matter what, he set his sights on capturing Mystique Raven.

Because since he was released by the military two years ago, the guarantee he gave was the end of this month.

And in these two years, for his research, whether it was the White House or the Pentagon, they gave money when asked, and people when asked. If he couldn't produce the things the White House and Pentagon wanted within the time limit he guaranteed, it was clear he would die very miserably.

So Bolivar Trask was very anxious. Almost when Hawk and Wanda were also very anxious, Bolivar Trask slapped the table, demanding at all costs to find Mystique Raven and then capture Mystique Raven.

He could only let his Sentinel robots succeed if he found Mystique Raven.

Unfortunately—

Mystique Raven was nowhere to be found.

Since the mutant Apocalypse event in Cairo, Egypt, ended two years ago, Mystique Raven and Magneto had returned to the X-Mansion once, but they left very quickly, continuing to throw themselves into the great cause of rescuing those mutant compatriots whose situation was worrying.

Maybe the day before she was still in Paris, and the next day she had already run to Albania.

"Right."

Hawk restarted the topic that was unfinished before he fell into a deep sleep last night, looking at Wanda: "Where is Mystique Raven now."

Wanda's gaze flickered: "Korea, why, need to remind her?"

Hawk shook his head.

"No, let Bolivar Trask catch her."

"You still want to see that Sentinel robot?"

"Aren't you curious?"

"... A little."

Wanda heard Hawk's words, thought for a while, and chose to tell the truth: "I still don't believe that scientific creations can defeat magical creations."

If science were useful, why would you need gods.

The most important point.

If science could really kill gods, then gods would have already seen the future through their own timelines and slapped that scientific planet that tried to kill gods into destruction.

"However..."

Wanda's tone paused: "If Bolivar Trask is allowed to take Mystique Raven away, daughter Jean will probably complain about the two of us, after all, this Raven is our daughter's friend."

Hawk smiled and nodded: "Indeed, then you keep an eye on it. It's okay to be caught and have blood drawn, but no slicing. Ensure she won't die. Although if she dies, at most I'll go to the hell here and fish her soul out, but her body is gone and needs cloning, which is troublesome."

Wanda nodded.

"Okay!"

"Then it's settled, I'm leaving."

"..."

Wanda looked at Hawk, who got up from the seat, and blinked: "Where are you going?"

Hawk, who was walking toward the new sandbag under the Wutong tree in the backyard, didn't look back: "Practice punching."

Wanda heard this, looked at Hawk, who was walking to the backyard with floating steps, and then looked at the three empty plates on the dining table, thought for a while, her right hand waved, and the scarlet chaos magic directly turned into a tangible scarlet figure to clean up the dining table.

She followed Hawk to the backyard, then sat down under the chair in the corridor, and continued to take care of Hawk while he was punching, just like yesterday, so that if she was busy with hygiene inside, she wouldn't turn her head and find that Hawk had already fainted magnificently on the lawn in the backyard.

Soon.

Wanda looked up again, feeling that at this moment when he was waving his fists, in the dark, Hawk's power, which was already visibly approaching, was coming.

Hawk's power was crossing the universe at a very fast speed, rushing toward the direction they were in.

Wanda then withdrew her gaze, supported her chin with both hands, and looked at Hawk, who was punching under the Wutong tree not far away.

Hawk punched with undivided attention.

Wanda watched quietly.

Time passed like flowing water, in a hurry. After all, in this low-end universe, for Hawk and Wanda, the least valuable thing here is time.

This day.

Boom!