Chapter 979

"Shit!"

"They've caught up."

Kurt the Nightcrawler, who had a tail and looked very much like a demon, exclaimed as he looked at the Sentinels who had already appeared at the end of the corridor.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

The next second.

They saw a scene that they would likely never forget for the rest of their lives—perhaps not the most shocking, but definitely the most terrifying.

Without exception.

Every single Sentinel, after a flash of crimson light, seemed to disintegrate on the spot, turning into molecular-level blood mist.

In an instant.

The shouts and footsteps of the Sentinels had vanished; only the corridor remained, filled with thick blood mist, and Hawkeye, who appeared in their line of sight, expressionless, walking toward them with his back to the dense blood mist.

"Holy shit!"

"Jesus Christ!"

"God!"

"Who is he?"

"My daddy."

Jean smiled as she looked at Mystique Raven: "My psychic power was given to me by Daddy."

Mystique Raven raised an eyebrow.

Hawkeye walked over at this moment and chuckled: "Heh, the psychic power you have in this world was given to you by your mother, not by me."

This was the truth.

Jean's current power was inherited from her mother Wanda's psychic power; as for Hawkeye's Phoenix Force, Jean had not yet inherited it.

After all, Hawkeye could not even use extraordinary energy in this world, so naturally, his daughter could not use the Phoenix Force inherited from him either.

And he had proof.

Let's put it this way.

If Jean were able to use his Phoenix Force in this universe, the Phoenix Force that automatically protected her would have erupted instantly the first time the Sentinels targeted the X-Mansion, and with Hawkeye not being there, the Phoenix Force would have uncontrollably and easily destroyed this planet.

His daughter Jean blinked as she listened to Hawkeye's words: "My power here was given by Mom, why didn't I know that before?"

Hawkeye laughed: "The power your mother gave you has always been there; you just didn't notice it before."

This was also the truth.

Let's put it this way.

If his daughter Jean hadn't also inherited Wanda's psychic power, allowing her own psychic world to constantly expand, she would not have been able to contain Hawkeye's Phoenix Force.

For example.

If Hawkeye's Phoenix is water, then Wanda's power is the container; this is the fundamental reason why the Phoenix Force his daughter Jean can inherit will become increasingly dense as time passes.

His daughter Jean nodded in realization, then looked at Hawkeye curiously.

"Then Daddy, what about the power you gave me?"

"Still on the way."

Hawkeye heard this, looked at his daughter Jean's slightly resentful little gaze after she finished speaking, and smiled slightly.

Wanda subconsciously touched his daughter Jean's head: "Your father's power hasn't been projected into this universe yet; from a certain perspective, your father is currently just an ordinary person."

As soon as these words were spoken.

The young X-Men who had been standing to the side, listening to the conversation of Hawkeye's family of three, had the image of those Sentinels exploding into blood mist on the spot flash through their minds, and they couldn't help but look at each other.

Good heavens.

Even after all that, he's still just an ordinary person.

Then what about them?

Disabled people?

The young X-Men couldn't help but think this as they looked at Hawkeye, who stood tall like a male god, set off by his crimson tight-fitting combat suit.

"Alright."

Hawkeye didn't know what the X-Men were thinking, and he didn't care either. After changing the subject, he looked at Wanda: "Wanda, you take our daughter out first; I'll go inside and take a look."

Wanda nodded upon hearing this.

"Okay..."

"Wait!"

Quicksilver, who was wearing street-style clothing and couldn't run fast because he had been injected with the X-gene inhibitor and needed others to support him, spoke subconsciously.

"Wanda, your name is Wanda?"

"..."