Chapter 3975

In the end, it was Schiller who showed up, pulling Constantine back tightly, and then gave Thor a verbal persuasion, only then barely saving Constantine, who had been struck until his whole body was charred black.

After Thor left, Schiller threw Constantine, whom he was carrying, onto the ground, sighed long and hard, and said to him, "How is it? Still saying others are magazine models?"

"That's not right," Constantine spat out a puff of black smoke from his mouth and said, "How could Thor the Thunder God have such divine power? I've fought him before; he's just a big fool who only knows how to swing a hammer. Even if I gave him a year, he wouldn't be able to touch me. Why is this one so strong?"

"Didn't you see the clothes he was wearing?"

"It's not like he wasn't wearing clothes."

Schiller covered his forehead and said, "Besides that bit of yellow waste in your brain, can you think of something else?! He was wearing a robe; that's the attire of the Emperor of Asgard. He was crowned long ago; do you still think he's a prince?"

"Oh, right," Constantine patted his forehead and said, "Sorry, but his face is too impactful; I really didn't have time to look at his clothes. The gods of Asgard all get stronger the older they get, right?"

"But come to think of it, Odin really has an eye for things; the biological son he gave birth to and the adopted son he picked up are both beauties. You say if I have a way to help them solve Ragnarok, can I get them both to invite me to dinner together? Of course, in this universe they can get married, but I'm not going to break them up; I can join them; I have a lot of experience..."

Schiller was already speechless. He really didn't want to say another word to this person, but after thinking about it, he still said, "What kind of plan did you and Loki come up with? Can you get energy?"

"Rest assured, no problem. But this might also need to communicate with the mutants. Have Magneto and the others returned to Earth?"

Schiller actually didn't know either, so he opened the communication system and sent a message to Professor X. The other party replied very quickly; Charles said he was taking Magneto to visit the Andromeda Galaxy.

Finally doing something serious, Schiller couldn't help but think. Although this is no different from traveling, it's still better than wandering around the interstellar market. So he and Constantine transferred through the portal and arrived at the Andromeda Galaxy where the mutants were located.

As soon as the two of them arrived at the capital Sky Island, they saw an unprecedented big show: the young Charles, who was introducing the facilities on the Sky Island to the elderly Magneto, ran head-on into the young Erik of this universe—Erik was still holding his little daughter Anya in his arms.

Although it wasn't raining, the atmosphere was indeed a bit awkward. Don't misunderstand; the one who was awkward wasn't Charles. If one had to say, the most awkward one was Schiller, who was watching the fun on the side, and the second should be Mystique.

These three parties didn't feel there was any problem with this matter at all, as if they could completely form a family. This also made Schiller realize that the young Charles and Erik were actually rejuvenated; although their appearances were still young, their souls, which had lived for so many years, had long since lived clearly. One more person or one less person wasn't a big deal.

Of course, it could be seen from the young Erik's expressions, actions, and body language that although he appeared light and breezy, he was actually smug to death.

Truly reliving old dreams is never one wearing a helmet and one sitting in a wheelchair discussing whether they would have been on the same boat if it weren't for that bullet back then, but standing shoulder to shoulder on the land of the new home they built together. He looks at him and he is still the dissolute and vivid rich young master; he looks at him and he is still the deep and compassionate anti-fascist fighter.

And Anya, whom all three could see. The elderly Magneto almost immediately focused his attention on this little girl. It's just that the suffering on this old man was like seawater, which had now submerged to the top of the castle. Those tragedies that occurred in the early years at the bottom of the castle had long been eroded away, and his memory was blurred. Now he only felt this face was familiar, but he didn't remember that this was his daughter.

Charles lowered his eyes, seeming to feel pity. Erik almost immediately took half a step forward to block his sight. The elderly Magneto reached out and touched Anya's face. Perhaps he remembered, perhaps he didn't, but this sudden, insufficiently cautious action proved that he had always been the one who was insufficiently restrained between the two, just like most Lokis.

The atmosphere should have fallen into awkwardness again, but how else to say one thing subdues another—Constantine just walked out directly, smiled and greeted them, saying, "Hello, I am a new employee of the Earth Sanctum Sanctorum. Sorry, I followed you when I was shopping in the market before, but I do have some things I want to discuss with you."

When the three looked at him in unison, Mystique even broke into a cold sweat for him. But Constantine said completely unaware, "The things we are going to discuss later might not conform to social moral standards; it's better to let the child go over there to play for a while."

Anya didn't have a physical body, and logically speaking, ordinary people couldn't see her. But daring to come here alone, Constantine must not be an ordinary piece of goods. Erik just raised his eyebrows slightly and let Anya return to the spiritual world.

"I believe you should have already heard about the recent interstellar telecommunications fraud incident. Many Demon Gods have suffered, seriously affecting the reputation of the Sanctum Sanctorum. This matter naturally needs to be solved, but just by making up for it, Earth loses too much. It's better to change the method to achieve a win-win situation—I mean, mages and mutants each win once."

"What do you want to do?" Charles asked very gently.

"The Demon Gods have time to find trouble with the Sanctum Sanctorum because they don't have bigger trouble. As long as you go to hunt them down, they won't have time to go to Earth to seek justice."

"But what good does this do for us?"

"You helped the Sanctum Sanctorum solve the reputation problem, and the compensation that should have been given to the Demon Gods can naturally be given to you. Although you might not be able to use the energy, those wolves on Wall Street, who call the wind and rain on Earth, naturally have ways to get the things you want. In this way, the Sanctum Sanctorum has no more complaint problems, and you have also received compensation. Isn't that a win-win situation?"

"Then what do you want?" Erik asked, "You'd better not try to lie to us; you are not an employee of the Sanctum Sanctorum, but the liar who caused all the trouble."

"Actually, it's very simple. I have already agreed with His Highness Loki that we will split the energy of those victims you solved fifty-fifty. The more you solve, the more I split. Of course, some might not involve reputation problems, but perhaps there will be similar problems in the future. You help them solve the problems in advance, and naturally, you can also get compensation in advance. Simply put, the more you kill, the more you earn. How about it?"

Charles and Erik looked at each other and saw the affirmation in each other's eyes one after another.

Actually, in the past, mutants had no reason to target Demon Gods. Even if they could beat them, there was no need to fight because they didn't need energy. Mutants seemed to completely not follow the laws of physics, and they didn't know where the cosmic mass they generated out of thin air came from, but anyway, it definitely wasn't transformed from energy.

It's similar to them being engines themselves, and perpetual motion machines that don't need energy to start, so naturally, there's no need to borrow electricity from others. They had no conflict with Demon Gods.

Of course, if helping mages solve Demon Gods could get benefits, they wouldn't refuse either. It's just that the Sanctum Sanctorum had always been running very stably, and if you suddenly killed their members for no reason, wouldn't that be offending people?

That is to say, mages didn't need mutants to help them deal with Demon Gods at all. The existing pattern was already very stable, and mutants had no room to play.

But this time it was different. Because of Constantine's arrival, many victims appeared among the Demon Gods. In order to maintain the stability of the system, they had to find a way to solve it.

Solving it is nothing more than two methods: either give compensation and try hard to coax the Demon Gods; or simply solve the victims physically. Without victims, the reputation naturally won't be a problem.

But this matter can't be done by mages. After all, they play the role of system maintainers. If they solve the problem so simply and crudely, they might instead not be trusted later.

But mutants are different. They are cosmic terrorists to begin with, and there is no room for their reputation to fall. Moreover, they also shone brilliantly when they messed with the three great empires before. Even the three great empires dared to mess with, what's the problem with messing with a few small Demon Gods?

As for why the Demon Gods who were just eliminated happened to be the victims who went to seek justice before, that can only be said that justice is in people's hearts, and other Demon Gods and interstellar civilizations have their own judgment on who is right and who is wrong.

"No problem," Charles agreed, "Give us the list and two days, and the energy will be sent to the Sanctum Sanctorum in full. The things we want are also very simple: the Cosmic Construction taught by Professor Lucifer at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stopped classes with the departure of the main professor. We hope to restart this course, and the new professor is Erik Lehnsherr."

Seeing that they communicated very smoothly, Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. But this breath of his was obviously released too early—that day they stayed on the capital Sky Island, and then in the middle of the night, he heard Constantine's scream.

Schiller hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed to the floor where the scream came from, only to see the two Magnetos at the end of the floor, one on the left and one on the right, each stretching out a hand, pulling Constantine out of thin air.

The two exerted force almost at the same time, and with a 'crack', Constantine was torn apart. But unfortunately, what fell to the ground was a piece of paper torn into two sections. Then the two looked at Charles's room at the same time.

"Wait a minute!" Schiller rushed forward and shouted, "You two don't go in first; I'll go in first, and I'll call you in after I'm sure it's fine."

Although Schiller felt that it was unlikely Charles would let Constantine succeed, he was afraid of the 'what if'. If there were any stimulating scenes for Magneto to see, the two of them would definitely be finished here.

Schiller knocked on the door and then pushed the door in. Fortunately, Charles was sitting on the sofa safe and sound. He looked left and right, and then said, "Uh, where is John?"

Before his voice fell, Constantine walked out holding Anya's hand, and then said to Charles, "No problem, I can create a temporary body for her that is the same as my clone, but if it's not used as a consumable, maintenance might be a bit laborious. I can write you a maintenance manual, but I don't guarantee how long it can be used."

"If there is a permanent body, it would be even better," Charles frowned and sighed, looking at Anya with some pity, "She has already experienced death once; you know how uncomfortable that taste is. Even though we have protected her brain waves in advance, she still lies on the hospital bed shouting that her heart hurts, saying she has difficulty breathing, and her body seems to be strangled. Neither of us could stop this tragedy from happening, and we could only dilute her memory as much as possible."

Then he looked at Constantine sincerely with those blue eyes and said, "If you need to switch bodies frequently, it is very likely to evoke her bad memories, which is too cruel for a little girl. As Erik's friend and Anya's teacher, I cannot sit idly by and watch such a thing happen. So, if you have a way to create a permanent body, I promise you that mutants will be your friends forever, and so will I."

Hearing this, Constantine's eyes lit up. Schiller also covered his eyes. Now it seems that Charles is not in danger, he is like a fish in water.

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