Chapter 4708

Professor X was slightly startled, then lowered his eyelids. Schiller had indeed very accurately stated the hidden worries in his heart. In fact, establishing a mutant nation was a goal that he and Magneto could strive for together, because the two of them had never been enemies from the beginning; they were just two sides of the same coin for one race. They had long had a tacit understanding and would not truly resent each other because of a temporary dispute.

However, the young mutants were not necessarily so. They had not experienced that most difficult era, and under the atmosphere of opposition between the two sides, they had long been dissatisfied with each other. Not only did many people within the X-Men not like Magneto, feeling he was too unscrupulous, but the new generation in the Brotherhood of Mutants also looked at Professor X with a critical eye, feeling he was too conciliatory and appeasing.

It was not that the two sides had never fought; there had been many battles, both large wars and small frictions, and there had been casualties on both sides. Young people were always hot-blooded; they had been hostile to each other before, even refusing to have anything to do with each other, and suddenly they were to sit together to build a mutant nation. Even if they were all reasonable and willing to put aside past grievances for the time being, this was always a hidden danger.

Of course, big villains like Apocalypse had not failed to attack other mutants. But as the saying goes, a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. Apocalypse was strong enough, and no one held any hope for him; his appearance could be considered a pleasant surprise. Even if he came to help, no one would hold too much hostility toward him.

But the young people on both sides already looked down on each other, both feeling they were stronger than the other, that the philosophy they followed was better, and that the other side's joining was useless. In this situation, it was very easy for friction to break out. Not to mention, both sides had some famous hotheads; if they started fighting on Krakoa, the trouble would be huge.

Professor X and Magneto were like that blended family; the two of them had no conflicts, but the children underneath looked at each other with disdain. Even this surprise attack was basically dominated by the X-Men, rather than a mix of both sides, because they all knew that mixing the two sides might cause trouble.

How to solve this contradiction was something Professor X had thought about for a long time. However, he was more inclined toward gradual reconciliation, everyone working toward the same goal, everyone putting their strength in the same place; after a long time, they would naturally understand each other.

However, Schiller was clearly the type of person who preferred strong medicine. As long as they owed each other, they would naturally cease their hostilities. But this medicine was administered just right, fitting the needs of both sides perfectly.

Magneto yielding Nimrod's body to Cyclops proved that he was the kind of good person with a spirit of sacrifice and benevolence that the X-Men recognized; and Cyclops doing his utmost to save Magneto would naturally make the Brotherhood of Mutants, who worshipped their leader, accept him. This move could not be called anything but brilliant.

"I am sometimes curious," Professor X's tone finally relaxed, and he took off his helmet and looked at Schiller, saying.

"Curious about what?" Schiller also looked at him and asked, "Curious about me? That is human nature, after all."

Professor X lowered his head and laughed, shaking his head and saying: "I am curious about what your friends are like."

"Haven't you already met Tony?"

"Yes, he is indeed different from many Iron Men. But I guess he wouldn't be the most different one. He lacks a bit of... restraint toward you?"

"Where does this come from?" Schiller raised an eyebrow.

"You mentioned that your friends let you know that even if one can be resurrected, the death of a loved one is unacceptable. Someone must have taught you this lesson more profoundly. I don't think that person is Tony Stark."

"Oh?"

"Someone more tolerant than you can never restrain you," Professor X said with a smile, "Only someone more extreme than you can do that."

His fingers tapped the corner of the table: "To be honest, as a psychiatrist, being able to see such a Tony Stark is a great honor for me. I see how you saved him from the quagmire of anxiety and indecision. You didn't just give him a bigger piece of driftwood, but an entire island, just like Krakoa."

"Being able to receive such an evaluation from you is also my honor."

"But he is not that person," Professor X said, "Just like how I am actually far more extreme than Erik, which is why I can restrain him. I have also used certain methods to make him learn a lesson, exactly the same as you."

"I did indeed learn a lesson," Schiller sighed softly and said, "But I suppose I brought it on myself."

"Who didn't?" Professor X seemed to think of something else, squinting his eyes and laughing, "Let me guess, you used such methods to solve the contradictions in your universe, which allowed many people not to fall into tragedy like other counterparts. But also, smooth sailing would make them have more extreme desire for control and tougher methods, only then could they stop you."

"It can't be considered completely stopped," Schiller defended, "Just slightly eased."

"Considering how astonishing the series of things you have done since coming to this universe is, even if it's just slightly eased, it can be considered a benefactor to the entire multiverse," Professor X said with a smile.

"Since you've enjoyed all this, don't be ungrateful," Schiller snorted coldly, "I hope you can still have such patience when you see him."

Professor X watched his retreating back. He had a premonition that some trouble was about to come, but it would definitely not be from the mutants. I'm afraid someone is about to have terrible luck.

"This can't go on!" the main universe Captain America said, gritting his teeth. His uniform was already damaged, and a deep scorch mark had appeared on his shield, left by being hit by the main Source Cannon just now. If it hadn't been for the local universe's Winter Soldier knocking him away, he probably would have been reduced to ashes under the main cannon.

It was a pity that his own universe's Bucky had gone on a mission and hadn't come; the main universe Captain America sighed deeply in his heart. He looked toward Iron Man's direction again; the main universe Iron Man was not having an easy time either, as that iron shell was already starting to smoke. Under the influence of the electromagnetic storm just now, the flight control system was also a bit chaotic, and at this moment, he could only grab the tail of the spaceship wreckage to stabilize his posture.

That group of people from the local universe was still fighting, but they were clearly exhausted and could not stop such a large Shi'ar army at all. Although they were all super-powered individuals, the Shi'ar were also super-powered, and the Dual-God power they used was no weaker than other divine powers. Only Lei Shen and Doctor Strange could trade blows with them; the individual power of the others was not enough.

"HULK!!!!!!" the main universe Hulk let out a roar, charging toward Iron Man again, because at this moment the main cannon had aimed at Iron Man. Hulk slammed into the barrel of the main cannon, knocking it crooked, and punched a hole in the spaceship, but was interfered with by the Source energy field, causing his movements to pause for a moment.

"Bruce!" the main universe Iron Man hurriedly let go and opened his hand cannon, but a puff of black smoke came out of his palm. He had to hurriedly fly over, grab Hulk, and run away to avoid subsequent artillery fire.

They had engaged the enemy too hastily, neither maintaining a good formation nor having enough equipment. Captain America didn't bring a spare shield, and the energy stored in his armor wasn't enough. Even Doctor Strange and Lei Shen were almost out of power by now.

"Something's wrong," the local Doctor Strange said, "I have had contact with the Shi'ar Empire; they shouldn't be this strong..."

The main universe group also felt it was somewhat incredible; they were the Avengers, after all. Not to mention the others, Hulk was also at the single-person planet-busting level, yet they had no good way to deal with these Shi'ar Empire spaceships. That Source energy field seemed to be specifically targeted at Hulk; every time he made a move, it would jam him, making it impossible for him to unleash extremely strong power.

And the combat methods of the other units were also very particular, as if they had completely seen through the Avengers. The main universe Iron Man thought of this and glared fiercely at the local Iron Man, saying: "There must be a mole on your side!"

The local Avengers were also speechless. This group of Shi'ar Empire people seemed to be coming for the mutants, but why did they know the Avengers so well? Whether it was strategy or tactics, they had them completely countered. Could it really be that someone on their side had betrayed the Avengers?

They didn't doubt their teammates, but it was really hard to say about S. H. I. E. L. D. and the U. S. government. After all, if they hadn't colluded with the Shi'ar Empire, where did the technology and materials come from?

Since they had already colluded, wouldn't it be natural to betray a companion's data while they were at it?

"You guys go back first," Apocalypse flew over. He looked the Avengers up and down and said: "If any of you fall here, I won't have an easy time explaining it. I will have the Professor send more mutants over, which can stabilize the front line for the time being."

Saying stabilize the front line, in fact, they couldn't even defend the Mercury line now; they just couldn't get close to Earth for the time being, but this "for the time being" was very limited.

"How many mutants are left?" the local Captain America asked with some worry. After all, they didn't know about the Totem Resurrection Plan and still felt that the best mutants were almost all dead.

"There are still some hidden cards," Apocalypse said, "You don't need to worry about that. You'd better go back and study how to completely crush the Shi'ar Empire's army."

In the end, the Avengers retreated, and the main universe Iron Man's face was gloomy. He was going back now to catch that mole.

The local Avengers were also thinking about what had gone wrong internally, and why this battle was so hard to fight.

Little did they know, the General who was looking at the solar system battlefield through the spaceship's camera was not a Shi'ar, but a pure human with black hair and fire flashing in his eyes.

In the huge combat command room, all the Shi'ar Empire soldiers had been waved away by him. He heard some subtle movements behind him, and after turning around, a figure with red skin and long horns on top of his head was standing on the chandelier, smiling at him.

"The operation is going very smoothly, General Vulcan," the other party jumped down lightly and then said, "At tomorrow's royal banquet, you only need to attract Emperor D'Ken's attention at the feast. Soon, the master of the Shi'ar Empire will be you."

That man did not show much joy; he just stared at the demon in front of him with those eyes flickering with faint firelight: "Why do I always feel that what you want goes far beyond this, Mephisto?"

"The devil and greed are always bound together, inseparable," Mephisto walked up, looked at Vulcan, and smiled, "If you didn't want to conquer the Shi'ar Empire, why would you agree to cooperate with me to invade the galaxy?"

Vulcan pursed his lips: "Are you really sure about taking Chandilar in one fell swoop? D'Ken is not easy to deal with."

"Since I have promised you, I will naturally not break my word. You just wait to see a good show tomorrow."

Vulcan squinted his eyes, staring at the demon's gray pupils. He always felt that these eyes were very unlike him, lacking the devil's cunning and calculation, but carrying a natural indifference, a kind of more overwhelming evil.