New York Sanctum, one of the three Sanctums under Kamar-Taj, located in the West Village of New York, a place that has cultivated countless talents for more than 200 years.
It has existed here for more than 700 years. In other words, it was not after New York was built that Ancient One built the Sanctum here, but the entire New York was built and developed little by little under the watchful eyes of the people in the Sanctum until now.
700 years have passed, and for the human world, this is a time that can never be surpassed, but the Sanctum still exists, just like a guardian giant standing in the urban forest of New York.
Since the establishment of the New Order, this world has never been like today, suffering from the impact and peeping from the darkness.
Ororo pushed Professor X's wheelchair and walked in the mirror space that covered at least one city around the Sanctum. In this special dimension, walking in it, you can see pedestrians in the real world, but you can't touch them, as if you exist in two completely different worlds.
Compared to Professor X's calmness, Ororo was much more surprised. She looked at the child passing through her body and said to the professor.
"I've lived in this city for more than 20 years, and I never knew that there was such an interesting place in this city …"
Professor X had a gentle look on his face. He had already seen the unpredictable power of Ancient One, and he knew that that power was one of the protectors of this world, so walking in the substantial embodiment of this power, he did not feel any pressure.
"That's because there are still many secrets hidden in this world, Ororo. The Mutants are just a part of this world. In the eyes of the higher powers, the Mutants are no different from normal humans. I've realized this a long time ago, so I chose to compromise. But Eric refused to believe it. His actions were more like a demonstration of the superiority of the Mutants to the higher powers. His thirst for recognition led him astray."
The professor sighed and muttered to himself.
"I don't know how Eric is doing in that prison. After this battle, it's time for us to go and see him."
"Hmm?"
The professor did not get a response from Ororo. He raised his head in confusion and saw a black car driving into the mirror dimension from the street in front of him. Behind it were more than a dozen large trucks. It did not seem like a vehicle that could be accepted into the mirror dimension. However, the professor also saw the person sitting in the car clearly. The familiar yet strange person … Saber Hawk.
Saber also saw the professor and Ororo. He signaled Santas to stop the car, then turned to Sergues and Yuriko, who were wearing sunglasses.
"Take your brothers to the front of the Sanctum and set up a defensive line there. Strange will provide you with what you need. I'll be there soon."
With that, he opened the car door and got out.
"Professor, long time no see."
Seber greeted Professor Charles calmly. There was no sign of awkwardness on his face, even though the two of them had a falling out not long ago due to ideological differences.
But in the face of such kindness, the professor knitted his brows. He looked at Saber, his gentle eyes showing a tinge of seriousness.
"You … have you dealt with Evil Spirits? You have an unsettling aura … from your soul. Didn't you go to Kamar-Taj? "
"I went …"
Saber bent down and held the professor's hand with a smile on his face, perfectly in line with etiquette. He lowered his voice, "But Ancient One didn't have what I needed, so I chose another path, a path that you would never like. So, as I said earlier, we are not on the same path."
He reached out and patted the professor on the shoulder.
"Oh, yes … I didn't waste your opportunity, Professor Charles. Go to Kamar-Taj as soon as possible. Do you want to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of your life?"
"How could Ancient One not have a way to cure you?"
Charles' face became cold, "You refused, didn't you?"
"Yes."
Saber didn't deny it. He nodded calmly and looked at Professor Charles, "I refused because I didn't want to be kept as a prisoner for 10 years, but I still thank you. Without your guidance, it would have been difficult for me to find this method, although … it's a little rough."
He didn't give Professor Charles a chance to speak again. He brushed past the two of them and walked behind him. But just as he walked past Ororo, who was trembling slightly, he suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Ororo's waist in his arms. He placed his hands on her flat abdomen and put his chin on Ororo's shoulder in a very intimate posture like a lover. He asked softly.
"Are you afraid … My Ororo, why are you afraid of me? Didn't we work well together last time? Didn't I teach you a lot of things? Your attitude … really makes me sad. "
"I … I didn't!"
"Boom!"
A dazzling lightning bolt quickly struck Saber from the sky, but at a higher altitude, it was blocked by a behemoth that suddenly appeared. The Purple Berserker Demon, Sim, with a cigar in its mouth, smashed the lightning in its hand with a look of disdain. It turned its head to look at Ororo, who was looking at it in horror, and smiled. Then, under the control of Saber's will, it was sent back to hell again.
"You see, you can't hurt me … My baby Ororo, as I said before, your power is like a god, but the premise is that you have to be a little crazier. It seems that you still haven't learned it."
Seiber gently kissed Ororo's earlobe and felt the body in his arms tremble. Under the increasingly cold atmosphere around Professor Charles, Seiber let go of her and turned around to leave with a maniacal laugh, just like a complete villain.
"Demon …"
Professor Charles' hands clenched on the handle of the wheelchair, "He actually chose the power of the demon … He will be more dangerous than Eric! In the beginning, I really shouldn't have let him go! "
Ororo hugged her shoulders and squatted helplessly, her face buried in her arms and crying silently. She thought she could face the shadows brought by Saber, but now it seemed that she was still far from it. It's not that she didn't work hard, but Saber was moving too fast.
"Saber Hawke!"
When Saber turned a corner, he could already see the Sanctum standing in the distance. It was almost the same architectural style as the London Sanctum, but just as he walked there, a low voice stopped him. Saber turned around and saw Nick Fury walking out of the alley.
A smile appeared at the corner of Seiber's mouth. He leaned against the wall and looked at the Director of SHIELD who had his hands behind his back with a malicious gaze.
"Ah, Mr. Nick, I have to praise your courage. You dare to appear in front of me alone. Aren't you afraid that I, a bad mutant, will strangle you here out of some disgusting mentality?"
"No! Under the power of the Ancient One, I'm not afraid of you. "
Fury generously admitted his fear of Saber's power. His one eye stared at Saber, "So in other places, I will avoid appearing in front of you … But I'm not here to quarrel with you this time."
"Hmm?"
Saber made a "please" gesture, Fury cleared his throat and said softly.
"I don't think there is any deep hatred between you and SHIELD, right? There is no need to be hostile all the time, and I have sufficient evidence to show that the operation against you was not done by myself. In fact, someone else was presiding over all this. "
"Look at me, Fury."
Saber pointed to his head, "Do you think I look like a person who will act based on evidence? Don't say these official lines anymore, our time is limited, and our friendship has not reached the point where we can talk privately, or you can ask May to come to me. "
"Ahem."
A strange look appeared on Fury's face, "I don't want to comment on your personal relationship with Agent May, but … I'm here to express goodwill. It's up to you whether you accept it or not. I repeat, SHIELD has never regarded you as an enemy, and Gotham's agents have all been withdrawn. I hope the grudge between us ends here …"
Saber's eyes narrowed, and after a few seconds, he nodded.
"Are you done? I'm leaving. "
Fury was stunned for a moment, and he emphasized his tone.
"What's your answer? Accept? Or not? "
Saber turned and left, waving his hand without looking back.
"You're still standing here, doesn't that already explain my attitude? Don't mess with me, Fury, this is for May's sake. "
Fury did not care about Saber's arrogant attitude, because Saber already had the right to be arrogant, and for an agent, many things could not be looked at with words on the surface. The director of SHIELD glanced at Saber who was leaving, and a light flashed in his single eye, then he turned and disappeared into the alley.
He did not see the mockery on Saber's face.
"Not against me? Hehe, that's a nice way to put it … If you were more sincere, maybe I would believe you. "
Of course, he would not believe Nick Fury's one-sided words. More importantly, from the document that Tony gave him, he had seen the big net that Nick Fury had quietly set up. There were many targets in the net, and one of them was … Saber Hawk!
"Vroom vroom vroom"
Just as Saber arrived at the entrance of the Sanctum, the low sound of an engine came from behind him, and a real smile appeared on his face. He turned his head and waved at the cool knight with a black helmet. The latter was driving a heavy motorcycle painted the color of fire, and it made a handsome trajectory in front of him and stopped sideways beside him.
Johnny, who had not seen him for a long time, took off his helmet, revealing his handsome face that had not changed at all. He high-fived Saber, but then, a red flame burst out of his hand. Johnny's face also showed a hint of struggle. He looked at Saber seriously, and the joy in his eyes disappeared at this moment.
"Why do you have the smell of an evil spirit on you … I almost couldn't suppress Zartanos' will to attack you."
Saber threw a cigar to Johnny, took a puff, and then shrugged helplessly.
"What else can I do? Buddy … to cure the disease, I didn't want to. Oh right, you still can't control it? "
Johnny cautiously took a step back, and when he was five meters away from Saber, he extinguished the flame in his hand and shook his head.
"The fusion is very slow. It's slightly better than before. However, if I transform, I might really attack you … Unless I can control the blue flames, but that's very difficult. I don't have a clue at the moment. I probably have to wait until my soul returns to its original position before there's a slight possibility."
"Then after the battle, you'll have to stay away from me and my people."
Saber smoked silently and said to Johnny, "I've formed a group of warriors that fight with the power of demons. If we all transform, I'm afraid you'll leave your opponent and come straight for us … This is really a headache, but believe me, after this battle, you'll be truly free. Have you thought about what to do in the future?"
The conversation became more relaxed. Johnny smoked the cigar, laughed, and scratched his head.
"If I'm really free, I'll probably travel around the world with Rozanne, and then find a quiet place to spend the rest of our lives together. After all, I've had enough of Texas, and it's time to accompany my lover."
"Hmm … That's a good idea, but I don't think your life will be that peaceful. After all, it's not easy to find a skeleton with flames in this world, and you can live for a long time … at least a few hundred years, but Rozanne can't. You have to think about her."
This question made Johnny's face darken. In the end, he shook his hand in annoyance.
"We'll talk about the future later. I'll go check out the battlefield first. See you later."
After saying that, he put on his helmet and started the engine again. He sped off into the distance and soon disappeared from Seiber's sight. Seiber's nose twitched. His left hand reached into his pocket, and a silver-white pistol appeared in his palm. He spun it a few times, then firmly pressed it against the forehead of the figure that appeared behind him.
"Hehehe! Handsome, don't do that! "
That fancy-looking guy raised his hands in fear. He was wearing a dark red mask, and there were two yellow strips of cloth covering his eyes. He was wearing a dark red tight suit, and there was a heavy belt around his waist. There were two guns and two swords on his back. He looked exactly like the Red Devil.
After hearing this guy's weird voice, Saber snorted in annoyance. He put away his gun, threw a cigar at him, and asked.
"You ugly, where have you been? Why can't my men find you anywhere? "
"I'm very busy, brother … I don't have time to wait for you to find me."
That guy toyed with his cigar as he leaned against an electric pole. "And my little Vanessa, do you know that women are too good at spending money? Ever since I killed Jax, I've been busy making money. Of course, I spend money on my little sweetheart, and I spend it on myself as well. "
"Then what should I call you?"
Saber blew out two puffs of smoke from his nostrils, and he looked at this guy's outfit. "Wade? Or some crazy transvestite? "
Wade Wilson snorted, crossed his arms, and pointed at himself with his thumb proudly.
"Oh, I have a great name. Now … call me Mr. Deadpool … Thank you."
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