bookbashuk Chapter 306 Guests Arrive
Chapter 306 Guests Arrive
Chapter 306 Guests Arrive
The clones are inexhaustible. Even with Storm and Cyclops using large-scale destructive methods, these clones, constantly appearing with the help of the God's head, are like cockroaches that cannot be eradicated.
Furthermore, "Mr. Ominous" is able to achieve "rebirth" through this endless stream of clones.
This made it impossible for the "Endangered Team" to stop "Mr. Ominous." They could only watch helplessly as "Locksmith" Connors was about to lose his consciousness and become a killing machine abused by "Mr. Ominous."
"What should we do—"
Storm Ororo felt a wave of powerlessness.
"Namor believes we should kill the 'Locksmith' rather than let him fall into the hands of the 'Mr. Ominous'."
Namor stood to the side, his fists clenched, and uttered the answer that mutants least wanted to hear.
Emma, the "White Queen," gritted her teeth and withdrew from her diamond-like body:
"Someone hold my arm down!"
Her severed arm bled profusely as her body withdrew from the diamondization, but Emma, the "White Queen," had no time to care about her own condition. Instead, she used her "telepathy" to try to help Connors resist the mental attacks from "Mr. Ominous."
"Emma, don't attack Connors! We don't yet know what 'The Locksmith's' abilities are. Attack 'Mr. Ominous' with all your might and knock him unconscious!"
"Laser Eyes" shouted at this moment.
Emma, the "White Queen," was in excruciating pain from her severed arms. Magik and Hope each pressed their hands against the blood vessels in her severed arms.
But the blood continued to flow, quickly turning the "White Queen's" face as pale as paper.
"I'm sorry, I can't do that."
"What?! I can't do it?!" "Mr. Ominous" suddenly rang out in a horrified, incredulous voice.
"Why? Why is there a wall?! Even with the help of the gods, I can't break through the 'Locksmith's' mental defenses? Why?"
His voice echoed within the palace inside the Celestial's head, causing Storm to quickly turn her gaze to him, then to Connors:
"Things seem to have taken a turn for the better. 'Mr. Ominous' couldn't break through 'Locksmith' Connors's mental defenses. Doesn't that mean that if I could have my mental defenses broken through by 'Mr. Ominous' with all the abilities of telepathy, chaos magic, Vishanti white magic, and master lockpicking, then I might as well quit this job and go home to raise pigs?"
Connors looked amusedly at the ubiquitous clones, the replicas of "Mr. Ominous," and began to concoct:
"I thought you could unlock my 'lock' after all that blowing."
He didn't reveal his other abilities, only attributing the "Ominous Sign"'s inability to break through his mental defenses to the "Master of Lockpicking."
on.
Connors' words suddenly brought a glimmer of hope to the eyes of the "Endangered Team" members.
"So his so-called 'locksmith' isn't just about 'locks' in the physical sense?" Storm felt her heart race. "Even in a conceptual sense?"
"Magical" Iliana was still being held by Connors' hand, but she had given up trying to break free and was now pondering another question:
"Could he unlock the 'lock' on the mutants' power ceiling? If that's really possible, wouldn't every mutant be at least Alpha level?"
The "White Queen" was deathly pale, but a smile appeared on her face:
"Does your defense system include not only physical defenses but also mental ones?"
She returned to her diamond-like state, and her bleeding arms instantly became translucent.
"Mr. Ominous" realized that if Connors could lock his mind, then locking the cloning technology given to him by "Mr. Fantastic" would probably not be difficult.
"I need a 'key,' and since you're a 'locksmith,' I'll go find a 'master key' that can unlock everything."
"Mr. Ominous Sign" said that he planned to escape to Tiantian first, as long as he survived, everything would be alright.
But Connors did not do as he wished:
"Unless you find another version of me, otherwise—"
He was about to make a move when a horizontal blue barrier slowly rose from the ground into the air, revealing a figure dressed in a blue bodysuit.
A man with a thick beard bearing the number "4" on his chest appeared before them:
"Connors, I want to talk to you—"
This guy is none other than Reed, the "Mr. Fantastic" of this world. As soon as he opened his mouth, he acted like an old acquaintance and wanted to negotiate with Connors.
"Don't rush to refuse. I'm from the timeline five days in the future."
"Since only you can deal with yourself, I hope you understand what will happen in five days. Only you can prevent the consequences of your mistake—"
boom!
Before he could finish speaking, "Mr. Fantastic" Reed exploded, leaving Connors standing there completely bewildered.
"...Seriously, finish what you're saying! What about five days from now?"
However, Reed, now exploded, was clearly unable to answer his question.
The faces of the members of the "Endangered Team".
"Five days later?" Storm frowned and said, "We'll talk about what happens five days from now. Don't forget we still have problems to deal with right now."
"Mr. Fantastic" arrived quickly and died quickly, and even "Mr. Omen" disappeared without a trace.
But the Celestials' heads are still intact, and there are more than ten Celestials on their way to Earth in space. Magneto Erik is still struggling to maintain the Celestials' bodies.
"Colossus" was still in "Juggernaut" mode at this moment. With a relatively simple mind, he also didn't want to think about what would happen five days later. Instead, he stepped forward and picked up the head of the Celestials.
"Iliana, give me a hand."
He wanted to place the head of the Celestials onto the body.
Upon hearing this, "Mystery" Iliana looked at Connors, who was holding her hand. This time, Connors did not hold on tightly but gently let go.
"Magneto, Colossus and Magik are transporting the head back. Hang in there a little longer!"
"Cyclops" responded to "Magneto" using the mind cloned from Hope.
News soon came from Magneto Erik's side:
"Thank God, I thought you were just going to leave this old man here like that."
"The sleeping god is as good as ever, at least as good as when we first saw it."
"Magneto" Erik looked up at the sky and continued:
"That's good news, but there's bad news waiting for your return—we have guests from Earth."
A dozen or so enormous Celestials stood silently before Magneto Erik, watching him.