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What Thanos hadn't expected was that Mike would be even harder to deal with than he had imagined—that he could actually summon such powerful helpers!
It was precisely because of these three individuals that their trio had been held back, allowing Mike to seize the opportunity to kill Apocalypse.
This time, not only had they failed to recruit a new member, but they had also exposed the existence of their team...
Just thinking about this made Thanos's expression incredibly ugly.
He glanced at Mike, dodging the golden balls of light that bombarded him like rain. Then, he looked at Charles and Eric flying toward them. The orange gem on his left gauntlet flashed slightly, and a peculiar energy swept out in all directions.
Mike and the three Marine Admirals paused for a moment, feeling a strange force tugging at their souls.
This force only lasted for a very short moment, but seizing this brief window, Thanos tore open space and departed, taking along a reluctant-looking Fiora and a gloomy-faced Mephisto.
Mike's eyes flickered. He dismissed the Yamato sword in his hand and nodded to the three Admirals who were staying airborne using Moon Walk. "Thank you for your hard work."
The three smiled faintly. "It was our honor."
With a thought from Mike, the three turned into particles of light and dissipated, reverting once again into cards.
"Dad!"
Eric and Charles flew over, unable to hide their nervousness. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Mike waved his hand and smiled at the two of them. "You handled things very well this time, especially that purification mist."
Eric's face twitched with embarrassment. "That was..."
"That was pretty impressive! Right? Hahaha!"
Charles slapped Eric on the back, laughing exaggeratedly.
Eric rolled his eyes.
"I'll leave the cleanup here to you guys. Oh, right, Charles—those enemies causing a ruckus on Earth, I'm leaving them to you to deal with."
"Got it!"
Charles's expression turned serious.
Mike opened a portal, and Eric gave a mischievous grin before tossing Charles through it from high in the air.
"Ahhh!"
Charles screamed as he passed through the portal. Eric used his ability to give him a gentle tug at the last second, allowing Charles to land safely inside the Cerebro chamber.
"Eric! I'm going to—"
Whoosh!
The portal closed. Mike rubbed the space between his eyebrows and said to Eric, "I'll leave this place to you."
He looked at the partially destroyed city below and felt a headache coming on.
This city had been built with great difficulty.
He finally understood the helplessness the city officials of New York must feel.
"Understood."
Eric nodded, then asked curiously, "Dad, are you going home now, or...?"
"Continuing the trip, of course!"
Their travel plans were only half complete.
As Mike spoke, he opened a portal and vanished.
Eric was left speechless, finally understanding the feelings of those police officers who had to clean up the battlefield behind superheroes.
On Earth.
After knocking out all the mutants causing havoc in a national capital, Clark didn't pause for a moment and continued flying toward the next city.
The appearance of these mutants signified that Apocalypse had started a war.
He knew very well that these mutants on Earth were merely delaying him, the Avengers, and other superheroes. They were creating chaos, while the real battlefield was on Kent Star.
Just as Apocalypse had thought, they couldn't simply sit back and ignore the chaos on Earth.
Although Clark was somewhat worried about the situation on Kent Star, the moment he remembered that his father would be watching over things there, his suspended heart would settle back down solidly.
Just then, a familiar voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Hey! Clark, did you miss me?"
"Charles?" A look of joy flashed in Clark's eyes, followed by a sigh of relief. "You're contacting me at a time like this? Is the matter on Kent Star resolved?"
" Although the process had its ups and downs, we eventually resolved it."
"That's great!"
A look of happiness flashed across Clark's face.
"You're celebrating too early!"
"?"
"Wait until I catch all these bastards on Earth, then you can be happy!"
"You kid, don't pause so much when you speak. Where's Dad?"
"He went back to continue his vacation."
Charles said with a mix of sourness and resignation, then added, "I have to start working now."
With that, Charles severed the mental connection.
When it came to dealing with these ordinary mutants, no one was more efficient than Charles.
There was no need to run back and forth; he could take care of the enemies just by sitting in the Cerebro chamber.
Minutes later, enemies on a global scale were all knocked unconscious by Charles.
And with that, the war was officially over.
Although the war hadn't lasted long, the disturbance it caused was worldwide, and mutants were once again pushed to the forefront of public opinion.
They had no jurisdiction over the residents of Kent Star, but the remaining mutants on Earth were still under their governance.
Because of this incident, the Superhuman (Superhero) Registration Act, which had been shelved for a long time, was brought up again by certain people.
Of course, that was a matter for later.
Now, after the end of this war, Clark returned to his apartment in San Francisco. The Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and other superheroes also began to enjoy the joy of victory.
At the same time, Mike, who was on vacation, reappeared from a portal and returned to his RV.
Before returning, he had notified Odin and the Ancient One, telling them about Thanos and urging them to remain vigilant.
However, what concerned Mike was the Soul Stone on Thanos's gauntlet. How had Thanos obtained that thing?
Mike had just contacted Star-Lord and the others and confirmed that Gamora was still alive and well.
So, Mike was even more curious about it.
Looking at the three pairs of bright eyes—one large pair and two small pairs—staring at him, Mike smiled at them.
"It's done! Let's continue our trip!"
"Yoo-hoo! That's great! I thought we were going home!"
Gwen cheered, her face full of excitement.
She hadn't had enough fun on this trip yet!
"Little lunatic!"
Raven smiled and poked Gwen's forehead.
Gwen stuck out her tongue.
Just then, Little Lamb mimicked Raven, poking Gwen's forehead and saying in a milky voice, "Little lunatic!"
"You're the little lunatic! Little Lunatic Lamb!"
Gwen teased the little guy in Raven's arms, reaching out to pinch Little Lamb's cheek.
Little Lamb grinned, but just as Gwen's hand was about to touch his face, his body blurred. He vanished from Raven's arms and reappeared on the floor of the RV.
"Stupid big sister! You can't catch me! Blehh..."
Seeing Little Lamb making a funny face, Gwen let out a soft hmph, then suddenly pounced.
Little Lamb dodged easily, leaving a trail of afterimages, and provoked Gwen: "Stupid, stupid!!"
Gwen ground her teeth in anger, waving her claws as she chased after him.
Little Lamb giggled, using his abilities to tease Gwen.
One moment using super speed, the next floating, and he even used a new ability—clones...
"Ahhh!"
Gwen screamed, and blue flames erupted from her body.
Seeing this, Mike helplessly grabbed Little Lamb as he flashed by and pressed his hand down on Gwen's head.
"Stop messing around, you two!"
"Blehh, blehh, blehh!"
Little Lamb smiled triumphantly at Gwen.
Gwen rolled her eyes and said, "If you keep this up, I won't give you any delicious treats!"
"Big sister!"
Little Lamb immediately became incredibly obedient, offering his chubby little face up to Gwen.
"You two gluttons!"
Raven said somewhat exasperatedly.
The children in their family all shared one unified characteristic.
Gluttony!
Mike looked at Little Lamb in his hand and said helplessly, "You need to speed up the control of your abilities."
"I... I am trying!"
Little Lamb said with a grin, clearly not taking it to heart.
Recently, in addition to controlling his other abilities, Little Lamb had also been learning to control the time acceleration ability he had obtained first.
Although he learned quickly, he would give up as soon as he encountered a little difficulty. Therefore, this ability regarding time, which was extremely difficult to control, was the one he practiced the least.
However, this didn't mean Little Lamb hadn't made progress.
Sometimes, his ability would slow things down, much slower than normal. But sometimes time would move very fast; while others experienced one day, he could experience a full thirty days—even more exaggerated than when he first got the ability.
By now, Little Lamb was physically and mentally no different from a three-year-old child.
So fast...
Looking at Little Lamb, Mike sighed.
However, even if Little Lamb didn't try very hard, and even if he didn't practice this ability while new abilities kept appearing, by the time they returned from this trip, Little Lamb would likely have mastered it.
"Dad! Let's go! To the next city!"
Gwen was getting impatient; she wanted to visit as many places as possible during this vacation.
"Alright!"
Mike smiled and set Little Lamb down.
Little Lamb waved his small hand and shouted with great momentum, "Let's go!"
Kent Star.
As the dream energy and purification mist slowly dissipated, the people who had been in a slumbering coma woke up one by one.
They looked around blankly, unaware of what had happened. However, after a moment, reminded by individuals with stronger wills, those who had been pulled into the dream finally remembered the events prior to losing consciousness.
Enemy invasion, battles, and those flowers blooming all over the city.
Flowers?
They were stunned.
Just as they were puzzled, the mutants of Kent Star successively discovered that they had lost their abilities.
amid their confusion and panic, Charles's voice rang out in their minds, informing them of the general situation. At the same time, Jor-El projected the footage of the battle into the city sky.
The crowd came to a realization. Although they were somewhat dissatisfied that the purification mist had temporarily taken away their abilities, they expressed understanding. Soon, their dissatisfaction was replaced by fascination with the ensuing battle footage.
"Look! That's me! I look so cool! Did you see my ability?"
A mutant who had been accidentally captured by Jor-El's camera shouted happily.
"Brother, your ability is just turning into a second head? What's the use?"
"A double strike when you spit?"
A girl next to the mutant made a biting remark, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Shh! Quiet! Look at the X-Men!"
"So cool! That frost ability—is that the new X-Man, Iceman?"
"Wow! Colossus is too tough! He blocked that giant!"
"Awesome!"
"Pyro and Shadowcat were brave too! The new X-Men are not bad at all!"
"Tsk, I still think the original X-Men are cooler!"
"I think so too!"
"Look at Storm and Cyclops; they are simply a god and goddess!"
"Wolverine is so bloody, not suitable for children!"
The crowd discussed the footage projected in the sky, cheering for the X-Men and the Superpower Police, proud that they had participated in such a war.
And when they saw Charles and Eric take action, a tsunami of cheers erupted instantly.
The scenes of Eric manipulating the black sand, and Charles using his invisible ability to control enemies one by one...
They cheered for every shot.
When the two brothers, watching from the shadows, saw this, they couldn't help but smile.
This feeling of being trusted was truly nice.
"Did you see that? Everyone is cheering for me!"
Charles nudged Eric's arm, his face beaming with delight.
"Hah? Heh!" Eric sneered. "Your ability doesn't even have any special effects. Who would cheer for you? Unlike me—grand scenes! You know?"
"Shock and awe! Do you understand? Have you ever experienced the oppressive feeling of watching people fall one by one?"
Charles curled his lip, then muttered softly, "You hillbilly, you know nothing about psychological oppression!"
"Who are you calling a hillbilly?"
Eric gritted his teeth, locked Charles's neck in a headlock, and rubbed his bald head vigorously.
"Let go of me!"
Charles growled.
"Look!"
Suddenly, Eric pointed at the broadcast in the sky.
Charles looked up and was also stunned.
Currently, the sky was playing the footage of Mike's battle.
Compared to their fights, Mike's battle scenes were more violent, more impactful, and far more blood-pumping. Especially when Mike stepped on the face of Apocalypse, that guy who called himself a god, people couldn't help but burst into laughter.
But as the battle between Mike and the enemy unfolded, they involuntarily fell silent.
Even though it was just a recording, they could feel the pressure radiating from Mike.
Mike suppressed Apocalypse. In particular, seeing Mike unleash the Dimensional Tornado left them pale with fright at the terrifying dimensional storm. And when they saw Mike about to finish Apocalypse off, they instinctively held their breath.
When the new enemies appeared, they cursed Apocalypse's shamelessness and worried for Mike.
As the battle progressed and they saw Mike defeat the enemies, sending Thanos and his trio fleeing with their tails between their legs, they finally couldn't hold back their cheers.
Mike Kent, the Eternal God!
The cheers went from chaotic to synchronized, and in the end, they merged into a single roar.
"Mike Kent! Mike Kent!"
Listening to the deafening cheers, Eric and Charles looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Sure enough, compared to their father, the two of them still had a long way to go.
However, they were also proud of Mike, proud to be members of the Kent family.
"Alright! Stop basking in it!"
Eric smiled, shattering Charles's fantasy of immersion, and pointed to a destroyed section of the city not far away. "We still have to rebuild that!"
"NO!!"
(End of Chapter)