Alas! Woo!

The "ice skate"-like wind on the Siberian plain suddenly became a little violent with the aura of the aura.

Caliban trembled and thundered on one knee to the solid frozen soil. There were cracks like spider webs under his knees, and his forehead almost hit the ground. He vaguely discovered that the ancestor of the mutant who had awakened thousands of times was very disgusted with the new world order established by the mysterious family.

But since accepting the promotion and transformation of Apocalypse, Caliban has become increasingly surrendered to him from the bottom of his heart, and seems to have a sense of surrender that surges from the depths of his bloodline.

"Who is it! It's noisy!"

A thick and thick Russian tongue sounded in the stone house, and several wooden doors that were repeatedly nailed to repair were pushed open. The strong smell of strong wine and body odor and sweat came over, and it was still strongly condensed and not dissipated under the gusts of wind and snow.

The man was naked, with a strong and tall body, and his thick black hair was particularly suitable in this cold and frozen environment. His black hair and beard were dirty and knotted, and he stared at the two people outside the door with an unkind face.

I looked at it, but I didn't feel scared or surprised.

In the small hut, there was a thin woman standing by the stove. Her outline was beautiful, her long chestnut hair, and she was dodging between her eyebrows and eyes and refused to look outside. She should be young.

The messy hair and rough skin made the woman look particularly old. She hugged a thick and strong boy in front of her, and the child looked outside with a vigilant head and head.

The man in the room looked at his two skin figures that were obviously not ordinary humans, and he was wearing heavy armor. He was not surprised and continued to curse in Russian:

"Tao! Come so soon? This kid hasn't discovered any skills at the moment. If you want to take them away, you can take them away, but the promised boxes of wine and prices cannot be reduced. Where is the things? Come with empty hands!"

The woman in the room tightened her rough and thin hands, grabbed the child's shoulders in front of her, bit her lips and stared at the Apocalypse outside the room without dodging her eyes.

"Talk to you! Hehe. You guys are different now. Alexandra has just been pregnant for less than two months in diarrhea, but the price will be different at that time. The ruble is depreciating significantly every year."

"Noisy."

Tianqi's eyes turned white, and the indigo pupils disappeared. The man's feet trembled and fine dust floated. Suddenly, his arms were tightly close to his side and his mouth closed, and he fell to the ground with only his wide open eyes and a slight humming sound in his nose.

"If it weren't for your forced bloodline."

Tianqi glanced at the man on the ground with his eyebrows and eyes lowered, and spoke proficient Russian.

After opening the door of the stone house, he and the "Plague" knight behind him realized that this tall and strong man was not the one they were looking for.

"Your child, you are very talented, but why are you in such a remote and dilapidated place and accompanying such a dirty and rough man?"

The woman seemed to realize that these two weirdos were not the ones who had imagined to take away their children. She sorted out her drooping hair, and her eyes faintly disappeared just now, lowered her head and said softly:

"He is my cousin, and they said that the probability of inheritance will be higher."

Caliban did not learn to transmit the huge amount of stored information in the signal network through his special abilities in just a moment.

He couldn't understand Russian, but with his ability to "x-factor detection", he could clearly perceive that this woman had a talent second only to Alpha and had a level 4 energy level.

She is the descendant of the "demon monk" who is rumored to live in the frozen soil of Siberia.

Since the destruction of the Hellfire Institute and the death of the Black Emperor Sebastian Shaw, the Soviet Union has tried to restart the Hellfire Project and Near-Death Experiment.

But Xiao Crazy and uncontrollable experiments back then, coupled with his subordinates, the mutant's "mass doll"'s mental hints have had an impact on the top leaders of this country, as well as the reality that the mutant's forced awakening of near-death experiments are generally low in abilities.

This method that can theoretically spawn mutants on a large scale was completely shelved, and only a few organizations in the dark corners tried from time to time and were targeted by the "Whip of Order".

After the shocking scandal of Tsarist Russia more than half a century ago, the "monster monk" Rasputin, who was confused by the palace, was finally identified as a mutant with multiple mutation abilities, Rasputin's descendants were also valued by relevant departments of the extraordinary power of the Soviet Union.

Tianqi looked at the child in front of the woman, and he could still feel that the boy also had a good talent in his body, but he had not truly awakened.

Stepping in, his majestic figure covering the wind and snow that kept pouring into the house. He didn't care about taking a step forward and trying to stop him. He picked up the woman's thin chin extremely gently, and looked at her haggard face and asked softly in a dull voice:

"And what will happen to my children?"

The woman's face became as cold as the wind outside the house. Her hand holding her son's shoulder tightened a little more. She glared at her cousin or husband on the ground, and almost squeezed out a few words from her teeth.

"Nicholas are happy to exchange Peter for wine. The mutant organization here does not trust us descendants of the 'monsters'. They are more accustomed to taking the children away and raising them from an early age."

"May I have your name."

The woman looked at the Apocalypse for a few seconds, not knowing what she was thinking, but after hesitating for a moment, she finally said:

".Ya, Alexandra Rasputin."

Apocalypse's gray-blue fingertips gently stroked Alexandra's pale cheeks, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and said one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, said:

"No, look at yourself again! You will live in a palace where thousands of people worship, not in the wilderness, and remove the dust and wash away the desolation, no one can take your children away, and no one can arrange your destiny again."

Apocalypse's pupils were once again dyed white by some mysterious force. He touched Alexandra Rasputin's fingertips, as if he continued to release a numb electric current.

The pupils of this haggard and even somewhat haggard woman suddenly shrank, and her long, dry chestnut hair shone inch by inch.

The rough lines on the skin slowly faded due to the long-term hard work and the cold wind, and the cheeks became rosy and plump again. The brown pupils turned gray, and the flashing light inside slowly flowed like a ball of gray smoke.

".You no longer need ordinary names. From now on, you will become my goddess! You are the Knight of War!"

Buzz!

The woman's son slowly retreated from her mother in fear. After Alexandra Rasputin's eyes turned gray, the space around her was spiraled or interlaced, just like the palette that the painter was fiddling around, with harsh buzzing sounds blew around her and continued trembling.

The iron stove in the hut was shaking creakingly, and as the twisted and rotating air was twisted into twists, the whole stone house was shaking wildly, and all objects in the beams, wooden beds, and stone walls were twisted by the deformed space.

Caliban looked at the woman who seemed to have several undercurrents around him, with dry lips. The former Caliban had almost no special combat power under normal conditions, and was barely considered level 1, and could reach the standard of level 3 destructive power under extreme pressure.

Under the transformation of Apocalypse, he perfectly improved and solidified to the limit of level 4.

But this woman's level and energy intensity were already one level higher than herself, but she was still upgraded one level to reach the level of Alpha level 5.

This is the level estimated by the "three giants" of mutants in the supernatural power field. With this woman's comparison, Caliban finally realized that his master Apocalypse is no longer a existence that can be measured by this level.

"Very good. Very good. This is the level that I expected of the knights."

Apocalypse nodded with satisfaction. He looked at the newly renovated "War Knight", raised his five fingers with his right hand, and stripped out fine metal particles like sand and dust from the surrounding earth, stone and metal.

The serpentine swayed around Rasputin and gradually condensed into a pair of women's full-body armor similar to the Caliban style.

The fine indigo cyan scales spread along the woman's waist, and her arms and legs moved freely, and even seemed to notice that there was still a life in her belly, which was not fit too tightly.

A falcon helmet representing war was cast on his head, covering the woman's head and cheeks, revealing only a pair of gray eyes and mouth and nose with silver light.

"As for you"

Apocalypse had a rare smile. He looked down at his son who was only as tall as his knees. Seeing his mother changing her appearance, he put on a cold armor and casually lingering his fingertips, he created a simplified armor for the boy.

"One day in the future, you will be lucky enough to be my knight. I will lead you to see a dynasty that belongs to us!"

Apocalypse waved his hand and opened a purple-red light door. He raised his right hand with a gentlemanly meaning, as if he was inviting his second knight.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The woman looked at her son Peter Rasputin, and looked around the village that was destroyed by the power she released freely. She suddenly laughed brightly and happily, pulled up her son's little hand, held the palm of Apocalypse, and walked into the Light Gate with him.

"Jason Stryker, 17 years old, codenamed 'Phantom Master', initially defines a 4-level mutant of Gamma, temporarily detaining ten levels"

Bucky sat on a chair belonging to the "warden", with wide shoulders and iron arms, long hair, and his evil spirit is rising. He looked at the young man who had just been escorted and read silently about him.

Jason Stryker wore a silver-gray spiritual restraint device, like a complex and difficult iron hoop. The two "Whips of Order" escort team members were holding his arms one left and one right, so that he would not slept on the ground.

Since being arrested and brought with the brainwave mental suppressor, Jason has been in a state of sleep. It seems that he has never slept well in his life, and has completely relieved of the endless stress and fatigue.

"His Excellency Barnes, this Jason has pulled more than 2,000 people into his mental illusion, causing more than 100 indirect deaths. Thousands of victims of permanent mental damage are the most serious case of extraordinary power injury after the establishment of order."

Bucky closed the file, stood up and walked to Jason Stryker who was lifted up, stared at him for a few seconds, and shook his head in a complicated expression.

"It's better to cause such a big disaster at the age of studying. If it's not that you have extremely single abilities and extremely weak physically, you can go to the next level to accompany the gambler and hand it over to the 'Wolf Tower'. You can repair it yourself."

boom!

Two members of the Order hammered the chest to pay a gift and handed the prisoner to the cold guards guarding the "Wolf Tower".

Bucky pondered for a moment, threw a circle of alloy arms, and ordered to the guard under his command:

"Go and bring Lebo up. I have some hands recently. Let him 'play' with me."

(End of this chapter)


Chapter completed!