I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 117 Personality Number Five? The Mutant God!

Where is the tranquility and peace of Xavier Manor now?

The once lush green courtyard and elegant, magnificent buildings have all vanished.

Everything was completely annihilated by the uncontrolled power erupting from Jean Grey, leaving not even a trace.

Wherever the golden-red energy storm passed, all matter was decomposed and returned to nothingness.

The air was thick with an atmosphere of scorching heat and destruction, and the blinding energy light made it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

If it weren't for Qin's last remaining shred of consciousness struggling desperately to restrain this destructive torrent...

Everyone must be annihilated.

"Go! Break through! Evacuate everyone!"

Professor Charles's voice boomed in the minds of every survivor like a thunderclap.

His powerful mental strength transformed into a mental storm, awakening everyone who was stunned in place.

The harsh reality was stark: the gap between them and Qin at this moment was simply too vast.

An out-of-control piano is a natural disaster that is neither resistable nor easy to resist.

"The zither —"

Cyclops Scott Summers stared at the unfamiliar figure suspended in mid-air, enveloped in golden-red energy, his eyes filled with pain and confusion.

He never imagined that such a powerful force slumbered within the woman he loved so deeply.

"Hurry, Scott!"

Storm Ororo Monroe suddenly grabbed his arm, a powerful gust of air swirling around her, kicking up dust.

She forcibly dragged Scott, who was unwilling to leave, backward.

Everyone witnessed the horrifying scene just now.

Those Sentinel robots that had fought them for so long were completely annihilated by Jean's power in an instant, leaving not even a wreckage.

What terrifying power this is!

"Old friend, it looks like we're going to die here this time."

Magneto, Erik Lansher, slumped on the messy ground, and said to Charles with a wry smile.

Having inhaled some of the suppressive agent for mutants, his abilities were extremely unstable at the moment, sometimes present and sometimes absent.

With his aging body and sluggish abilities, trying to break out of this area shrouded in destructive energy was nothing short of a pipe dream.

"We won't die."

Charles sat in his wheelchair, his gaze still calmly fixed on the figure on the horizon.

At this moment, Qin's face was contorted, her expression constantly shifting between painful struggle and cold indifference, and the surging phoenix power around her was like a boiling ocean.

"It was my fault—"

Looking at Qin's current state, Charles sighed deeply, his eyes filled with regret and pity.

His intentions were good; he wanted to protect the instrument.

However, he chose the wrong approach. His relentless suppression and isolation were like trying to wrap a raging fire in thin paper, ultimately leading to the bitter consequences we see today.

The rampage of the Phoenix Force demonstrated to the United States government, in the most brutal way, what it truly meant to destroy the world.

That power that annihilated all matter was completely beyond their comprehension.

In a temporary command center more than ten kilometers away, high-ranking military officials witnessed everything that was happening at Xavier's Manor through real-time images transmitted back by satellite, and were furious.

"Damn it! What on earth is going on?!"

"What are the intelligence agencies doing?! Why is it that the files on Jean Grey never mention her possessing this level of power?!"

A general slammed his fist on the table and roared.

This was completely different from the strength of the target they had assessed before the operation; they were like two completely different people.

In another room filled with sophisticated instrument screens, Bolivar Trask, the creator of the Sentinel robots, and the ambitious John Sublime were also working diligently to analyze battlefield data, trying to find a solution.

They originally thought that apart from Poppy, the Iceman who had not yet fully awakened at the Omega level, there were no other beings of the same level in Xavier Manor.

To my utter surprise, there was someone hiding here.

Moreover, judging from the level of power Jean Grey is displaying right now, she is undoubtedly a fully-fledged Omega-level mutant!

"We don't have any effective solutions in our database to counter Omega-level mutants!"

"What should we do now?"

Bolivar Trask's eyes were extremely solemn, and his voice was dry.

If Qin is allowed to continue her rampage, the entire East Coast, and even the whole of America, will be reduced to ruins.

They severely underestimated their opponent and were overconfident.

The hidden depths of Xavier Manor are far greater than they imagined.

Unlike him, John Noble's gaze was fixed on the figure enveloped in golden-red energy on the screen, his eyes flashing with undisguised obsession and greed.

If he could obtain this power—

But his remaining rationality told him that the harp before him was too powerful; the aura it displayed was probably difficult even for the Pope of the Vatican, whom he knew, to suppress.

On the edge of the manor, the X-Men were organizing the surviving students to desperately escape.

"What will happen to the professor and Magneto?"

As some students ran, they couldn't help but look back with concern at the most violently energetic area in the center of the manor.

"Don't worry, everything will be alright!"

"Jin—she wouldn't really hurt the professor!"

Another, older mutant tried to remain calm as he offered words of comfort, though his own voice trembled.

At this moment, it seems there's nothing they can do but hope for this.

"Qin! You can control it!"

"I believe you, I've always believed you."

Charles's voice remained gentle yet firm, transmitting directly into the depths of Qin's chaotic consciousness through telepathy.

He could clearly sense that the kind-hearted main personality within Qin's body was fiercely vying for control with the violent phoenix personality.

But this time, he did not use his powerful mental strength to forcibly suppress the darkness as he had done in the past.

He knew that would only make the problem worse.

Just then, the zither in the sky seemed to sense something, and she turned her gaze with difficulty to look into the distance.

The destructive golden-red energy storm roamed around the ruins of Xavier Manor at her will.

"Um?"

Charles was slightly taken aback; he felt as if the shackles on his mind had been broken.

"Professor—let's go!"

"No need—I—I'll go quickly—"

The piano music was intermittent, carrying immense pain, yet it resonated clearly in Charles's mind.

Despite her face contorted with pain, she held fast to her principles and refused to hurt the man who was like a mentor and father to her.

"Qin, don't give up, I'm always by your side."

Charles did not move and continued to try to comfort her with words.

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

His response was Qin's even more piercing roar.

The golden-red phoenix power surged once more like a burst dam, and an annihilating storm spread outwards from her center.

Even government troops located several kilometers away had to retreat again.

The oppressive and destructive aura emanating from that power made everyone's hearts tremble.

"This was truly a good show for me."

A voice, both unfamiliar and strangely familiar, suddenly rang in Charles's ears, clearly drowning out the roar of energy and the howling of the wind.

Charles's body stiffened abruptly, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

He knew that the worst had still happened.

The last card he had played in the manor, the one he was least willing to use, was finally awakened by the extreme chaos and crisis.

"Which one are you?"

Charles didn't turn around, but asked in a low voice.

Behind him, a young figure appeared out of nowhere.

He stood there quietly, and when the violent phoenix power swept towards him, it was as if he had hit an invisible wall, naturally diverting without harming him in the slightest.

It was his son, David Charles Haller, who possessed thousands of personalities and thousands of abilities.

Does it matter?

"The important thing is that I can help you solve your current predicament."

What appeared was David's most stable and powerful fifth personality. He calmly gazed at his nominal father, his eyes as still as a deep well.

"Why----"

"You are free."

Charles let out a long sigh, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders, or as if he had accepted some kind of fate.

Judging from the current situation, the simultaneous outbreak of Daqun and Qin may not be entirely a bad thing.

These two Omega-level forces, capable of destroying the world, are enough to make any power, including governments, hesitate to act against them.

"whispering sound."

"It's as if you're the one who freed me."

Personality Number Five chuckled, with a hint of disdain.

He was the first to split off from the multiple personalities of the masses, recognized by the subjective consciousness as the true self, and was born for the purpose of absolute self-protection.

Later on, the mutants who knew of his existence called Personality Five "the God of mutants"!

"I have only one condition."

"Safely evacuate all the surviving mutants from Xavier's Manor."

Charles turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on the large group, his tone serious and leaving no room for argument.

"Can."

Personality Number Five nodded decisively.

He didn't even make any obvious movements; he simply focused his mind and casually waved his right hand.

The next moment, the X-Men and students, still within the Xavier Manor area and desperately trying to escape the storm's reach, flickered one after another and then completely disappeared.

Even Charles and Magneto Erik, who was slumped on the ground, were sent away from this forbidden land.

The military personnel and John Chonggao, who were closely monitoring everything on the battlefield, were instantly dumbfounded.

"What happened?! Where are they?! Why has all the signal disappeared?!"

John Noble practically lunged at the monitor screen, his face ashen, roaring furiously.

"I'm afraid—we have once again underestimated the strength of Xavier Manor."

Bolivar Trask stared at the new energy marker on the energy detector, whose peak value was comparable to that of Jean Grey, and collapsed helplessly into his wheelchair, as if he had aged considerably in an instant.