I Created a Sanctuary in Marvel

Chapter 151 The Power of the Nimrod Sentinels

At the same time, a special area was allocated to the Knights of Light within the Sanctuary.

Charles Xavier stood by his window, watching his teammates diligently practicing their qi and combat skills on the training field outside. His brow was slightly furrowed, and he seemed somewhat uneasy.

"Charles, what's wrong?"

Storm Ororo knocked on the door and came in, asking with concern.

She noticed that Charles had been in that position for a while.

Charles turned around, a hint of confusion and seriousness on his face: "Oloro, for some reason, I've been feeling uneasy lately."

"My mental energy seems to have detected many scattered, faint, yet fearful distress signals."

Since his crippled legs were healed by the Sanctuary and he began systematically cultivating his Qi, Charles's mental strength has not only fully recovered but has also made great progress, even beginning to show the rudiments of telekinesis.

Even Pope Ye Feng praised the purity and potential of his spiritual power, believing that he had the potential to resonate with the microcosm.

Upon hearing this, Ororo's expression turned serious: "Perhaps your feeling is not unfounded."

"A task has just been assigned, and its content may happen to be related to what you have perceived."

Charles's spirits lifted: "A mission?"

"Yes, Regiment Commander Xu Wenwu summoned our squad."

"Let's go, we'll see when we get there."

Oloro nodded.

Charles took a deep breath, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind.

He cherished his life in the Sanctuary. As a squad leader of the Knights of Light, he longed to fulfill his duty and protect those in need.

The two immediately set off for the mission briefing room.

Inside the mission room, Xu Wenwu was organizing relevant mission data.

Upon seeing Charles enter, he immediately handed him the documents he was holding.

"Here you are. Take a look at your mission this time."

Charles took the copy of the letter requesting assistance and the preliminary compiled information, and quickly browsed through it.

As he read on, his expression grew increasingly serious.

"So, those fragmented distress signals I sensed earlier weren't just hallucinations?"

"After the establishment of the Global Extraordinary Alliance in the Holy Land and the announcement of its global military expansion."

"There are still forces hunting down mutants?"

He looked up, his brows furrowed.

In the beautiful country, a secret laboratory is hidden deep underground.

The cold metal walls reflected the eerie blue light. Bolivar Trask's fingers flew across the holographic screen as he organized the data and categorized the capabilities of the Sentinel robots' recent missions.

The air was filled with a faint smell of engine oil and disinfectant, and the low hum of machinery could be faintly heard in the distance.

"marvelous!"

"This is absolutely fantastic!"

Bolivar suddenly stopped what he was doing, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He turned to John Sublime, who was standing beside him, and excitedly pointed to the constantly changing gene sequences and mechanical structure diagrams on the screen.

"Look at these data; such a wide variety of abilities can be perfectly integrated into the Sentinel's body structure."

"This is no longer just a perfect biological weapon."

Bolivar Trask's breathing became rapid.

"If we could load our self-awareness..."

His eyes gradually became frenzied, and he even began to imagine himself as the subject of his consciousness, controlling that powerful body.

That was a true infusion of the soul, a perfect combination of consciousness and power.

Without a doubt, that is the true direction of human evolution!

"Looks like you and I are thinking the same thing."

John Noble approached with a smile, his gaze also fixed on the constantly rotating 3D model of the Nimrod Sentinel on the screen.

The Nimrod Sentinels are a masterpiece created by the two of them together. This perfect creation, which is half biological and half mechanical, has the ability to evolve on its own.

During this time, by hunting mutants, the Nimrod Sentinels have acquired many new abilities, and some combinations of these abilities have even produced unexpected chemical reactions, with power far exceeding their initial estimates.

This kind of sentinel with the ability to evolve on its own is simply the pinnacle of human engineering!

"How are the plans coming along?"

Bolivar Trask turned to John, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

"It's going very smoothly."

John operated the console and pulled up a surveillance video.

"The survivors we deliberately spared have finally come in handy. They requested aid from the Sanctuary a day ago."

He paused, a smug smile playing on his lips: "The establishment of the Knights of Light is simply a godsend!"

If the Saints themselves were to take action, they might worry that the current Nimrod Sentinels were not powerful enough.

But the Knights of Light, composed of mutants and reserves?

They believe the Sentinel robots are fully capable of handling the situation.

If they could obtain the ability data of the mutants in the Sanctuary, the Nimrod Sentinels would experience a qualitative leap.

Thinking of the two Omega-level mutants they had once fought, a shadow of gloom flashed across their eyes simultaneously.

That surging power still leaves them with lingering fear.

"The Nimrod Sentinels can continue to evolve!"

Bolivar clenched his fist.

"As long as the Nimrod Sentinels can master the abilities of Omega-level mutants, we will be gods of the new world!"

His voice echoed in the laboratory, carrying an almost frantic certainty.

"Looks like we need to prepare to upload our awareness."

John Noble nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with the same ambition.

"We can start planning now."

"We are determined to take those mutants," Bolívar said in a deep voice.

Meanwhile, in a distant sanctuary.

"Are you ready?"

Charles looked at the members of his squad.

There were seven of them, including him, all of whom were former members of the X-Men.

They worked together seamlessly and had successfully prevented numerous extraordinary events.

After joining the Holy Domain, their abilities were significantly enhanced through the cultivation of Qi.

"Preparations are almost complete, and we can depart at any time."

Storm Ororo replied, her body surrounded by faint air currents, an outward manifestation of her combined weather control abilities and the flow of air.

Charles looked down and examined the documents in his hands again.

The mutant group that requested help was located in a small country in Eastern Europe, and with the help of the Sanctuary's spatial facilities, it wouldn't take them long to get there.

"Let's set off then and see what's going on."

Charles finally gave the order.

Through the spatial portal established by the Global Alliance of Extraordinary Ones, it took less than ten minutes to travel from the Sanctuary to the destination.

This is also thanks to the establishment of the Global Alliance of Extraordinary Ones.

All nations that join the alliance are permitted to establish spatial gates within their territories.

The leaders of various countries all understood what this meant: once the spatial gate was established, it was equivalent to their countries falling under the control of the Holy Domain to a certain extent.

But faced with the growing extraordinary threat, they had no better choice.

With the exception of a few countries that explicitly refused to join the Global Alliance of Extraordinary Ones, almost all other nations opened their doors to the Holy Land.

"Everyone, be careful."

"My mental energy is warning me; this incident is no simple matter!"

As soon as Charles stepped out of the portal, a solemn expression appeared on his face.

Although he has not yet been able to resonate with the cosmos, through the practice of ki, his spiritual power has already acquired some of the abilities of the sixth sense, such as the warning function.

The moment he stepped out of the spatial gate, his mental energy began frantically issuing warnings.

This made him realize immediately that this mission might be far more dangerous than he had anticipated, and might even be a conspiracy specifically targeting them!

If the opponent really does "know" the intelligence!

Storm Ororo and Cyclops Scott nodded in response, and the rest of the team members also indicated that they understood.

As experienced soldiers, they knew that Charles's intuition was rarely wrong.

The group of seven traversed the desolate streets and arrived at the location of the mutant organization mentioned in the intelligence report: a dilapidated apartment building.

The walls were peeling, the windows were broken, and the whole building exuded an air of decay.

"The information indicates this is the location."

Scott checked the intelligence report and cautiously looked around.

The streets were deserted, the silence almost unnatural.

Charles nodded slightly and stepped forward to knock on the weathered wooden door.

"Knock knock..."

A rustling sound came from inside the door, and then the door was pulled open a crack, revealing a pair of wary eyes peering through the gap at the uninvited guest outside.

The person who opened the door was surprised.

Normally, he would never open the door under these circumstances.

He was unaware that this was the result of Charles's silent, subtle psychological manipulation.

"We are the Knights of Light from the Holy Land, responding to your plea for help. Could you tell us what happened?"

Charles wore a warm smile, and his voice carried a reassuring power that made the other person unconsciously lower their guard.

"People from the Sanctuary? Great! You've finally arrived!"

Upon learning the identities of Charles and the others, the mutant who opened the door became excited and quickly opened it again.

As he shouted, more mutants came out of the house.

The small living room quickly filled with people; a rough estimate puts it at nearly thirty mutants.

"There are so many mutants?"

Scott murmured in surprise. This number even surpassed that of the Brotherhood of Mutants at its peak.

Charles's gaze, however, lingered on a little girl in the corner.

She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, with unusually dark green hair, and sat there quietly, out of place with the tense and uneasy atmosphere around her.

Charles felt her scent was somewhat familiar, but couldn't immediately recall where he had encountered her before.

"Don't worry, everyone, if you want to go to the Sanctuary, we can also provide assistance."

"If you don't want to, we can help you resolve this crisis."

Charles spoke slowly, while secretly extending his mental perception, trying to catch any possible threat signals.

As he spoke, that ominous premonition returned, even clearer than before.

Something is approaching, something powerful and dangerous.