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Locke gently touched the combat power detector and could clearly see that the White Queen's combat power was beginning to surge.

Combat strength: 200…250…300…

In the blink of an eye, it doubled, and finally settled at -480!

Locke smiled. This combat power should have surpassed Professor X's. Of course, this was just in normal condition. Who knew how strong Professor X was when he wore the helmet? Being able to instantly sense all living beings on Earth was something no top-tier expert could do.

As the surge of spiritual power gradually stabilized, the light in the White Queen's eyes slowly faded, and her slightly bewildered gaze began to regain its brilliance.

"Memory fusion complete..."

Before Locke could finish speaking, a figure leaped up and pounced into his arms, followed by a passionate, wet kiss. Locke's hands began to move, feeling the perfect curves of the delicate body in his arms.

It must be said that this delicate body is even more beautiful than the previous projection.

As the White Queen's movements became increasingly exaggerated and emotional, Locke grabbed her and held her down.

“Emma, ​​now is not the right time.”

"So what? No one can stop us!" The White Queen's gaze was fiery and passionate, utterly captivating.

Locke chuckled and shook his head: "No one will stop us, of course, but Emma, ​​if we delay for a few more hours, your old man will be going to meet his maker."

The White Queen was taken aback upon hearing this: "Old friend?"

He quickly came to his senses: "Could it be that there are former Hellfire members in this base?"

Locke smiled without saying a word.

"who is it?"

"Rapid currents? Or the Red Devil?"

Locke still didn't answer, but simply put his arm around the White Queen's slender waist, and the two of them vanished from the spot in an instant.

When they reappeared, they were near a research platform. The researchers around them were stunned when they saw the two suddenly appear. In that moment of stunned silence, they were completely frozen in place, and then engulfed in scarlet flames as if they had spontaneously combusted.

The White Queen ignored the researchers, her gaze fixed on the blood-red figure on the lab table.

"Red Devil, it's actually this guy."

The White Queen's expression was somewhat complicated: "I didn't expect this guy to be arrested as well, and by the same organization as me."

The White Queen transformed one of her hands into a diamond, destroying all the surrounding machinery. She then channeled her spiritual power into the Red Devil's brain, intending to awaken the Red Devil's consciousness.

During this process, Locke observed the Red Devil using the combat power detector.

Combat power: 78

Evaluation: Second-rate.

"This guy's combat power is higher than I expected."

In my memory, this guy only seems to have the ability to teleport, but his teleportation is for group movement. Obviously, to perform group movement, he must have a lot of energy in his body.

"If this guy learned a few close-combat techniques, he would be an excellent assassin."

As Locke pondered, the Red Devil slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness gradually returning: "The White Queen?"

The White Queen smiled slightly: "You're awake, Red Devil. Long time no see."

"White Queen, how come it was you who saved me? Weren't you missing?"

"I was indeed arrested before, but I'm free now, and all of this is because of my dear." The White Queen looked at Locke, her eyes filled with undisguised love.

The Red Devil gave Locke a strange look; as an immortal being, he wasn't unaware of that kind of gaze.

"By the way, Red Devil, what's wrong with you? Didn't you follow Magneto? Knowing his personality, he should have saved you."

The Red Devil fell silent immediately; clearly, there were some secrets involved that couldn't be spoken of openly.

Seeing the Red Devil's reluctance to answer, the White Queen smiled inexplicably.

"Red Devil, it seems that following Magneto is not a satisfactory choice for you."

"So, would you like to join us?"

"You?" Red Devil, being an immortal being, naturally understood what White Queen meant.

"Yes, it is us! We will rebuild Hellfire!"

"I am still the White Queen, and he will be our new Black King!"

The Red Devil did not respond, but silently stared at Locke.

Locke spoke up: "Do you think I'm inferior to Shaw?"

As a long-lived species, Red Devil was naturally not an idiot. He shook his head and said, "I didn't think that way. It's just that the times are different now than they were back then."

Although it wasn't said directly, there was still some doubt in his words, after all, Black King Xiao was indeed very strong back then!

Locke didn't mind: "In that case, you can see for yourself."

As soon as he finished speaking, Locke extended a finger and tapped the air lightly.

Instantly, surging chaotic power spread out, pouring wildly in all directions.

Under the horrified gaze of the Red Devil, the platform, the equipment, everything vanished, followed by the room, and then the area outside the room…

The crimson chaotic power, like a flood that has lost its valve, surged wildly and rushed towards every corner.

Minutes later, everything in the entire base was reduced to nothing!

Chapter Forty: Submission

The entire base has been completely wiped out, and all the soldiers and researchers in the base have been annihilated, except for the individuals who were used as experimental subjects.

This was like a miracle created by the gods, leaving the Red Devil speechless for a long time.

In terms of destructive power, even at his peak, Black King Xiao, who had absorbed nuclear energy, was not incapable of such a feat.

However, it's obvious to anyone who's stronger between this seemingly effortless and casual demeanor and the full power unleashed by Black King Xiao.

Not to mention, this creature can automatically distinguish friend from foe, kill all enemies without harming the children in the slightest. This ability is nothing short of a miracle!

So, after only a moment of silence, Red Devil slowly knelt on one knee, offering the highest respect. This ancient mutant offered his loyalty at this moment.

Seeing this, Locke's face showed satisfaction.

The Red Devil has an extraordinary origin; having lived for thousands of years, he can be considered one of the oldest mutants in the world!

Even if one's strength is somewhat insufficient after a thousand years, a thousand years of experience is enough to make up for it.

More importantly, Red Devil has undergone thousands of years of tempering, and his mental strength is far stronger than that of ordinary mutants. His combat power of 78 is not because he can only reach 78, but because mutants do not have a clear path to become stronger, and his abilities can only be developed to this extent.

Once he joins Hellfire and gains the art of meditation, his speed in practicing meditation will be far faster than that of others.

This guy has the potential to become a top-tier player.

The White Queen watched this scene with a smile: "Red Devil, we can work together again."

Red Devil looked up at White Queen: "White Queen, you seem to have changed quite a bit."

The White Queen nodded: "As expected of you. You've lived for over a thousand years. Although you don't have any mental abilities, the spirit you've honed over a thousand years makes you more sensitive than the average mutant."

"I am indeed much stronger now than before."

"Oh~" Red Devil's eyes lit up: "So how strong are you now?"

"How powerful?" the White Queen said calmly, "It's time to change the title of the world's number one mind master from Professor X."

Red Devil's eyes narrowed instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise, "You've surpassed Professor X!!"

Although many mutants dislike Professor X's personality, no mutant would question his power; he is a born king of mental abilities!

Who would have thought that the White Queen, who had always been suppressed by Professor X, would actually claim to have surpassed Professor X?

"How did you do that?" Red Devil asked excitedly. No one doesn't yearn to become stronger, especially mutants, who admire and pursue great power.

The White Queen did not respond, but instead glanced at Locke beside her with eyes full of infatuation.

Red Devil immediately understood the reason and looked at Locke excitedly: "Boss, can you also make me stronger?"

Locke nodded and said calmly, "Our New Hellfire does indeed have a clear method for mutants to become stronger. If they reach the extreme, they can rival the two extremes of mutants. And I am not stingy in sharing these with the members of Hellfire."

Red Devil became increasingly agitated. The longer a mutant like him had lived, the more he understood the natural barrier created by mutant abilities. If you're not good enough, you're not good enough. No matter how hard you try, it's useless. Even if you try for a thousand years, you can only kneel helplessly before those new mutants with heaven-defying abilities.

So, without any hesitation, the Red Devil knelt down on one knee again.

"Boss, please give the order. Your command will determine the direction of our future attacks!"

Having already been in awe of Locke's power, Red Devil's loyalty skyrocketed upon hearing that Locke could make mutants even stronger. While not quite deadly, it was practically unwavering.

Locke was pleased with Red Devil's attitude, then glanced to the side: "So, what about you two?"

The one Locke was glancing at was Death Woman, who had been silently following Locke's side, seemingly the most useful puppet. However, in reality, Locke had already released Death Woman from his control during the attack that destroyed the base.

What's the point of controlling a puppet? With Locke's strength, he can create creations that are no less than second-rate ones at any time. What he wants is the true loyalty of these guys.

After only a few seconds of silence, these death women, as silent as icebergs, also knelt on one knee: "Boss, Yuriko Koyama will be your sharpest blade!"

Yuriko Koyama, the woman who died, was betrayed by her own father, used as experimental material, and forcibly controlled. She didn't even have control over her own consciousness. Her life was a tragedy.

Now, facing a being who saved her, restored her consciousness, and was incomparably powerful, even capable of making her stronger, her submission was almost inevitable.

“I don’t like the name Yuriko Koyama,” Locke said casually. There was no other reason; he just didn’t like those people who were living a comfortable life.

"Then I'll be the Death Woman from now on!"

Locke nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the last spot, where there was hardly anyone; it looked as if Locke was looking at thin air.

"And what about you? You still won't give me a response?"

Only the White Queen, with her powerful mental strength, could perceive that there was a peculiar mental force there.

Silence, a long silence, until finally a sound rang out.

"I don't know, I'm confused."

Hearing this, Locke was not surprised. Even a tragic figure like the Death Woman was only betrayed by her father. This guy who just spoke was different; he was sent to the experimental table by his own father!

If tragedies could be ranked, this guy would definitely be at the maximum level.

"Then follow me for now, observe and think slowly."

"it is good!"

Locke was so magnanimous because this tragic child was different. Eisen Stryker, the illusion master and son of William Stryker, was a truly top-notch guy on earth!

Even if he only barely reached the first-class level, first-class is still first-class. This guy is enough to be called the third strongest mind master among mutants.

Most importantly, this third point is a nemesis of Professor X because his ability is a mind-mutant—the manipulation of the five senses!

Chapter 41 Hellfire Badge

Chapter 42 Wanda Awakens

A crimson world, where chaotic light both engulfs and creates everything; this is a world belonging to chaos.

In such a world, Wanda, who is not very old but has a hotter figure than an adult woman, sits curled up.

Wanda wasn't afraid; the reason she was curled up was simply because she saw something that made her uncomfortable. More precisely, it was those figures in the sky that were almost identical to herself, watching their development and their future destinies.

Without exception, every woman who looks exactly like herself is destined for tragedy, destined to experience the death of her brother, the death of her husband, and so on, until she finally goes completely insane.

Wanda is like watching a movie, watching a movie that makes her feel the same way.

Suddenly, strange ripples appeared not far from Wanda. Wanda didn't turn around, but a barely perceptible smile appeared on her face: "You've come~"

Locke revealed himself, walked forward, and sat down next to Wanda. The two seemed to be quite familiar with each other.

Indeed, this was the case. Since obtaining the power of chaos, although he did not directly awaken Wanda, Locke began to make contact with her, using his spare time to enter Wanda's mental space and communicate with her.

Wanda was only able to see this peculiar chaotic space because of Locke; in reality, the normal Wanda would not be able to see or perceive the location of this chaotic space.

"So, what are your thoughts after reading about the experiences of each of those Wandas?"

“Is that all true?”

"It depends on your own perception. If you believe it to be true, then it is true. If you don't want to believe it, then it's just a series of stories."

“That’s really not a wonderful story,” Wanda said in a complicated tone.