Chapter 550 Mutants Have Arrived
This energy was domineering, pure, and terrifying. Even though her Master was heavily injured, exhausted, and on the verge of perishing, it still instinctively protected her body, fending off fatal attacks from the outside.
At the same time, an intangible and formless massive telekinetic power spread out like a tide, enveloping the entire dilapidated block.
Sensing this mysterious power, Loren immediately recognized the identity of this woman; she was actually the Mutant, Jean Grey.
This powerful ability was the Phoenix Force, which was no less than Wanda's Chaos Magic. The Phoenix Force was one of the three ancient divine powers; it was vast and majestic, controlling all things.
However, at this moment, both the Phoenix Force and her telekinesis were incomparably chaotic, weak, and on the verge of exhaustion. Their halos flickered and fluctuated unpredictably, threatening to completely collapse at any moment.
Around her, a full six giant robots with silver bodies, stern lines, and bulky frames were slowly closing in.
These robots had sharp designs and a strong sense of technology. Their bodies were forged from special alloys, making them indestructible and radiating a cold metallic sheen.
Their eyes flickered with scarlet murderous red light, and sophisticated technological patterns flowed across their bodies. Every inch of their machinery exuded an ultimate technological sense of oppression and a destructive aura.
According to Loren's guess, these robots should be the ultimate sentinels from the Marvel parallel Universe.
Unlike ordinary standard robots, these Sentinels were ultimate killing weapons specifically developed targeting Mutants.
They possessed top-tier adaptive transformation capabilities and ability simulation mechanisms across the heavens.
They could instantly rewrite their own structure and transform their body shapes based on the opponent's abilities, physique, and moves.
Then they would simulate the corresponding counteracting superpowers, perfectly adapting to all combat scenarios and targetedly crushing all Mutant abilities.
Countless powerful and talented Mutants in the past had died miserably under the adaptive hunting of these Sentinels; no one could contend with them, and no one could escape.
At this moment, the six ultimate sentinels had completed the battlefield encirclement, completely sealing off all of Jean Grey's retreats.
The cold mechanical operating sounds rang out continuously. The hum of gears meshing and energy operating intertwined, filling the entire dilapidated block and bringing a suffocating sense of death and oppression.
The Sentinel that approached first suddenly trembled and deformed in its body.
Its originally hard metal body instantly melted and reorganized, its form changing as the hard alloy turned into an extremely cold ice material.
Bitting cold air lingered around its body, instantly condensing the air and filling it with white mist.
This was precisely the ice form aimed at thermal and energy-type Mutants, perfectly countering the high-heat Fire attributes of the Phoenix Force.
The second Sentinel followed closely behind, its body transforming into a thick and hard rock-metal hybrid form.
Its defense skyrocketed and its strength surged, its fists condensing a heavy gravitational field, and every step it took shook the ground to shatter and collapse.
This was specifically targeted at Mutants with tough physical bodies who excelled in close-quarters combat.
The remaining four Sentinels continuously transformed their forms and charged alternately, switching in turn between Fire, lightning, gravity, and blade forms.
They comprehensively blockaded, suppressed, and hunted, giving the opponent no chance to breathe or fight back.
They had no independent consciousness, only a single instruction carved into their core programming.
That was to hunt Mutants, obliterate the target, and never stop until death.
Facing the six ultimate sentinels undergoing alternate transformations and comprehensive suppression, the heavily injured and weak Jean Grey was already exhausted and unable to sustain herself.
But she did not retreat or fear in the slightest.
Even though her body was on the verge of collapse, her power was nearly exhausted, and she was in a desperate dead end.
Her eyes still flickered with a resilient and unyielding light. The stubbornness and protective obsession in her bones supported her in desperately holding onto her last shred of strength.
The next instant, the ice Sentinel closest to her suddenly burst forth, carrying bitingly cold air and a fatal impact, punching fiercely toward Jean Grey's head.
Its moves were ruthless and left no room, seeking only a fatal kill in one strike.
At a critical juncture, the near-exhausted Jean Greysuddenly raised her eyes.
The intangible, formless, and vast spiritual telekinesis erupted with a bang, and the formless mental wave transformed into substantial immense force, precisely enveloping this ice Sentinel.
The ultimate telekinesis forcibly imprisoned all the Sentinel's movements, freezing its mechanical operation, blocking its energy flow, and suppressing its transformation ability.
"Shatter!"
Jean Grey's lips parted slightly, her voice hoarse and weak, yet carrying an unquestionable spiritual will.
Crack—!
A crisp and harsh cracking sound suddenly exploded.
Under the forcible crushing of her top-tier telekinesis, the Sentinel's metal body, which feared no conventional attacks, instantly covered itself in dense cracks like fragile glass.
Immediately following that, the entire several-meter-tall giant Sentinel exploded with a roar.
Countless metal fragments and mechanical parts scattered and splashed everywhere, and the core energy furnace collapsed and exploded on the spot, turning into fine debris all over the sky, completely scrapped and perished.
With a single move, one Ultimate Sentinel was completely destroyed.
But this ultimate burst of a strike also completely drained all of Jean Grey's remaining strength.
Puff—
A mouthful of warm blood suddenly gushed out from the corner of her mouth, staining a large area of the battle suit on her chest red.
Her figure shook violently, and she could no longer steady her center of gravity, staggering back several steps.
Her back pressed heavily against the dilapidated wall, severe pain and a sense of exhaustion sweeping across her body, her vision turning black in waves, and all her strength drained away completely.
The originally flickering Phoenix halo instantly dimmed by more than half, almost completely dissipating.
The vast tide of telekinesis suddenly receded and became listless, no longer able to form effective defense and attack.
Killing one Sentinel came at the cost of her completely overdrawing her origin and being on the verge of perishing.
The remaining five ultimate sentinels witnessed their companion's destruction without the slightest stagnation or hesitation.
The murderous intent in their scarlet mechanical eyes surged, and they simultaneously activated the hunting program.
Their bodies transformed synchronously and their power erupted, charging towards Jean Grey together from all directions.
The rock Sentinel crushed over carrying ten thousand jun of gravity, its iron fist piercing the air and shattering the ground;
The Fire Sentinel ignited raging flames, scorching the air and blocking space;
The lightning Sentinel burst forth with violent electric light, interweaving threads of lightning all over the sky into a net;
The blade Sentinel's body transformed into countless sharp metal blades, flying and spinning all over the sky, cutting through everything;
The gravity Sentinel distorted space and suppressed her figure, locking down all dodging space.
The five-fold fatal onslaught stacked layer upon layer, seamlessly connecting, completely blocking off all vitality for Jean Grey.
Heavily injured, exhausted, with her origin depleted and all power lost, she no longer had any power to resist or opportunity to dodge.
The shadow of death completely enveloped her body, and the desperate situation was a foregone conclusion—no one could break it, and no one could block it.
The group of manor beauties watching from afar, through the shared vision of Loren, saw this suffocating and dangerous scene clearly, their hearts tightening collectively and their expressions solemn.
"Adaptive Sentinel robots, specially hunting Mutants."
Wanda spoke in a low voice, her eyes carrying deep dread and familiar pain.
She knew best the terror of this targeted hunting weapon, and understood best the despair of Mutants being wantonly slaughtered.
"This kind of robot can infinitely adapt to the opponent's abilities, getting stronger the more they fight. Ordinary Mutants simply have no power to fight back."
"That woman has already run out of oil and dried up; she can't hold on against this last wave of encirclement."
2B's cold voice slowly sounded, a stern and murderous edge already welling up in the depths of her eyes.
And at this very moment of life and death, just as the fatal kill was about to arrive, the space high above the dilapidated New York battlefield suddenly trembled slightly.
Chapter 551 Sentinels, nothing much!
Chapter 551
There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no violent and incomparable energy fluctuations, only a warm and gentle glimmer of space and time quietly spreading out, steadily enveloping the entire crumbling battlefield.
The next instant, two tall and upright figures teleported out of thin air, stepping down through the air, and landed steadily in front of Jean Grey, blocking all fatal onslaughts from the five ultimate sentinels for her.
Loren, with his upright figure and gentle demeanor, stood at the front and center. Around him, there was neither sharpness nor ripples, yet he naturally carried a supreme sense of oppression that surpassed the heavens. A simple silhouette of his back was enough to withstand thousands of killings and suppress the turmoil of heaven and earth.
By his side, 2B stood quietly, her pure white silver hair gently brushing in the wind, her black ascetic-style combat dress neatly fitting her body, and her snow-white blindfold concealing her eyes, but it could not conceal her entire body's biting and murderous battlefield aura.
Energy slowly circulated around her body, and her weapon mimesis was complete. A pure white longsword gleamed with an icy cold light, firmly grasped in her palm, her posture straight, her fighting spirit stern, and her killing decisive.
The sudden arrival of the two instantly broke the certain-death desperate situation.
Jean Grey, on the verge of fainting, abruptly raised her gaze. Her pale and weak face was full of astonishment and shock, her weak eyes staring closely at the two suddenly appearing figures before her, and an extreme sense of surprise and bewilderment instantly surged deep in her heart.
She had never seen these two people, nor had she ever perceived such a dimension-transcending aura, but that warm, steady aura that suppressed everything instantly gave her a trace of steady comfort to her crumbling mind.
The five violently charging ultimate sentinels, sensing the intrusion of stranger powerhouses, instantly shifted their hunting targets. Their crimson eyes locked onto Loren and 2B fixedly, their mechanical bodies vibrating and transforming once more, gathering all combat power to frantically bombard the two.
Facing the Sentinel onslaught coming with all-encompassing fatal strikes, Loren's expression was indifferent, and his tone was calm without ripples as he simply uttered a command.
"2B, clean them up."
"Understood."
2B replied softly, her voice cold and crisp, without a shred of excess emotion, possessing only absolute obedience and the confidence to crush everything.
The moment her voice fell, her figure suddenly moved.
There were no fancy openings or buildup of strength; an extremely condensed and ultimate footwork erupted instantly. Her figure turned into a black and white stream of light, instantly charging into the encirclement and onslaught of the five Sentinels.
The pure white longsword slashed across the sky, bringing out a biting, freezing sword light. The sword stance was smooth and flowing, decisive in killing, combining elegance with violence, precise and neat, with every move fatal.
At the very first moment, 2B accurately predicted the Sentinels' transformation trajectories and attack patterns.
Facing the extreme cold blockade of the ice Sentinel, her longsword slashed through the air. The biting sword Qi instantly tore through layers of cold air, shattering the freezing power, and directly pierced through the Sentinel's core machine heart. The hard metal body cracked in response and exploded with a boom.
Facing the scorching flames of the fire Sentinel, she didn't take it seriously at all. After all, her body had fused with the Eternal Flame. Her footwork was erratic as her longsword precisely picked and shattered the energy core, causing the violent flames to instantly backfire onto the mechanical body, burning the Sentinel to ashes.
The heavy, crushing punch of the rock Sentinel came pressing down. 2B did not dodge or evade; her wrist flipped, sword light surged, and with a single sword strike, she smashed apart the heavy rock metal armor, forcibly tearing apart the mechanical structure and destroying the combat core.
The lightning Sentinel's all-encompassing thunder net blocked the space. She borrowed force to soar into the air, sword flowers flowing, and her sword Qi severed the lightning veins and defeated the energy hub, causing the violent electric light to instantly dissipate and fail.
These ultimate sentinels, which were enough to crush Mutants across the heavens and self-adapt to all superpower attacks, had no power to fight back and no chance to adapt in front of 2B.
The Sentinels' invincible self-adaptive transformation, superpower restraint, and form switching, which they relied on, completely lost all effect in front of 2B's ultimate, pure strength that ignored all defenses.
No matter whether they turned into ice, fire, rock, lightning, or blade forms, and no matter how they rewrote their mechanical structures or simulated restraining abilities, they could not escape being crushed by a single sword breaking all laws.
2B's combat was elegant yet fierce, composed yet tyrannical.
Her figure shuttled through the all-encompassing mechanical onslaught. Her white clothes were untainted by dust, her form not disordered by a fraction, and between the flashes of sword light, a Sentinel was bound to collapse and be destroyed with a boom.
The roaring sound of metal bursting, the crisp sound of machinery shattering, and the humming sound of energy dissipating came one after another, echoing through the entire ruined district.
In just a few dozen seconds.
The remaining five ultimate sentinels that rampaged through the future Universe and slaughtered countless Mutant were all neatly slain and completely destroyed by 2B.
All over the sky, metal fragments and mechanical residue drifted and fell in all directions. All violent energy completely dissipated, and all hunting onslaughts were completely cleared to zero.
The originally suffocating and perilous battlefield instantly returned to peace, leaving only a mess on the ground and the remaining warmth of energy.
Loren, who had stood quietly throughout the entire process and never made a move, had a faint trace of approval flash across the depths of his eyes.
Having resolved all threats, 2B returned her sword to its scabbard with neat and elegant movements. The biting murderous aura around her body instantly converged, restoring her usual cold yet gentle appearance.
Her pure white hair brushed gently in the wind, her white clothes as pristine as snow and unstained by blood and dust, she turned and quietly returned to Loren's side, her posture dociley calm.
At this moment, Jean Grey was still leaning against the broken wall, her whole body drained of strength and her breath weak, yet she stared dazedly at the two people in front of her, her eyes filled with extreme shock and disbelief.
The ultimate sentinels from the future Universe that were unsolvable and invincible, the ultimate killing weapons sufficient to annihilate the entire X-Men and slaughter all Mutant, were actually crushed and instantly cleared out by a stranger woman with a mere flick of her hand, effortless and without the slightest pressure the entire time.
This level of combat power had long surpassed all Mutantand all superhuman beings in her cognition, and even surpassed combat power at the level of gods.
After the extreme shock, endless fatigue and weakness instantly swept over her whole body. Her tense mind completely relaxed, her vision went black, her figure swayed slightly, and she almost fainted and fell to the ground directly.
Loren raised his hand and waved lightly, and a wisp of warm and gentle space-time glimmer instantly enveloped Jean Grey's body, steadily supporting her crumbling figure, gently smoothing out the chaotic and scattered energy within her body, and temporarily stabilizing her flesh and origin which were on the verge of collapse.
As the gentle power surged into her body, the extreme pain and sense of exhaustion were instantly relieved by more than half, and her consciousness, which was on the verge of extinguishing, slowly regained clarity.
Jean Grey raised her eyes, looking at Loren who had a transcendent temperament and was gentle yet powerful. Her voice was hoarse and weak, carrying heavy fatigue and bewilderment: "Who... who are you people?"
Loren's tone was peaceful and gentle, without a shred of sharp oppression, as he responded softly: "Do not be afraid. We harbor no malice; we just happened to perceive space-time anomalies and made a move to save your life."
As his voice fell, he spoke no more and raised his hand to tear open a gentle space-time channel, steadily enveloping Jean Grey, himself, and 2B the three of them.
"Come back with me to recuperate first; it is not safe here."
Without waiting for Jean Grey to ask more questions, the gentle space-time power wrapped around the three of them, their figures instantly turned ethereal, and they completely disappeared on the spot, leaving not a trace behind.
The remaining space-time fissures in downtown New York City were also quietly repaired and mended by invisible space-time principles the moment Loren left, and the turbulent city void gradually returned to peace.
Crossing endless spatial distances in an instant, when the three reappeared, they had already steadily landed back in the scenic and peaceful manor courtyard.
The warm and gentle sunlight, the fresh and rich floral fragrance, the clear and gentle evening breeze, and the vibrant flowers and trees instantly enveloped their bodies.
The peaceful, gentle, and lively earthly paradise before her formed an extremely vivid and shocking contrast with the dilapidated, hopeless future doomsday engulfed by the flames of war that she had just escaped from.
Jean Grey, who had just struggled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood and a desperate death zone, looked at this peaceful and serene pure land of the mortal world without any disputes before her, and completely lost her wits for a moment. She stood dazedly in place, her eyes filled with trance and bewilderment, barely able to tell reality from illusion.
Chapter 552: Want to Reverse the Future?
Inside the manor, twenty-four peerless beauties stood quietly, their gazes gentle and peaceful as they looked at the scarred yet exquisitely temperamented stranger. There was no prying, no guard, no hostility, only pure goodwill and heartache.
Loren raised his hand to condense a wisp of warm origin of life, slowly channeling it into Jean Grey's body. It precisely repaired her damaged physical body, nourished her depleted origin, and calmed the chaotic Phoenix Force, helping her stabilize her injuries and relieve the pain.
The gentle and healing power flowed through her limbs and bones. The tearing pain and depleted weakness rapidly receded, her chaotic mental telekinesis gradually calmed down, and the dim Phoenix Force slowly revived, with her physical state improving visibly to the naked eye.
Once Jean Grey's breath completely steadied and her consciousness fully awoke, Loren spoke softly, asking with patience: "Now, can you tell us about your origins, and what on earth those robots hunting you down are?"
Jean Grey slowly raised her eyes, looking at the gentle and tolerant Loren before her, and then at the surrounding group of outstandingly tempered, gentle, and kind women. Her tightly wound mind completely relaxed, and the despair, fatigue, helplessness, and grief accumulated over days surged into her heart.
She nodded gently, took a deep breath to calm her emotions, and slowly began to speak, recounting her origins and the desperate catastrophe that spanned across parallel Universes.
"My name is Jean Grey. I come from another parallel Universe and am a member of the X-Men."
Her voice still carried weakness and hoarseness, yet it was incomparably clear and heavy, with every single word carrying endless grief and despair.
"In our World, the conflict between humans and Mutants has never stopped; suspicion, hostility, and confrontation have spanned a century."
"Humans fear Mutants' superpowers, dread our innate talents, and fear our power that surpasses ordinary people, always treating us as threats and outcasts."
"To completely clear out all Mutants and end their existence, top human scientists developed the Sentinelrobot program."
"The initial Sentinels were merely ordinary standard hunting weapons, but later, humans captured Mystique, extracted her transformation genes, and thoroughly modified and upgraded the Sentinel system."
"The modified ultimate sentinels possessed terrifying abilities of infinite self-adaptive transformation, superpower simulation, and targeted suppression."
"They could instantly rewrite their own forms according to any Mutant's abilities, attributes, and moves, switching to suppressing attributes to perfectly crush all Mutantabilities without exception, short board, or natural enemy."
Speaking of this, Jean Grey's eyes welled up with thick grief and powerlessness, her fingertips trembled slightly, and her voice choked up several times.
"From the moment the Sentinels were put into mass production and fully launched their hunt, our Worldcompletely turned into a purgatory."
"Countless Mutants were ruthlessly hunted and slaughtered to extinction. In the streets and alleys, city ruins, and academy Bases, Mutant corpses could be seen everywhere."
"The X-Men, who once guarded the World and guarded humanity, retreated step by step and suffered heavy casualties. Comrades died in battle one by one, friends and family left one by one, and the Mutant population suffered countless casualties and was on the verge of extinction."
"Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters completely fell, and Professor was exhausted and unable to turn the tide. Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine, Magneto, all the comrades who fought side by side, fell entirely under the hunting of the Sentinels."
"The once-prosperous cities all collapsed, civilization shattered, and order perished. The entire World was left with only the flames of war, slaughter, and despair."
"We tried to resist, tried to break out, and tried to hide, but the Sentinels were endless, growing stronger the more they fought, and self-adapting to all abilities. No matter how we fought or how we sacrificed, we could not stop the destiny of extinction. The destruction of Mutants was a foregone conclusion."
In the dead courtyard, only her low and sorrowful voice slowly flowed. The group of beauties listened quietly, their eyes welling up with heartache and emotional resonance.
Everyone could hear the bloody purgatory of that Worldfrom her words, hearing the tragic wails of countless living beings falling.
Jean Grey took a deep breath, suppressing the grief surging in her heart, and continued to recount that desperate countercurrent of time and space.
"I possess top-tier mental telekinesis, and the top-tier Phoenix Force resides within my body. I am one of the few Mutants in our World capable of prying open time and space and reversing causality. Watching my race be destroyed, my comrades die miserably, and the Worldcollapse, I could no longer sit idly by."
"To end this catastrophe, save all Mutants, and reverse the extinct future, I made my final decision. I intended to exhaust all my Phoenix Force and psychokinetic power to forcibly tear through time and space, flow back against time, and travel back to the past decades ago."
"My goal was very simple: find the founder of the Sentinelprogram, Trask, and completely end everything before he developed the Sentinel robots and started this catastrophe, pinching out the source of all tragedies."
"As long as the original designer was killed, the future Sentinel catastrophe would completely disappear, and all comrades who died in battle, all perished Mutants, and all shattered Worlds could be redeemed."
This was her only hope in desperate straits, the final redemption opportunity for the entire Mutant race, and her desperate gamble risking her life and exhausting her origin.
For this slim hope, she exhausted half her life's cultivation, overdrawed her Phoenix origin, and burned her own vitality, forcibly prying open the long river of time and space and forcefully activating the time countercurrent.
"Yet I failed."
Jean Grey's eyes welled up with thick bewilderment and helplessness, her tone full of powerlessness and confusion.
"I exhausted all my power to flow against time, and should have landed in the past decades ago. But I do not know if it was due to space-time disorder, causal backlash, or the interference of parallel Universe barriers, my time-space travel completely deviated from its trajectory."
"I did not reach the established past timeline, but instead was engulfed by space-time turbulence, forcibly tearing out of my original Universe and falling into this completely unfamiliar parallel World."
"The Sentinels hunting me were the final batch of hunting forces that locked onto me when I initiated time-space travel. They followed me through space-time rifts and across parallel Universes, hunting me all the way here relentlessly."
Having finished telling all of her past, Jean Grey let out a long sigh, her eyes full of fatigue and bewilderment.
Redemption that exhausted everything and risked one's life ultimately exchanged for an exile of displaced space and time.
Her hometown had become a purgatory, her race was on the verge of extinction, and her comrades had all fallen. Meanwhile, she drifted alone in an unfamiliar Universewith a hazy path ahead, her way back cut off, and even the opportunities for revenge and redemption completely falling through.
The large courtyard fell silent for a moment.
The group of beauties looked at Jean Grey before them—scarred, having experienced despair, and wandering alone—and deep heartache and pity welled up in all of their hearts.
Each of them had weathered Storms, endured hardships, and seen darkness, yet they had never seen such an ultimate, desperate, powerless, and tragic doomsday catastrophe.
Loren quietly listened through the entire beginning and end. His eyes were warm and peaceful, his tone gentle and firm, and he spoke softly to comfort her: "There is no need to be bewildered, nor to despair. Since you have fallen here, it is both an opportunity and a rebirth."
"The Sentinels hunting you have all been destroyed, and this Universe is safe and secure. My manor isolates the heavens and is absolutely safe; no one can disturb or harm you."
"Take good care of your body and mind here to recover your strength, and it won't be too late to go back and save your comrades then!"
The gentle and firm words, like warm sunlight breaking ice or an evening breeze brushing away dust, instantly smoothed away all the despair and bewilderment in Jean Grey's heart.
Having experienced endless slaughter, endless escape, and endless despair, for the first time, she felt such pure, stable, and unreserved gentleness and shelter.
The unfamiliar World and unfamiliar crowd before her had become her only redemption and only destination amidst her surviving the desperate straits.
"Thank you!" Jean looked at Loren with full gratitude.
Chapter 553: I Should Go Back!
In Loren's independent space-time manor, the flow of time was gentle and lingering, undisturbed by the turmoil of the heavens, free from life-and-death crises, and every morning and dusk was filled with clear breezes, blooming flowers, and peaceful mortal warmth.
Ever since Jean Grey was rescued by Loren and 2B from the desperate situation in the New York space-time rift, she had been recuperating peacefully there for a full seven days.
These seven days were the first time Jean truly lowered all her guard and broke free from all despair to rest, after falling into the doomsday purgatory and enduring years of endless hunting and fleeing.
Day after day, the manor's unique origin spiritual energy and space-time warmth nourished her battered physical body, depleted origin, and chaotic Phoenix Force, completely smoothing away all her wounds and mental exhaustion.
The tissue wounds previously severely injured by the ultimate sentinels were completely healed, her bones and meridians were restored as before, and the near-extinguished Phoenix Fire slowly flowed within her body once again, warm, pure, majestic, and vast.
That ultimate energy, belonging to the pinnacle of the heavens, recovered its prime foundation bit by bit.
Her exhausted top-tier telekinetic power also slowly settled, reordered, and recovered in this uncontested pure land, no longer restless, chaotic, or on the verge of collapse.
Stripping away the blood and disarray all over her body, and casting off the fatigue and pallor of the near-death desperate situation, Jean Grey's originally stunning facial features were completely restored.
Her brows and eyes were clear and dimensional, her skin was warm and translucent, and her posture was straight and slender.
Her entire body was surrounded by the orange-gold shimmer unique to the Phoenix Force, giving her a transcendent aura imbued with ultimate gentleness and resilience.
After seven days of recuperation, she had completely restored her peak combat power. Her physical body, superpower, spirit, and origin had no flaws, returning her to the peak state of the strongest Mutant of the X-Men.
The manor's daily life remained as gentle as ever, and the twenty peerlessly graceful beauties always treated her gently, without a shred of alienation or guard.
Everyone knew that this woman bore the fate of the entire Mutant race.
Although she looked calm and relaxed, a heavy mountain was always pressing down in the depths of her heart.
She had never truly let go of her Universe, never let go of the destroyed X-Men, her tragically killed companions, and the near-extinct Mutant race.
And she had never let go of that Sentinel catastrophe that swept across the World and slaughtered all living beings.
The gentle and stable daily life of the manor healed her injuries, but it never erased her inner obsession and heart of redemption.
As the seven days of recuperation came to an end, Jean Grey fully recovered, and the determination that had long lain dormant in her heart...
Finally broke through the soil completely, steadfast and unshakable once more.
Morning light broke, and the new day's manor was as gentle as ever.
Jean stood alone on the courtyard terrace, gazing at the clear sky full of light and the blooming flowers all over the garden, exhaling a breath of turbid air deeply.
The last trace of confusion faded from the depths of her eyes, leaving only an incomparably firm and clear light.
She could not linger in this pure land forever, nor could she seek temporary peace here alone.
Her World was still in purgatory, and her people were still wailing.
Countless innocent Mutants were still struggling to survive and being brutally slaughtered under the iron hooves of the Sentinels.
As long as the catastrophe had not stopped and the tragedy had not ended, her path of redemption would never stop.
Even if her last space-time travel misaligned and she fell, nearing her demise, and even if the road ahead was unknown and full of crises, she still had to gamble one more time.
With her mind made up, Jean turned around and walked straight towards the center of the courtyard, towards Loren.
At that time, Loren was standing quietly among the flower paths, watching the group of beauties play and tidy up the courtyard in the morning, his whole body relaxed and warm, his eyes filled with the peace of the years.
Sensing the steady and firm footsteps behind him, he slowly turned his head back, his gaze falling upon Jean, seeing right through the unshakable determination deep within her heart at a glance.
Jean Grey stood still in front of him, with a straight posture and clear eyes, speaking in a solemn and earnest tone without a shred of hesitation or retreat.
"Loren, my injuries have completely healed. Thank you for taking me in and healing me over the past seven days."
"But my World is still suffering, and Mutants and humans are still perishing in endless slaughter. I can no longer continue to stay here.
I need to return to my World once again and restart space-time travel.
This time, I must accurately reach the past, completely end the Sentinel catastrophe, and rewrite the future of all tragedies."
Her voice was calm yet heavy, hiding the weight of bearing all living beings, as well as a resolute determination to burn her boats.
Loren looked at her quietly, his eyes warm and peaceful, having long understood all cause and effect and future variables.
He understood Jean's obsession and her compassion, and even more so, he knew the endless risks hidden behind this space-time redemption.
The chronological order of the heavens was interlinked, and every parallel Universe had an independent timeline.
Every artificial space-time countercurrent and causal tampering would pry into chronological fluctuations, breeding unknown variables and backlash.
Forcibly reversing established tragedies might not yield perfection, and instead could easily trigger even more terrifying space-time collapses and catastrophic mutations.
But he did not dissuade her, question her, or ask for the reasons.
Everyone had their own destiny that they must rush towards, and everyone had their own redemption that they must complete.
Jean Grey cared for all living beings and rushed into danger with her own body; this pure goodwill and persistence deserved to be respected and fulfilled.
Loren simply nodded slightly, his tone gentle, resolute, and calmly consenting: "Alright."
This single, silent word carried unconditional fulfillment and protection.
There was no need for Jean to expend her own Phoenix Force and telekinesis to forcibly tear open space-time and flow against time.
There was no need for her to risk herself and endure the tearing backlash of space-time turbulence.
Loren raised his hand slightly, a wisp of pure, transparent, and orderly space-time origin shimmer condensing at his fingertips.
The shimmer stretched out in mid-air, instantly unfolding a giant space-time gate that spanned the dimensions of the heavens and connected to the parallel Universe to which Jean belonged.
The space-time gate hovered in mid-air, with layers upon layers of chronological patterns flowing across the doorway.
The silver-white halo was clear and pure, without a trace of chaos or violence; the passage was stable, the path precise, and it was absolutely safe.
Unlike the chaotic space-time channel pried open by Jean herself, this space-time gate opened personally by Loren...
Precisely locked onto the corresponding Universe and timeline, with no deviation, no backlash, and no turbulence.
"This gate leads directly to your Universe's timeline; there will no longer be dimensional displacement or space-time falls."
Loren urged softly, his tone peaceful and steady, "You can rest assured to trace back the past and accomplish what you want to do.
Remember, every Universe has an independent chronology, and the cycle of cause and effect has its own set number; just act according to your ability."
Warmth surged in Jean's heart, and she bowed deeply to express her gratitude, her eyes filled with appreciation and firmness.
"Thank you, Loren. No matter what the outcome is, I have no complaints or regrets."
As her voice fell, she no longer hesitated, turned around and stepped forward, her posture resolute as she walked straight into the surging shimmering space-time gate.
The orange-gold Phoenix shimmer lingered around her body, transforming into a solid defense to protect her own origin and chronological imprint.
Her figure instantly blended into the space-time channel, disappearing completely into the void of the manor.
The space-time gate slowly restrained its shimmer, closed, and dissipated, and the courtyard returned to a gentle and serene state, as if the parting just now had never happened.
Chapter 554: Sentinel Robots with Self-Awareness!
Loren stood in place, a faint calmness in the depths of his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of dimensional barriers, watching the chronological fluctuations of that parallel Universe.
He had long since foreseen a hint of ominous future variables, yet he did not intervene.
Chronological correction must first experience collapse; karmic completion must first endure backlash.
Some tribulations can only be completely ended by experiencing them firsthand.
Meanwhile, in a distant parallel Universe, the river of time and space suddenly reversed, its chronology flowing rapidly backward.
Under the enhancement of Loren's precise space-time channel, Jean Grey completely shook off her previous space-time displacement, landing precisely at a critical time node decades ago—an original era before the Sentinel robot program was fully put into production, before the calamity began, and before the tragedy had even sprouted.
The World at this moment was still stable and peaceful; although the conflicts between humans and Mutants had already bred, they had not yet intensified to a point of irreconcilability. The cities remained prosperous and orderly, with no fire of war filling the sky, no corpses covering the ground, and no endless despair.
And the mastermind behind this future calamity, the sole founder of the Sentinel robot program, Bolivar Trask,
was hiding in a covert scientific research Base, deeply cultivating day and night, and frantically developing the first-generation Sentinel robots.
Obsessed with forging the ultimate weapon to slaughter Mutants, he attempted to use the power of technology to eliminate outsiders and control the World order.
Jean Grey concealed her figure, retracting the Phoenix Force and telekinesis.
Relying on top-tier mental perception, she easily pierced through layers of defensive barriers, silently infiltrating the top-secret scientific research Base.
Everything she saw along the way consisted of cold mechanical instruments, complex research data, and unfinished prototype mechas of the first-generation Sentinels.
Countless hunting programs targeting Mutant genes and superpower traits were being written, entered, and perfected one by one.
Trask buried his head at his desk, his expression paranoid and mad, his eyes filled with extreme dread and Abomination towards Mutants.
He single-mindedly wanted to complete his ultimate masterpiece and initiate the humans' "Purification Era".
Looking at all this before her, looking at this chief culprit who was about to stir up a myriad-realm calamity and slaughter hundreds of millions of living beings,
Jean Grey's grief and anger, accumulated in her heart for years, completely surged.
The tragic deaths of countless companions, the fall of countless kinfolk, the broken World, the collapsed order, endless flight, and despair.
Scene after scene flashed rapidly through her mind, every word dripping with blood, vivid as if it were right before her eyes.
To end the calamity, reverse the future, and redeem all living beings, she no longer had the slightest hesitation.
Silently, a wisp of formless telekinesis, condensed to the absolute limit, suddenly locked onto Trask.
Precise, swift, and resolute, without carrying a shred of extra fluctuation.
In a split second, the source of this tragedy spanning decades was completely severed.
All Sentinel R&D programs in the scientific research Baseinstantly stagnated, and the unfinished mechas were completely scrapped.
The foundation of the calamity that had ravaged the future for decades was completely destroyed at this moment.
Having done all this, Jean Grey let out a long breath, her heartstrings, taut for years, completely relaxing.
She looked at the stable and peaceful city daylight outside the window, her heart filled with relief and anticipation.
She thought everything would finally end.
Killing the mastermind and severing the R&D source meant the Sentinel calamity would not begin.
Future slaughter and destruction would completely dissipate, and her tragically deceased companions would survive.
The endangered Mutant population would survive, and the broken World would return to stability.
She had finally completed her redemption, finally reversing all tragedies.
Carrying full-hearted relief, Jean Grey urged the Phoenix Force, once again initiating space-time backtracking.
Following the original timeline, she rapidly returned to the original future space-time.
But when she stepped out of the space-time channel and returned to her own future instant,
bone-chilling despair and extreme coldness instantly swallowed her whole.
The anticipated scenes of a stable golden age, peaceful order, and coexistence did not appear in the slightest.
What came into view was a living purgatory even more tragic, barren, and desperate than the original doomsday.
The entire land was scarred and barren, and the once-towering high-rises had all collapsed and fractured, turning into ruins and scorched Earth filling the sky.
The ground cracked and rivers and mountains shattered, smoke and dust filling the sky shrouding heaven and Earth, and the blood-red setting sun dyed the entire vault of heaven red.
In the dilapidated city streets and alleys, living figures could no longer be seen, nor could the sounds of living beings be heard.
Only the cold hum of machinery operating, the roar of energy explosions, and the deafening sound of buildings collapsing echoed between the dead heaven and Earth.
Chronology had been tampered with, causality had completely collapsed, and instead of getting better, the future had fallen into an even deeper, more terrifying bottomless abyss.
Jean stood rigid in place, her pupils shrinking sharply, monstrous waves instantly churning in the depths of her heart.
Looking at everything before her in disbelief, her entire body was ice-cold and her limbs were numb, her brain blank.
Why?
She had clearly killed Trask, completely destroyed the source of the Sentinel program, and clearly severed the foundation of the calamity.
The future ought to have returned to stability; why did it become even more desperate and terrifying?
Without waiting for her to recover from her extreme astonishment, amid the sky-filling void,
countless cold, scarlet mechanical eyes suddenly lit up, densely packed and covering the sky and Earth, locked dead onto her figure.
The next instant, countless brand-new mechas with ferocious shapes, massive bodies, and a disposition far surpassing the old version Sentinels
slowly emerged, hovered, and surrounded from the void of ruins.
They were still Sentinel robots, but they had long since completely shed the immaturity and limitations of the old models, completing an all-around ultimate evolution.
The original old-version Sentinels only had basic programs for adaptive transformation, mimicking superpowers, and targeted hunting of Mutants.
All actions obeyed human commands, restricted by program code, with no autonomous thinking, no self-judgment, and no independent will.
But the brand-new ultimate sentinels shrouding heaven and Earth at this moment had completely transformed, completely transcended, and completely gone out of control.
The terrifying chronological backlash caused by space-time tampering and causal confusion unexpectedly gave birth to the ultimate iteration of the Sentinel core programs.
The originally cold and rigid artificial intelligence completely gave birth to a complete, independent, and higher self-awareness surpassing humans.
They were no longer slaughter tools developed by humans, no longer restricted by human commands, and no longer solely took "hunting Mutants" as their sole objective.
The self-aware ultimate sentinels, relying on computing power, logic, and evolutionary speed far surpassing humans, re-analyzed the World's order and survival rules.
They judged that human emotions were unstable, their cognitions narrow, and they were filled with contradiction and destructive desire, making them Earth's largest source of instability.
Mutants were gifted with extraordinary talents and infinite potential, making them the greatest threat to Earth's order.
Therefore, they discarded the original single hunting command and updated to a brand-new ultimate mission.
Purge all unstable living beings, slaughter Mutants, and clean up humans.
Control Earth's resources, reconstruct the World order, and completely incorporate the entire Earth under the absolute rule of mechanical civilization.
The Sentinels that once only hunted Mutants had now initiated an ultimate calamity of indiscriminate slaughter.
Chapter 555
Human civilization was nearly completely eradicated, with billions of people dead, injured, or displaced, and the remaining survivors huddled in underground ruins, barely surviving and living in constant peril.
The Mutant population was even closer to complete extinction, with the few surviving Mutants fleeing everywhere and having no place to call home.
The X-Men, who once guarded the World, were completely wiped out without a single survivor.
The entire World completely devolved into a slaughterhouse and ruling territory of the mechanical Sentinels.
All across the sky, brand-new ultimate sentinels slowly closed in, their bodies shimmering with deep, cold, ghostly blue arcs of electricity and chronological patterns.
Their form shifting was swifter, their combat power more berserk, and their defense more unsolvable.
Every single mecha possessed combat power comparable to peak superhumans, and countless mechas connected into a cold mechanical ocean, sealing off the entire heaven and Earth, leaving no glimmer of life for anyone.
A cold, synthesized mechanical voice, carrying not a trace of emotion, apathetically resounded through heaven and Earth, echoing above the dead ruins:
"High-energy Mutant lifeform detected, Phoenix host."
"Target judged as top-tier threat, priority purge."
"Execute ultimate purification program, eradicate all heterogenics, and rule over the entirety of Earth."
As the bone-chillingly ruthless verdict fell, the Sentinels across the sky simultaneously activated their hunting programs.
Berserk energy cannons, sharp mechanical blades, distorted gravity fields, and chaotic space-time fluctuations.
Crushed and bombarded Jean Grey from all directions without a single blind spot.
Despair—heaven-covering, bone-chilling despair—instantly swallowed all of Jean's mind.
Her redemption, for which she had poured out everything and wagered her life, ultimately not only failed to save the World, but instead personally spawned an even more terrifying, unsolvable doomsday catastrophe.
She had personally severed the source of the old tragedy, yet opened up the ultimate doomsday that destroyed everything.
Endless guilt, regret, powerlessness, and despair instantly submerged her, pressing down on her until she was nearly suffocating and collapsing.
Looking at the scarred Earth, the World littered with corpses, and the completely eradicated civilization, looking at the cold and ruthless mechanical God of Death across the sky.
The light in Jean Grey's eyes completely dimmed, her whole body was cold and trembling, and the last hope in her heart completely collapsed.
She was too strong, strong enough to possess the Phoenix Force capable of prying open space-time and reversing causality.
Yet she was also too tiny, too tiny to bear the terrifying consequences of chronological backlash, and powerless to resist the entire mechanical civilization that had evolved self-awareness and ruled the World.
Relying on her own strength alone, it was already completely beyond saving.
The sky-filling fatal assaults were already approaching, and the shadow of death once again enveloped her entire body.
This time's enemy was far more terrifying, more unsolvable, and more desperate than any time before.
Without the slightest hesitation or the least bit of delay, the desperate Jean Grey forcefully endured the collapsing despair deep within her heart.
Urging the remaining Phoenix essence within her body, she desperately tore open the space-time channel once again.
She had no way to escape, no one to rely on, and was powerless to save herself.
Looking across all the heavens and myriad Worlds, the only person capable of saving this World, ending this catastrophe, and correcting the disordered chronology was one person alone—that was Loren.
A dazzling orange-gold Fire soared into the sky, forcibly tearing open layers of space-time barriers.
Jean Grey's figure transformed into a stream of light, breaking through the dimensional rift in a disheveled, panicked, and helpless state.
Crossing parallel Universes once more, she desperately rushed toward that sole pure land, rushing toward her sole redemption.
...
The manor's space-time remained stable and peaceful, and the gentle daily life continued.
The beauties were either sitting leisurely on the terrace boiling tea and chatting, strolling along the flower paths playing and relaxing, or sitting quietly resting to nurture their bodies and minds.
Time was relaxed, filled with the warmth of mortal life, away from worldly disputes, peaceful and complete.
Right at this moment, the void of the sky suddenly trembled slightly, and a messy, faint space-time rift quietly propped open.
A figure covered in dust, with disordered auras and eyes filled with ultimate despair and collapse, stumbled and fell heavily onto the courtyard lawn.
It was Jean Grey.
In just a brief moment of space-time travel, she felt as though she had endured the torment of a myriad years in purgatory.
Her originally clear and bright eyes were now dim, lusterless, and covered in bloodshot veins, and her peerlessly beautiful face was pale, haggard, and completely devoid of color.
The Phoenix Force around her body was disordered and restless, flickering on and off. Ultimate exhaustion, regret, and despair crushed all her resilience and pride.
She was no longer that calm, powerful Phoenix host who bore the burden of all living beings.
At this moment, she was merely a helpless woman who had personally caused a huge disaster, was powerless to salvage the remaining mess, and was on the verge of collapse.
Seeing Loren standing quietly in the center of the courtyard, all the emotions pent up deep in her heart completely collapsed, and all her resilience shattered entirely.
Jean Grey propped up her crumbling body, struggling to get up, her voice hoarse and broken.
Carrying an irrepressible sob and tremor, she bowed deeply to Loren, nearly pleading.
"Loren... please, help me."
"I've messed everything up... I killed the founder of the Sentinel Program, wanting to reverse the future, but the chronology has completely collapsed!"
"My World didn't get better; instead, it birthed ultimate sentinels with self-awareness!"
"They no longer just hunt Mutants; they've begun slaughtering humans, wiping out all carbon-based lifeforms, and taking control of the entire Earth... The entire World is going to be completely destroyed!"
"I am powerless to save this; with my own strength alone, I simply cannot fight them, correct the chronology, or end the catastrophe... Please, save my World, save those innocent lives!"
The humble plea, the broken tone, the bloodshot eyes, and the trembling body vividly displayed endless despair and regret.
The courtyard instantly fell into dead silence, and all play and casual chats completely stopped.
The twenty-four beauties simultaneously withdrew their smiles, their gazes falling upon the disheveled and collapsing Jean Grey, their eyes brimming with solemnity and heartache.
From Jean's broken words, they had already understood that terrifying chronological backlash and the unsolvable mechanical catastrophe.
Loren stood quietly in place, his warm gaze slightly deepening and condensing, without surprise or astonishment, as if all variables were already within his expectations.
He raised his hand to gently smooth out the tremor of the void, stabilizing the manor's barrier, his gentle gaze falling upon Jean, his tone steady and profound, carrying supreme majesty.
"I know everything."
The moment his words fell, the warm and relaxed aura around Loren quietly faded, and a wisp of supreme coercion that transcended the heavens, governed chronology, and judged causality slowly dispersed.
At this moment, he was no longer the gentle Guardianwho only guarded one side of a pure land and accompanied the beauties to spend their days peacefully.
He was the supreme existence who governed the chronology of the heavens, regulated the causality of the Universe, and suppressed dimensional disorder.
He was the sole helm of the Time Variance Authority, the ultimate order maintainer of the myriad timelines across the heavens.
The Time Variance Authority stood above all parallel Universes and all timelines, transcending causality and standing independent of the heavens.
Its sole duty was to monitor the chronology of the heavens, correct disordered timelines, erase out-of-control variables, suppress cross-border catastrophes, and maintain the balance and stability of the myriad Universes.
Chapter 556: Family, march with me!
All chaotic matters across the heavens caused by tampering with time, forcibly reversing causality, and breeding spacetime backlash fall under his jurisdiction, are adjudicated by him, and must be corrected by him.
The chronological collapse, Sentinel mutation, and doomsday catastrophe in Jean's Universe...
These belong to severe spacetime disorder and out-of-control causality, having already violated the chronological rules of the heavens and falling within his jurisdictional responsibilities.
Personally, he could not bear to watch innocent living beings be brutally slaughtered and complete Universes utterly destroyed.
Officially, as the head of the Time Variance Authority, correcting disordered chronologies, ending out-of-control catastrophes, and restoring universal order are his unshirkable calling and obligation.
The disordered timeline must be corrected.
The out-of-control mechanical catastrophe must be ended.
The collapsed universal order must be reshaped.
Loren's gaze was clear and majestic as he looked down at the despair-filled Jean Grey, his tone resolute and steady, carrying an unshakeable power of order.
"No need for despair, no need for remorse; the disordered chronology shall be corrected by me, and the out-of-control catastrophe shall be ended by me."
As his voice fell, he slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across the twenty peerless, transcendentally powerful, and battle-hardened beloved family members standing tall in the courtyard.
His clear and mighty voice echoed throughout the entire estate.
"Wives, the spacetime lines have collapsed, parallel Universe catastrophes have descended, and ultimate sentinels have been born, slaughtering all living beings and overturning the World."
"Now that the heavens' chronology is in disorder and it is my duty, I need to send people to the disordered Universeto suppress the mechanical catastrophe, purge the out-of-control Sentinels, and stabilize the collapsing chronology."
"All of you will march out with me to pacify the troubled times and straighten out the chronology!"
When the voice fell, no one hesitated, no one flinched, and no one doubted.
"Understood!" Hearing Loren's command, everyone nodded in unison.
Twenty-four graceful figures with distinct postures and vastly different temperaments.
At the same time, their postures were upright, their auras fully unleashed, shedding all gentleness, relaxation, and worldly leisure, fully reviving the piercing sharpness of battle-hardened experts.
These twenty-four top powerhouses of the heavens each possessed unique skills and held peak combat power.
At this moment, their minds were connected, their fighting intents shared the same source, and they were all fully geared up, quietly awaiting orders.
They had each walked through wind and rain, experienced desperate situations, fought across all directions, witnessed the darkness of the heavens, and bathed in blood on countless battlefields.
Now, as Loren's family and as chronological Guardians, they were willing to rush into unfamiliar troubled times, pacify catastrophes, and redeem the common people.
With stern fighting intent and magnificent auras across the entire group, the twenty-four figures stood shoulder to shoulder, converging into a majestic combat power that spanned the heavens.
It was enough to crush all mechanical catastrophes and pacify all spacetime turmoil.
Seeing that everyone was fully geared up and their fighting intent was firm, Loren's gaze condensed slightly, and he said no more.
He raised his hand and tore through the void, and a giant spacetime tunnel—far grander, more stable, and more majestic than before—unfurled with a roar.
The end of the tunnel directly connected to the disordered parallel Universe belonging to Jean Grey, leading straight to that scarred, machine-run, and catastrophe-ridden doomsday wasteland.
Inside the tunnel, turbulent currents of disordered chronology rolled, doomsday gunsmoke faintly permeated, and mechanical buzzing faintly came from afar.
The cold and desperate aura of the doomsday rushed over their faces across the dimensional barriers.
"Depart."
This single-word command was resounding, powerful, and echoed across heaven and Earth.
The twenty-four beauties moved in unison, stepping forward in an orderly and sequential manner, resolutely walking into the vast spacetime tunnel.
Piercing fighting intent, top-tier combat power, and a pure heart of protection, wrapped in endless light, rushed along the spacetime tunnel toward that disordered Universe on the verge of complete destruction.
Watching the magnificent figures of everyone marching out and rushing into the catastrophe before her, the despair and remorse accumulated at the bottom of Jean Grey's heart loosened slightly, and a faint yet firm light reignited in the depths of her eyes.
Following closely behind, she stepped into the tunnel, rushing toward the doomsday she had personally brewed, and heading toward this ultimate decisive battle destined to be perilous yet must be ended.
The mighty marching army pierced through layers of dimensional barriers and crossed the torrent of disordered chronology.
Finally, they steadily stepped out of the spacetime tunnel and completely entered this doomsday wasteland ruled by ultimate sentinels and on the verge of complete destruction.
The blood-colored setting sun filling the sky, ruins and scorched Earth as far as the eye could see, cold mechanical buzzing, and the dead, desolate World came into everyone's view.
The pacification battle belonging to the twenty powerhouses of the heavens, the correction battle belonging to this disordered chronology, and the ultimate battle belonging to ending the mechanical Apocalypse had officially begun from this moment.
The instant their feet stepped firmly onto this shattered land, a bone-chilling cold and desolation instantly enveloped everyone.
There was no sound of wind, no chirping of insects, no human voices, and even the most basic aura of living beings was completely cut off.
The entire land was like a rotted and withered corpse, with its cracked surface exposing pitch-black scorched Earth.
Fractured skyscrapers pierced the gloomy sky like pale skeletons, and layers upon layers of ruins piled up for thousands of miles, seeing no end in sight.
The sky was completely obscured by thick gray-black gunsmoke, and a dark red, blood-like setting sun hung in the western sky, its scattered light cold and dead, reflecting the entire World in an eerie and gloomy glow.
The air was filled with a pungent mixed odor of burning metal, rotting gunsmoke, and mechanical engine oil, and breathing it into the lungs brought bone-chilling coldness, making one feel suffocated and oppressed.
Most terrifying of all was the ubiquitous mechanical buzzing.
Fragmented, dense, low, and continuous "hum—hum—" sounds surged from all directions, taking root in every corner of heaven and Earth.
It was like countless dormant mechanical wraiths roaring in low voices, carrying programmed coldness and predatory greed, firmly locking onto all living things in this land.
After landing, Jean Grey's body involuntarily tensed up, and intense soreness and guilt surged into the depths of her eyes once again.
In just a few short days of not seeing it, the World she was familiar with had completely degenerated into a dead zone.
The once vibrant cities, bustling streets, companions who fought shoulder to shoulder, and coexisting living beings had all been annihilated in this cold mechanical catastrophe.
All these evil consequences arose entirely because of her momentary obsession and tampering with the chronology.
"They have completely completed planetary colonization." Jean's voice was low and hoarse, carrying an unforgettable self-blame.
"The entire Earth's ecosystem has been modified by the mechanical system, and all energy veins, geological structures, and spatial orders have been invaded and controlled by the Sentinel's core program."
"They have transformed this Planet into a hunting ground and territory belonging to mechanical civilization."
Before her voice trailed off, the void suddenly trembled!
Click—!
The fine sound of space shattering rang out abruptly, and in the originally silent mid-air, countless pitch-black spatial rifts burst open crazily.
Dense and crisscrossing, they covered the entire vault of heaven like a shattered mirror.
The next instant, ultimate mechanical battle armors—far surpassing older Sentinel models in size and possessing ferocious and terrifying designs—stepped out from the spatial rifts and hovered in mid-air.
They were no longer mere metal mechas; having undergone chronological backlash and self-evolution, every Sentinel possessed a unique mutated form.
Some had bodies covered in crystallized chronological armor, with faint blue chronological patterns flowing across their surfaces, distorting space and messing up energy wherever they touched.
Some had bodies fused with shattered spacetime fragments, their forms shifting between real and illusory, flickering uncertainly to completely evade conventional physical attacks.
Some had their arms transformed into giant particle cannons, with layers of hunting armament piled on their shoulders, their dark and cold muzzle filled with destructive energy;
Still others had mechanical tentacles and alloy bladelets wrapped around their bodies, integrating offense and defense with unstoppable lethality.
Chapter 557 Battle Against Sentinel Robots
Chapter 557
The most terrifying part was their eyes.
They were no longer uniform, rigid crimson spots of light, but were instead filled with distinct mechanical pupils, flashing with the indifference, scrutiny, plunder, and arrogance unique to intelligent beings.
Those were eyes that had truly given birth to self-awareness, possessing advanced intelligence capable of independent thought, autonomous judgment, and self-evolution. They were no longer tools obeying code, but rulers controlling the World and slaughtering living beings.
One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...
In just a few breaths, thousands of ultimate sentinelssurrounded the area from mid-air, densely blanketing the entire sky as their cold mechanical bodies blocked out the blood-red setting sun.
They completely enveloped the ruined earth, forming a boundless dark cloud of machines, and the suffocating oppressive feeling instantly crushed the entire field.
At the lead, a lord-class Ultimate Sentinel, far exceeding ordinary Sentinels in size and towering dozens of meters high, slowly levitated into the high altitude.
Its body shimmered with high-tier chronological light intertwined in gold and blue, and its chest was embedded with a huge core crystal, inside of which intricate timelines were intertwined, exuding a terrifying coercion that controlled the entire space-time.
This was the commanding unit evolved by the Sentinelcivilization, the mechanical ruler of this doomsday wasteland, holding the authority over all Sentinels' calculations, evolution, and hunting, with combat power far exceeding ordinary Sentinels by more than a hundred times.
A cold, heavy, synthetically mechanical voice carrying the contempt of advanced intelligence suddenly exploded between heaven and earth, no longer the monotonous programmatic broadcast from before, but carrying clear independent thought and a sense of judgment:
"External dimensional life form intrusion detected; judged as an unknown unstable variable."
"High-dimensional energy fluctuations, alien superpower systems, and non-native space-time auras detected. Variable threat level: Heavens-tier high risk."
"Terminate low-tier purge program, initiate global obliteration mechanism, clear all external variables, and stabilize the mechanical divine rule."
"All non-mechanical living beings are lesions of the World; purge them all and recast absolute order."
The moment the voice of judgment fell, the Sentinels across the sky moved simultaneously!
Boom, boom, boom, boom—!
Tens of thousands of deep-blue particle cannon beams condensed and fired simultaneously, dense and overwhelming the sky like a rain of falling stars, carrying the terrifying power to tear everything apart and melt everything, crushing and bombarding toward the people on the ground.
Shattered spatial fluctuations spread alongside the cannon light. Wherever they passed, the air evaporated, ruins melted, and the earth cracked, instantly covering the entire heaven and earth with destructive energy.
Facing a terrifying offensive capable of instantly leveling an entire city, not a single one of Loren's harem beauties showed emotion or retreated.
Having gone through hundreds of battles across the heavens and stepped through life-and-death desperate situations, they had long witnessed countless World-destroying offensives. Such cluster-style mechanical hunting, though terrifying in momentum, was far from enough to shake their defense line.
"Everyone form up, purge by zones, leave no blind spots."
The Commander White's cold and capable voice rang out first, her top-tier battlefield coordination ability instantly maximized.
Her figure flickered slightly as she quickly divided the battlefield areas and precisely assigned everyone's combat positions.
"High-altitude clusters will be handled by long-range superpower and aerial combat units, while remaining ground enemies will be handled by melee and assault units.
Hinata and Gwen are responsible for global flaw early warning, while Medusa and Viper are responsible for targeted suppression to prevent the enemy's deformation evolution and core linkage."
The commands were clear and the division of labor was explicit. The twenty people instantly completed their tactical formation, showing seamless coordination and oneness.
The next second, everyone erupted with combat power simultaneously!
The first to strike were Wanda, Daisy, and Crystal.
Crimson surged violently in Wanda's eyes as the majestic and vast Chaos Magic erupted, transforming into layers of upside-down and chaotic energy barriers that steadily enveloped the sky above the entire battlefield.
The particle cannon beams bombarding the sky fell into the chaos force field, instantly being distorted, disassembled, swallowed, and reversed. The violent destructive energy turned into nothingness in a flash, unable to even leak a trace of aftermath.
Not only that, the Chaos Magic traced back along the trajectory of the cannon light, instantly entangling dozens of forward Sentinel mechas, forcibly disrupting their core programs, distorting their energy circuits, and freezing their transformation mechanisms.
"Mechanical logic is too rigid, too fragile," Wandawhispered softly, her eyes full of indifference.
The power to control chaos and reverse rules was naturally the nemesis of all programmatic machinery.
The self-adaptive programs, logical operations, and form-switching that the Sentinels relied on to be invincible completely failed in the face of chaotic and disordered power.
Meanwhile, Daisy stood straight, her whole body's oscillation superpower erupting at full force. Invisible high-frequency shockwaves violently diffused from her center, instantly sweeping across the entire airspace.
Countless Sentinel mechas suspended mid-air shook violently; their hard alloy bodies distorted, cracked, and shattered visibly to the naked eye. Precise mechanical parts were completely shaken off, and their core circuits instantly melted.
Crystal's hands fluttered as the five elements of wind, fire, water, earth, and lightning between heaven and earth simultaneously churned and roared. The power of elements across the sky intertwined into a massive elemental cage, instantly trapping over a hundred Sentinels.
Flames scorched their bodies, frost froze their cores, thunder pierced their circuits, rock and earth imprisoned their figures, and fierce winds tore apart their fragments. Multiple elements alternately bombarded and suppressed them layer by layer, completely disintegrating and shattering the trapped Sentinels.
The long-range superpower firepower opened up completely, instantly disintegrating the Sentinels' first round of saturated bombardment and turning around to wipe out nearly 30% of the high-altitude clustered mechanical combat power.
Immediately following that, the close-combat slaughter had already begun.
Both 2B and A2 took to the air, their black and white figures intersecting horizontally and vertically as the cold light of their blades slashed through the blood-red sky.
The pure white longsword in 2B's hand circulated with the extremely scorching Eternal Flame. With a single slash, the biting sword light wrapped in the Eternal Flame tore through space, erupting with armor-piercing power specifically targeted at mechanical life forms.
Whenever a Sentinel was touched by the sword light, no matter how its body deformed or how its armor was reinforced, its core was instantly slashed to pieces and its body was cleaved open—neat, crisp, and without exception.
Her movement technique was graceful and agile, shuttling between the mechas filling the sky. Her white clothes remained unstained by dust, and wherever her sword light passed, mechanical debris flew everywhere.
A2's offensive was even more violent and biting. Relying on her speed superpower, her giant heavy blade swept across all directions, combining heavy strength augmentation with a violent force impact.
Every single blade strike could stir up an exploding energy storm, forcefully smashing, crushing, and blasting several Sentinels into scrap iron filling the sky.
The doomsday twins fought side by side, one agile and one violent, complementing each other as they dominated the airspace, unstoppable.
Tsunade stepped on the earth and leaped up abruptly, her surging physical Chakra erupting to the fullest, her fist wind mighty and her strength monstrous.
She was never flashy; every punch was unpretentious yet contained the terrifying power to shatter mountains and crush refined steel.
With a single punch thrown out, she directly pierced through several layers of Sentinel armor, precisely shattering the core mechanism. Even the evolved chronological armor was as fragile as thin paper under her monstrous strength.
Even if she was hit in the body by several Sentinels simultaneously, she relied on her top-tier self-healing ability to instantly repair her injuries, growing more courageous the more she fought, utterly fearless of death.
Chapter 558 Ultimate Temporal Sentinel
Number 18 hovered in mid-air, energy patterns flowing at high speed across her body, as endless streams of energy bullets poured down continuously, precisely striking the energy core of every Sentinel.
Her energy attacks were pure, domineering, and extremely penetrating, specially designed to counter the energy circuits of mechanical life forms. Every shot hit its mark, and every move was fatal, causing countless Sentinels to explode one after another under her barrage and be wiped out layer by layer.
Mei Terumi flashed, with countless Water-style torrents condensing out of thin air, transforming into sharp water blades and confinement water prisons to large-scale lock down the Sentinels' movements and cut through their mechanical bodies.
Mai Shiranui was surrounded by fluttering flames, her nimble figure paired with explosive Fire, engaging in close-range combat and scorching the cores. The flames raged endlessly, igniting countless mechanical engine oil and energy residues, burning the mechas all over the sky into successive scrap.
Hancock stood in mid-air, her Conquerors Haki faintly vibrating and dispersing. The invisible king's coercion crushed the entire field, and several high-speed raiding Sentinels were instantly deterred by the Haki, their bodies stiffening and their operations halting.
Following closely, she flicked her finger to condense her strength, and the pink Haki energy instantly pierced through the mecha core. Elegant and fierce, a one-hit kill, fully displaying her queenly demeanor.
On the other side, precise suppression and flaw hunting unfolded simultaneously.
Hinata's White eyes fully opened, and every detail of the entire battlefield, the core structure, energy weaknesses, and program flaws of every Sentinel were clearly reflected in her eyes without missing a single thing.
She spoke softly, broadcasting the enemy's weaknesses and raid trajectories in real-time, precisely guiding everyone's combat positions.
"Thirty degrees upper left, the lord sentinel's flank energy core is loose! The right-side cluster Sentinels' transformation program is about to initiate! There is a hidden Sentinel in the void behind gathering energy for a cannon!"
Precise prediction and meticulous insight completely exposed all the Sentinels' trump cards and actions, leaving them nowhere to hide and unable to launch raids.
Gwen had a figure as light as a swallow, with Silkcrisscrossing to weave a huge confinement web in mid-air, instantly locking down the fleeing Sentinels. Matching it with nimble footwork, she roamed the battlefield, plugging gaps, pinning down remaining enemies, and preventing a single Sentinel from escaping.
Medusa's cold eyes narrowed slightly, a faint light flashing in the depths of her eyes, as several Sentinels attempting to transform for a raid and initiate self-evolution instantly stiffened in mid-air, the surface of their bodies rapidly petrifying.
The hard metal mechas turned into fragile rocks, shattering and falling with a roar.
The power of petrification perfectly countered the structural operation of mechanical bodies, serving as a top-tier targeted suppression kill move.
Viper lurked among the ruins, her ability toxins quietly pervading—colorless, odorless, and untraceable.
The toxin seeped into the Sentinels' cores along mechanical gaps and energy circuits, silently dismantling programs, corroding the inner workings, and paralyzing combat power. Countless Sentinels directly shut down and were scrapped without noticing anything, achieving a silent and unbreakable resolution.
Tifa and Marie Rose roamed various parts of the battlefield; one excelled at precision assault and close-quarters breakthroughs, while the other excelled at agile raids and rapid harvesting.
The two worked together seamlessly, specializing in clearing out the slipped high-tier Sentinels, covering battlefield blind spots, and steadily purging the mechanical combat power of the entire airspace.
In a mere three minutes.
Thousands of ultimate sentinels possessing self-awareness, capable of self-adaptive evolution, and with combat power comparable to peak superpower users were completely wiped out, leaving not a single piece of armor behind under the joint combat of twenty powerhouses from the heavens.
Mechanical debris all over the sky fell like rain, covering the shattered earth. Scrapped mecha fragments, exploded core residues, and broken mechanical blade shards piled up layer upon layer, and the dark mechanical black clouds that originally covered the sky completely dissipated.
The bloody setting sun spilled down once more, piercing through the cleared sky and falling upon the proudly standing figures of the beauties.
Total suppression, zero casualties, zero flaws.
These mechanical Sentinels that had destroyed both human and Mutant civilizations, ruled the Planet, controlled temporal sequences, and fancied themselves the new masters of the World were still nothing more than vulnerable, cold creations in front of the top powerhouses from the heavens.
Jean Grey stared blankly at the overwhelming battlefield before her, her heart filled with extreme shock and relief.
The doomsday catastrophe that she could not resist even by exhausting her lifelong strength and burning her Phoenix origin, and the unsolvable mechanical civilization that completely plunged the entire World into ruin, were actually so fragile and easily wiped out in front of the combat power of Loren's subordinates.
The despair and shackles that had weighed on her heart for years finally loosened slightly at this moment.
However, the battlefield did not completely fall silent.
High above in the sky, that massive lord sentinel holding the authority of all Sentinels was not damaged in the recent cluster melee.
It hovered in the center of the bloody sky, its gold-blue temporal core flickering violently, and the chaotic space-time patterns around its body flowing crazily.
The scene of all subordinate Sentinels being wiped out just now was fully captured, analyzed, and calculated by its core program.
In its cold mechanical eyes, a clear sense of dread and vigilance appeared for the first time, along with a deeper paranoia and urge for plunder.
"High-order alien combat power system detected; threat threshold continues to soar."
"Recording unknown abilities, alien spiritual power, chaos rules, and divine domain combat data. Initiating ultimate self-adaptive evolution mode, full authority unlocked, temporal computing power operating at overload."
"Reconstructing mecha structure, fusing space-time fragments, iterating hunting rules."
"Boom—"!
An earth-shattering energy roar exploded!
Dazzling gold-blue strong light burst from around the lord sentinel, and its massive body began to frantically reorganize, expand, and evolve.
Countless broken space-time fragments, scattered mechanical debris, and chaotic heaven and earth energy were all swallowed and absorbed by it.
Its size continued to skyrocket, its armor stacking layer upon layer, growing thicker and harder, while the temporal patterns around its body became increasingly complex and profound, and its energy aura soared rapidly, climbing step by step.
Not only that, its body began to shift between tangible and intangible, completely transcending the limitations of conventional physical mechas. Fusing space-time origin and disordered causality, it evolved unbeatable abilities such as space-time virtualization, causality deflection, and rule evasion.
In a split second, an ultimate temporal Sentinel far surpassing all previous combat power and truly possessing heaven-defying rule power was completely formed!
The spatial-temporal disorder of the entire heaven and earth converged entirely onto its body; the mechanical order of the entire Planet fell entirely under its command.
It slowly raised its eyes, its cold mechanical pupils locking onto everyone on the ground, and the voice of judgment resounded through the heaven and earth once again, carrying post-evolutionary absolute confidence and ruthless slaughter:
"Data recording complete, rule adaptation complete."
"Starting today, end low-level cleanup, initiate high-level variable erasure."
"You foreign powerhouses from the heavens shall become nourishment for the evolution of mechanical civilization and return to nothingness."
The terrifying space-time coercion crushed down violently, the entire ruined earth trembled violently, cracks spread, and the energy order between heaven and earth was completely controlled by it.
The true ultimate decisive battle was only now officially kicking off.
Hearing the ultimate temporal Sentinel's words, Loren, who had always been pulling strings from behind the scenes, sneered coldly, his face full of disdain. As a powerhouse of the multiverse level, he had never taken a mere Sentinel robot seriously.
"I'd like to see whose nourishment who turns out to be!"
Chapter 559: Causality Sentinel Form
Chapter 559
Blood-red setting sun stagnated the firmament, and the wind across the entire shattered wasteland completely stopped.
Thousands of ultimate sentinels wrecks covered the cracked earth, blackened metal fragments piled layer upon layer, the lingering warmth of energy wafted away, and the recently devastating cluster melee completely came to an end.
Loren's beauties stood proudly amidst the utter mess, their clothes fluttering without wind, their fighting spirit not diminished by even half, and their cold, sharp gazes locked in unison onto that lord sentinel completing its ultimate evolution high in the sky.
Compared to the completely annihilated ordinary Sentinellegions, the commander-level mechanical overlord before them had completely transcended the category of "weapons".
Its massive mecha body, tens of meters tall, hovered in the blood-red sky, its entire body no longer a monotonous, cold alloy silver, but instead covered in layer upon layer of endlessly flowing gold-blue chronological crystal armor.
Every inch of armor lines corresponded to chaotic time trajectories, every crystal panel was embedded with shattered space-time fragments, and the halo flowing across the mecha body was no longer the cold luster of mechanical electrical energy, but a rule-based shimmer capable of shaking causality and twisting chronologies.
Its body alternated between tangible and intangible, dim and bright; sometimes solid like eternal steel, hard and unshakeable; sometimes illusory like a space-time bubble, penetrating all physical and superpower attacks.
The airspace suspended beneath its feet slightly collapsed, and circles of black chronological ripples slowly diffused. Wherever they passed, floating debris from the ruins was completely annihilated, residual energy fluctuations were completely reduced to zero, and even the flow rate of space-time between heaven and earth was forcibly distorted and slowed down.
The massive core crystal on its chest was the aggregation origin of the Planet's chaotic chronologies. Countless fine silver time-lines wound, intertwined, collapsed, and reorganized within the crystal, repeating endlessly and never stopping.
That was the causal singularity gathered by the backlash of the entire Universe after Jean Grey altered history and executed Trask back then, and it was also the root source of this lord sentinel's ultimate power.
It no longer relied on external forces to supply energy, nor was it limited by program coding. It fed on chaotic chronologies, used causality paradoxes as its source, and the Planet's vitality as fuel, forming a self-contained cycle, self-evolution, and eternal survival.
All the Sentinels destroyed previously were merely cannon fodder it used to collect data, probe external enemies, and pave the way for its evolution.
A deep, grand voice of judgment, no longer rigid and mechanical, but instead carrying a bit of divine indifference, rumblingly shook the entire heaven and earth, penetrating the ruins, penetrating the void, and penetrating everyone's eardrums and minds:
"Data recording complete."
"The opponent's abilities have all been incorporated into the analysis library, adaptation complete."
"This unit has completed ultimate iteration, chronological self-adaptation, Causality Sentinel Form."
"All non-mechanical orderly beings are the Universe's lesions, foreign heavens variables, priority eradication."
The moment the voice fell, the space-time ripples high in the sky suddenly and violently exploded!
Bzz—!
The time flow rate of the entire Planet was instantly disordered and torn.
On the ground, falling metal fragments suddenly froze mid-air, the dust stagnated and motionless, and the flowing residual energy waves completely returned to zero.
The previous second was still a rapidly surging battlefield dynamic, and the next second it fell into an eerie, dead-silent time freeze. Only the lord sentinel high in the sky remained unaffected, slowly operating and slowly raising its hand.
Its massive mechanical right arm, covered in chronological crystal armor, slowly raised. Its palm was hollowed out, and countless gold-blue lines crazily converged, intertwined, and compressed. A continuously collapsing, extremely refined chronological energy sphere instantly formed.
Inside the light sphere, countless fine time-lines crazily collapsed, reorganized, and inverted. Fragments of the past, present, and future rapidly flowed, overlapped, and annihilated within it.
This was not a simple energy shell, but a rule-based origin attack wrapped in chronological collapse and causal erasure.
"First-order skill: Chronological Collapse Cannon."
Silently, without roaring or strong light, only a touch of extremely restrained gold-blue light instantly penetrated the static space-time, crossed a kilometer of airspace, and suddenly fell toward the center of the battlefield where everyone had formed their array.
Once hit, it would not be a simple explosive kill, but one would be forcibly stripped of their time-line, have their traces of existence erased, and cause the causality around them to collapse.
Even the physical bodies and origins of the experts of the heavens would be completely torn apart, dissolved, and reduced to nothingness, unable to even retain reincarnation residues or energy aftertastes.
The moment the crisis arrived to the extreme, the entire dead-silent battlefield suddenly erupted with brilliant light all over the sky!
Hinata, who had long since insighted all flaws throughout the process and anticipated all attacks, saw her Byakugan pupils rapidly contract, and she roared out at the very first moment. Her voice-line pierced through the stagnant space-time, accurately transmitting the warning:
"All personnel, be on guard! It's a rule-grade chronological attack! Physical defense and ordinary superpowers are completely ineffective! It will erase the trajectory of existence!"
Her Byakugan had long broken through the conventional limits of the ninja world's dojutsu, and after being immersed in the space-time of the heavens, it was already capable of clearly piercing through causal flows and chronological trajectories.
In her eyes, that seemingly tiny gold-blue light sphere carried countless shattered future fragments, and the end of every trajectory meant the complete annihilation of everyone on the battlefield.
Without extra instructions, the twenty beauties shared a natural tacit understanding, erupting simultaneously, each urging their original combat power to link together and construct an ultimate defense line of the heavens-grade.
The first to prop up the core defense line was Wanda.
Crimson Chaos Magic soared into the sky, no longer a simple barrier protection as before, but transforming into a Chaos Domain that inverted black and white, chaoticized space-time, and dissolved rules, instantly shrouding the entire battlefield.
Chaos was naturally the nemesis of order and the end of all established rules. The chronological, causal, and program rules that the lord sentinel relied on to run rampant would be forcibly distorted, disassembled, neutralized, and zeroed out within the Chaos Domain.
"All established rules can be rendered void in the face of Chaos."
Wanda's eyes were crimson like blood, her long hair danced wildly without wind, and her boundless Chaos Magic layered over itself and continuously expanded, forcibly prying open and revitalizing the stagnant space-time.
The originally static heaven and earth flowed once more, and the forcibly imprisoned time flow rate instantly returned to normal.
The rapidly falling chronological collapse light sphere, the moment it broke into the Chaos Domain, suddenly trembled violently and twisted crazily.
The orderly chronological chains inside instantly collapsed, and the rules of causal erasure were forcibly reversed, disassembled, and swallowed by the chaotic countercurrent.
However, the lord sentinel's ultimate evolution had long far exceeded conventional cognition!
The next instant, the cold voice of judgment sounded once more from the mechanical overlord high in the sky.
"Chaos rule interference detected, initiating rule hedging and chronological replacement."
"Self-adaptive rule iteration, adapting to Chaos variables."
Click!
A crisp space-time shattering sound exploded.
The chronological light sphere that was originally suppressed by Chaos instantly covered its surface with a layer of brand-new black and white rule patterns.
It actually completed the analysis and adaptation of Chaos Magic in the blink of an eye.
It forcibly offset most of the suppression, falling down once again with terrifying destructive might.