John hid behind Colossus, controlling the flame from his lighter to form a pillar of fire that cleared the area tens of meters ahead.
A dozen soldiers rolled on the ground, completely engulfed in flames, but under John's control, the flames not only failed to extinguish but grew even fiercer.
Although John could not generate fire, as a master manipulator of flames, he could even suppress Iceman for a short time. And because he wanted to show off, he held nothing back when fighting, aiming to kill with every move he made!
In comparison, Iceman was much more constrained. Transformed into ice, he was immune to bullets to a certain extent.
Every time he attacked, he would either freeze the enemy's feet, freeze their arms, or create a thick ice wall to block the passage and isolate the support team. He rarely killed, only freezing an entire enemy when absolutely necessary.
Because Colossus had to protect John, he only casually dealt with soldiers who got close, easily smashing an enemy's chest cavity with a single punch.
Meanwhile, Rogue, Blink, and Shadowcat were nowhere to be seen.
Luke shook his head in disappointment at this sight.
"Mercy toward the enemy is cruelty toward yourself. Were you like this during your previous missions too?"
Jean recalled for a moment and replied, "Generally, we do not kill, as that would make the situation worse and incite more hatred and hostility toward us from families who have lost loved ones."
"Wrong! Not only will you fail to earn their gratitude this way, but it will only make them want to kill you even more!"
"Jealousy will drive others to reject you. Whether you hold back or not, this fact cannot be changed."
"Moreover… your kindness, compassion, and apprehension will only make them more reckless, because they know you will always back down. Even if they kill your average people, you will still restrain yourselves."
Jean Grey fell into confusion.
Seeing this, Luke patted Jean Grey's shoulder and said, "Do not dwell on that. The most important factor is still strength!"
"Look, mutants are clearly so restrained, yet why do those guys dare to persecute you?"
"Yet, my level of threat is far superior to yours, so why do they not dare to provoke me?"
Jean Grey thought about it; that was indeed the logic. Although it was very realistic, that was the truth of the matter.
"Be careful! This woman is strange!"
"Ah!!"
Colossus's miserable cry pulled Jean Grey back to reality.
"Who is she? She can actually hurt Colossus."
Jean Grey looked at an Asian woman wearing a black leather bodysuit. She was beautiful, but her face was frosty, and her cold demeanor carried an inherent killing intent.
What was most striking were the sharp, slender blade-like claws extending from the fingers of both her hands. With just a light swipe, she left five deep gashes on Colossus's arm.
Colossus's hardness exceeded ordinary steel; even rocket launchers and grenades could not harm him. He was like a walking heavy tank, capable of ignoring most attacks.
Yet, this woman made Colossus feel wary, even afraid to approach her!
Pyro John hid behind Colossus, still shaken; that woman's target just now was him!
Colossus noticed this and raised his arm to block. If he had not been fast enough, John might have lost his hand.
"Damn it, watch this!"
John took the flame from his lighter and pushed it out, and it instantly expanded tens of meters away.
Lady Deathstrike raised a shield in front of her with an unchanged expression and charged forward. A portion of the flames ignited her right arm, but Lady Deathstrike merely frowned, swiftly and voluntarily severing that part.
Before John could be happy, he saw that area rapidly sprouting new tissue, recovering instantly.
"Wolverine?!"
Jean Grey was also surprised. At this moment, the image of Lady Deathstrike and Wolverine seemed to overlap. She had the same rapid healing and the same adamantium claws.
Seeing that Lady Deathstrike was about to harm Colossus and the others, Jean Grey quickly gathered her psychic power, attempting to control her.
But Lady Deathstrike merely shook her head and turned to look in their direction. She seemed to hear a command, dropped Colossus and the others, and charged toward them.
"This is bad! I cannot control her mind!"
Jean Grey was quite shocked. "There is another psychic force protecting her mind!"
"No, it is controlling her!"
Luke shook his head and stepped in front of Jean Grey. "Did Charles not tell you that Stryker has a mutant son who also possesses psychic power? He is Mastermind. He can freely create telepathic illusions, constructing a false reality using hearing, touch, smell, taste, and many other aspects."
"Furthermore, his ability has a greater effect on people with more developed minds and stronger wills, especially those who believe they cannot be deceived by mere fantasy."
Although Mastermind's psychic ability was not as strong as Charles's or Jean Grey's, it was quite effective against this type of telepath. Because the stronger the telepath, the more they believed they could not be mind-controlled. This was exactly how they fell into the trap carefully constructed by Mastermind. Once trapped, they would choose to believe unwaveringly.
Even Charles, while wearing Cerebro, could not autonomously struggle out of the illusion.
Jean Grey was quite surprised to hear this, never imagining that telepaths could also be countered by other abilities.
By this time, Lady Deathstrike had closed within a few meters, and her ten sharp claws gleamed coldly under the faint light.
"Stop fooling around and go to sleep."
Luke transformed into a golden flash of light, appeared behind Lady Deathstrike, and knocked her unconscious with a single chop to the neck.
[Anomalous Target: Lady Deathstrike defeated. Gained 1000 Anomaly Points.]
[Reality Editor upgraded to Version 5.9. Current Anomaly Points: 100 / 5000.]
"That is it?"
Jean Grey was a little confused. She had expected Luke to unleash dazzling attacks like thunder or flames, but she never thought it would be so simple and unadorned.
"What else? To put it plainly, she is just a female Wolverine. Her endurance is good, but her physical strength is only that of an ordinary person."
Luke waved his hand again, and a metal chain appeared in his grasp. He used a very specialized technique to bind Lady Deathstrike securely. To prevent her from popping out her claws to destroy the chains or self-harm, Luke specifically wrapped the chains several times around every part of her hands, ensuring that none of her fingers could move.
Jean Grey's eyelids twitched. "Your rope artistry skills are getting more refined."
"Want to try it? We'll play later." Luke looked at the artwork he had created with satisfaction, clapping his hands and laughing.
Jean Grey waved her hands repeatedly. "Forget it, forget it. Maybe Alan will like it."
At this moment, a red light flashed in her eyes, and her red lips slightly parted. "No, I like it too, darling. We'll play this later. I like the feeling of being dominated by you."
"No! You don't like it!"
Jean Grey quickly snatched back consciousness, shaking her head with a blush.
"Hahaha, when we go back, Dark Phoenix and I will try it. You can just pretend you were asleep."
Luke liked this aspect of the dark personality—bold and exciting play. Especially when they were playing most intensely and she suddenly switched back to her original personality, the feeling was even more thrilling.
Before Colossus and the others rushed over, Luke threw Lady Deathstrike into the Surface World. Some things weren't suitable for children to see; watching alone was enough.
"Hmm? You all continue staying here to eliminate the enemies. Shadowcat and the others are having trouble over there."
Without waiting for Colossus and the other two to thank him, Luke pulled Jean Grey and instantly moved to another room.
Shadowcat, Rogue, and Blink were rescuing a paralyzed person locked in a cage. They thought Mastermind was also a persecuted mutant.
However, as soon as they approached and opened the cage, the scene before their eyes quietly changed.
"Luke, no, not here… Ah, you insist? Then… then fine."
Anna was talking to a pillar with a flushed face.
Blink was also blushing deeply, tilting her head slightly and closing her eyes, seemingly anticipating something.
"Mastermind, you dare create an illusion of me?!"
Luke had just blinked in front of Mastermind, and before he could activate his ability, he slapped Mastermind and the cage together into meat paste!
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