Chapter 214 Entrustment to Eric
Eager cheers and applause broke out in the stands. Asazo and Raven next to James jumped up and waved vigorously at their son. They even briefly forgot the unhappiness between the two and embraced together.
Although it's just a victory that doesn't mean much, parents often rejoice at the little success of their children.
James clapped his hands lightly with a smile, hooked the corners of his mouth, turned his head and said softly:
"You shot."
Eric Lanshel grinned and cheered for Kurt with a big smile, and he also lowered his head and answered in a low voice his father's question that wasn't really a question.
"Slightly reduced the deceleration for this kid. Without me, he might faint for a longer time, but nothing should really happen. This physique is really scary."
He looked at James with a look of relief, straightened the hem of the elegant handmade leather jacket, and hesitated:
"I heard that the younger sister of this child, Dad, has also begun to show talent, which is weird and impressive. Their mother is still locked up by you, have you never cared about it?"
"Hehe, do you care? If you care, why do you want to protect this little Peter."
James raised his eyebrows and glanced at Eric, and the two looked at each other and smiled.
After pondering for a while, he suddenly patted Eric's knee with trust in his eyes. This adoptive son who has grown up since he was a child is a real "face person" with a pattern in his heart.
"One day, if I can't take care of this world, my family will have to rely on you."
Eric was stunned for a moment, and said with a slightly flustered smile:
"What are you talking about? I am younger than you, but to say something unlucky, hehehe. No matter what, I will walk ahead of you."
Crunch! crunch.
Eric Lanshel made false control towards the completely collapsed alloy arena, whether it was the broken support structure or the completely torn metal floor, heaving and falling amidst sour bangs The distortion is being repaired.
In just over ten seconds, the stadium that seemed to have been bombarded by meteorites almost returned to its original state. Only the chaotic scratches and gaps on the ground could faintly discern the terrifying scene just now.
Sounds of sucking air-conditioning sounded one after another in the arena, and some brave people even shouted "Your Majesty Magneto", shouting excitedly.
Eric didn't care about this trivial matter. He looked at the complicated expression in his father's eyes and knew in his heart that this "father" of everyone in the Howlett family had silently undertaken many wrongdoings for more than a hundred years. A well-known secret.
"Dad, do you know, I once had a very special thought about what the world would be like if you had never appeared before."
The breeze blew through James' thick black hair, he suddenly grinned, blinked his eyes, and listened to Eric with interest and continued:
"Without you, if I could survive the concentration camp, I would definitely do my best to seek revenge from Sebastian Shaw. After that, sooner or later, the mutants will face the boundless exclusion and hostility of the entire human world. I will resist , Resisting at all costs! But maybe applause will be difficult to applaud after all, and it will be futile.”
The smile on James' face was gone, he looked at Eric in silence and laughed at himself, and continued to deduce the "non-existent" world.
".Hey! My good buddy Charles, with his indecisive and timid character, will most likely confront me. I don't know what will happen to Emma. The race of variable races will be in the midst of their constant internal friction and Under the endless siege and suppression from the outside world, he stepped into an unpredictable and terrible situation, to be honest, Dad"
Eric propped his elbows on his knees, suddenly straightened up and looked at James solemnly, and said seriously with burning eyes:
"—I can't think of anyone else who can do better than you, and who can bring us to the world today, so...hehe, fortunately, you are immortal. We people and even this world can't live without you."
"Hahahaha. Good guy! Don't, don't, do you want to exhaust your old father to death?"
James suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, even attracting the attention of the surrounding Asazos, Alex and Hank.
He shook his head, pondered for a while, continued to look at the game on the field, and said very casually:
"It's just a request, don't think too much. This world is not just the planet under our feet. The universe is too big, and no one can guarantee what the future will be like. I might go to other planets for a walk. That little guy with wings , it's a bit miserable to be bullied."
Eric followed his father's gaze, "Angel" Warren was entangled with the right wing by the rose-red energy substance that turned into a long whip chain in the hands of the spirit butterfly.
The part where the energy whip was wound was scorching, and Warren Worthington's pair of pure white wings were covered with black marks, and there were big beads of sweat on his handsome face. They fell down one after another, and the wings, which were no different from limbs, felt continuous pain.
Although before the start of the game, Warren told Kurt that he seemed to be a coward, but the fight really broke out. The kid would rather endure the severe pain like iron and the wounds all over his body than give up and admit defeat.
"Hoho!"
The same pure white combat uniform on the angel's body was cut with knife marks, and even the flesh inside was faintly turned outwards, and the dripping red dyed on the white feathers was particularly glaring.
He suddenly flapped his wings with all his might, and relying on the pull of the energy whip in Lingdie's hand, he suddenly lifted her up, and slammed her heavily on the energy grid around the ring.
"Cough cough. Hiss."
The young Elizabeth Braddock felt the painful crunching sound from her back, and she lost her strength for a while after being hit.
Warren's huge wings are the most powerful part of his body. The unique structure of the back bone structure and the extremely developed back muscles drive the wings, and they can easily blow three or four adult strong men away.
His eyes can withstand the blowing of high-speed winds, his eyesight is as good as that of an eagle, and he has a special breathing membrane that can extract oxygen from the air at extreme speeds. When flying at full speed, his speed can even exceed the fastest flight in nature frigate bird.
But apart from this, Angel Warren doesn't really have the capital to compete with his opponents.
The energy weapon in Spirit Butterfly's hand is extremely sharp and can change shape arbitrarily. At the same time, it has a blazing burning effect. Warren is always hovering in the air to avoid various attacks from Spirit Butterfly, but he will be cut if he gets close.
Hoo, hoo, hoo.
Warren pressed the bleeding wound on his chest, flapped his wings and soared at an altitude of more than 20 meters, not giving Psylocke a chance to jump up to him suddenly.
"I thought it was said that the academy that gathers the most talented mutants in the world, even if not all of them are real fighters, should not have any wimps who fear war and run away!"
Spiritie stood up on the ground with one hand. She put away her energy weapon and only held the long sword that had not been opened. She danced casually and provocatively, and then looked at the referee aside and said proudly:
"Ms. Referee, avoid and don't fight! How to judge."
(end of this chapter)