Chapter 125: The Cure Injected into the Phoenix
On a scenic island paradise—
It had now become a battlefield strewn with corpses.
The Hellfire Club members, originally vacationing on the island, were ambushed by the arriving Brotherhood of Mutants.
Mid-battle, the X-Men suddenly intervened, turning it into a chaotic three-way confrontation.
Most of the fallen mutants belonged to the Brotherhood.
They were just disposable cannon fodder—no one cared how many died, and people couldn't even name them.
Magneto had opened the fight with a sneak attack on Azazel to prevent his escape.
Unfortunately, Azazel still managed to slip away.
The good news? The Black King didn't.
The others didn't really matter.
Facing Magneto's overwhelming assault, the Black King was forced to unleash his trump card—absorbing the energy of a nuclear warhead to tank the attack head-on.
Now, the surrounding sea was littered with floating dead fish, most of them killed by the aftershocks of the energy blast.
The island itself had sunk several meters, while Magneto drew out the embedded metals and used them in countless forms to continue his assault.
Charles and the others arrived shortly after.
At the center of the battlefield stood two key figures—both wearing psychic-blocking helmets.
Charles's telepathy was completely useless.
All he could do was command the X-Men to engage the remaining Hellfire members.
Suddenly, a force field materialized out of thin air on the battlefield.
It was Apocalypse, arriving with his subordinates.
There was no need to hide anymore.
He was confident he could wipe out all three factions and then declare to the world the dawn of mutant rule.
"Hi hi hi…"
Allen was the first to speak:
"You all fell into our trap! Big Boss Apocalypse is about to conquer the world. If you kneel right now and beg to join us, I can guarantee weekends off, an eight-hour workday, and a net salary of 3,000 bucks after full benefits."
"You trying to kill people from overwork? Put away that capitalist grin," Wade said with contempt.
"Still not satisfied?"
Allen replied with righteous indignation:
"Our benefits include heartbreak insurance, foot bath coverage, health spa coverage, massage coverage, and even hemorrhoid insurance. Plus romance bonuses, simp reimbursements, and abortion subsidies. The perks are insane. Don't be unreasonable—after all, all they have to pay is their life, while Boss Apocalypse is footing the bill in cash."
"Hemorrhoid insurance? What the hell?" Wade asked seriously.
"Some people don't like the opposite sex. We have to care for special communities."
You two—enough already.
There's a war going on here.
"Lil' Secret."
At the sight of a blond girl with blunt bangs, Allen immediately abandoned Wade, darting across the battlefield to Mystique.
After finishing off her opponent, Illyana coldly asked, "Aren't we enemies now?"
"Why so serious? I've never been into all this fighting and killing," Allen said as he gently took her hand and led her to the edge of the battlefield.
"What are you doing?"
Illyana yanked her hand away, eyes sharp with a trace of killing intent.
"Why did you betray the school?"
"That's harsh. I just changed jobs."
Allen spoke earnestly:
"It's hard finding work these days. We have to think about our future. Being a superhero doesn't pay well."
"I don't have a future with you," Illyana said with disdain.
"You just keep telling yourself that. You keep running away. I'll keep spoiling you."
Shameless as ever, Allen looked at her with doting affection.
Meanwhile, Apocalypse stepped in to assist Magneto.
The Black King was a massive threat—his power cap was terrifying.
Absorbing a high-yield nuclear warhead's energy, he could kill Apocalypse in seconds.
It was now a 3-on-1.
Yet the Black King, with every gesture, released immense energy and managed to hold his ground against both Magneto and Apocalypse.
As for the rest of the Hellfire Club, they had no such strength and quickly surrendered.
Sandstorms raged.
Magnetic fields surged.
A tornado formed at the center of the battlefield.
Within the swirling vortex, bursts of dazzling flames flashed in and out of view.
"You launch a full attack to draw his attention—I've got a plan," Apocalypse proposed.
"Got it," Magneto replied immediately.
He thrust his hands forward, manipulating the magnetic field, sending a barrage of metallic sand against the Black King's flaming shield.
Meanwhile, Apocalypse's eyes turned pure white, resembling a zombie's lychee-like eyeballs.
The Black King, wholly focused on maintaining his fire shield, suddenly noticed his helmet was disintegrating into sand.
"Damn it!"
By the time he realized what was happening, it was already too late.
In seconds, the helmet that blocked psychic powers had turned to dust.
And the Black King's body froze in place.
At last, Charles saw his chance to shine and unleashed his telepathy.
Instantly, the tornado dissipated.
Magneto released the magnetic field and calmly walked forward, taking out a coin he'd kept close.
"You gave me this once. Now I'm returning it."
The coin, etched with the Axis Powers emblem, slowly floated from his palm, inching toward the Black King.
Under psychic control, the Black King remained fully aware but unable to move.
The coin pierced his forehead and exited through the back of his skull.
With his long-awaited revenge complete, Magneto's eyes held a sense of relief.
And with that, the Hellfire Club was no more.
The remaining members, watching their leader fall, couldn't help but feel a sense of doom.
The war was over.
But all eyes now turned to Apocalypse, Magneto, and Professor X.
Though outwardly finished, a much larger war was still brewing.
Charles never trusted Apocalypse.
He always suspected he had a darker goal.
"Magneto, I helped you. Will you return the favor?" Apocalypse asked solemnly.
"How?"
Clearly, Magneto wasn't about to trust him completely.
If the request went too far, he would refuse outright.
"You and I both want a mutant-led nation. The X-Men are the obstacle in our path. I need you to keep them busy," Apocalypse said bluntly.
In truth, this conflict had always existed between the Brotherhood and the X-Men—a love-hate relationship spanning years.
In Allen's plan, he had specifically suggested planting false accusations, deepening the rift between the two sides, and driving them to irreconcilable conflict.
Charles quickly interjected, "Erik, don't listen to him. He wants us to destroy each other."
But provoking infighting wasn't Apocalypse's ultimate goal.
From the start, the one person he truly wanted to deal with—was the Phoenix.
"Lil' Secretary, I'll be right back."
Finding the big three chatting boring, Allen walked straight over to Jean Grey.
"You're the Phoenix, right?" Allen asked.
"Yes. I am."
Jean instantly recognized him as the lunatic who'd messed with her twice before, so her expression turned cold.
Thwip!
The next second, Jean looked down in shock at the syringe stuck in her arm.
"Feeling weak?" Allen asked smugly.
"I just gave you a dose of the cure. No more Dark Phoenix problem."
All eyes turned toward them.
The moment they heard the word cure, everyone was stunned—he had actually used such a cruel thing.
Apocalypse couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes.
Charles remained calm, thinking maybe this was the best outcome.
Every time he sensed the darkness in Jean, it filled him with dread.
Magneto was completely baffled.
Why the hell had this maniac injected the Phoenix?
Did they have some kind of grudge?
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