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Chapter 952: No one agreed to cooperate.

Peter found Rasputin's move strangely familiar, resembling Cyclops's ability, but considering the seemingly chaotic gene pool of mutants, he couldn't make a definitive conclusion. He could only watch as Maximus "committed suicide" and flew away, followed by the large, fat dog, suggesting he might not be dead.

"Sorry, I can't stand crazy talk."

Rasputin tucked his long hair behind his ear to avoid obscuring his eyes. Deadpool, who heard this, chuckled and said, "Wow, as far as I know, lunatics always say that. I hate lunatics."

"Do you hate lunatics, Mr. Wade Wilson?"

"Me? Of course I don't dislike it."

"Are you mentally ill?"

Such a simple question, yet it made Deadpool ponder. Seeing this, Peter couldn't help but sigh. "Just say 'I'm not,' and all this would be solved, wouldn't it? What, are you planning to let your reputation as a lunatic continue?"

Peter shook his head and then looked at Rasputin: "From our perspective, it's probably difficult to agree to your request. Besides, the provider of the Terrigen Mist has already... well, committed suicide."

Peter glanced back at the hole in the wall. He was now even more certain that Maximus wasn't dead, because the other man was riding his dog and had already entered the range of his aura perception. Rasputin, who had heard Peter speak, smiled, then sprawled across the coffee table, without even moving his steak plate, and moved closer to where Maximus had been sitting, picking up a piece of Terrigen Crystal that hadn't yet been activated.

It's obvious that this is the very piece Maximus was planning to use to kill everyone.

"Aha, now we have it. Well, friends, in short, in a few days, that princess will be dead." Rasputin laughed heartily. "I will fulfill my mission and get rid of that princess. Then you can do whatever you want, and as for me, I'll probably be in some farm by then."

This wasn't a lie, of course, but Rasputin hadn't said he was going back to the farm to farm. Peter looked at him suspiciously, then shook his head and got up to leave. Just then, looking at the Terrigen crystal, Rasputin added another piece of free information: "There's something else, very important, my friend. Don't you want to hear it?"

"No, we'll figure it out ourselves—"

"It's not just you guys who have outside help from St. Petersburg; Magneto also has outside help, though I'm not talking about him."

Rasputin's words didn't attract Peter's attention. After he gestured to Iliana, she teleported him away. Deadpool dusted himself off and stood up: "Alright, I've filmed everything. Now all we have to do is hand it over to Stryker, and we can have fish and chips!"

And so a large group of Deadpools left in a grand procession, leaving only Maximus, who had not yet arrived, and the archangel who remained in place.

The archangel looked at Rasputin, and for some reason, he felt a deep disgust for the madman before him. However, he said nothing, as the Scarlet Witch's death was a necessary prerequisite for their attack. Apocalypse's strength and abilities were immense; he could even evolve almost any mutant's mutant powers on his own.

But it is precisely because of this that Apocalypse is certain he cannot obtain the Scarlet Witch's powerful reality-altering abilities, and that is why he is so wary of this place. Apocalypse himself even deduced that if the Scarlet Witch's power were to be fully unleashed, it might be able to defeat the Beyonder.

"And when that time comes, no one will be able to refuse the arrival of the Apocalyptic Era."

"He's already here," Rasputin pointed out, "he just isn't here."

Rasputin was dragged into the bathroom by his bodyguards, who then washed his hair and gave him a bath. They changed him into a clean suit, dried his hair, and then took him into the palace.

The master of St. Petersburg, Tsar Eric Lancher, sat on one side of the chessboard, holding a metal piece in his hand, while a game of chess endgame was laid out on the table.

Rasputin glanced at the chessboard, rudely burped, and sat down. Magneto didn't move a piece: "What did they say?"

"Just as you described, Charles Xavier's men are compassionate and do not agree with my plan. Apocalypse's side neither agrees nor disagrees, but I can tell they are waiting for me."

Bored, Rasputin began picking lice off his body: "And Maximus, just as you said, is a completely insane madman, or perhaps only madness can make more sense of his plans."

Magneto finally made a move: "Where are Stryker's men?"

"Well, they brought in a lunatic to solve this problem, so much so that I have absolutely no idea what they're thinking."

""

Rasputin envisioned a convincing scenario: "In a few days, a large number of Charles Xavier's mutants will appear in the palace. They will stop me from poisoning the palace and hope that you will do everything possible not to harm your precious daughter."

"Charles Xavier is not the kind of good guy you're talking about. I remember him holding a bomb, ready to blow me up, and I broke his spine. We didn't have any personal relationship. He's not a good guy."

"Ah—that's true, I haven't experienced that." Rasputin finished speaking, sat up in his chair, and then changed the subject: "In short, I've scouted out the enemies you'll be facing today, that's all. What that evil master plans to do is none of my business."

Magneto simply nodded calmly, while Rasputin yawned, looked around, and then looked at Magneto again: "Well then, let's talk about the reward. Just like we agreed, I need you to help me open a path to the Earth's core."

Magneto nodded, then countered with, "Why are you so fixated on the Earth's core?"

"Just a spontaneous remark. Don't you think the Battle Realm is ingeniously crafted?" Rasputin laughed. "Think about it, a full 52 worlds merged into one. In other words, these were originally 52 different universes. So, how peculiar must the Earth's core, the place that connects everything, be!"

"I can guarantee that the secret of the transcendent is hidden there."