In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 63 After a few minutes of busy work, Master Mei decided to call for more people.

"That's really something—"

Lorna frowned and said, "Where did they find such good stuff—did it fall out of the hole too?"

"That's hard to say," Charles said. "Perhaps we'll have to ask Eric himself to confirm."

"Wait a minute." Lorna suddenly realized, "If this thing can block telepathy, then how come?"

"Just like how excessive voltage can break down an insulator," the professor chuckled. "Although the black mud limited me for a long time, it also helped me grow—if it were now, perhaps even Eric's helmet would be—"

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's do it!" Lorna immediately perked up. "Take down all those stinking idiots!"

"Now is not the time, and watch your words, Lorna."

Charles frowned and said, "Eric's actions this time are very unusual. It's best not to make any rash moves until we understand the situation."

Quicksilver has been defeated.

Outside the academy, Zhu Shuai suddenly spoke up: "The psionic energy I left on him has gone dormant because he fainted instantly from a high-intensity mental attack—the one who did it must be the professor."

"As expected?"

Eric closed his eyes and shook his head with some regret: "Although I hope Peter will do well, given his personality, failure wouldn't be surprising."

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"Peter—has he been arrested?"

Beside him, Wanda suddenly said, "I—I'll go save him."

"Wait, Wanda."

Eric intervened, saying, "Charles won't do anything to him. At most, he'll be locked up for a while. It's no big deal. We just need to proceed steadily and then bring him back."

"Father—do we really have to do this?"

Wanda asked hesitantly, "I heard from Peter that the Brotherhood and the X-Men have hardly clashed in recent years. Why are you suddenly mobilizing such a strong force for a general offensive?"

"Wanda, you've only recently regained consciousness and your understanding of the situation isn't complete."

Eric said in a deep and clear voice, "I've done a lot of impulsive things before, but this time is different—this operation is necessary. The conflict between mutants must be resolved in the shortest possible time. Charles and I must settle this."

"Why—?" Wanda asked blankly.

“Because of the future, Wanda,” Eric replied, “if I don’t do this here, the future that Moira showed me will come to pass.”

"Listen carefully, I'm going to assign the formation."

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On the way, Scott started pointing fingers at the others: "Piotr and I will deal with the Juggernaut, Logan, you take care of Meatball and Sabertooth. As for Mason, can you handle the Great Mammoth? He doesn't have any special abilities, he's just strong."

I'll give it a try.

Mason replied, "Besides my mutant abilities, I have some other special skills. If I use them properly, dealing with a big, dumb guy shouldn't be a problem."

"Very well, then it's decided."

Scott said decisively, "After you two take down the opponent, come to support me and Piotr immediately. A Red Tank is no joke. To be honest, even if the four of us go together, we can probably only slow him down. But that's enough."

"So, am I really going to get beaten up again?"

Colossus murmured, "And it's that bastard Cain again—damn it, this is the sixth time already. Couldn't he just find some other time to choke on his water?"

"Haha, stop joking." Scott ruthlessly interrupted his complaint. "Getting beaten up is your destiny, Piotr. Blame your abilities if you have to."

"etc."

Logan suddenly spoke up, "I smell Victor. They're in the woods up ahead."

"—Let's go then!" Scott clenched his fist and shouted, "Give it your all! Fight on!—Don't look at me like that, isn't it normal to shout slogans before a battle?"

The group of four rushed quickly to a wooded area in the southeast of the academy, and soon saw four figures of different heights but all extremely strong.

Juggernaut, Professor Charles's nominal younger brother, a chosen one of the evil god Cyttorak, and a famous strongman in Marvel, is one of the few beings who can go toe-to-toe with the Hulk.

Sabretooth, a substitute character who doesn't have an adamantium skeleton but whose stats are higher than Wolverine's, is probably based on his appearance in this world, where he is Logan's brother.

Meatball is a fat guy whose defensive capabilities can be described in abstract terms. He can stand still and be hit by a cannonball without any problem. Almost all impacts can be absorbed and neutralized by his fat body. He is a werewolf.

There are also giant mammoths and tall mutants with elephant heads.

Just as Logan could smell the saber-toothed tiger from afar, the other side had also spotted the four of them long ago.

There wasn't much pre-battle trash talk. Once their eyes met, everyone except Mason and Scott roared as if they had been given a berserk buff. Their core idea was as simple as just one word: fight!

Colossus steadied himself in a horse stance, took out two heavy machine guns from his back, roared, pointed the guns at the four men opposite him, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Deafening gunfire rang out in succession. Bullets as long as a hand were ignited, roaring forward with enough kinetic energy to easily penetrate concrete walls and even steel plates. Colossus's strong physique allowed him to completely suppress the recoil, and the fire control system inside his armor clearly indicated the target. Driven by all these factors, a jet of metal at two thousand rounds per second accurately struck the opponent from a distance of nearly one hundred meters. The result was close to zero.

The moment they saw Colossus raise his gun, Sabretooth and Mammoth immediately hid behind Meatball and Juggernaut respectively. Given their insane defensive capabilities, Colossus's machine gun caliber was clearly inferior. The former was already pinned to the spot by the impact and could not move, his fat trembling wildly like a lake under a downpour under the bullets. But the latter just grinned and strode forward, enduring the terrifying metal storm.

"Holy crimson!" Mason's scalp tingled at the sight, but he didn't forget his assigned duty. He immediately moved back to the side of the Juggernaut, took down the M16 behind it, and fired a burst at the giant Mammoth behind it—

Even with the amnesia buff weakening his aim, Cecily's marksmanship was still quite accurate. Almost all the hollow-point bullets in a magazine hit their mark, but the result was like hitting BBs on clothes – they were all blown away by the tough elephant skin bullets.

Dude, can't you show some respect for modern weaponry?

Scott, who had also flanked to the side, fired more than a dozen lasers, most of which were aimed at the saber-toothed tiger and the mammoth. His intention was to take down the relatively weaker enemies first, but unfortunately, the effect was not very good.

The laser that hit the saber-toothed tiger pierced through seven or eight holes on the spot, but this guy's self-healing ability was stronger than Logan's in normal condition. What were these mere fatal wounds? He took a breath and his health was fully restored. The mammoth had taken a few hard hits, but this guy had a high level of physical defense. Even though it immediately showed signs of severe burns, this level of injury was obviously not enough to stop its movement.

At that moment, Colossus's gun barrel had turned red-hot from the continuous rapid fire, and Juggernaut had already arrived not far in front of him.

"Tsk—it wasn't that smooth sailing?"

Scott sighed inwardly, then retreated a distance, no longer spreading his firepower, and instead fired a large laser directly at the Red Tank.

Of course, this was far from enough to penetrate the Red Tank's tough body; it only knocked him off balance.

"Two little bugs—"

The Red Tank sneered, "Watch how I crush you all."

At this moment, Logan also circled around to the side of the meatball and saber-toothed tiger and pounced wildly, while Mason switched to his air gun and fired five shots at the giant mammoth.

Matchmaking is complete, the real battle is about to begin!

The giant mammoth is a rare minor character in the X-Men series. If Mason hadn't read enough magazines, he wouldn't even remember that such a character existed in Marvel.

Although he is just a burly mutant with a head like an elephant and his ability is just a common physical enhancement, being simple and unpretentious is not the same as being weak. If this were in some fighting comics, someone who weighs over 500 pounds, can withstand the rapid fire of an M16, and whose strength is probably measured in tons would at least be a final boss.

For Mason now, the giant mammoth is also a dung monster.

Damn it, if I had known I would encounter this kind of physical challenger, I should have just brought a rocket launcher. 5.56mm hollow-point bullets are like water guns to me, what a rip-off.

Five air blasts sent the nearly 2.5-meter-tall, muscular mutant staggering backward, but clearly did not cause any significant damage; they merely separated him from the Juggernaut.

That's enough, though. The Juggernaut and the Mammoth are on completely different levels. If we don't keep our distance, we might get hit in the face by some unknown area-of-effect attack.

Mason sighed, unloaded the grenade belt from his shoulder, quickly ripped off the pins of all the high-explosive grenades, and threw the entire belt at the Mammoth. He then took two steps back, threw away his useless M16, and replaced it with the Remington M870 on his back.

boom!

The sound of the grenade exploding made Mason, who was more than ten meters away, feel a ringing in his ears, but he charged forward without fear, firing eight shots at the tall figure shrouded in smoke, before turning and running without hesitation.

As he ran, he loaded his weapon and glanced back out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the giant mammoth hadn't died; it had even stood up, burst out of the smoke, and stared at Mason with its bloodshot eyes.

The grenades and slugs did inflict damage on him; his entire upper body was a bloody mess, but upon closer inspection, they were all superficial wounds with very little blood flowing out.

Okay, okay, you're a useless piece of trash too.

Mason clicked his tongue, gave up on reloading, and simply tossed the shotgun aside.

It seems that individual firearms are not very effective against these mutants who have undergone a certain degree of physical enhancement.

Damn it, if I had a gravitational wave emission device—or even just a beam gun—this elephant's ashes would have been scattered a dozen times over.

Alright, alright, you're a body-obsessed type, huh? I'll show you what a real body-obsessed type is!

"You've seen the situation; what can you do?"

He urgently contacted Heishi Xiayu.

After working for a few minutes, Master Mei realized that his opponent was too strong and decided to call for reinforcements.

Now is not the time to care about any sense of ceremony. Judging from the elephant's behavior, if we don't think of any other way, it will probably just charge up and crush us into a meat patty—whether its self-healing ability can withstand that kind of injury is anyone's guess.

Besides, what's wrong with calling for help? The fact that I can call for help just proves my connections (and cheat codes), right? Can anyone else call for a super beast right off the bat like I can?

"Well—the one wearing a helmet might be a bit troublesome, he has a strange energy source inside him, but the others—guest, how well do you plan to cook them?" Kuroshi Kasumi replied casually.

"good!"

Without hesitation, Mason replied, "Then the one behind me is first."

The gun barrel exploded due to overheating, signaling the end of the long-range attack.

Now it's time for real men to let their fists do the talking!

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Colossus and Red Tank strode forward simultaneously, one roaring triumphantly, the other laughing bloodthirstyly.

In the next instant, the fist of steel and flesh collided violently.

Both sides used more than 100 tons of force. Every punch and kick seemed simple and unadorned, but they all had the impact force of a full-scale or semi-automatic vehicle. In an instant, visible shockwaves spread in all directions as their bodies collided. Large swaths of the already not very solid soil were blown away, and the originally beautiful forest was quickly turned into wreckage as if it had been bombed by heavy artillery fire.

But after only a few rounds, Colossus was at a disadvantage. His tungsten steel armor, which covered his entire body, was dented in large areas. He himself was forced to retreat step by step and was even thrown away by a punch. He crashed into several trees before landing back on the ground.

That's how it is when you fight based on physical strength. Once your stats are outmatched, there's basically no chance of a comeback. Since joining the X-Men, Colossus and Juggernaut have fought many times, and they've almost always ended up in this situation. It's become a kind of recurring theme.

However, it is by no means easy for Juggernaut to completely defeat Colossus. Colossus's defense is much stronger than his offense, and he has almost no concept of stamina consumption. In other words, unless Colossus is literally beaten into a pancake, it is almost impossible to stop him from fighting.

Juggernaut has that ability, but it's not something that can be achieved with just one or two punches—the last time the two met, Colossus stood in front of him and took a full ten minutes of beatings until reinforcements arrived, without suffering any fatal damage. His damage tolerance was off the charts, let alone the fact that he has reinforcements this time.

From the start of the battle, Scott, who had moved back from a distance, continuously fired lasers at Juggernaut. Although they couldn't penetrate his body or even leave any obvious wounds, the impact was quite effective in controlling and interfering with his progress, preventing Juggernaut from launching an effective offensive against Colossus. When Juggernaut was enraged and wanted to rush over and smash Scott into a pulp, Colossus would do his best to block him, delaying his advance and giving Scott some space to maneuver.

"Tsk—the power output with a helmet on is still too low—"

Although he moved swiftly, Scott was secretly anxious. Despite his and Colossus's furious efforts to pull the Red Tank along, they hadn't managed to inflict even a single effective blow in the battle so far.

Removing the helmet and increasing the laser's power might have an effect, but to unleash a power strong enough to injure a Red Tank would likely cause a massive explosion similar to a tactical nuclear weapon—this isn't an empty wilderness, so that level of power can't be easily unleashed.

Although dragging it out like this wasn't impossible, he was a man with pride, and what he really wanted was to defeat the enemy as soon as possible and then go back to support the others.

"Damn it—"

He was firing lasers while his mind raced.

Logan's battle has reached a fever pitch. Relying on the support of his adamantium skeleton and the saber-toothed tiger's frenzied blood exchange, he fought until flesh and blood flew everywhere, staining a large area of ​​the surrounding soil red. The flesh ball was knocked to the ground by a headbutt half a minute ago and began a peaceful sleep like an infant. It seems that victory is only a matter of time, so there is no need to worry about him.

Where is Mason?

Since the giant mammoth chased Mason into the dense wooded area, Scott had lost sight of them. But they should be alright. The mammoth was incredibly clumsy; even just circling around it would take a considerable amount of time. And Mason possessed a very strong regenerative ability, so it shouldn't be over so quickly—

Suddenly, something flying through the air caught Scott's attention.

That was the Great Mammoth—it flew out of the gap in the trees with rocket-like momentum, crashing into the Red Tank in an almost straight trajectory.

Before he could react, the Red Tank was struck squarely by the 500-pound mammoth and staggered. After turning his head in shock, he was horrified to see his companion with his face twisted and deformed, and his neck tilted in a strange direction.

This kind of injury is not unfamiliar to him. He can slap someone with force beyond what the human body can withstand and send them flying. If he controls it well, he can achieve this effect.

What happened? Who did this? Was it that kid who looked so weak just now? Impossible!

Could it be reinforcements? Other police officers?

There are more experts?!

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