Chapter 67.1 : Charles Death!

In the chamber, a chilling crimson power surged relentlessly.

Wherever it swept, walls crumbled, wooden boards splintered, and bookshelves with their tomes turned to ash, as if the passage of centuries had been compressed into moments.

The Phoenix Force, capable of disintegrating and annihilating all matter.

Within the villa, besides Professor Xavier, Magneto, Wolverine, Storm, and others found themselves immobilized under the oppressive grip of the terrifying psychokinetic force.

Their expressions mirrored sheer horror.

For this Psychokinesis surpassed their comprehension, radiating a potency so overwhelming it instilled fear in their very hearts.

Wolverine, closest to the source, felt an additional unease. Despite the torment of contortion, she strained toward the bedroom, step by agonizing step.

"Out! Leave!" Inside the room, veins bulged on Jean's face, rendering her visage somewhat grotesque.

Her gaze upon Professor X brimmed with malice and rage.

Yet, even amidst this turmoil, Professor X refused to relinquish hope of redemption.

His formidable telepathic might inundated Jean's psyche, endeavoring to strip away, subdue, and restore lucidity to her beset consciousness.

Confronted by the professor's efforts to quell her and reclaim control of her mind, Jean's eyes blazed with murderous intent.

Meanwhile, the Phoenix Force, consuming everything within, intensified its rampage.

Beneath its destructive onslaught, Professor Xavier's form disintegrated at a visible pace—first his limbs, then his torso…

Throughout, his countenance remained serene, gazing upon the fleeing Jean with compassion, he softly entreated, "Jean, do not let it command you."

With these words uttered, he succumbed to ash under the force of annihilation.

Observing this spectacle, Magneto, still ensnared by Psychokinesis, widened his eyes, disbelief mingling with anguish, and a profound sense of disorientation.

He never anticipated that Charles would meet his demise at the hands of the berserk Jean.

His intention was merely to take her, never to entertain the notion of taking her life.

Similarly, this scene was fraught with tension. Wolverine, who had cracked the door open, beheld it, his eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and sorrow.

With the professor's demise, the spiritual influence that had always sought to enter Jean's mind and aid in her self-control dissipated as well.

In its wake, the unleashed Psychokinesis of Destruction surged with fury within Jean's body.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

As Psychokinesis vanished, Wolverine, Storm, Nightcrawler, and the others pinned to the villa's ceiling all crashed down to the floor.

Simultaneously, the villa, manipulated by Psychokinesis, plummeted with a resounding crash, causing the ground to tremble.

Sensing the professor's aura vanish, the dissipating Psychokinesis left Carl in the distance emitting a deep roar, his eyes widening.

He seized Juggernaut's leg as the latter attempted to rise from the ground and relentlessly pounded it, causing the ground to fracture, his actions brimming with violence.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

Juggernaut, subjected to such humiliation and pummeling, seethed with extreme rage in Carl's grip, struggling ferociously but unable to break free.

Though Juggernaut and Carl were closely matched in overall strength, in terms of speed, Carl's reactions were leagues ahead. Moreover, having mastered the intricacies of boxing and reached the pinnacle of his fighting prowess, Carl had the upper hand with no room for Juggernaut to retaliate.

As a veteran of countless life-and-death struggles, Magneto forcibly suppressed the grief welling within him, his expression impassive as he rose to his feet and slowly approached the room.

Gazing at the red-haired woman seated on the ground, Magneto spoke softly at last: "I understand. This was not your intent."

"Let us depart from this place."

With those words, he gently raised the absent-minded Jean.

In that moment, Jean's mind was a blank canvas, consumed by remorse for the slaying of Professor X, her senses dulled by shock, and her actions driven by the madness she had unleashed.

In her heart, it felt like a constant battle between two voices.

One insisted that the professor deserved death for his desire to control her.

While the other voice argued against it, insisting that it was wrong, that things shouldn't be this way.

Conflicted, Jean was guided out of the decrepit villa by Magneto.

Observing this scene, Arclight and Quill endured their pain and swiftly rose to follow.

Once they exited the villa, the trio gazed in awe at the red-haired woman supported by Magneto.

The power she had just unleashed was overwhelming and terrifying, leaving them paralyzed in its wake.

"Where's the Juggernaut?" Magneto, emerging from the yard, scanned the area and noticed one of his men was missing.

Among the three, Quill hesitated briefly before whispering, "We saw him engaged in combat with the teenager under the professor's command when we entered the room."

Furrowing his brow, Magneto surveyed the potholes, shattered trees, and crumbling villas, his lips twitching.

It felt like a battlefield, ravaged by war.

Suddenly, vibrations emanated from the direction of the town's exit, grabbing their attention.

Magneto glanced upwards, contemplating for a moment.

"Let's go and investigate."