Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 91 Are you interested in talking, Supreme Mage

"Will he identify with mutants?"

In the seaside hotel on Anna Maria Island, in a luxurious suite, a glamorous woman with white skin held a glass of red wine and handed it to Sebastian Xiao.

"Namor-Mackenzie is not like ordinary people, whose spirit is fragile, and his thinking is at my disposal. I can only guide him from the side to make him believe in the correct theory of mutant supremacy."

Sebastian Xiao smiled confidently, took the wine glass and said: "Of course. I can see the flaws of Namor McKenzie at a glance. He is not the kind of strong-willed person. His face is full of confusion, hesitation, He has no direction and is an easy-to-control puppet candidate."

The glamorous woman nodded, and when she went deep into Namor's thoughts, she felt a particularly obvious depression.

"If I hadn't cooperated with Hydra before, I would not have known that in this world, apart from humans, mutants, and Atlanteans! They exist in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean and have never been discovered by outsiders."

Sebastian was a little excited. Since the collapse of the Third Reich, he took everyone in the Hellfire Club into hiding.

This mad scientist is not a contented and ordinary person.

On the contrary, Sebastian is hungry for power and ambitious, and has always regarded mutants as tools and weapons.

Therefore, he hoped to find an opportunity to lead the Hellfire Club to rise.

But a world war has just ended, the order has begun to be rebuilt, power has been reshuffled, and there is no room for mutants to develop.

"The Atlanteans lived at the bottom of the ocean. They were born different from humans. They had blue skin and could breathe underwater."

Sebastian talked about the information he got from Hydra, "Namor-Mackenzie is an exception. He was born of the princess of Atlantis and an American captain, with human skin color and appearance, once Therefore, they were discriminated against and expelled from Atlantis."

"Hydra had contact with Atlantis?"

The glamorous woman was a little amazed at the strength of that huge organization.

"Although the Red Skull was defeated, the strength of the Hydra is still preserved. They have done a lot of research on ancient human civilization, and it is not surprising to know the existence of Atlantis."

Sebastian tasted the red wine, and said softly: "Emma, ​​relying solely on mutants is temporarily unable to fight against the huge society established by humans."

"We have a chance if we let them kill each other and consume each other."

"And this happens to be what humans are best at!"

The glamorous woman named "Emma Frost" listened silently. She was the "White Queen" of the Hellfire Club, second only to Sebastian Shaw.

With similar psychic abilities to Professor Bald, who can read other people's thoughts and memories, and even carry out forced modification and control, they are rare alpha-level mutants.

If Sebastian Shaw hadn't found a special material to isolate the spirit in the Soviet Union and made it into a helmet.

She would still be restrained by the White Queen, let alone convince her to join the Hellfire Club.

"What about Superman?"

The White Queen turned on the TV and stared at the young major general who flashed by in the news.

"Luke Cavill is a tricky opponent, but it's not as scary as I imagined. When I master my abilities and add your mind control, sooner or later this Superman will kneel at the feet of the Hellfire Club."

Sebastian is energetic, he can absorb all forms of energy, transform and release it.

These include electrical energy, thermal energy, kinetic energy, etc. It can be said that even if tanks and bombers go into battle together, they may not be able to hurt the black king of the Hellfire Club.

The only flaw may be that Sebastian's energy storage has an upper limit.

Once it exceeds, it will explode and die.

"I once thought about helping the Third Reich and destroying Luke Cavill. However, at that time, I was not enough to fully control the ability. Now it is different, and I have obtained a deeper evolution."

Sebastian looked at the sea under the night, full of ambition.

He has carefully studied Superman's ability, which is nothing more than a substantial enhancement of physical fitness, plus flying and heat vision.

It happened to be restrained by myself!

"Wait until I convince Namor MacKenzie to let him join the Hellfire Club and recognize his identity as a mutant before I go to trouble with that Superman."

Sebastian looked at the tall figure reflected in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and said with a smile, "By the way, save the red devil Asazuo and the others."

Emma the White Queen frowned slightly, but did not express her opinion.

Outside the window, gloomy dark clouds slowly gathered.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

……

……

Offices at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in Washington, DC.

Luke turned his seat so his back was toward the door.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows that look like glass curtain walls, you can look at the bright night view of the Potomac River.

Thoughts ebb and flow like waves, settling into plans or ideas.

When the night got darker, Luke, who was leaning on the seat, seemed to sense something, and frowned.

The solid space was cut, and the sparks of magic danced endlessly.

The scent of incense from Kathmandu, and the bells chanting, drifted over.

"I've been waiting for you, Master Ancient One."

With a glass of whiskey in his right hand, Luke's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "I thought you would have come earlier."

"For example, in Brooklyn, or Sicily, Rome, or even Paris. I didn't expect that our first meeting would be in Washington DC."

The folded and changing empty space opened a circular passage, and a figure in a yellow robe came lightly.

Lifting the hood that concealed his face, a shiny bald head appeared.

"You guessed it, I'll come over?"

The uninvited guest asked with great interest.

"I'm just always ready, waiting for the day when the supreme mage comes to my door."

Luke turned the seat, put down the glass in his hand, and looked directly at the other person.

"There will always be such a day, won't it? What do you think of people like me? Stowaways, or visitors from other worlds?"

The young major general of the military didn't try to hide it at all, and asked the question directly.

Since the supreme mage came to the door on his own initiative, he must have known his identity to some extent.

Pretending to be ignorant and continuing to pretend to be stupid will only make the other party look down on me for nothing.

In the Marvel studio, most of the bald heads are more difficult to deal with.

For example, some mutant professor who was a child.

Or the Supreme Mage who appeared in front of him.

Their existence makes one have to suspect that a bald head is very likely a sign of a strong man.

Or, is there some kind of bonus to individual strength?

Having said that, Thanos has no hair?

And Nick Fury—forget it, Director Braised Egg has no other skills other than embezzlement of public funds.

Luke's eyes were stunned, as if he had discovered some amazing secret.

"There are many kinds."

The Supreme Mage seemed to have also entered into this mode of conversation. With a slight lift of his right arm, the seat automatically slid over.

She sat in a chair and met Luke face to face.

"The three sanctuaries often capture strange souls from other dimensions or different worlds. The usual measure for them is to send them back."

The supreme mage said patiently.

"Occasionally there are exceptions. For example, when the dimensions overlap and the space is turbulent, many innocent people are unfortunately killed, and their souls pass through the gap between the dimensional space and the universe. After judging that there is no danger, the sanctuary will give a shelter place."

Luke adjusted his sitting position, as if trying to make himself more comfortable.

The Supreme Mage is the protector of the earth. What she and the three sanctuaries maintain is not world peace, but the balance and stability of the multi-dimensional space.

In fact, the group of mages generally has little interest in the fierce disputes in the human world.

Even the Third Reich won, colonized the world, and promoted extreme racial theories.

Most of the three sanctuaries and Karma Taj will not intervene to change the historical trajectory that should have happened.

The enemies worthy of their vigilance are the many demons in hell, the dimensional demon gods who are coveting.

"Which one am I? Someone who needs to be deported, or an innocent person in protective custody?"

Luke asked calmly.

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