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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0285_part_02
Chapter 655
chapter 0285 part 2
Hearing Tony Stark's words, Magneto cast his Gaze towards Jean.
"I'll do it!" Jean nodded, walked to Professor Charles's side, and slightly raised her hands, about to move them towards Professor Charles's temple. "Wait!" Tony Stark suddenly raised his hand, stopping Jean's action.
"Lady, the energy fluctuation on the opposite side of that Passage is very powerful. You just need to sense Professor Charles's position and provide us with a coordinate point..."
"Powerful energy?" Jean turned back to look at Tony Stark, smiled boldly, and then pressed her hands down on Professor Charles's head.
Tony Stark watched the woman with her red hair fluttering and her eyes slightly closed, and for some reason, she reminded him of his old friend, Black Widow.
He was sighing when his corner of the eye suddenly glanced over beside him.
Magneto's figure had moved back slightly at some point.
Meeting Tony Stark's gaze, Magneto gave him a strained smile.
He wasn't afraid of the terrifying Phoenix Force inside Jean's body.
Thinking back to the scene when Apocalypse, as powerful as a deity, turned into ash in the permeating Phoenix Force.
Magneto felt a little apprehensive in his heart.
Jean pressed her hands on Professor Charles's temple, her psionic power invading Professor Charles's mind, sensing that Professor Charles's mental consciousness, originally deep as an abyss and vast as a sea, was now so dry that barely a trace of mental power remained.
Jean's consciousness followed the traces of Professor Charles's mental power, chasing out into the Void Space.
…………
Heaven, in the mythology history of Near Western Civilization,
Heaven is often associated with goodness and holiness.
The greatest wish of Believers of Catholicism and Christianity is to go to Heaven after death.
In the teachings of the Bible, sinners cannot go to Heaven.
So in the Middle Ages, The Church even created something called Indulgence for this purpose.
They claimed that purchasing Indulgence could atone for their sins and allow them to go to Heaven.
For a time, Nobles and Civilians in the Western World competed to buy them, and The Church also earned a fortune from this, once becoming the richest group in the entire European World.
In the myths and legends of any religion, there is an Ideal Land that can embody the ideal of the Believers.
In this Fantasy World, all the beautiful fantasies of the Believers are embodied.
A River of Milk that never runs dry, delicious food everywhere, trees bearing gold and gemstones, naked beauties wearing only light gauze, no need to work, no disease, no pain, only endless lifespan and endless enjoyment.
These ideal perfect worlds are not unchanging; they are constructed based on the needs of real humans. In some religions in modern times, the described ideal world even includes game rooms always connected to the internet, and even the Guiding Angel has been replaced by the Goddess.
The Buddhist School has the Pure Land of Bliss, Catholicism has Heaven, Asgard has Valhalla...
The Buddhist School speaks of reincarnation, Catholicism claims going to Heaven after death, and Asgard speaks of entering Valhalla after dying heroically in battle.
Not a single religion speaks of the present, it's all the future, after death, the next life, reincarnation.
The reason Illusory things are beautiful is because they are far away; seeing things from a distance is the most beautiful.
Once in close contact, it's like how a peacock spreading its tail is brilliant from a distance, but once approached, what is seen is the ugly rear revealed behind the peacock's spread tail; after the colorful feathers, only ugliness remains.
Above this Rolling Sea of Clouds, before the towering Heaven's Gate, under the illumination of quiet and ancient Holy Light, a conflict is breaking out.
A handsome Angel with hundreds of pairs of light feathers spread out behind him held a divine sword burning with blazing sacred flame, aiming it from afar at Professor Charles.
The rage in those silver eyes could almost burn the entire Sea of Clouds.
Professor Charles looked at the Angel before him, his gaze falling upon the Sword of the Fire God held in Michael's hand. White, Holy White Light shone and entwined on that battle sword.
That was Michael's Holy Power churning.
The Sword of the Fire God, the renown of this legendary weapon echoes through innumerable worlds. The meaning it represents is far greater and heavier than its own existence.
Michael was wearing armor.
Golden armor, with white Holy Light like lightning pulsating like an electric current on Michael's wings behind him.
That head of white long hair danced in the wind. The enraged Michael was like a lion king patrolling its territory; that mountain-like aura was still heavy, still oppressing all living beings.
In Charles's psychic vision,
With Michael as the center, the white radiance formed a floating sea of light. Just one look makes one unable to resist feeling like kneeling.
Divine Might like the sea, it was no exaggeration.
Professor Charles sat in a wheelchair. In the air before him, hundreds and thousands of Angels stood with their backs to him, holding holy lightsabers, blocking in front of Michael.
They blocked his Passage to the Reality World.
"Mortal! You want to block me!"
Among the smooth wings behind Michael, some broken wings were vaguely visible. At the base of the broken wings, charred marks could be clearly seen.
Michael at this moment could be said to be extremely enraged. The pain of being torn on his body made him wish he could immediately rush to the Reality Dimension and cut that Black Python into countless pieces.
But this human before him actually dared to block him!
"Angel, in the Bible, represents holiness! Your actions don't look like an Angel's!"
Professor Charles's figure was a bit illusory; that was the manifestation of his vast psionic power being consumed to the extreme.
Just now, he had struggled to break free from the Sound of the Doomsday Horn, escaping from the ocean of Doomsday Curses from almost endless Believers...
……………………………
Just now, Professor Charles used all his strength to block the action of this enraged Angel before him from descending upon the Current World.
Not long ago, before this Golden Light shining Heaven's Gate, a Void Channel appeared. On the opposite side of the Void Channel, Professor Charles sensed many familiar mental fluctuations.
His own students Scott and Jean, his old friend Magneto, and that familiar Utopia belonging to Mutants, which they had struggled for decades to build.
The moment he confirmed that the opposite side was the Reality World, Professor Charles didn't think much at all. He directly used all his strength, using psychic ability to control tens of thousands of Angels, blocking this angry guy before him.
But Charles didn't expect the degree of this Archangel's anger, nor did he expect someone (a snake) in the Current World would be so crazy as to directly devour Michael's descending Sacred Soul, which was equivalent to directly tearing off a piece of Michael's soul. That kind of Soul tearing pain was a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than cutting a piece of flesh from an Ordinary Person.
This directly woke up Michael's Main Body slumbering in the Sea of Faith on Paradise Mountain. Professor Charles's ability in the Mental Domain is unmatched; he could sense Michael's enraged emotions.
This guy was almost driven mad by the pain.
(end of chapter)
Hearing Tony Stark's words, Magneto cast his Gaze towards Jean.
"I'll do it!" Jean nodded, walked to Professor Charles's side, and slightly raised her hands, about to move them towards Professor Charles's temple. "Wait!" Tony Stark suddenly raised his hand, stopping Jean's action.
"Lady, the energy fluctuation on the opposite side of that Passage is very powerful. You just need to sense Professor Charles's position and provide us with a coordinate point..."
"Powerful energy?" Jean turned back to look at Tony Stark, smiled boldly, and then pressed her hands down on Professor Charles's head.
Tony Stark watched the woman with her red hair fluttering and her eyes slightly closed, and for some reason, she reminded him of his old friend, Black Widow.
He was sighing when his corner of the eye suddenly glanced over beside him.
Magneto's figure had moved back slightly at some point.
Meeting Tony Stark's gaze, Magneto gave him a strained smile.
He wasn't afraid of the terrifying Phoenix Force inside Jean's body.
Thinking back to the scene when Apocalypse, as powerful as a deity, turned into ash in the permeating Phoenix Force.
Magneto felt a little apprehensive in his heart.
Jean pressed her hands on Professor Charles's temple, her psionic power invading Professor Charles's mind, sensing that Professor Charles's mental consciousness, originally deep as an abyss and vast as a sea, was now so dry that barely a trace of mental power remained.
Jean's consciousness followed the traces of Professor Charles's mental power, chasing out into the Void Space.
…………
Heaven, in the mythology history of Near Western Civilization,
Heaven is often associated with goodness and holiness.
The greatest wish of Believers of Catholicism and Christianity is to go to Heaven after death.
In the teachings of the Bible, sinners cannot go to Heaven.
So in the Middle Ages, The Church even created something called Indulgence for this purpose.
They claimed that purchasing Indulgence could atone for their sins and allow them to go to Heaven.
For a time, Nobles and Civilians in the Western World competed to buy them, and The Church also earned a fortune from this, once becoming the richest group in the entire European World.
In the myths and legends of any religion, there is an Ideal Land that can embody the ideal of the Believers.
In this Fantasy World, all the beautiful fantasies of the Believers are embodied.
A River of Milk that never runs dry, delicious food everywhere, trees bearing gold and gemstones, naked beauties wearing only light gauze, no need to work, no disease, no pain, only endless lifespan and endless enjoyment.
These ideal perfect worlds are not unchanging; they are constructed based on the needs of real humans. In some religions in modern times, the described ideal world even includes game rooms always connected to the internet, and even the Guiding Angel has been replaced by the Goddess.
The Buddhist School has the Pure Land of Bliss, Catholicism has Heaven, Asgard has Valhalla...
The Buddhist School speaks of reincarnation, Catholicism claims going to Heaven after death, and Asgard speaks of entering Valhalla after dying heroically in battle.
Not a single religion speaks of the present, it's all the future, after death, the next life, reincarnation.
The reason Illusory things are beautiful is because they are far away; seeing things from a distance is the most beautiful.
Once in close contact, it's like how a peacock spreading its tail is brilliant from a distance, but once approached, what is seen is the ugly rear revealed behind the peacock's spread tail; after the colorful feathers, only ugliness remains.
Above this Rolling Sea of Clouds, before the towering Heaven's Gate, under the illumination of quiet and ancient Holy Light, a conflict is breaking out.
A handsome Angel with hundreds of pairs of light feathers spread out behind him held a divine sword burning with blazing sacred flame, aiming it from afar at Professor Charles.
The rage in those silver eyes could almost burn the entire Sea of Clouds.
Professor Charles looked at the Angel before him, his gaze falling upon the Sword of the Fire God held in Michael's hand. White, Holy White Light shone and entwined on that battle sword.
That was Michael's Holy Power churning.
The Sword of the Fire God, the renown of this legendary weapon echoes through innumerable worlds. The meaning it represents is far greater and heavier than its own existence.
Michael was wearing armor.
Golden armor, with white Holy Light like lightning pulsating like an electric current on Michael's wings behind him.
That head of white long hair danced in the wind. The enraged Michael was like a lion king patrolling its territory; that mountain-like aura was still heavy, still oppressing all living beings.
In Charles's psychic vision,
With Michael as the center, the white radiance formed a floating sea of light. Just one look makes one unable to resist feeling like kneeling.
Divine Might like the sea, it was no exaggeration.
Professor Charles sat in a wheelchair. In the air before him, hundreds and thousands of Angels stood with their backs to him, holding holy lightsabers, blocking in front of Michael.
They blocked his Passage to the Reality World.
"Mortal! You want to block me!"
Among the smooth wings behind Michael, some broken wings were vaguely visible. At the base of the broken wings, charred marks could be clearly seen.
Michael at this moment could be said to be extremely enraged. The pain of being torn on his body made him wish he could immediately rush to the Reality Dimension and cut that Black Python into countless pieces.
But this human before him actually dared to block him!
"Angel, in the Bible, represents holiness! Your actions don't look like an Angel's!"
Professor Charles's figure was a bit illusory; that was the manifestation of his vast psionic power being consumed to the extreme.
Just now, he had struggled to break free from the Sound of the Doomsday Horn, escaping from the ocean of Doomsday Curses from almost endless Believers...
……………………………
Just now, Professor Charles used all his strength to block the action of this enraged Angel before him from descending upon the Current World.
Not long ago, before this Golden Light shining Heaven's Gate, a Void Channel appeared. On the opposite side of the Void Channel, Professor Charles sensed many familiar mental fluctuations.
His own students Scott and Jean, his old friend Magneto, and that familiar Utopia belonging to Mutants, which they had struggled for decades to build.
The moment he confirmed that the opposite side was the Reality World, Professor Charles didn't think much at all. He directly used all his strength, using psychic ability to control tens of thousands of Angels, blocking this angry guy before him.
But Charles didn't expect the degree of this Archangel's anger, nor did he expect someone (a snake) in the Current World would be so crazy as to directly devour Michael's descending Sacred Soul, which was equivalent to directly tearing off a piece of Michael's soul. That kind of Soul tearing pain was a thousand, ten thousand times more painful than cutting a piece of flesh from an Ordinary Person.
This directly woke up Michael's Main Body slumbering in the Sea of Faith on Paradise Mountain. Professor Charles's ability in the Mental Domain is unmatched; he could sense Michael's enraged emotions.
This guy was almost driven mad by the pain.
(end of chapter)
