Chapter 90

Mystique moved swiftly, hiding herself in the shadow of the tower, trying to disappear from Jean Grey's sight. However, Jean Grey kept her eyes on her, her floating figure always following not far behind, keeping Mystique in her line of sight.

Soon, Mystique was cornered. She looked around, clearly with no more options for retreat. To protect herself, she once again used her most common tactic.

Scott's image reappeared in front of Jean Grey, standing there, reaching out to call to her.

"Jean, please don't do this. It's me, Scott!"

However, Jean Grey's decisiveness and ruthlessness made her heart tremble. A beam of light detached from her body, transforming into a flying divine bird that charged straight at her. She quickly crouched down, barely managing to dodge this dangerous attack. But the light feathers of the bird still grazed her body.

This seemingly insignificant situation caused her immense damage. A huge wound, as if torn by something, appeared on her back, running from her shoulder to her waist, so deep that part of her bones were visible. Surprisingly, no blood could be seen flowing from the wound.

This was not a good sign, as the actual situation was that the wounds on her body had undergone the same condition as those hit by the divine bird's light. They could no longer maintain their original form, all turning into indistinguishable particles, floating in the air, looking like a layer of dust.

This was an attack at the molecular level. At this point, Jean Grey's power was already capable of disrupting the stability of molecules. Under her influence, matter found it difficult to maintain its original existence, being reduced to a molecular state at the microscopic level, whether it was inorganic steel and concrete or organic flesh and blood.

A flying flame divine bird suddenly darted out from the massive tower. Under the watchful eyes of countless people, a huge chunk of the world-famous Eiffel Tower's steel frame suddenly vanished, as if swallowed by something out of nowhere, leaving not a trace. Only a large hollow space testified to its past existence.

This abnormal phenomenon immediately heightened the already high alertness of the French government. They had already recognized that this was not some strange natural phenomenon but a supernatural event caused by human intervention. This realization instantly touched a nerve in humanity.

The military had already begun to move in this direction, and local police were efficiently evacuating the crowd. The situation had escalated to a certain level.

For Mystique, the situation had long been out of control. She still had a huge wound on her body, and although her special constitution had started to heal this fatal wound, she could not be optimistic. Because the completely transformed Jean Grey had once again lifted her body.

The light around Jean Grey began to spread over a wider area, dark red flames occasionally sweeping across the massive tower, leaving irreparable marks. Of course, some of these also landed on Mystique, causing her great pain. But at this moment, she dared not shout loudly to vent her pain and fear.

She barely maintained Scott's form, calling out to Jean Grey with great effort.

"Jean! Stop, it's me. I can't take it anymore."

"Such a disgusting expression!" Seeing the look on his face, Jean Grey, whose inner personality had already emerged, frowned, a contemptuous smile on her lips. "Do you think such a lowly existence can influence my will?"

As she spoke, an invisible telekinetic force immediately turned into steel-like ropes, deeply cutting into her neck. This force made her breathing difficult, and the bones in her neck began to creak under the strain.

She struggled desperately, but her completely airborne body left her no place to find leverage. She could only flail her limbs in a futile struggle.

"See, your life is in my control. What right do you have to boast in front of me!" Jean Grey's face was twisted and疯狂, she moved Mystique in front of her, staring at her with a hoarse laugh.

Mystique was almost in a state of asphyxiation, but in the last moment before losing consciousness, she made one final effort.

A struggling Zhou Yi appeared in front of Jean Grey. His dying expression made the woman controlled by the inner personality scream, and she immediately loosened her grip, finally releasing her hold on Mystique. But the next moment, an invisible shockwave surged, the powerful force causing the entire base of the Eiffel Tower to shake, and Mystique let out a惨叫, being pressed firmly against the steel wall.

"Change back, change back. You damn bitch!" Her state was extremely疯狂, and she even stopped using her powers, reaching out to choke her neck directly.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Mystique, now in Zhou Yi's form, coughed with great effort. At this moment, she did not dare to change back to any other form. Although the force on her neck was very painful, it was not fatal. If she changed to another form, she did not dare to be sure whether this疯狂 woman would tear her to pieces.

"Ah!" A sharp scream erupted from Jean Grey's throat, the piercing sound carrying terrifying mental waves that repeatedly impacted Raven's brain. Blood began to trickle from the corners of her eyes and nose, an external manifestation of her internal injuries. Despite this, she gritted her teeth and maintained this form.

This had become the lifeline that sustained her, and she had to hold on tightly.

The anger in Jean Grey's heart had accumulated to a certain level. She desperately wanted to strangle the person in her hands, but the emotions deep within her prevented her from exerting the necessary force. Rationality and desire clashed in her mind, constantly eroding her mental barriers.

This fluctuation had already attracted the attention of some people, especially those with ulterior motives.

Mystique, whose thoughts had already become blurred, suddenly changed her appearance. Her eyes became gentle and peaceful, and the aura she exuded became exceptionally calm and inclusive. This kind of aura, neither as sharp as Zhou Yi's nor as cunning as Mystique's, could only belong to one person.

"Jean, calm down. I think you need to control yourself and rest for a while." Professor Charles' voice echoed in Jean Grey's mind, making her even more agitated.

"Charles, you can't control me, you can't confine me. You can't..." Her scream had not yet faded when she collapsed softly to the ground. Charles had already invaded her mind, resealing the Dark Phoenix personality.

After doing this, Charles did not immediately withdraw his consciousness from Mystique's body but began to converse with her in her mind.

"It's been a long time, Raven!" His voice was exceptionally warm, as if speaking to a family member.

In a sense, Mystique Raven was indeed his family. They had grown up together as childhood friends and relatives, like a brother and sister. Unfortunately, in the choice of their future paths, Raven had chosen the Brotherhood represented by Magneto Erik, rather than the school represented by Charles.

However, this did not affect their relationship. Fundamentally, they had never changed.

"It has indeed been a long time, Charles! This is a student you've raised, not like your usual style!" Touching her neck, Mystique returned to her original form. She looked at the unconscious Jean Grey on the ground, still feeling the lingering fear.

"Among all my students, Jean is the most special. So, to a large extent, I have implemented a special educational approach for her."

"She is very dangerous, Charles. I don't know what you're planning, but I can feel her madness and uncontrollability. Charles, your approach is definitely problematic," Mystique warned the elderly man she was close to. She did not want to receive an invitation to Charles' funeral too early.

"I know, but there is no other way." Professor Charles sighed deeply. "We have been on the wrong path from the beginning, and there is no chance to correct it now."

"Then destroy her now." Mystique's voice suddenly rose, the word "broad-minded" had never been associated with her. On the contrary, her character could be described as vengeful. "If you can't do it, I can. You don't need to keep such a dangerous person by your side."

At this point, Mystique's body suddenly stopped moving. She had lost control of her body.

"You know, Raven, I won't let you harm my student," Charles' voice echoed in her mind, making her only able to bitterly smile inwardly.

"You are still so powerful, Charles. Even in your current state."

"Physical weakness does not affect the mind. Although I now rely on this wheelchair, in the realm of thought, I have never changed."

"No, in the realm of the mind, you have become even stronger." Raven silently thought, and Charles merely smiled slightly, not elaborating further.

"Then, was the young man's challenge to Erik also your doing? Just like before, you set a trap for Erik to fall into?"

From the moment Charles appeared, Mystique had a vague answer in her mind. Facing the main person, she directly asked her doubts.

"No, the young man has his own plans. I only invited him to help. Everything is his intention. I only promised to help him at the most critical moment."

"You are cheating, Charles!" Mystique, always on Magneto's side, said bluntly.

"No, I am just an outsider giving a newcomer some guidance. As for how things develop, it all depends on the young man's efforts."

Charles cleverly defended himself, something he loved to do in his youth.

"Do you trust him so much? Remember, he is not one of us!" Mystique still found it hard to believe that Charles would bet on a human, especially on the future of mutants, which he valued the most.

"I am old, am I not? Unlike you, Raven, I have felt the decay of my body. So why not, while I still have control, let an apple fall on the chessboard? Perhaps, this can open up a new situation."

Sighing, Charles expressed his thoughts, and Raven immediately countered.

"But it might create a worse situation!"

"Could it be worse than the consequences of what you have done?"

Charles sighed, ending the decades-long dialogue. Their different positions had long placed them on opposite sides of a broad road. Returning to the past was too difficult.

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