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Chapter 597 Mind Control
Hyperion was like clothes hanging on a clothes rack, his limbs drooping naturally, letting Magneto hang him in the air.
Hyperion could swear that even in his infancy, he had never been so powerless.
The weakness from insufficient blood supply to the brain is something no creature can defy, even he who is powerful enough to shatter an asteroid cannot resist this physiological weakness.
Although weak, this was far from making Hyperion faint; he was still looking for a chance to turn the tables.
"It surprises me," Magneto sized Hyperion up and down. "You actually didn't bring teammates with you, and you didn't even bring a communication device or any signal device."
Trying to open his eyes was the only thing Hyperion could do now; his entire body of muscle couldn't support him to speak at all.
The longer time passed, the more unclear Hyperion's consciousness became. He estimated that he was not far from fainting, and he even started to hallucinate.
Hyperion saw that on Magneto's thin hand, a thick red palm actually emerged, looking like some kind of armor.
Hyperion slowly shifted his line of sight, and he was surprised to find that an illusory red giant shadow had appeared on Magneto's body at some point. That shadow was more than three meters tall, and Magneto was enveloped in that red giant shadow.
"This is the first time I have revealed my true identity in front of an outsider."
Magneto, no, Onslaught sighed. The spirit symbolizing his essence gradually solidified into an entity, and that huge entity wearing red armor was his true form.
"Feel honored. As the first human to witness me standing on the ground surface, you have the right to become my servant and offer me your loyalty!"
Onslaught said this, and his body twisted. Huge psychic energy, like a tsunami, rushed towards Hyperion's brain, forcibly rewriting his awareness.
"Ugh aaaaah!"
This process was undoubtedly painful, like drilling into Hyperion's brain with an electric drill. Even a tower of a man like him couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Resistance is useless," Onslaught whispered seductively. "You don't have the ability to resist spirit and mind. This useless resistance has no other use than to make me laugh."
As soon as Onslaught's words fell, Hyperion's sound became smaller and smaller. After about five or six seconds, he was as silent as a corpse.
If Hyperion wasn't still breathing, anyone who saw him would think he was dead.
Onslaught released the hand on Hyperion's face. Losing the pull of his ability, Hyperion was no longer floating in the air and fell to the ground under the effect of gravity.
"Da."
Surprisingly, Hyperion did not fall to the ground, but stood straight on the soft sand. Hyperion opened his eyes immediately after his feet touched the ground.
"Good evening, superhero, how do you feel?" Onslaught was chatting like he was with an old friend. It was hard to imagine that just a few minutes ago, the two were fighting fiercely and had even sunk a small island.
"Couldn't be better," Hyperion nodded. "Thank you for letting me see this world clearly."
"If that's the case, then go back," Onslaught waved his hand. "It's getting late, and if you continue to stay here, your princess will get worried."
"Yes," Hyperion nodded, and obediently turned around and flew away.
Watching Hyperion fly out of his line of sight in the blink of an eye, Onslaught opened his hands and, after a long absence, touched the real world with his true form before slowly retracting it.
"It's not time yet," Onslaught murmured whispers. "I still need to be patient; my current strength is not enough to stand in the spotlight."
Onslaught stretched out his right hand, and an infinitely collapsed black dot appeared in the center of his palm. It was obvious that it was a black hole.
In human awareness, a black hole should be a very dangerous thing, but this very dangerous thing was lying quietly in the center of his hand, as well-behaved as a hamster ball.
"Not enough!" Onslaught clenched his fist, and the black hole lying in the center of his hand dissipated. "This little power is not comparable to..."
Speaking of this, Onslaught's body couldn't help but tremble for a moment. His brain couldn't help but recall the powerful energy he had felt a few days ago. Onslaught knew by feeling that the owner of that energy could kill him easily.
Not only that, but after that, Onslaught successively felt several powerful energies. Onslaught was very fortunate that he was a new life formed by the fusion of Charles Xavier and Magneto. The abilities of these two people allowed him to feel the energy fluctuation happening on Earth.
When the first ability erupted, Onslaught was frightened and shrank into the depths of Magneto's brain. The subsequent ability fluctuations made him dismiss the idea of revealing his true form.
That was the first time Onslaught realized his own inadequacy since his birth. He clearly became aware of the reason that there are humans beyond humans, and heavens beyond heavens. It seemed that to implement his goal, the abilities of those mutants on Mutant Island alone were not enough.
He needed more mutants, so he agreed to Power Princess's cooperation request. He also anticipated that Hyperion would naively refuse Power Princess's condition, which is why he proposed a one-on-one meeting.
If it were before, Onslaught wouldn't care about Hyperion's life or death as long as he could continuously provide him with mutants. But after learning that there were existences in this world that were so powerful, Onslaught had to be more careful.
For this reason, he needed a target who could stand in front of him and attract firepower. Hyperion was a good choice—powerful enough, eye-catching enough. If he created some explosive events, Hyperion would be a perfect shield.
Unfortunately, Hyperion's personality wouldn't allow him to do that. Therefore, Onslaught had to expose his true form, risking being discovered by powerful existences to subdue Hyperion.
Huge risks always bring higher rewards. Onslaught felt that tonight's efforts were enough to exchange for an even better future.
"Once I absorb the abilities of all mutants, then that power will be nothing to fear."
Onslaught confidently clenched his fist, casually pulled the sea island that had been sunk in the distance from the seabed, and then flew back to Mutant Island with the island.
...
"Where is he?" Yang Le kept tapping his communication device. "Where the hell are you? Main body? You're not even in Universe 9527? Where are you?"
Yang Le felt like he was going to faint. He had sneaked out with great difficulty, like a thief, just to inform the main body, but his phone told him the other party was out of service?!
"I'm broken," Yang Le covered his head. He looked at the time and realized that some time had passed. Helplessly, he could only edit a message for Gwen Stacy and send it.
(End of Chapter)
Hyperion was like clothes hanging on a clothes rack, his limbs drooping naturally, letting Magneto hang him in the air.
Hyperion could swear that even in his infancy, he had never been so powerless.
The weakness from insufficient blood supply to the brain is something no creature can defy, even he who is powerful enough to shatter an asteroid cannot resist this physiological weakness.
Although weak, this was far from making Hyperion faint; he was still looking for a chance to turn the tables.
"It surprises me," Magneto sized Hyperion up and down. "You actually didn't bring teammates with you, and you didn't even bring a communication device or any signal device."
Trying to open his eyes was the only thing Hyperion could do now; his entire body of muscle couldn't support him to speak at all.
The longer time passed, the more unclear Hyperion's consciousness became. He estimated that he was not far from fainting, and he even started to hallucinate.
Hyperion saw that on Magneto's thin hand, a thick red palm actually emerged, looking like some kind of armor.
Hyperion slowly shifted his line of sight, and he was surprised to find that an illusory red giant shadow had appeared on Magneto's body at some point. That shadow was more than three meters tall, and Magneto was enveloped in that red giant shadow.
"This is the first time I have revealed my true identity in front of an outsider."
Magneto, no, Onslaught sighed. The spirit symbolizing his essence gradually solidified into an entity, and that huge entity wearing red armor was his true form.
"Feel honored. As the first human to witness me standing on the ground surface, you have the right to become my servant and offer me your loyalty!"
Onslaught said this, and his body twisted. Huge psychic energy, like a tsunami, rushed towards Hyperion's brain, forcibly rewriting his awareness.
"Ugh aaaaah!"
This process was undoubtedly painful, like drilling into Hyperion's brain with an electric drill. Even a tower of a man like him couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Resistance is useless," Onslaught whispered seductively. "You don't have the ability to resist spirit and mind. This useless resistance has no other use than to make me laugh."
As soon as Onslaught's words fell, Hyperion's sound became smaller and smaller. After about five or six seconds, he was as silent as a corpse.
If Hyperion wasn't still breathing, anyone who saw him would think he was dead.
Onslaught released the hand on Hyperion's face. Losing the pull of his ability, Hyperion was no longer floating in the air and fell to the ground under the effect of gravity.
"Da."
Surprisingly, Hyperion did not fall to the ground, but stood straight on the soft sand. Hyperion opened his eyes immediately after his feet touched the ground.
"Good evening, superhero, how do you feel?" Onslaught was chatting like he was with an old friend. It was hard to imagine that just a few minutes ago, the two were fighting fiercely and had even sunk a small island.
"Couldn't be better," Hyperion nodded. "Thank you for letting me see this world clearly."
"If that's the case, then go back," Onslaught waved his hand. "It's getting late, and if you continue to stay here, your princess will get worried."
"Yes," Hyperion nodded, and obediently turned around and flew away.
Watching Hyperion fly out of his line of sight in the blink of an eye, Onslaught opened his hands and, after a long absence, touched the real world with his true form before slowly retracting it.
"It's not time yet," Onslaught murmured whispers. "I still need to be patient; my current strength is not enough to stand in the spotlight."
Onslaught stretched out his right hand, and an infinitely collapsed black dot appeared in the center of his palm. It was obvious that it was a black hole.
In human awareness, a black hole should be a very dangerous thing, but this very dangerous thing was lying quietly in the center of his hand, as well-behaved as a hamster ball.
"Not enough!" Onslaught clenched his fist, and the black hole lying in the center of his hand dissipated. "This little power is not comparable to..."
Speaking of this, Onslaught's body couldn't help but tremble for a moment. His brain couldn't help but recall the powerful energy he had felt a few days ago. Onslaught knew by feeling that the owner of that energy could kill him easily.
Not only that, but after that, Onslaught successively felt several powerful energies. Onslaught was very fortunate that he was a new life formed by the fusion of Charles Xavier and Magneto. The abilities of these two people allowed him to feel the energy fluctuation happening on Earth.
When the first ability erupted, Onslaught was frightened and shrank into the depths of Magneto's brain. The subsequent ability fluctuations made him dismiss the idea of revealing his true form.
That was the first time Onslaught realized his own inadequacy since his birth. He clearly became aware of the reason that there are humans beyond humans, and heavens beyond heavens. It seemed that to implement his goal, the abilities of those mutants on Mutant Island alone were not enough.
He needed more mutants, so he agreed to Power Princess's cooperation request. He also anticipated that Hyperion would naively refuse Power Princess's condition, which is why he proposed a one-on-one meeting.
If it were before, Onslaught wouldn't care about Hyperion's life or death as long as he could continuously provide him with mutants. But after learning that there were existences in this world that were so powerful, Onslaught had to be more careful.
For this reason, he needed a target who could stand in front of him and attract firepower. Hyperion was a good choice—powerful enough, eye-catching enough. If he created some explosive events, Hyperion would be a perfect shield.
Unfortunately, Hyperion's personality wouldn't allow him to do that. Therefore, Onslaught had to expose his true form, risking being discovered by powerful existences to subdue Hyperion.
Huge risks always bring higher rewards. Onslaught felt that tonight's efforts were enough to exchange for an even better future.
"Once I absorb the abilities of all mutants, then that power will be nothing to fear."
Onslaught confidently clenched his fist, casually pulled the sea island that had been sunk in the distance from the seabed, and then flew back to Mutant Island with the island.
...
"Where is he?" Yang Le kept tapping his communication device. "Where the hell are you? Main body? You're not even in Universe 9527? Where are you?"
Yang Le felt like he was going to faint. He had sneaked out with great difficulty, like a thief, just to inform the main body, but his phone told him the other party was out of service?!
"I'm broken," Yang Le covered his head. He looked at the time and realized that some time had passed. Helplessly, he could only edit a message for Gwen Stacy and send it.
(End of Chapter)
