[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

The mass of gold seemed extremely pure and bright at this moment, but Stephen's heart seemed to be soaked in ice water—that was Cole.

Cole was forced out of his consciousness, and figured he must have used the necklace himself to elicit the owner of the giant hand.

He clenched his fists, trying to stand up from the ground, but at the same time he didn't give up, trying his best to control the mysterious magic circle related to time in his hand.

"Cole!" Stephen said hoarsely.

Even though the golden light had left him, Stephen still instinctively felt anxious and flustered, as if he had some kind of connection with Cole secretly.

Of course Wesley heard Stephen's voice, and it was good news that the other party was still able to speak. Wesley really thought that Stephen would take the lunch when he fell down just now.

But judging from the current situation, he is worse than Stephen.

Wesley's consciousness has gradually drifted away, and he tried his best to refocus.

Another voice sounded almost inside Wesley's body: "No, I won't leave."

"Charles!" Wesley tried his best to protect Charles' consciousness, wrapped him in the center of his consciousness together with the system, and responded with difficulty: "I can't protect you for long, you don't know what's going on now..."

"I know," Charles said without the slightest hesitation, and his gentle voice was resolutely stubborn: "I only know that the current situation is very dangerous, but I will not leave you."

Before the words were finished, the mutant with the most powerful brain in the world protected Wesley in turn.

Before Wesley could stop it, the burned consciousness had already begun to cool down, and Charles' invisible power had become a brand new protective layer.

But although Charles didn't suffer the initial shock, his consciousness was still as fragile as soft tofu in front of Dormammu.

Wesley and Charles heard Dormammu's horrific voice at the same time—the laughter that seemed to come from the depths of hell.

Wesley can assure you that Dormammu, who is constantly aggressing and destroying others, must often laugh like this, so proficient that it makes people immediately have the urge to beg for mercy.

"It's so interesting, Earth." Dormammu seemed to have found a new toy, and his tone revealed the anger and greed of remembering the old things: "You will all be mine sooner or later, and you will become a part of me..."

Before the words were finished, an orange magic circle suddenly flashed in the open space in the center of the library, and several figures strode out from the magic circle, breaking the dark atmosphere here.

"No," the leader was the first to see the devil's palm coming out of the torn air, she looked up at the scene, as if she could foresee the destruction of Kama Taj and the earth, but only her pupils were shaking , her expression quickly regained her composure, and she said, "No one will be a part of you, Dormammu."

When he saw Stephen struggling to support and kneeling on one knee, Mage Ancient One guessed what happened here.

She raised her hand, and almost instantly, the entire library, including the space-time rift, was included in her newly opened dimension, so that no matter what happened afterwards, it would no longer affect the real world.

It's just that the gravitational force of the space-time crack is too strong, destroying the space created by Gu Yi almost simultaneously.

Modu and Wang who followed behind her kept the space unbroken with all their strength in cold sweat.

"Ancient One!" Seeing his old enemy, Domamu's anger surged instantly.

"Get out of here, Dormammu!" Gu Yi ordered, her slender fingers drew a complex magic circle in the air, and strode close to the black flame.She squatted down quickly beside Stephen, freeing one hand to help him control the Eye of Agamotto.

"You are too reckless, Stephen." The voice of the ancient mage who couldn't tell the age rang in Stephen's ear.

Stephen resisted so much that he didn't fall down again. He agreed with Gu Yi's point of view, and wanted to make a suggestion. Such a dangerous magic weapon should be placed in a secret room with a thousand locks.

With the help of Gu Yi, the time rift is visibly shrinking with the naked eye.

"No!" Dormammu yelled.

His voice came through the crack, and everyone present could feel the shock in the depths of their souls, unable to imagine the vast and boundless dark universe on the other side.

Accompanied by this roar, the black flame rushed out of the crack with a whimper, spread along the space opened by Gu Yi in an instant, and rushed to the roof.

At that moment, Wesley, who had already noticed something bad, suddenly tensed up. Under the support of the system, the power was used to the limit, and the golden light surged, protecting Charles again.

They were almost in the palm of Dormammu, and the golden light reflected in Gu Yi's pupils. She raised her face and held the orange magic circle shield in one hand, realizing that besides Stephen and Dormammu, there are other people here. .

Stephen's body fell down all of a sudden, and he looked at the sky in pain.

As if there were invisible signals vibrating in the air, Gu Yi looked around, and when she looked at the golden unknown object, she stood up.

"You'll get nothing, Dormammu."

The closure of the space-time rift was inevitable. Dormammu's hands tore the two sides of the rift, and more black fog rolled in. Soon, there was no light in the room to resist, and it was completely dark.

Modu and Wang were restless. They approached Master Gu Yi. There seemed to be a moment of silence in the library. Then, purple light slowly emerged from the darkness.

A gigantic eye appeared behind the slit.

"You're wrong..." Dormammu's terrifying voice was one step closer to everyone.

Suddenly, a powerful airflow gushed out from the crack in time and space, like a black explosion, sweeping across this small space in an instant.

"No!! Cole!!"

Stephen's voice seemed very far away from Wesley, and the hand that belonged to Dormammu was constantly closing in on him. Wesley had no doubt that Dormammu would pull him and Charles into another time and space in the next moment.

"Ding—warning, the host is about to deviate from the orbit of the world, take first-level emergency measures, evacuate with the host and key personnel, neutrino separation surgery, shock thrust—one thousand millivolts—three... two..."

Wesley's consciousness was buzzing, and he couldn't hear what the system was saying at all.

But then, the feeling of forced pulling and separation made Wesley immediately know what the system was doing.

Isn't this the ghost surgery from before? !

"Cole..." Charles' consciousness suddenly swelled, and he tried to wrap Wesley around him.

In an instant, Wesley was only tightly attached to Charles' consciousness, and it was almost impossible to tell who was protecting whom in the chaos.

Countless images suddenly flashed before Wesley's eyes, the most of which was a study room with simple decoration and dim light.

The picture is gradually reversed, he suddenly changed from standing to lying on the floor of this study, with the ceiling and tall wooden bookshelves in sight.

There was a muffled bang from one side, as if the door had been knocked open.

Wesley's attempts to get up were in vain, and the instinctive future in the confusion became the enemy.

Until several hands pulled him up at the same time, put his arms on his shoulders, and half pushed and half supported him to put him on the sofa not far away.

The buzzing voice in Wesley's head seemed to have faded a lot, and several faces were shaking in front of his eyes, and the anxious voices came from far to near—

"Professor, professor wake up!"

"God, Professor Charles! He's going to pass out, go find someone else!"

"I, I'm going to call!"

Perhaps among these miscellaneous voices, only one was calm. A familiar face appeared in front of Wesley's eyes. The other person took the water glass and handed it to Wesley's lips.

Wesley ducked.

The other party shook his head immediately, and preached: "I told you earlier, it is too dangerous to do this, and your ability is limited!" He put down the water glass and walked a few steps in place, then turned back: "So you found him Did you, Professor? Did you find Cole this time?"

Suddenly, the other party didn't know what he saw, and his expression changed again: "Professor? Your..."

Wesley felt something, and turned his head weakly. He saw a face belonging to a young man reflected on the glass door of the bookcase, and a golden metallic luster flashed in the young man's eyes from time to time, as if the connection was bad.

Wesley withdrew his eyes in a hazy and confused way, and looked at the curious young man not far away who seemed to be facing an enemy.

"You are... Cole, right? You are Cole?" Hank approached him cautiously: "Where is the professor? Is the professor okay?"

Weiss wanted to speak, but he was dizzy for a while, and all the strength in his body seemed to be taken away in an instant, and he quickly fell into the darkness.

……

Gotham——

Panting slightly, Dick Grayson hurried back to the Batcave late at night.

The silent figure of Bruce Wayne stood not far away and looked at the monitoring screen.

Dick took off the black mask that covered his eyes, revealing a fair face.Compared with his recent increasingly violent and bloody methods, this face is really too handsome.

"Who's coming?" Dick said.

His voice was neither deep nor sharp, and the words and sentences flowing out of his mouth were as warm as spring breeze and warm sun.

But before he could stand still, the answer had been revealed by himself. There was a slight sound of fabric being pulled from behind. Dick turned his head, and a tall shadow appeared in sight.

"Welcome." Dick couldn't say he was happy, because he had just returned from a mission outside and the blood on his shoes hadn't been wiped clean.

"What happened?" came a low voice, and Bruce Wayne turned around.

"Wesley." Clark walked over quickly, and the eyes of the other two couldn't help but focus on his arms.

"What's wrong with him?" Dick quickly helped put Wesley on the medical table, activated the scanning device, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Wesley's face.

"Is he Wesley Field?" asked Dick softly.

Clark nodded when he heard the words, and the test results came out soon. Except for the rapid heart rate and high blood pressure, the main cause of the coma could not be found.

Dick held the needle in one hand, and looked for a blood vessel in Wesley's arm with the other.

Regarding Wesley's physical condition, Clark had some vague guesses in his heart, so he brought Wesley here not all to find out the reason.At this moment, his brows were tightly furrowed, he looked at Wesley's pale face silently, and asked, "When will you take out the controller, Bruce?"

Even if he knew, taking out the mutant controller might not be able to solve Wesley's problem.

"The other party asked for more detailed data. Originally, I would arrange for someone to take him to Starkna tomorrow." Bruce had been running around before, his voice was a little tired, but he looked at Superman's expression and said: "His question is more complicated than that." Is it more serious than you imagined?"

Clark didn't answer. On the way here just now, he thought Wesley had stopped breathing several times. When he woke up for the last time, Wesley looked at himself in a daze, as if he couldn't recognize who he was at all...

"I'll wait until tomorrow." Clark said, "I'll send him to Stark myself."

The author has something to say: Dick (Nightwing) is now Robin, and the character design refers to the "Titan" drama, okay~