As the boss of the melee group, he managed to save his own men with just one full-strength attack, which was really impressive.
The Red Devil looked at Colossus with a lot of thoughts in his heart. This kind of ability is really invincible against ordinary people. Regardless of whether there is a gas mask or not, the ball will die as long as the skin comes into contact, but those are space mechas with their own internal circulation. , it doesn’t exchange air with the outside at all. No matter how strong your osmium poison is, it’s useless.
Azhay returned to the academy in Massachusetts with the entire melee team.
In the conference room, Magneto was a little surprised when he saw the melee team that was sent back. The copper skin and iron bones of Colossus were all deformed, and it was obvious that many bones were broken.
Wolverine and Sabretooth both had some ulcers on their bodies. With their terrifying healing abilities, these ulcers were not completely healed. They were only slowly shrinking, and their eyes were red, swollen, bloodshot, and weeping.
Iceman was also crying.
"Mustard gas! It's mustard gas. The opponent used poisonous gas to attack! It must be like this! It must be like this!"
Magneto's hair stood on end at this moment, his face became ugly, his body was still shaking, he kept swallowing his saliva, his eyes began to wander, and the metal products in the room began to float in the air. , the same goes for Colossus and Wolverine. This is because his emotions are out of control, causing his abilities to be out of control.
"No, Eric, that's not mustard gas. No, it's osmotic acid poisoning. There is no more mustard gas now, not in the whole world."
Azhay looked at the extremely frightened Magneto and said, with some emotion in his heart. The shadow of Magneto's childhood in Auschwitz still exists after so many years. He is such a sensitive little guy. His age But for someone who is a hundred years older than Magneto, there is no problem at all in saying that Magneto is a little guy.
"Yes, Eric, this is not mustard gas. You have to know that Zhuxia has never used poison gas, and no one can use mustard gas anymore, and no mustard gas is produced. If you are angry, you don’t have to be afraid, you are safe, I am here, I am with you, you don’t have to be afraid.”
Professor
What he said made the Red Devil and Colossus, who were still sober, get goosebumps all over their bodies.
The Red Devil also learned for the first time that Colossus' metal skin could also be deformed.
The two of them looked at each other and cursed in their hearts, "Fuck, you two old men, and they still say they haven't come out."
Professor Magneto** held Professor X's hand for a while before his mood calmed down, and then he calmly withdrew his hand. Professor X felt a little lost at this time.
Charles looked at the Red Devil, "What on earth is going on and why did it happen like this."
Colossus was still in severe pain, so he didn't speak. What else would he say? Killed an entire melee group by yourself?
The Red Devil just said, "It was already like this when I got there. As for the source of osmium..." He looked at Colossus and said nothing.
At this time, Magneto returned to normal, and his brain became clear. After hearing the words of the Red Devil, he squatted down and looked at the skin worn away by Colossus and the muscle tissue under the skin, "It's really osmium metal, you are really Awesome enough."
After that, both his and Professor They died in the battle, and they couldn't withstand such a powerful drug, no! As long as we are human, we can't stop this highly toxic drug.
"Why are you okay?"
Magneto asked, glancing at the red devil.
"Both demon and angel mutants are naturally immune to poison."
The Red Devil is actually very scary. He just inherited the name of the real Red Devil from his previous generation. He does not have the power of Satan.
And before that, he didn't like his own form.
But now he is extremely lucky that he is a demonic mutant who is naturally immune to all poisons, otherwise he would have been let go.
If he falls, his son Nightcrawler's ability won't be able to bring so many people.
If he was a coach, his son was a bicycle with a flat tire.
"Tell me what happened. How long did it take for all the attackers to..."
Professor
"Aren't you supposed to be watching over us all the time? Why didn't you know?"
The Red Devil glanced at Magneto and the chess set on the table suspiciously.
Are these two guys playing chess and flirting again?
As expected, Professor
"I want to help you heal your injury."
Magneto stretched out his hand and used his power on Colossus, restoring all his broken bones and twisted body to their original state. However, it took a long time, and Colossus screamed quite miserably.
Magneto kept comforting him. The pain was because Colossus was too seriously injured. He didn't dare to use too much force, otherwise he might damage Colossus' internal organs, but Magneto's eyes were Always keeping an eye on the Red Devil.
And Professor
"I'm leaving now. I'm still needed to save people on the battlefield."
The red devil swallowed and said.
"Don't worry, there is something else you need to do. Osmium acid poisoning needs to be cleaned with water. This requires a lot of water, so now please fill the bathroom with water. We will send Wolverine and the others there in a moment. , perform osmium acid cleaning, my legs and feet are not good, and Eric still has something to do, so I’m sorry to trouble you, Alzack.”
Professor X looked at the red devil and said.
The red devil followed the instructions and teleported to the bathroom and filled the bath with warm water, which is more than 30 degrees Celsius and is relatively close to the body temperature of the human body. This way, when Wolverine and the others go into the water, they will feel better and will not irritate them again. Osmic acid reacts easily with high temperatures, and the water temperature should be lower to avoid possible reactions of osmic acid.
There was only so much he could do.
But I don't know why he always has a bad feeling, as if he has forgotten something?
