Chapter 291: Ch.290 Farewell

Chapter 291: Ch.290 Farewell

Voyager's information was more than sufficient. Su Ming took the small device back and pressed it into the crevice between the bricks on a wall.

Since it was a transmitter, he couldn't risk carrying it around, lest the Conqueror use it for tracking.

He had a good idea of its function.

Sentinel robots had a similar feature: when a Sentinel was destroyed, it would record the abilities and tactics of its enemy, then relay that data via satellite to the hard drives of other Sentinels.

This way, when other Sentinels encountered the same enemy, they would have the advantage, potentially adapting with counter-abilities or learning the opponent's strategies.

It was through this adaptive ability and networked intelligence that they managed to hound mutants, forcing them into desperate measures, even sending Wolverine back in time to alter history.

Ultron, that menace, had a similar capability—destroy one of its bodies, and it would upload itself to the network, then build a more advanced new body.

There was also S.H.I.E.L.D.'s LMDs and the TAHITI program, Hydra's digitized soul of Dr. Zola, AIM's advanced clones—technological methods for achieving a form of resurrection.

"Headache..."

Su Ming realized that even if he killed one Blue Glove, countless others might still be active elsewhere.

Until the Conqueror Kang was dealt with, it would be an endless cycle—his forces like a train, and Su Ming had only managed to break one window on a single carriage.

Without dismantling the tracks, there would be no derailing the train.

"Let's go, back to the resistance headquarters. Let's see how things are going on Cable's end."

They descended one by one from the bell tower, taking down a few German patrols along the way before vanishing into the night. The streetlights of Paris couldn't illuminate their small team.

At the Catacombs, Cable and his group were already waiting. Cable sat atop a pile of empty ammunition boxes, puffing on a cigar, while Deadpool had recovered slightly and was wriggling on the ground like a worm.

Everything had gone smoothly—so smoothly, it was unbelievable.

All of Namor's fragments had been placed in a coffin, left casually under a large tree.

No ambushes, no traps, no trackers or poison gas—retrieving the fragments was easier than crossing the German blockade into the city.

"Deathstroke." Cable extinguished his cigar and stowed it in his kit.

"Cable, did things go smoothly?" Su Ming, still wearing his helmet, spoke in a low voice.

"Smooth as could be. Except for his left hand, we got all of Namor—every last piece." Cable tilted his chin, gesturing for Su Ming to look at Namor on the ground.

In truth, Su Ming's warning to Fury served another purpose: to prevent the SSR from interacting with the magical community.

The London Sanctum's old mage seemed like a harmless old coot, but if Nick and Peggy managed to pry information out of him, it would be a problem.

The SSR—future S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra—were essentially two sides of the same coin. Letting them dabble in magic would only create trouble for his future.

Across the channel in London, the sorcerer studying Namor shivered as if he sensed someone talking behind his back.

"Oops, my hand slipped, and I accidentally severed Namor's little buddy with my magic staff. Let's hope reattaching it works... Maybe he'll still be functional?"

The mage stole a glance at Monarch, who was sipping tea nearby, meditating to mourn his fallen rabbits, paying no attention to the old mage's clumsy attempts.

"In the name of the Vishanti, transfer the pain!"

In the underground cells of the London Sanctum, a pale man let out a piercing scream.

"Mage, what's wrong? Why use a transference spell?" Monarch opened his eyes, puzzled by the old sorcerer's actions.

"Oh, it's nothing."

The old mage put on a benevolent smile, hiding Namor behind him to avoid Monarch's scrutiny. Seeing Monarch return to meditation, the mage tugged at his white beard, musing silently.

"Oops, slipped again... Well, better reattach it. Even though it's more like a three-piece staff now, it should work, right?"

The old mage cast another white magic spell.

...

"Our enemy is confirmed—it's Kang the Conqueror, from other universes and timelines."

The X-Men had completed their escort mission, and Nick's group had met up with their contacts just outside the city—a group carrying the Union Jack. With allies on guard, the X-Men felt safe returning.

After a brief rest, Su Ming gathered everyone in the catacombs, sitting around an oil lamp to conduct a debriefing.

At the mention of Kang's name, almost everyone's expressions changed. They all knew how formidable the Conqueror could be, except for Su Ming and Deadpool, who remained calm.

Su Ming, having been trapped in a time flow anomaly for years, had sensed many irregularities, and he was mentally prepared for any adversary.

Deadpool, on the other hand, had jumped from a normal timeline into this chaos, dragging others with him. He hadn't yet grasped the gravity of their current situation, too distracted by the presence of three women nearby.

Now, Su Ming needed these allies from the main timeline to help him restore the branches that Kang had severed from the great tree of time.