Scarlet Witch, Mind Invasion!

Chapter 99 Scarlet Witch, Mind Invasion!

Hu Chi.

Logan stood in the sea of ​​blood, the crimson blood cold and piercing, like steel needles stabbing straight into his bone marrow.

Before them stretched an endless expanse of crimson, blood gushing like ocean waves onto the corpses not far away, slapping against the gradually decaying bones.

As Logan arrived, the skeletons all turned their heads in unison, with some skulls and rotting corpses even turning their heads 180 degrees.

They struggled to their feet from the sea of ​​blood, their heads stretching as far as the eye could see, countless corpses standing in neat rows before Logan.

Some had long since rotted into piles of stark white skeletons, their World War II uniforms torn into filthy strips, and the skeletons would creak crisply if the limbs moved even slightly.

Some of the corpses were oozing thick fluid, and rotten, foul-smelling chunks of flesh fell into the sea of ​​blood with each movement as they stood up. White maggots wriggled among the rotting flesh, and in some places, the bones beneath the rotten flesh were clearly visible.

There were also some fresh corpses, covered in wounds, their blood seemingly endless, dripping into the sea of ​​blood, their pale faces streaked with blood.

In the dim sky, countless ghosts of the dead drifted about, howling and screaming, their terrifying sounds like groans from hell.

Logan was surrounded by ghosts and corpses, with countless eyes staring intently at him. In the sea of ​​blood, hands suddenly emerged from the blood, their long, fanged, clawed palms waving wildly as if to grab people and take their lives.

"Logan, you killed us."

The souls of the dead drifted in the air, howling and roaring, a sound that resonated deep within the soul, as if pulsating the heart.

"Pay with your life, Logan! I want you to pay with your life!"

The corpses opened their mouths, and their shrill voices seemed to pierce eardrums.

"Logan, we all died because of you."

In the sea of ​​blood, the professor appeared in a rusty wheelchair. His body was like a long-buried corpse, incomplete and mutilated. Maggots crawled down from the top of his head, gnawing at the professor's eye sockets, then crawling out and into his nostrils, eating the professor's face into a mess.

Caliban pushed the professor from behind; he too was a gruesome corpse, all four limbs severed and then roughly sewn back together with rope, thick, sticky fluid dripping from the seams. He looked at Logan with a pitiful expression, "Logan, you have too many enemies. He killed us. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be dead!"

Behind them are countless X-Men and former friends, Cyclops, Beast, Storm, Victor, and even Laura, among others; Logan simply can't count them all.

They all stared blankly at Logan, muttering to themselves.

"Why didn't you save us?"

"You could have saved us; we could have avoided dying."

"Logan, you're the murderer, the murderer who killed us."

The voices of these dead souls came from all directions, echoing like the chanting of sacred music.

As they recounted their suffering, they slowly approached Logan. Logan tried to escape, but he couldn't move at all; the hands that emerged from the bloody water gripped him tightly.

One by one, the corpses slowly moved forward to bury him. They tore at Logan's flesh and blood, stuffing bloody bones into their mouths and chewing them with a crunching sound.

But his self-healing factor quickly restored his damaged body, and the corpses tore off the restored parts again.

The excruciating pain of his body being torn apart felt like being slowly sliced ​​to death. The teeth of the corpses kept gnawing at his flesh, and the piercing pain made him tremble uncontrollably. He watched as his former companions devoured his corpse with relish, and his former enemies tore at his flesh and broke his skeleton in a fit of rage.

The pain, which came from the depths of his soul, nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.

"No...no...no!!"

The fear that struck at the very depths of his soul made Logan speak with a tremor.

He shoved the corpses aside, clutched his head tightly, and tried to clear his mind.

He was now fully aware that he was under Wanda's spell, but everything before him was too realistic, and the pain in his body was too real, so he couldn't help but sink deeper and deeper into it.

"Damn it... this is an illusion, it's all fake, you don't even exist, ah!!!"

Logan roared, his eyes completely bloodshot, blood vessels running through his pupils. His fierce roar echoed through the hazy space, as if trying to break through the illusion of the present moment.

Yet, an invisible, mysterious force seemed to be pulling him away, preventing him from escaping, and constantly washing away the memories in his mind, as if trying to make him forget reality and completely sink into the illusion.

"No! I need to get out. I can't stay here. I have to get out!"

Logan roared, staring in terror at the pile of corpses before him.

"Oh right, free points, free points, I still have free points!"

He suddenly remembered his new skill, brought up the data panel, and without hesitation added his free points to Intelligence, successfully raising it to 16 points.

He remembered that intelligence and mental abilities were linked; as long as his intelligence improved, his ability to fight against illusions would also increase!

As the points increased, the next second, everything in front of us froze completely, and the terrifying screams dissipated.

The world seemed to freeze, becoming a photograph pasted on a window.

The windows shattered, and everything crumbled along with them—the sea of ​​blood, the corpses, the wandering souls—all vanished completely as the world collapsed.

Logan instantly snapped back to reality. He was back in the familiar castle basement, the dimly lit room completely silent.

"call……"

He looked around, then leaned against the wall, panting heavily, his eyes filled with deep fear.

Fortunately, he had a habit of saving his free points to save his life; otherwise, he might have been completely trapped in the illusion this time.

That real feeling, even now, still makes his hair stand on end.

"No!"

A terrified scream came from behind, a scream as if seeing a ghost: "How...how is this possible!"

Logan was startled by the sudden sound and quickly turned around to look.

"Wanda?"

As soon as he turned around, he saw the woman standing behind him, wearing a scarlet trench coat, with a stunningly beautiful face and a perfect figure. She was none other than the future Scarlet Witch—Wanda!

Logan looked at the woman who had almost completely trapped him in the illusion and then remembered that the only one outside blocking the Avengers was his brother Quicksilver, while his sister Wanda had been guarding the scepter.

In my haste to find the scepter, I completely forgot about this and almost fell victim to Wanda's scheme.

Wanda stared wide-eyed, her expression a mixture of shock and terror. "You're not an Avenger! Who are you?!"

She was shocked by Logan's presence; she hadn't been able to sense Logan's mind at all!

This was the first time she had made a mistake in all these years. She couldn't believe that someone could evade her psychological attack!

Logan didn't answer, nor did he show any intention of seeking revenge. He simply looked at the scepter and said indifferently, "The Avengers are still outside. Staying here is not a wise choice for you."

Wanda noticed Logan's gaze, her expression suddenly turned cold, and she abruptly raised her hands. Crimson light swirled around her like mist, and the eerie energy spread out, making the already chilly basement even more gloomy.

"I warn you, this scepter is not something you can touch."

She stared intently at Logan, her eyes conveying a clear threat.

Logan merely glanced at her, showing no fear despite the raging energy, and simply said indifferently, "You're not letting me take it? Are you planning to leave it for the Avengers and Tony?"

Upon hearing Logan's words, Wanda was stunned for a moment, and the energy field in her hand dissipated. She stared at him in astonishment, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She didn't know how Logan knew her thoughts, but she did indeed want to hand over the scepter to the Avengers.

To be precise, it was given to Tony from the Avengers to take back.

Of course, this wasn't because she wanted Tony to get the scepter, but because she wanted to use the scepter to completely destroy Tony.

But no one knew this idea except his brother Quicksilver, so how could this guy in front of him know it?!

"Who are you?!"

Wanda stared at Logan with a dark look in her eyes, fearing that he would ruin her plans.

Logan ignored her, strode to the scepter, and took it down.

Holding the heavy scepter, Logan could clearly feel the unimaginable flow of energy beneath it.

Seeing this, Wanda no longer hesitated, and a strange crimson energy suddenly erupted. This red light quickly spread towards Logan, seemingly trying to envelop him.

Upon seeing this, Logan immediately grasped the scepter and gently touched Wanda's body with the scepter's spikes.

In an instant, the crimson energy faded, and the terrifying aura emanating from Wanda also dissipated. She stood there in astonishment, her body seemingly frozen in place except for her eyes, unable to move at all.

Logan looked at Wanda, who seemed like a statue, and couldn't help but weigh the scepter in his hand, exclaiming, "Truly worthy of being called the Scepter of the Mind."

With a simple tap, it can subdue the enemy, making it a deadly weapon in combat, turning the opponent into a helpless fish on a chopping board.

Logan looked at the scepter, gave a wry smile, shook his head, and put it back in its place.

This thing's abilities are indeed fascinating, but not everyone has the ability to use them. If he were to take it now, it would only bring him greater danger.

Wanda looked bewildered at Logan's actions, not understanding his meaning.

Logan looked at her and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't take this with me. I actually hope your plan succeeds and makes the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. suffer."

He understood perfectly well that taking the scepter at this critical juncture was clearly unwise.

After all, S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra were watching this area, and moreover, Tony and Wanda had seen his true appearance along the way.

If I were to take the scepter, my face would likely appear on wanted posters everywhere, and both the legitimate and criminal worlds would be vying to use it to collect bounties.

As soon as they show their faces, they are targeted and then subjected to unimaginable terror.

Logan didn't want that to happen.

His main target this time was actually the super soldier serum that he had already put away. These things could help Victor and the professor recover to some extent, which was what he valued most right now.

As for the scepter, let the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. take it if they want.

Logan knew that Wanda was trying to use the scepter as bait to gradually get Tony to create Ultron.

This, in a way, also aligned with Logan's ideas.

Although Ultron's appearance will bring terrible disasters to some people, what does that have to do with Logan?

He couldn't be happier if Ultron caused as much trouble as possible, completely disrupting the world and drawing the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. Then no one would care about mutants anymore, and he could finally have some peace and quiet.

Drop drop drop.

Just then, Logan's earpiece beeped, and Victor's voice came through: "Logan, Tinker's calling for backup. We're getting out of here. You guys get out quickly too, they're about to enter the castle. Don't run into the Avengers. Let's meet up at the back of the castle."

"Let's go out now."

Logan spoke into his headset, then connected with Klaus and Marcus, "The Avengers are coming in. Mission canceled. Retreat!"

After saying that, he turned off his headset, smiled at Wanda, and said, "I'll leave the Mind Scepter here. I hope everything goes well for you. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, Logan turned and fled towards the emergency exit.

As Wanda listened to the fading footsteps, her brows furrowed involuntarily. Crimson energy surged within her, and after a struggle, she released herself from the control of the Mind Scepter.

Looking at the now empty passageway, Wanda couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine.

She never expected that this complete stranger would guess her thoughts and plans!

This filled Wanda with immense panic, fearing that her plan would be exposed.

"Looks like I'm late."

Just as she was pondering, footsteps suddenly came from the passageway.

Upon seeing this, Wanda quickly found a place to hide and conceal her presence.

A moment later, Tony emerged from the tunnel entrance, cautiously surveying the underground space.

He had already removed his Iron Man armor, and his face was covered in obvious bruises.

Seeing that no one was in the basement, he walked in with peace of mind and immediately saw the Mind Scepter on the shelf.

"Everyone, thankfully we're not too late. This thing is still here, so you can start celebrating early."

He smiled as he reported to the communicator. After finishing, he walked to the front of the scepter, looked at the scepter suspended in the middle by the magnetic levitation field, pondered for a moment, and then waved his hand backward.

The next moment, a pair of steel gloves flew in through the passage and precisely slipped onto his body.

With the gloves on, Tony reached out and grabbed the scepter.

Looking at the genuine scepter, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't notice Wanda already standing behind him.

hum~

A crimson light appeared and pierced into Tony's head.

Tony was stunned for a moment, and after a few seconds of blankness, his face gradually turned to fear.

He stood there, stunned.

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Twenty minutes later, in the woods behind the castle.

Logan encounters Klaus and Marcus in the woods, and also finds Victor and John hiding in a large tree.

"Where is the scepter?"

When Victor saw them arrive, he jumped down from the tree. His chest was a bloody mess, and his body was covered in wounds of all sizes. He was breathing heavily. He had suffered considerable injuries in his fight with Tony, and his healing factor was not able to repair them quickly enough.

Klaus and Marcus both shook their heads helplessly at the question, and then looked at Logan together.

Logan also said helplessly, "I couldn't find it either, the castle is too big."

"So what do we do now?"

Marcus looked back at the castle with a worried expression.

"What else could we do but tell McCain the truth?"

Logan shook his head and added, "The Avengers are all inside the castle now. If we sneak in now, it's a death sentence."

Upon hearing this, Marcos and the others couldn't help but lower their heads and sigh deeply.

Not only did they work for nothing, but if they couldn't complete the task, McCa would have to pay a penalty for breach of contract, which would be a huge loss for the farm.

Marcos and the others felt downcast as they realized they had let the farm down.

Logan didn't know how to appease them, so he could only say helplessly, "Alright, let's go back to the hotel first. Tony and the others have already discovered our presence, so we can't stay here any longer."

The group nodded dejectedly and drove back to the hotel.

Logan told them to rest for a while and then pack their bags to leave.

After Marcos and the others entered the room, Logan quietly waved to Victor.

Victor immediately understood, walked towards Logan's room, closed the door, and stared into Logan's eyes. "Actually, you found the scepter, didn't you?"

He knew Logan's personality. If he really hadn't found the scepter, Logan wouldn't have acted this way. If he really wanted the scepter, even if those people were all Avengers, he would find a way to get it. After all, he still had two trump cards up his sleeve.

Logan didn't hide anything and nodded, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he told Victor about the pros and cons of acquiring the scepter, explaining that taking the scepter now would only bring greater danger.

Victor laughed and said, "You're right, that thing is a bomb. Whoever handles it will die."

Victor unconditionally supports Logan's actions.

The matter of the scepter was briefly skipped by the two, and Victor asked with a curious look, "Why did you call me here?"

Logan smiled and took out the super soldier serum he had brought with him.

Victor stared at the few drops of pale blue serum, puzzled, unsure what they were that made Logan so happy.

Logan explained, "This is the Super Soldier Serum, something that Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. are both researching. It can restore your body after injection, but currently this stuff is probably defective. There are too few of these, so it might not be very effective, but it's better than nothing."

After saying that, he took out three vials of serum. "These three are for you to inject, and I'll keep two for the professor."

Victor glanced at the serum, then at Logan.

He knew Logan wouldn't harm him, so he nodded. "Come on."

After Logan had him sit down, he opened the injection ports at the bottom of the three serums, revealing the needles inside, and inserted them all into Victor in one go.

As the pale blue liquid was injected into Victor's body, the effects took hold instantly.

A feeling of indescribable exhilaration made Victor let out a long breath, and the injuries on his arm visibly healed quickly.

Although his chest was still a bloody mess, it couldn't be healed directly.

However, Logan could clearly see that these more serious wounds were moving at a very slow pace, and the recovery speed was also faster than before.

Victor's eyes gleamed as he looked at the minor injuries on his arm that had healed completely.

Although the recovery speed is not as fast as when I was younger, I have at least recovered some of my health.

The physical comfort he felt left Victor wanting more, and he excitedly jumped up from his chair, exclaiming, "I never imagined that Hydra's research would be so useful!"

He hadn't felt this way in a long time, like his cells were coming back to life, a refreshing feeling of vitality emanating from him.

Logan was still somewhat disappointed by the speed at which the wound was healing. "No, this is not enough. We need to find a way to get more serum."

To fully restore Victor, at least dozens more injections of serum, or something more potent, will be needed.

Victor, on the other hand, patted Logan on the shoulder with a very easygoing attitude, "There's no need to force these things. I'm not going to die anytime soon."

He could guess that these things must be very precious, rare and hard to come by, and that obtaining them would be extremely difficult.

Logan nodded; for now, they could only take it one step at a time.

He then looked at Victor and said seriously, "By the way, don't tell anyone about the serum, including McCain."

He is not entirely trustworthy.

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