Chapter 140: Stopping Apocalypse’s Ritual

Psylocke led Orion Cross’s group through the complicated interior of the pyramid.

No one knew how Apocalypse had constructed such a precise building. Even the stairs and oil lamps inside had been directly reconstructed and created.

If this guy were not obsessed with becoming a god and ruling the world all day, then with this one ability alone, as long as he developed steadily, he could easily become the leader of Earth, or even the Milky Way.

What did material reconstruction mean?

Even a pile of feces could become a piece of gold in Apocalypse’s hands.

Resources would never be scarce, and he had the ability everyone would envy.

"She’s taken us in circles several times. Is she trying to stall for time?"

Hank glared fiercely at Psylocke, then turned and asked Orion Cross.

"I haven’t."

Psylocke stopped walking, turned back to look at Hank, and spoke with some dissatisfaction. "If you don’t believe me, you can look for it yourself."

"Charles is in danger right now."

Hank took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, then looked at Orion Cross. "Use your ability to control her. Otherwise, we can’t confirm whether she’s buying time for Apocalypse."

"You’re too anxious, Hank."

Orion Cross shook his finger, then glanced at a wall beside them. "I was the one who asked her to do this. This is part of the plan."

"What plan? Charles could have his consciousness erased by Apocalypse at any moment..."

Hank clenched his fists, then suddenly noticed Orion Cross’s gaze and turned toward that wall. "Is it here?"

"Roar!"

All the blue fur on Hank’s body stood on end. With a furious roar, he charged at the wall.

Boom!

The wall was only a thin layer, and Hank smashed it apart at once.

Because of inertia, Hank rolled straight in and crashed into the opposite wall.

"The timing is just right. We can go in now."

Orion Cross snapped his fingers and said to everyone.

Behind the wall Hank had broken through was a dim, magnificent hall covered in gold.

At the center of the hall were two high platforms. The people lying on top of them were Apocalypse and Charles.

Both of them were being lifted into the air by a strange energy from the platforms, and through the mysterious rune energy gathered at the top of the pyramid, the consciousness transfer was underway.

"Get out! Get out of me!!"

At this moment, Charles, who was lying on the platform, had a pained expression on his face and was struggling constantly.

"Charles!"

Hearing his old friend’s painful cry, Hank hurriedly climbed up from the ground, leaped up, and jumped onto the platform.

But Charles was locked in place. No matter how hard Hank attacked the platform, it was useless.

"What exactly is your plan?"

Hank hated his own helplessness, but he could only place his hopes back on Orion Cross.

"It’s simple."

Orion Cross walked beneath Apocalypse’s platform and slowly raised his right hand.

"Make him use psychic power against Charles."

Buzz!

His vision shifted, and Orion Cross directly entered the consciousness space where Charles and Apocalypse were clashing.

The moment Orion Cross entered the consciousness space, he saw Charles, his head covered in blood, grabbing Apocalypse’s head with both hands. "Didn’t you want to know what I can see and hear? I’ll show you!!!"

In an instant, Charles took the initiative to give up resisting and allowed Apocalypse to enter his consciousness.

But before that, Charles had used the ability amplified by Apocalypse to directly connect to the minds of every person on Earth.

In that instant, the voices and emotions of seven billion people violently assaulted Apocalypse’s consciousness.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!"

For a moment, Apocalypse was powerless to resist. He fell to his knees and howled in pain.

However, Orion Cross knew that Apocalypse was only unused to it right now. He only needed a little while. It would not even take long before he recovered.

"Charles, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Orion Cross knocked on the wall inside the consciousness space and spoke to Charles, who was taking the opportunity to beat Apocalypse up.

"The bad news."

Charles kicked Apocalypse away, then sat down on the ground, panting. He looked at Orion Cross, and a trace of relief flashed through his eyes. "You finally came. Say it. Did something happen to the school, or does the plan need to change?"

"Neither. It’s more serious."

Orion Cross shook his head.

"Erik joined him?"

Charles frowned and looked at Apocalypse, who was slowly climbing back up in the distance.

"No. It’s your hair. Because of Apocalypse’s transfer ritual, it has all fallen out, and even your hair follicles have been completely destroyed. From now on, you’re bald."

Orion Cross pointed at Charles’s still-flowing hair inside the consciousness space and said.

"What?"

Charles subconsciously touched his head.

For a moment, he did not know whether he should feel relieved or devastated.

"What about the plan?"

Charles came back to his senses and asked.

"The plan is complete. You’ve worked hard."

Orion Cross smiled and nodded to Charles, then walked toward Apocalypse.

Orion Cross’s Phoenix Force was pure high-level energy. Aside from carrying an ability that allowed him to control all psychic ability users below the Phoenix Force, it did not possess Jean Grey’s destructive power.

However, that one ability alone was enough to deal with Apocalypse.

There was no doubt that Apocalypse also had psychic abilities, but his psychic abilities were only average. Otherwise, he would not have coveted Charles’s power.

And that average psychic ability might have already been the best Apocalypse could find in ancient Egypt after exhausting all his efforts.

As an ability acquired through "transplantation," when Apocalypse was not actively using it, Orion Cross could not lock onto him with the Phoenix Force.

The so-called plan was for Charles to resist with all his strength and force Apocalypse to use the psychic ability that could suppress and control mutants.

As long as that happened, Apocalypse would lose his protective barrier in front of Orion Cross. He would be digging his own grave.

In the outside world, Charles and Apocalypse, who were lying on the platforms, opened their eyes at the same time.

"Charles, are you all right?"

Seeing his friend wake up, Hank hugged him in surprise and joy.

Raven and Diana noticed that Apocalypse had also awakened and immediately entered battle stances.

"There’s no need. He’s being controlled by Orion."

Charles touched his bald head and smiled at the two of them.

"Orion?"

Raven walked up to Orion Cross and discovered that his eyes were indeed closed.

"No! What are you trying to do?!"

Apocalypse, who was sitting on the platform, suddenly began convulsing and talking to himself.

But everyone knew that this had to be because Orion Cross had done something that terrified him.

"How is he planning to deal with him?"

Hank carried Charles down from the platform and placed him on the ground, then looked up at Apocalypse, who was going mad, and asked in confusion.

"I don’t know either. He only told me the first half of the plan."

Charles shook his head slightly, then looked strangely at the others. "He didn’t tell you?"

"We didn’t even know the first half."

Raven rolled her eyes and said.

Psylocke was just about to say something when she suddenly found her body stiffen. Looking down, she saw that she had already been bound by the Lasso of Truth.

"What are you doing? Haven’t I already abandoned the dark and joined the light?"

Psylocke asked somewhat angrily.

"Just in case. For his safety."

After hearing Psylocke say that, Diana withdrew the Lasso of Truth.

"I really don’t know what’s so charming about him."

Psylocke rubbed her arm, snorted, and walked aside, keeping a certain distance from Orion Cross.

"You’ll know soon enough."

Raven raised her head and looked at Apocalypse, who was struggling just like Charles had a minute ago, and spoke calmly.