Sebastian’s words stunned Hank, but he had no time to dwell on them.

He spoke urgently, “Sebastian, please tell Charles and the others that we’re not in immediate danger.

The experiments have hit a deadlock—they can’t yet replicate our abilities in every Sentinel.

Tell them to prepare thoroughly before coming. They mustn’t act rashly!”

“Hank, don’t worry,” Sebastian replied. “I’m here to rescue you.”

“Sebastian, don’t be reckless!” Hank warned. “You’re no match for them. This place doesn’t just hold mutants under their control—it also houses the original Sentinels.

These aren’t like the ones outside. They’re rare, built with top-grade materials, including some Adamantium, making them incredibly durable.

Worst of all, they’ve been modified to wield our abilities. You can’t take them on alone!”

Hank’s agitation raised his voice and movements, drawing the attention of a guard outside.

The guard stormed forward, brandishing an electric baton and striking the cell door. “Get up!” he roared at Hank. “Stand up, now! What were you saying? What kind of scheme are you plotting?”

Ignoring the guard’s orders, Hank whispered to Sebastian, “Sebastian, leave now! Go back and tell Charles and the others I’ll be fine. They won’t kill us until they’ve cracked our abilities!”

As Hank spoke, the cell door swung fully open. An ordinary Sentinel robot stepped inside, its arm reaching for Hank.

At that moment, a wisp of black smoke—Sebastian in Phase Form burst from Hank’s side, surging into the Sentinel’s body. In the next instant, Sebastian shifted to Phantom Form, his body growing immense as a massive crow erupted from the Sentinel, tearing it apart. Spreading its wings, the crow flapped fiercely, sending the approaching guards flying.

Some guards crashed headfirst into the rear wall, dying on impact.

Reverting to human form, Sebastian faced a shocked Hank. With a wave of his wand, he cast Alohomora, and the shackles and suppression devices binding Hank fell away, granting him freedom.

Without hesitation, Hank transformed into his beast form and charged toward the other cells with Sebastian. Having already engaged the enemy, they needed to rescue everyone as quickly as possible to muster enough strength to confront the Sentinels.

But before Hank reached the nearest cell, holding Nightcrawler Kurt, Charles’s calm voice sounded in his ear.

Hank turned to see a large portal slowly opening.

Charles, maneuvering his wheelchair, emerged from the other side, appearing before Hank.

“Charles… Raven, you’re all here,” Hank said, his face breaking into a smile as he watched the X-Men emerge from the portal.

Raven, seeing Hank’s scarred body, approached and gently touched his cheek. “Not just us,” she said. “Erik and his team are here too.”

As she spoke, Sebastian opened another portal with a flick of his wand.

Erik, leading the elite members of the Brotherhood of Mutants, stepped through. He glanced at Charles and Sebastian, saying, “I hope your plan works.”

Erik had never witnessed Sebastian in action, so he lacked a direct understanding of his power.

Though Charles had told him Sebastian was extraordinarily strong, Erik remained skeptical, unconvinced without seeing it for himself.

Surveying the gathered mutants, Sebastian waved his wand sharply, casting Alohomora.

Every cell door in the facility swung open, and the restrained mutants broke free. Those not too severely injured stepped out on their own.

“Hank,” Sebastian said, “gather all the injured. We don’t have much time.

At the very least, we can’t let them become a burden. I’ll heal them, restoring enough strength for self-defense.”

At Sebastian’s command, Hank and the newly arrived mutants sprang into action, assembling the previously imprisoned mutants.

Among the twenty-some gathered were recent additions like Wolverine Logan and Cyclops Scott.

Sebastian raised his wand, casting Episkey, releasing a white aura that spread rapidly over the wounded.

As the light dissipated, the injured found their wounds significantly improved. Though not fully healed, they were no longer hindered, regaining enough strength to protect themselves.

Lowering his wand, Sebastian noticed Erik standing behind Charles, watching him.

Raven’s usual spot beside Charles was now taken by Erik. Sebastian mused that no one present would believe there wasn’t something special between these two globally renowned mutant leaders.

Clearing his throat to dispel such thoughts, Sebastian addressed Erik. “We have two options now. First, we leave immediately and plan another chance to destroy this place.

Second, we stay and demolish it completely, ensuring the key personnel can’t recreate the Sentinel program. What do you and Charles think?”

Before Erik could respond, Charles spoke up, his voice steady. “Sebastian, there’s no need to choose. They’re already here.”

As Charles’s words fell, the ground trembled with the roar and vibrations of Sentinels advancing at high speed.

The unmistakable sound heightened the tension among the mutants. As battle-hardened members of the X-Men and Brotherhood, most had faced Sentinels before, and the noise stirred their nerves.

As the group braced for combat, awaiting the Sentinels and soldiers, Logan suddenly roared.

His claws extended from between his knuckles, and he lunged at a Sentinel emerging from a corridor corner.

With a sharp chink, Logan’s six claws pierced the Sentinel’s body, tearing and slashing relentlessly.

Erik’s magnetic powers were useless against Sentinels, whose surfaces were coated with a material that nullified his abilities.

But that didn’t render him helpless. When the Sentinel’s mouth began to morph, Erik acted, manipulating the Adamantium in Logan’s body to yank him back, narrowly dodging a spray of highly corrosive mucus.

“Charles, these Sentinels are using Azazel’s and Siren’s abilities, aren’t they?” Erik asked.

Charles’s face showed a trace of regret as he nodded slowly. “Yes, they’re using their powers. Fortunately, Sentinels can’t wield multiple abilities at once, or we’d be in far greater trouble.”

As Erik spoke, the Sentinel Logan had attacked suddenly dissolved into a red mist, vanishing from sight.

At that moment, the Sentinel reappeared before Charles, its sleek arm morphing into a long spear, thrusting directly toward him.

Just then, Erik raised his hand. The metal floor warped into a sharp, slender spike, piercing through the Sentinel from between its legs and emerging from its head, destroying it instantly.

Witnessing Erik dispatch the Sentinel so effortlessly, all the mutants present felt a surge of exhilaration. They glimpsed the hope of victory.

Sebastian observed the mutants’ reactions with a slight sigh. Despite their extraordinary abilities, mutants were, at their core, ordinary in psyche. Few possessed the exceptional resolve to push their powers to their limits—or beyond. Such individuals were rare.

Charles, Erik, and Logan were among them. Raven and Hank were halfway there. As for the others, most hadn’t even fully tapped into their true potential.

Take Nightcrawler Kurt, for example. His abilities were comparable to Azazel’s, yet Azazel’s threat level far surpassed his. If Kurt could fully harness his powers, even Erik might struggle to counter him.

But currently, Kurt was merely a support player, with a long road ahead to become a true warrior.

Perhaps because Erik had so decisively eliminated the Sentinel, the human soldiers behind hesitated to advance. The battlefield fell eerily silent.

Sebastian turned to Charles. “Charles, I’m leaving this to you. I’ll hunt down the researchers, the central computer storing their data, and the original Sentinels.

Be cautious—there’s likely more than one or two original Sentinels. If you encounter them, you’ll face a grueling fight.”

Before Charles could respond, Erik interjected, “Go do what you need to. We’ll handle things here. If we can’t defeat these enemies, mutants have no future.”

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