" On it."
Scott adjusted his glass as he looked at the invisible field that was surrounding them. His eyes glowed red, firing intense laser heat toward the field with unstoppable force that evaporated everything in its way.
He wasn't holding back anymore, he was giving his everything to this shot because they only had one shot here.
" Shoot!"
Havok also gave his all to blast while Charles and Emma peeled off the outer field. The laser immediately went through like a hot knife that was cutting through butter.
" Almost there!"
Scott felt his eyes burning from the heat but he gritted his teeth and continued firing toward old Eric who was battling both sides.
" Such a messy attack can't stop me!"
Eric raised his arms, creating another field, but he forgot one thing. There was another omega level beside them and her name was Jean Grey.
A blazing fire was burning in her eyes as she used every bit of her willpower to create a powerful psychic attack that even surpassed both Charles and Emma.
" Begone!"
She shouted coldly, feeling drained and corrupted due to the nature of her power aka Pheonix that lived inside her.
" You!"
Eric was shocked to witness her power was able to pierce his magnetic field as laser knocked him down to the ground. Before he could regain his consciousness, Darwin grabbed him and threw him into a cell that was made from the special field that could block mutant power, including omega-level ones.
" Eric!"
Mystique tried to free him, but she was rendered useless by Charles who was watching her with vigilance. She could see the sadness in his eyes, but he couldn't abandon his morals for his best friends.
" Let me go! Do you know what would happen if you imprisoned us, Charles? Mutants will be wiped out by the world and not even your beloved leader cannot stop that!"
Mystique said with fury in her eyes, her words caused hesitation in Charles but soon he hardened himself.
" Eric, Mystique!"
Other mutants ran toward their leaders with their all might but in front of the great force of the alliance without their greatest power, they couldn't simply match them. Even Juggernaut was caught by Colossus and Banshee while Pyro couldn't move due to Kitty and Rogue.
" Escape from here!"
Eric gave his orders, looking at his remaining people with a sharp expression as the mutants left the scenario.
The Wakandan warriors raised their spears and chanted their war cry with cheers that deafened their ears.
" This isn't over, Charles. I will make this world a better place for us."
Eric glared at his former friend with hatred and stubbornness in his old eyes that made young Eric frown. He didn't understand why his old self was this stubborn and foolish like he never saw the benefit of Eden, but he knew one thing and that they hated losing.
" Tsk* it is going to be a long day."
He clicked his tongue, checking his watch with an annoyed face. The red symbol on his screen indicated that the mutant school was under attack by Striker and Ross. He moved his fingers to the blue dot on the screen and pressed it without blinking.
" Emergency teleport has been initiated."
His silhouette disappeared along with Eden's mutant force and the prisoners. Charles thought something was amiss as he checked his equipment and saw the emergency contact from the school.
" They have reached our school. We need to teleport there now!"
Storm didn't hesitate to order the xmen to gather as she requested teleport as well. They didn't bid farewell to Shuri, exiting the battlefield with urgency.
Meanwhile in NYC
The beast was checking the cameras while testing his new gears with a bitter face. He couldn't understand how Arthur managed to find a way to restrict mutant genes even though he wasn't a mutant.
" Ah, it is useless. Not only he have magic, but he also has even more advanced technology that is leading the world ahead. I feel like a caveman who is trying to study algebra."
Beast scratched his head with frustration, believing he couldn't solve it without Arthur's help.
" I need to get to their labs and figure this out before others return."
He mumbled lightly, feeling defeated after a while.