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Magneto and Professor X fled in panic. It was the closest either of them had ever been to death, and it humbled their previously blind arrogance.
Through Victor Sabretooth's eyes, Lancelot calmly observed Magneto awkwardly maneuvering the floating metal plates, scrambling through the air.
"Return, Victor." As Magneto and the others disappeared from sight, Lancelot issued the command.
"As you command, my king." Victor, still in the throes of Geass's berserk state, obeyed without hesitation.
His massive form surged forward, racing across the ground like the king of beasts tearing through the forest.
Moments later, Victor had returned to the ruined bar. He surveyed the terrified humans and stepped lightly toward Harkins.
"Geass." As Victor approached, Lancelot, connected to him via Geass, attempted to extend his influence to the bar's patrons from an incredible distance.
It was an impulse, but the result astonished Lancelot.
As Lancelot activated his Geass from the secret KGB base in the Soviet Union, the birds in Victor's eyes flapped, chirping, and then shot from his vision into the sky, descending upon everyone except Harkins.
"Forget everything that happened here." Lancelot smiled, realizing he had discovered a way to issue Geass commands to others through a Geass-enabled agent.
Under Lancelot's influence, the previously terrified bar patrons grew dazed. Their memories of the chaos began to melt away like snow.
As Lancelot's Geass spread, Victor's berserk state gradually subsided, and his form shrank back from a colossal saber-toothed tiger into human shape.
In the Soviet KGB secret base, Lancelot sat on his sofa. The birds in his eyes slowly faded, and once they vanished entirely, his connection to Victor was severed.
He did not care that Victor hadn't brought back Wolverine Logan. In Lancelot's eyes, Logan was far more troublesome than Victor at this moment. Without adamantium, Logan was merely a level-4 mutant.
Compared to Logan, Victor's berserk Geass had left Lancelot stunned.
"John." Lancelot tapped the table lightly. The air shimmered, and a phantom of John appeared before him.
"My lord, your command." Phantom John bowed respectfully, awaiting instructions.
"Bring Victor Sabretooth back." Lancelot handed him a map marked with Victor's location.
"As you command, my king." Phantom John received the map, bowed once more, and vanished into a ghostly form.
As Phantom John departed, Emma, the White Queen, entered wearing a seductive white mini-dress.
"Lancelot, our Mutant Evolution House has been refurbished." She gave him a deep kiss before smiling elegantly.
"Thank you for your effort, Emma." Lancelot casually pulled her into his embrace. This was the second message he had received since Victor's Geass had gone berserk.
After killing General Maxim Ivanov, Lancelot had ordered Raven to assume Ivanov's identity and, together with the White Queen Emma, taken control of nearly half of the Soviet KGB agents.
In just a few days, Lancelot had become a de facto ruler of the secret intelligence agency in the Soviet Union.
Additionally, over the past few days, he had imprinted the consciousness of these KGB agents into his own Geass. These agents had now become a source of power for Lancelot.
Due to the escalating Cold War, neither the Soviet high command nor KGB leadership noticed that their operatives had changed allegiances.
"Let's go see our second home." Lancelot stood and left the office with the White Queen Emma.
On the platform outside, he overlooked the KGB agents below. Once busy, they all halted their work.
"Form ranks!" shouted a burly agent, 1.9 meters tall, in Russian.
Clang.
All agents aligned perfectly, feet together, hands straightening their uniforms. They raised their left hands over their heads in the solemn Soviet salute.
"Long live my king!" Several thousand agents shouted with fervor, their eyes burning with loyalty as they awaited orders.
"Prepare an aircraft for me." Lancelot's eyes scanned the formation approvingly as he gave the command.
He did not need to understand Russian. Geass commands transcended language. Even the deaf and mute could obey if Lancelot issued the order.
"Yes, sir!" The agents cheered and immediately began preparing the aircraft.
Within five minutes, a fighter jet arrived at Lancelot's location. Standing on the tarmac, he waited for Phantom John while inspecting the slightly outdated jet with interest.
"Sir Lancelot, this is a fighter captured during World War II. Originally, it was a new model developed by the NC secret division. We have not yet successfully deciphered its engine," a statuesque blonde woman explained, noticing his curiosity.
"Secret Division?" Lancelot's gaze fell on the skull insignia on the wing.
Perhaps the KGB agents did not understand its meaning, but Lancelot did: HYDRA.
The tentacle-like design below the skull symbolized that cutting off one head would grow two more.
"Claire Voyant… or should I call you… Black Widow?" Lancelot turned his head, locking eyes on the blonde woman behind him, speaking with keen interest.
"It is my honor to serve you, sir."