But the Mutant Race had already been wiped out completely at the beginning, so where could they find newly hatched mbers of the Mutant Race?
Fortunately, Icarus discovered two mutant eggs under the Antarctic ice cap.
Yet, the eggs no longer had any life in them.
But that didn’t matter, he knew a place abundant with Life Energy — the Lost World where he and Sersi had once spent happy tis before he chose to leave without a word.
So he returned here and successfully hatched new mbers of the Mutant Race using the Life Energy here.
And as his first ally, it was naturally the offspring he had with Sersi, the Uighur Race.
Rather than let his and Sersi’s descendants perish with the Divine Appearance, he’d prefer to personally bury them himself.
Of course.
This was all Hawk’s deduction based on the murals he saw in the Lost World, combined with the plot of the Eternal Race movie.
After all, Icarus hadn’t spoken much to him.
But Hawk felt the course of events was more or less like this.
Peter opened his mouth.
"So, in our Earth, there’s really a Cosmic Celestial God, and in the future, he will erge and destroy our Earth at the sa ti."
"Pretty much."
"Hiss!"
Peter took a sharp breath and then looked at Hawk, "Hawk, we must stop this from happening."
Hawk, hearing this and seeing Peter’s slight agitation, smiled, "Alright, how do you plan to stop it? Tiam is down there, and there is indeed a way to kill Tiam."
Peter’s eyes lit up.
"What?"
"Destroy the Earth."
"What?"
"Tiam is gestating in Earth’s core, the only way to stop his ergence is to interrupt his Life Energy, and the only way is to destroy the Earth ourselves before Tiam destroys it, just like Icarus did with his and Sersi’s offspring."
"No way."
Peter shook his head like a rattle: "No way, this can’t be, isn’t there any other way?"
Looking at Peter, who seed genuinely eager for an answer, Hawk put away his joking expression.
Peter was still the sa Peter.
A Spider Spirit with perhaps limited ability but unlimited responsibility.
Hawk thought, watching Peter, who really wanted to know if there was a way to stop the ’Divine Appearance’.
"There is!"
"What!"
"Believe in the wisdom of future generations."
"..."
Peter, hearing this, looked bewildered and at the earnest Hawk: "What... kind of solution is that."
With a glance at Felicia, who had finished talking with the High Priest and was walking towards them, Hawk smiled at Peter, "Let give you another answer, do you trust ?"
Peter nodded without hesitation.
"Of course."
"Then it’s alright, don’t worry, there’s still , if I’m not in a hurry, why are you?"
"True enough."
Peter nodded subconsciously and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then.
Felicia also walked over.
Because of Hawk’s almost reassuring assurance, Peter, no longer worried about the future destruction of Earth, looked curiously at Felicia, wondering about the High Priest’s decision.
"How about it, are they going back?"
"No."
Felicia shook her head, glanced once at the High Priest, who was leaning on a walking stick and heading towards the Uighur Hall, then looked at Hawk and Peter and said, "The High Priest has realized they absolutely cannot return, perhaps he just wanted to know the truth that has troubled their people for countless generations."
Hawk’s gaze also fell on the slight hunchback of the High Priest’s back heading towards the Uighur Hall: "The suspicion must have been passed down through the generations of High Priests, otherwise the first High Priest wouldn’t have stayed behind to await death."
He recalled that forr High Priest who had died sitting before those ten divine Adamantium statues in the Uighur Hall of the Lost World.
It was Icarus and Sersi’s first child.
He must have known sothing, which led him to enter the hall and calmly welco his fate taken by his father who walked in from outside with a smile.
My life was given by you, and if you want to take it, you must do it yourself.
Hawk speculated on the first High Priest’s thoughts before death. This was why he only collected the mountain parts when taking Adamantium, not those statues completely made of Adamantium in the hall.
Not out of regard for Icarus or Sersi, but for that first High Priest.
In the face of death, fear is instinctual for all living beings.
But the courage to face death is a human anthem.
Icarus may not be human, but that first High Priest was human.
A bit pedantic, though.
If it were Hawk, he wouldn’t talk; he’d save the useful in case of future need, adopt the Thirty-Six Stratagems, prioritize fleeing, as revenge can wait ten years, rally three thousand soldiers and swallow Wu, endure hardships and hone his skills for decades, before coming out of hiding to personally fight Icarus.
That’s what he thought and that’s what he did.
Before gaining the ability to take revenge, the best strategy was not even to consider revenge, just as he had never revealed his hatred to anyone before his Little Cosmos was activated.
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