Chapter 471 Mad Maximus
"I encountered some trouble, sir."
Even though it was a phone call, the tall and large Golem still respectfully struck a submissive pose, like a Japanese person, before replying respectfully.
"I was delayed by humans, and it took some time to finally get rid of the trouble."
"Is that so, is that so." The voice on the phone sounded, clearly impatient. "Then how is the mission I gave you going?"
"It still needs some time," Golem replied, shamefully.
"Humph, I've already given you time, Golem. Have you forgotten the oath you swore to me, guaranteeing to complete the mission in a few days?"
"A week."
Faced with the question from the person on the other end of the line, Golem could only lower his head in shame. His earlier words now felt like an invisible hand, slapping him across the face.
"Hold the human artifact, Golem." The person on the other end of the line snorted coldly. "I'll send someone to find you. Until then, don't cause me any more trouble."
Before Golem could reply, the phone hung up, but Golem still replied respectfully.
"Yes, sir."
Golem then grabbed the clothes discarded on the ground by the fleeing people, using them as a towel to wipe himself before leaving the camp.
Logically, Golem should have waited at the original place, but this was, after all, a human activity area. The humans who escaped might return, and the sir had already warned against causing more trouble. Therefore, Golem needed to find another place.
Plunging back into the forest, Golem didn't retrace his steps. After all, the place was also known to the person who had rescued him, and that person's purpose remained unclear. Golem couldn't foolishly return to that exposed place.
Eventually, Golem chose a forest indistinguishable from the surroundings. After waiting for about ten minutes, a peculiar sound caught Golem's attention. When he looked up, he saw a flying vehicle with a unique design.
Golem was very familiar with the design of that flying vehicle. It was unmistakably an Inhuman flying vehicle. He knew the person sent by the sir had arrived.
The flying vehicle landed slowly, completely ignoring the trees beneath it. Under the pressure of the flying vehicle's sturdy body, the thick trees turned into fragments with a cracking sound.
After a forced landing in the dense forest, the flying vehicle's cabin door slowly opened. Golem was already standing at the cabin doorway, waiting for whoever was inside to emerge.
The moment he saw who emerged, Golem showed a flustered expression. Immediately, he knelt on one knee and said in a panicked voice.
"It was actually you who came in person; this subordinate can't help but be terrified."
Yang Le also saw the face of the mystery person at this time. He was a young male with no particularly noticeable characteristics. The only thing Yang Le noticed was his head of black hair, which looked somewhat familiar.
Oh, right, there were also the clothes the other person was wearing. It was an overcoat, completely black but trimmed with white edges, looking both noble and plain. Even Yang Le could tell the fabric of those clothes was definitely not ordinary goods.
However, the fabric of the clothes wasn't the main reason Yang Le was drawn to him. It was because he happened to know an Inhuman member who wore similar clothes – Black Bolt's younger brother, Maximus.
His nickname was Mad Maximus. He had indeed done many insane and reckless things in his life. He was like Yuan Benchu in the late Han Dynasty, always starting with a crazy, grand action, but the result was often disappointing.
"Sir."
Seeing Maximus remain silent, Golem spoke again in panic, but he still didn't dare to raise his head.
"Wow, wow, wow."
Maximus exclaimed three times in a row, not only raising his voice, but also making Golem's heart leap.
"Being captured by humans, Golem, you're really something. Should I give you a round of applause?"
Maximus didn't get angry, but laughed. He bent down, looking at Golem who didn't dare to raise his head, and placed his hand near the other's head, clapping.
Golem was shocked by Maximus's words. He raised his head in disbelief and saw Maximus's smile, which was clearly forced.
"Sir, I…"
Maximus didn't give Golem a chance to explain. He pulled a black short rod from his overcoat, flicked it casually to extend it, and then whipped it across Golem's face.
"Bang!"
After a muffled thud, cracks appeared in the stone skin of Golem's cheeks. Red blood flowed from the cracks, and Golem immediately shut his mouth, stopping speaking.
"Do I need your explanation? Do you remember what I said, Golem? I only care about the result, the result!"
Maximus pressed the short rod against Golem's shoulder. The cold sound made Golem shudder involuntarily.
"You know, Golem, I hate those humans the most. And yet, you were captured by those humans and almost subjected to dissection experiments by humans. You've disgraced more than just yourself, Golem."
Maximus's expression instantly turned ferocious. Another blow from the stick landed on Golem's face, and more stone debris fell from his face, but Golem still didn't dare to move.
"You've disgraced the Inhumans. Why do you still have the face to live in this world? You should have atoned with death the moment you were captured. What kind of will to live makes you cling to life until now?"
"It's your plan, sir," Golem finally seized the opportunity to reply to Maximus's question. Even just saying those words left Golem breathless.
"I wouldn't dare die before completing your plan. I beg you, give me another opportunity. I will immediately commit suicide to atone after completing the mission."
"How touching, Golem." Maximus straightened up, looking expressionlessly at Golem, who was desperately trying to survive.
"But unfortunately, I don't need you anymore."
"What does that mean?" Golem raised his head in surprise, looking at Maximus in front of him. The other man had already turned and was walking back towards the flying vehicle.
"Deal with this disgrace to the Inhumans."
Maximus spoke as he walked. When his foot stepped onto the flying vehicle's ladder, a tall shadow burst from inside the flying vehicle, bypassed Maximus, and rushed towards Golem, who was kneeling on one knee on the ground.
A sense of crisis arose in Golem's heart for no reason, and he subconsciously raised his hands.
"Bang!"
After a muffled thud, Golem looked in surprise at the person before him. He had never seen this person before.
"Your Majesty is right," the person said. A voice like a beast drilled into Golem's ear.
"Clearly committing an unforgivable mistake, yet still clinging to life, your existence is a disgrace to the Inhumans."
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 472 Whiplash
"Who are you?"
Although Gao Lei Mu blocked the opponent's attack with his arms, he was still shocked by the opponent's power.
You should know that although there are many experts among the Inhumans, not many people can compete with him in power, and more importantly, he knows all of these people, but the person in front of him is clearly not one of them.
Having blocked the opponent's attack, Gao Lei Mu finally saw the appearance of the person in front of him. It was a terrifying appearance, just like a Goblin in Legends.
The person in front of him was shirtless, revealing a bronze and sturdy body. His scarlet eyes stared at him like a Beast in prey. His hair, like barbs, was distinct, just like the quills of a Hedgehog.
"Your executioner, you can call me **Lash**."
**Lash** grinned hideously. The palm of his right hand, pressed on Gao Lei Mu's arms, glowed with a dark blue light. Before Gao Lei Mu could understand what was happening, the dark blue light suddenly erupted.
"Boom!"
It was like a soaring flame. Gao Lei Mu, who had no time to dodge, was directly enveloped by the dark blue energy pillar. The explosion of energy only lasted for a few seconds. When the energy dissipated, all that appeared in front of everyone was a small piece of land and forest 'shaved' off by the energy pillar.
And Gao Lei Mu was now at the end of the small piece of forest that had been shaved off. The sudden energy impact pushed him back dozens of meters, and even Yang Le, who was eavesdropping nearby, was almost affected.
"Huff~"
Gao Lei Mu, having resisted **Lash's** attack, was only panting heavily. Don't think he blocked the opponent's attack, but his block was not easy at all.
His hair had been burned away, and the pants on his lower body had become tattered. He wouldn't be surprised if they scattered in the wind at any moment.
The arms that bore the brunt of the attack were even more frightening. The armor made of rock-like substance was no longer its original color, turning into a scorched black. However, Gao Lei Mu himself knew that his injury was only frightening to look at. Although he had minor injury, it was not enough to hinder his action.
Gao Lei Mu waved his arms, and the scorched shell was thrown off his arms, revealing a brand-new shell. He patted his face, and even the wound that **Maximus** had just knocked out had healed.
"The information didn't say you also have self-healing ability." **Lash** revealed a playful smile. "You really are disloyal to His Majesty."
"Serving that madman, you definitely have to have a backup plan." Gao Lei Mu raised his fists and assumed a stance. "As a senior, I remind you, don't exhaust yourself for that madman, it's not worth it."
"My present is your future. When you lose your value, you will become like me."
"Are you done?" **Lash** scoffed at Gao Lei Mu's persuasion. "I thought you could say something profound, but as expected, they are all ideas that only a coward would have."
Seeing that **Lash** was impervious to persuasion, Gao Lei Mu could only shut his mouth. He was not a person good at talking. Although Gao Lei Mu thought about turning **Lash** against him, it was clear that he could not succeed.
A prisoner at a dead end, and the Royal Family of the Inhumans, even a Dog knows how to choose.
Oh, these words cannot be said, after all, there is indeed a Dog in their Inhumans Royal Family.
Since the language offensive was useless, Gao Lei Mu could only try to use force to win a lifeline for himself. Having made up his idea, Gao Lei Mu did not hesitate, striding his heavy hitter towards **Lash** and charging over.
**Lash** has currently demonstrated multiple abilities, including but not limited to: Super Strength, Super Speed, Body strength that can directly clash with his Armor, and that powerful Power Emission ability.
Based on the abilities the opponent has currently shown, Gao Lei Mu knew that only by closing the distance could he have a lifeline. If he exposed his back and ran away, it would be tantamount to letting himself be slaughtered. Whether it was **Lash's** Power Emission or the armament carried by the aircraft, they could all turn him into a sieve.
"Ha-yah!"
Gao Lei Mu roared, using Qi to enhance his power, shoulder leading elbow, elbow leading hand, his fist, like a hydraulic press, slammed towards **Lash's** head.
**Lash** raised both hands, not rushing to attack. Just as Gao Lei Mu's fist was about to slam into his face, **Lash** attacked.
**Lash** first used his right hand to slap his wrist, forcibly shifting the point of impact of this punch. Then, he used his left hand to closely adhere to Gao Lei Mu's arm to manipulate it. In this way, both hands exerted force at the same time, leading Gao Lei Mu's punch to strike into empty air.
Not finished yet, **Lash** extended his right leg to trap Gao Lei Mu's right foot, causing Gao Lei Mu's body to lose balance, wanting to use the power of Gao Lei Mu's punch to directly throw him down.
Gao Lei Mu saw **Lash's** purpose and quickly placed his left hand on **Lash's** shoulder while changing his body center, preventing the opponent from throwing him out.
**Lash** couldn't throw out Gao Lei Mu who had changed his center of gravity, so he could only change his strategy. His right leg went further, inserting between Gao Lei Mu's legs and tripping Gao Lei Mu's leg pit, wanting to throw him down again.
Because Gao Lei Mu changed his center of gravity, his body naturally tilted backward. **Lash** was taking advantage of this. Gao Lei Mu knew that he could not avoid this, and immediately began to change his action.
His left hand on **Lash's** shoulder and his right hand, which had been deviated by **Lash**, bent at the same time, firmly holding **Lash** in front of his chest. Gao Lei Mu suddenly lifted, his heavy hitter and belly exerting force at the same time, actually wanting to use the power of falling to throw **Lash** over his back.
If this throw was successful, **Lash** would definitely lose combat power for a period of time. In order not to let the opponent succeed, **Lash**, before Gao Lei Mu could lift him up, tried hard to extend his right leg, which was inserted between the opponent's legs, forward.
In this way, **Lash's** right leg and Gao Lei Mu's legs formed a stable triangular structure, preventing Gao Lei Mu's back throw. Seeing this, Gao Lei Mu could only raise his head backward, preparing to give **Lash** a headbutt.
You should know that Gao Lei Mu's head is also wrapped in rock shell, and the power of his headbutt is self-evident.
When **Lash** saw Gao Lei Mu tilting his head back, he knew the opponent's purpose. Dark blue light emerged from his body again. When Gao Lei Mu saw this light, he secretly thought it was bad, and immediately released his hands, but was still one step too late.
"Boom!"
The dazzling light temporarily took away everyone's line of sight present, including Gao Lei Mu who was the target. The energy impact that erupted at close range almost killed him.
Although his upper body was wrapped in rock shell, their hardness was different. First, the hardest was his arms, then his head, and finally other parts. His relatively soft belly was about to be hit directly by the explosion.
And his legs were now torn and bloody. Gao Lei Mu estimated that **Lash** could not control the direction of the close-range explosion well, fearing to accidentally injure himself, so the power of this explosion was not as great as before.
But this was already enough to cause damage to him.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 473 Vanishing Magneto
Before **Rath** could land from the impact of the explosion, Whiplash had already charged up again.
He waved away the smoke and dust stirred up by the explosion with one hand, appearing beside **Rath** like a demon.
"Bear!"
Dark blue energy appeared on Whiplash's fists, and Whiplash showed no mercy to **Rath**, whose defenses were wide open. For a time, fists fell like raindrops.
**Rath's** arm had barely been raised when Whiplash struck it with even greater power. Faced with this storm-like attack, **Rath** couldn't even mount an effective resistance.
"Bang!"
With a punch, **Rath's** body flew back several meters before crashing heavily to the ground. The man who had been like an iron tower could no longer be recognized in his original form.
The rock armor he usually prided himself on was now tattered and broken. His cracked shell was like parched earth, and scarlet blood water continuously gushed from the openings, even revealing the red muscle beneath the shell.
"Drip."
Whiplash looked at his dripping blood fists. The blood on them was both **Rath's** and his own. To break through shells of that level, how could there be no price to pay?
Tearing off a piece of battle skirt, Whiplash bandaged his hands while walking towards **Rath**. When he reached the other, Whiplash first stepped on **Rath's** shoulder, who was lying on his side, and kicked him forcefully to turn him face-up before bending down and extending his right hand.
Whiplash placed his right hand on **Rath's** chest, and dark blue light shone again, but this time it didn't come from Whiplash, but from **Rath**.
Dark blue energy surged out continuously, climbing up Whiplash's right hand and onto his body. Just as he was about to drain all the energy from **Rath's** body, **Rath** moved.
"Snap!"
**Rath's** right hand suddenly grabbed Whiplash's arm. Whiplash's expression remained unchanged, not at all frightened by **Rath's** 'corpse resurrection', just coldly looking at him.
"Let... go of, my... family," **Rath** pleaded.
"Ple... Please!"
Whiplash expressionlessly looked at **Rath**, who had already breathed his last. The other's hand was gripping his arm tightly, and Whiplash couldn't pull it away without force.
Without hesitation, Whiplash increased his power and pulled his arm out of **Rath's** hand. Looking at that twisted but weakly falling right hand, the power that the other had erupted before death made him slightly surprised.
"Whoosh!"
Whiplash aimed his right hand at **Rath's** corpse, and dark blue energy erupted again, burning the corpse to ashes.
Having done all this, Whiplash dispersed the energy in his hand and walked towards the flying vehicle.
"Five minutes," Maximus said, standing at the entrance of the flying vehicle.
"You only took five minutes to deal with the best warrior under my command. Your performance surprises me, Whiplash."
"Please allow me to correct you on one mistake," Whiplash said, looking up at Maximus on the steps.
"Oh?" Maximus asked with a smile. "What mistake?"
Whiplash said, word by word, "I am the most powerful warrior under your command."
Maximus was first stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and said, "That's right, look at me, actually making such a simple mistake."
Whiplash didn't interrupt, just quietly watched Maximus silly smile. The guards around them also fell silent, and no one dared to laugh along.
This was Mad Maximus, a fickle guy with unpredictable moods. No one knew if he would pull out a gun and murder someone in the next second.
"Oh, right," Maximus wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, looking at Whiplash as if suddenly remembering something.
"What did **Rath** say just before his death?"
"He said to let go of his family," Whiplash honestly recounted what had just happened.
After listening, Maximus curled his lip in disdain, saying with a hint of anger, "As expected, he's an idiot, how could I casually murder people in Attilan? That would attract my brother's attention. If the great Black Bolt knew I was casually killing his subjects, how would he punish me?"
Maximus revealed a playful smile and said, "He might walk up to me, then quietly say 'Good night' to me, and then my body will go 'Bang!'"
Maximus's hands suddenly opened in a fireworks shape, as if to metaphorically describe his tragic ending.
"I will guard against his Majesty for you," Whiplash solemnly promised.
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Overconfident," Maximus waved his hand. "Don't worry, I won't be exposed, nor will I let you go to your death in vain. Regarding how to deal with the great Black Bolt, I already have some ideas."
Maximus revealed a bloodthirsty smile. Although Whiplash didn't know what his master's plan was, he chose to believe. The other soldiers didn't even dare to fart, while Yang Le was almost driven crazy. He was finally about to hear a big plan, but why did he stop talking about it?
Yang Le: 'Riddler, get out of the Marvel Universe!'
...
"Scott!"
Cyclops turned his head and saw his girlfriend Jean walking towards him, holding a stack of files.
"What's wrong, so listless? Seeing your girlfriend, you're not even happy?" Jean pretended to be angry, puffing out her cheeks and looking at the dejected Cyclops with a pout.
"No, Jean, if you weren't holding a huge pile of files, I would definitely be happy," Cyclops said, accurately finding his coffee cup from the pile of files and taking a sip.
"You know, I've been working overtime for three days, and Professor Xavier has been missing for a long time. No matter what, I can't be happy."
Jean placed her hand on Scott's shoulder and comforted him, saying, "I know you're tired, but this is all for the sake of all compatriots. We will all help you together."
"As for Professor Xavier, doesn't he contact Beast every day? Don't worry, no one in this world can be unfavorable to Professor Xavier."
"I know," Cyclops sighed. "I'm just worried..."
...
On the boundless sea, there was a small island that seemed to be pieced together. The island's area was not large, about the size of a soccer field, and you could see to the end at a glance.
There was no vegetation on this island, only various corpses lying on the ground. They were in different forms, and some facing upwards still showed terrified expressions. The soil turned up beside them was proof of their previous struggles.
Following these crooked corpses all the way forward, it was easy to see a middle-aged man wearing formal wear in red. He should be the only 'human' alive. At this time, he was sitting on a metal chair with his head lowered.
The man tightly gripped his hair, which was mixed with white strands, with both hands. The howling gale blew his overcoat, making it rustle. Suddenly, a booming lightning illuminated the man's face. It was...
Magneto?
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 474: Magneto's Demise
"Where am I?"
Magneto dazedly opened his eyes. The salty sea breeze not only ruffled his hair but also entered his nose. Magneto frowned slightly as a fishy, foul smell, carried by the sea breeze, also invaded his nostrils.
It smelled like a slaughterhouse. After a few seconds, his line of sight gradually cleared, and he could finally see the scene around him. However, his first glance gave him a big shock.
Standing in front of Magneto was an unfamiliar young man he didn't recognize. Curly hair, a high nose bridge, and deep-set eye sockets made him look like an Indian. The person's expression was blank, his gaze unfocused, and his skin pale, hardly resembling a living human.
Magneto subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but he realized his hand had never been lowered. Because his hand was currently plunged into the young man's chest, and it was because of his hand as support that the corpse in front of him hadn't fallen.
Magneto felt a wave of dizziness and staggered backward. His right hand, plunged into the corpse's chest, was pulled out with a 'pu-ji' sound, a sound that was extremely disgusting.
The corpse, losing its support, fell forward. But the corpse had only just tilted forward when it fell backward at an even faster speed, crashing to the ground with a thud.
While staggering, Magneto's right hand groped backward, and finally, he seemed to touch something very cold and hard. Weak and powerless, he bent his knees and sat directly on the cold thing.
It was a throne made entirely of metal. Only the main body of the throne was intact, looking perfectly natural, as if it had been born that way. However, the symbol on the back of the throne was tattered. An 'X' composed of countless metal fragments of varying sizes rhythmically circled it like rings around a celestial body.
His right hand, covered in fresh blood, hung down powerlessly. Magneto used his left hand to cover his head and asked the question again.
"Where am I?"
"Boom!"
Astonishing lightning struck down from the air, landing not far from Magneto. This startled him awake. Magneto subconsciously looked up, and the scene he saw made his expression change.
It could only be described as corpses strewn across the battlefield. Dozens of corpses were like a road, stretching from the end of the island to the throne he was sitting on.
"This is... what I did?" Magneto's sound trembled, almost squeezed out from his throat.
'We did it.'
A familiar sound suddenly rang out. Magneto froze on the spot. This sound was far more jarring to him than the thunder just now, because the owner of that sound was someone who should have died long ago.
Magneto mechanically turned his head. What entered his eyes was that very conspicuous bald head. The person was his long-missed best friend, Professor X, Charles Francis Xavier, whom he had personally killed.
"Charles?" Magneto was shocked. "Why? You should have died long ago?"
'Yes, physiologically, I am indeed as dead as can be.' Professor X raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and drew a line from left to right across his chest. Then, following suit, he drew a line from right to left, forming a large 'X'.
'You used the car hood of my favorite car to sever my body. Truly bad taste, Max. To be honest, I felt pain in my heart and body at that time.'
"Then how did you come back to life? I clearly watched you get buried with my own eyes."
Magneto simply couldn't believe what he was seeing. Not only was Charles killed by his own hand, but he had also personally buried him, burying him in the center of Floating Island. He visited almost every month, and it was impossible for someone to dig out his corpse without him knowing.
'That's because I haven't truly 'come back to life' in the real sense, Max.' Professor X spread out his hands. 'Haven't you noticed anything different about me now compared to the past?'
Hearing Professor X say this, Magneto could only suppress the shock in his heart and carefully sized up his old friend. Almost at first glance, he noticed the blind spot.
"You're standing?" Magneto widened his eyes.
'That's right.' Professor X chuckled. 'I am now just a spirit body, so of course, I no longer need to be constrained by the physical body. However, I can only reside in your brain.'
"In my brain..." Magneto looked blankly at what was in front of him. In his 'perspective,' Professor X was indeed standing in front of him, but in reality, there were only a few seagulls standing on a corpse, dividing and eating it.
'At the same time you killed me, my spirit, facing the great threat of death, used mental impact on you.' Professor X slowly walked towards Magneto's direction.
'Originally, I wanted to shut down your brain before you killed me, but you struck too hard. The immense pain, coupled with blood loss, made me unable to use that level of spirit attack.'
Professor X waved his hand, and the small island located in the center of the sea disappeared. When Magneto regained his consciousness, he had already appeared in a town, the very town where he killed Professor X.
Following Professor X's guidance, Magneto saw a scene he would never forget in his life. It was the scene of when he killed Professor X.
The Professor X, who was incredibly kind in the eyes of outsiders, now had a ferocious face. He was currently sitting on a sedan chair made of living dead humans. Some of those living dead replaced his originally immobile foot, while others surged like waves, like celestial gods, floating in the air, around Magneto.
'Of course, this is also inseparable from the help of my good student, Jean.' Professor X pointed again to a red-haired girl in the original battlefield. That was Jean Grey at the time. If it weren't for Jean, Magneto wouldn't have even been able to approach Professor X.
Magneto covered his forehead. He remembered that his brain did receive a heavy strike before Professor X died, but afterward, because nothing happened, he didn't pay much attention to it. It must have been at that time that Professor X infiltrated his brain.
'It's just as you think.' Professor X clapped his hands in the surprised expression of Magneto. 'Don't be so surprised. I told you, I am now in your brain. We can even say we are one person now, so I naturally know what you are thinking.'
"What exactly do you want to do, Charles?" Magneto lowered his left hand, stood up, and walked towards Professor X. His expression became firm again. "Why are you manipulating me to kill these people?"
'Manipulating you?' Professor X seemed to have heard the funniest joke. Then he laughed out loud. That distorted expression was nothing like the Charles that Magneto knew.
"Haven't you noticed yet, Max?" Professor X wiped his moist eyes, wiping away the tears that were produced, whether from laughter or some other emotion.
In Magneto's puzzlement gaze, Charles slowly declared.
'We are already dead, Max.'
'What?'
While puzzled, Magneto subconsciously turned his head and found that on the throne he had left, there was still a person sitting. That person was wearing armor composed of red and purple. The left hand of the suit, with gloves like talons, was supporting his head, sitting lazily on the throne.
Another breeze blew by, and Magneto and Professor X disappeared without a trace, like a mirage...
(End of Chapter)
"You won't get your wish!"
A roar filled with anger and fear rang out, interrupting the thoughts of the person on the Throne. He slightly raised his head and noticed a person, bound tightly, lying in a wretched state beneath his Throne.
"The great Black Bolt will definitely discover your conspiracy with Maximus! When that time comes, Maximus will be executed for treason, and you will be hanged on the gallows."
This was the 'ration' Maximus had sent him. The reason the other party was so generous was because he had reached some agreement with them, but he had somewhat forgotten the specifics.
There was no other way. Not long ago, this body did not completely belong to him. His predecessor, Magneto, was a very vigilant person. If he had rashly appeared, he would have easily been discovered by him, and the immature him at that time would have definitely been obliterated by the other party.
So, he could only shrink into the corner of the other's head and slumber, waiting for the right opportunity to emerge and implement his plan step by step.
To prevent Magneto from noticing anything amiss, he even had to divide all his memory, making them, including the death of Professor X, like childhood memories placed in an unattended corner.
This resulted in his memory being very fragmented. Every time he wanted to string these memories together, it would take him a lot of time. However, things were different now. The time was ripe. Magneto was dead, and now this body completely belonged to him.
The armored man, having pieced together his memory, stood up from the Throne and walked towards the man who was bound like a pig. With the armored man's footsteps, the fear in the man's heart also increased.
"I know who you are!" the man shouted, attempting to stop the armored man's movements. "Magneto, the leader of the mutants, you kidnapped me and killed so many Inhumans. Do you want to start a war with Attilan?"
"Magneto?" The armored man tilted his helmeted head slightly, as if in thought.
"Who is that?"
"Stop pretending!" the man cursed loudly. "You turtle hiding behind a mask, you kill people and don't even dare to show your true identity. A guy like you will definitely lose to Black Bolt."
"Black Bolt," the armored man sighed, his tone filled with an indescribable longing. "I really want to meet this Inhuman king, so much so that it's driving me crazy."
Sharp claws continuously scraped against his chest armor, and faint sparks flew like fireflies.
"Unfortunately, I still need to wait." The armored man lowered his hands, and the man on the ground seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, lifted up in front of the armored man.
"Although I hate your rudeness, you have indeed reminded me that I must have a name."
"What exactly are you talking about?" The man looked in fear at the Magneto he knew. How could this person be like a madman, speaking incoherently?
"The pain, darkness, and rage of Magneto and Professor X drove me to be born. Now that they are dead, I am left alone to bear these."
Sharp claws grabbed the man's head and continuously applied pressure, squeezing the man's head like a hydraulic press.
"For many years, I have been secretly accumulating strength, and I am still doing so now. This long wait makes me insatiable, but I know that one day I will accumulate enough power, and then spray venom on this world. That day is not far off."
"I will launch 'Onslaught' against this world!"
"Crack!"
Like the sound of a watermelon shattering, the man didn't even have time to let out a scream before his head turned into a bloody mess.
"From now on, I will be called Onslaught."
Onslaught dropped the headless corpse, and a gale swept through, causing him to disappear without a trace.
...
"Are you saying that Professor X hasn't contacted you today?"
Scott looked at Beast in front of him. Even though the other's face was buried under blue mane, Scott could still discern the other's panic from his eyes.
"Yes, Scott," Beast nodded. "Normally, at this time every day, Professor X should have contacted me. This is something he arranged when he went out, but today, for some reason, half an hour has passed, and there is still no news from Professor X."
"Have you tried contacting Professor X?" Scott asked, trying his best to calm himself down. After all, Magneto was the backbone of their mutants. Losing Magneto would be like a group of chicks just waiting for the bald eagle next door to peck at them at will.
"I've tried," Beast sighed. "But no one answers."
"Don't worry, Hank, we..."
"Magneto is back!"
Scott was just about to comfort Beast when he heard someone shout outside the door. The two people in the room were first stunned, then they came back to their senses and rushed out of the room one after another.
The two's footsteps were not slow. Following the crowd, they quickly arrived at a place where people were gathered, which was the open area in the center of the town, right in front of the dining hall. A group of mutants were crowding around an extremely familiar figure.
"Excuse me, everyone, excuse me." Scott and Hank said as they squeezed forward, causing some dissatisfaction among the others, but when they saw it was Scott and Hank, they immediately made way.
In this way, Scott arrived unhindered behind Magneto and said somewhat excitedly, "You're back, Magneto."
Magneto's body paused, then turned around. That face, the same as before, finally made the big stone in Scott's heart fall to the ground.
"Oh, it's Scott," Magneto said with a smile.
"Why did you disappear for so long?" Scott asked with a hint of complaint.
"Sorry, child, I went to look for a place suitable for establishing a nation. You know we are going to welcome a large number of compatriots, and New York Harbor is definitely not enough."
Magneto's explanation was very reasonable. Scott and the others did not have a trace of doubt. After hearing that a nation belonging to mutants was to be established, they all showed genuine smiles.
Yang Le was also watching all of this not far away. Although he didn't know what would happen in the future, establishing a nation right now was indeed the best way out for the mutants.
After all, this place is not like the comics X Royal Family. Here, Magneto is the sole power, and there are not so many demons and ghosts. Compared to those, these mutants should be able to live happily, right?
"Aren't you going to take a look?" Yang Le asked Li Qianhuan beside him. This child especially admired Magneto. As long as Magneto was present, she would definitely appear not far away. In addition, she always ran to his side for no reason. Yang Le suspected that Li Qianhuan was likely lacking fatherly love, which was why she always clung to Magneto and him, the first and second oldest in age.
Li Qianhuan shook her head and said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but I always feeling that today's Magneto is a bit different."
"That smile... I've never seen it before."
(End of Chapter)