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"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)
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)
