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Chapter 234: Battle!
Magneto raised his hands, and it was as if half of New York City began to tremble.
Many ordinary citizens near the coast suddenly felt unwell. Although the sensation was slight, it was undeniably real. What baffled them even more was that everyone around them was feeling the same thing.
"What's going on? I'm suddenly a little dizzy..."
"Ah, why is my nose bleeding?"
"You too?"
Like some terrifying plague, the human magnetic field was being disrupted by the powerful Magneto. Out of self-preservation, people's bodies began to unconsciously resist in an attempt to protect themselves.
But this only exacerbated the adverse reactions.
The skyscrapers also began to tremble faintly, the metal within them starting to resonate with the arrival of their master.
High above, Magneto looked down upon the bustling New York City, like a Deity who could destroy everything with a flick of his wrist.
"This place should serve as the capital of the Mutant Kingdom," Magneto murmured, admiring the vibrant city lights below him.
After lying low for a year, he had finally revealed his ferocious side to the entire world, his majestic demeanor carrying an immense sense of pressure.
A veteran Level Four being was unleashing his power without restraint—a formidable force capable of overturning a continent and confronting a civilization head-on.
"Tony, come out!" Magneto took a deep breath and said coldly. His voice was transmitted into thousands of households, booming like thunder in everyone's ears.
The top figures attending the Global Joint Summit looked up in astonishment, enduring their physical discomfort with bewildered expressions. The magnificent hall instantly erupted into a buzz, like a swarm of roaring flies.
People gradually began to panic. Some dignitaries started to flee, not hesitating to shove through the crowd. A few noblewomen with weaker constitutions were pushed to the ground, but the men who had once fawned over them showed no sign of concern, becoming like familiar strangers. Their panicked expressions twisted into something like ugly monsters.
"Damn it, is that Magneto? Why is that guy here? I suspect he wants to declare war on us!"
"Is he crazy? Does he want to drive the Mutants and his Brotherhood of Mutants to a dead end? The whole world will reject them!"
"Crazy? Has he done any less of this kind of thing over the past few decades???"
The leaders of many major powers remained calm; some were even sipping water with playful expressions.
After a subtle exchange of glances, the Western President and the leader from The East remained silent, calmly waiting for something. They were both in the know. Although they still couldn't fully believe Tony's claims and had each secretly prepared contingency plans, they were at least actively preparing.
In any case, there wasn't much for them to do.
They just needed to wait quietly for certain events to unfold.
Whether the things Tony spoke of truly existed in the shadows of this world, the truth was far more effective than a hundred mouths.
S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.P.E.A.R. had already taken action.
"Where's Agent Coulson? As the new Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he must investigate Tony's background this time. This is about being responsible for the security of the entire world," the Western President discreetly ordered a person beside him.
He didn't believe a word of Tony's bullshit story. Furthermore, given Tony's spectacular feat of blowing up S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, anyone with close ties to S.H.I.E.L.D. would be skeptical of his claims.
And what Tony had said was indeed too shocking.
Something about this world having hidden depths? Ridiculous. As the leader of the world's foremost superpower, how could he be completely unaware?
Outside, Magneto was gradually losing his patience. He slightly raised one hand, and a thirty-story building began to shake violently, looking as if it was about to be uprooted.
In Magneto's eyes, a modern metropolis built with steel rebar as its fundamental structure was a toy that could be destroyed in minutes.
A highly concentrated jet of flame suddenly shot up from the ground. The terrifyingly high temperature and the forcefully compressed flames seemed to possess an extreme, piercing sharpness.
Magneto's expression darkened, and he casually dodged it.
With that, his imposing presence diminished slightly.
He had to dodge the very first attack?
But Magneto couldn't care less about such matters of pride. If he cared so much about his image, he would have committed suicide out of shame long ago after his countless past failures.
Failure had forged his incredibly thick skin and exceptionally strong mental fortitude.
A Dread Dragon tens of meters long soared into the sky. It spread its wings, which were so absurdly large that their total span was nearly eighty meters, a sight that left everyone on the ground utterly dumbfounded.
Tony stood atop Predaking's head, feeling the wind blow against him. The cool, refreshing sensation made him close his eyes and take a deep breath.
"Erik, do you have to be so aggressive? We could have come up with a better plan," Tony said with a faint smile, looking at the silver-haired old man before him who was radiating terrifying fluctuations.
"The first thing you say to me is *that*?" Undisguised disappointment flooded Magneto's face. "I thought you were different from Charles, but it turns out you're both the same."
"No, I'm not like him. At the very least, I know the path forward, unlike Professor X, who can only use futile, gentle methods to prolong the life of the Mutants," Tony said, shaking his head. He didn't know what would come of Magneto's methods, but he was certain Professor X's approach was wrong.
Besides, how much longer did Professor X have to negotiate with the Human Government?
Tonight, Tony's goal was to detonate the current situation and buy Earth a little bit of breathing room. Even if it was just a day, or a year, it would be useful.
Magneto looked at Tony, and Tony stared back without a trace of fear.
Strictly speaking, this was the first time the two had ever met.
Yet they stood on opposing sides, as enemies.
"Join me, or step aside and watch me work! Also, you will hand over Rogue!" Magneto issued his final ultimatum.
"I have my own plan, and I won't be joining you. As for Rogue, that's absolutely impossible. This child's future is far greater than yours. She should die on the battlefield, not be pathetically used by you as fuel for a Half-Finished Machine." Tony's voice grew cold, laced with a hint of determination.
How could he possibly let Rogue, who was capable of fighting a member of the Celestials to a bloody standstill, die so easily?
Transforming a bunch of ordinary politicians? What damn good would that do? That might work now while the situation is stable, but in the future, this group of frail ordinary humans would be the first to be wiped out.
A single meteorite falling to Earth would create a harsh environment whose impact alone would be enough to cause heavy casualties among ordinary people.
"What a pity, Tony. In that case, let our strength do the talking," Magneto sneered, his fierce expression now tinged with Killing Intent.
(end of chapter)
Magneto raised his hands, and it was as if half of New York City began to tremble.
Many ordinary citizens near the coast suddenly felt unwell. Although the sensation was slight, it was undeniably real. What baffled them even more was that everyone around them was feeling the same thing.
"What's going on? I'm suddenly a little dizzy..."
"Ah, why is my nose bleeding?"
"You too?"
Like some terrifying plague, the human magnetic field was being disrupted by the powerful Magneto. Out of self-preservation, people's bodies began to unconsciously resist in an attempt to protect themselves.
But this only exacerbated the adverse reactions.
The skyscrapers also began to tremble faintly, the metal within them starting to resonate with the arrival of their master.
High above, Magneto looked down upon the bustling New York City, like a Deity who could destroy everything with a flick of his wrist.
"This place should serve as the capital of the Mutant Kingdom," Magneto murmured, admiring the vibrant city lights below him.
After lying low for a year, he had finally revealed his ferocious side to the entire world, his majestic demeanor carrying an immense sense of pressure.
A veteran Level Four being was unleashing his power without restraint—a formidable force capable of overturning a continent and confronting a civilization head-on.
"Tony, come out!" Magneto took a deep breath and said coldly. His voice was transmitted into thousands of households, booming like thunder in everyone's ears.
The top figures attending the Global Joint Summit looked up in astonishment, enduring their physical discomfort with bewildered expressions. The magnificent hall instantly erupted into a buzz, like a swarm of roaring flies.
People gradually began to panic. Some dignitaries started to flee, not hesitating to shove through the crowd. A few noblewomen with weaker constitutions were pushed to the ground, but the men who had once fawned over them showed no sign of concern, becoming like familiar strangers. Their panicked expressions twisted into something like ugly monsters.
"Damn it, is that Magneto? Why is that guy here? I suspect he wants to declare war on us!"
"Is he crazy? Does he want to drive the Mutants and his Brotherhood of Mutants to a dead end? The whole world will reject them!"
"Crazy? Has he done any less of this kind of thing over the past few decades???"
The leaders of many major powers remained calm; some were even sipping water with playful expressions.
After a subtle exchange of glances, the Western President and the leader from The East remained silent, calmly waiting for something. They were both in the know. Although they still couldn't fully believe Tony's claims and had each secretly prepared contingency plans, they were at least actively preparing.
In any case, there wasn't much for them to do.
They just needed to wait quietly for certain events to unfold.
Whether the things Tony spoke of truly existed in the shadows of this world, the truth was far more effective than a hundred mouths.
S.H.I.E.L.D. and S.P.E.A.R. had already taken action.
"Where's Agent Coulson? As the new Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he must investigate Tony's background this time. This is about being responsible for the security of the entire world," the Western President discreetly ordered a person beside him.
He didn't believe a word of Tony's bullshit story. Furthermore, given Tony's spectacular feat of blowing up S.H.I.E.L.D.'s headquarters, anyone with close ties to S.H.I.E.L.D. would be skeptical of his claims.
And what Tony had said was indeed too shocking.
Something about this world having hidden depths? Ridiculous. As the leader of the world's foremost superpower, how could he be completely unaware?
Outside, Magneto was gradually losing his patience. He slightly raised one hand, and a thirty-story building began to shake violently, looking as if it was about to be uprooted.
In Magneto's eyes, a modern metropolis built with steel rebar as its fundamental structure was a toy that could be destroyed in minutes.
A highly concentrated jet of flame suddenly shot up from the ground. The terrifyingly high temperature and the forcefully compressed flames seemed to possess an extreme, piercing sharpness.
Magneto's expression darkened, and he casually dodged it.
With that, his imposing presence diminished slightly.
He had to dodge the very first attack?
But Magneto couldn't care less about such matters of pride. If he cared so much about his image, he would have committed suicide out of shame long ago after his countless past failures.
Failure had forged his incredibly thick skin and exceptionally strong mental fortitude.
A Dread Dragon tens of meters long soared into the sky. It spread its wings, which were so absurdly large that their total span was nearly eighty meters, a sight that left everyone on the ground utterly dumbfounded.
Tony stood atop Predaking's head, feeling the wind blow against him. The cool, refreshing sensation made him close his eyes and take a deep breath.
"Erik, do you have to be so aggressive? We could have come up with a better plan," Tony said with a faint smile, looking at the silver-haired old man before him who was radiating terrifying fluctuations.
"The first thing you say to me is *that*?" Undisguised disappointment flooded Magneto's face. "I thought you were different from Charles, but it turns out you're both the same."
"No, I'm not like him. At the very least, I know the path forward, unlike Professor X, who can only use futile, gentle methods to prolong the life of the Mutants," Tony said, shaking his head. He didn't know what would come of Magneto's methods, but he was certain Professor X's approach was wrong.
Besides, how much longer did Professor X have to negotiate with the Human Government?
Tonight, Tony's goal was to detonate the current situation and buy Earth a little bit of breathing room. Even if it was just a day, or a year, it would be useful.
Magneto looked at Tony, and Tony stared back without a trace of fear.
Strictly speaking, this was the first time the two had ever met.
Yet they stood on opposing sides, as enemies.
"Join me, or step aside and watch me work! Also, you will hand over Rogue!" Magneto issued his final ultimatum.
"I have my own plan, and I won't be joining you. As for Rogue, that's absolutely impossible. This child's future is far greater than yours. She should die on the battlefield, not be pathetically used by you as fuel for a Half-Finished Machine." Tony's voice grew cold, laced with a hint of determination.
How could he possibly let Rogue, who was capable of fighting a member of the Celestials to a bloody standstill, die so easily?
Transforming a bunch of ordinary politicians? What damn good would that do? That might work now while the situation is stable, but in the future, this group of frail ordinary humans would be the first to be wiped out.
A single meteorite falling to Earth would create a harsh environment whose impact alone would be enough to cause heavy casualties among ordinary people.
"What a pity, Tony. In that case, let our strength do the talking," Magneto sneered, his fierce expression now tinged with Killing Intent.
(end of chapter)
