## Chapter 59: Xenomorph Sentinel Decides to Deal with Magneto
It's hard to say who is stronger between Professor X and Magneto. They are generally considered to be on the same level.
But if you were to ask who has the fewest weaknesses and the widest range of adaptability, it would undoubtedly be Magneto.
Professor X himself is just a mortal, but Magneto is different. Through electromagnetism, he possesses physical qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people. He can use electromagnetism to control metal, create lightning, interfere with enemies' Life Magnetic Fields, and create energy fields.
For example, right now, Magneto can't see or hear, but through the human magnetic field, he knows there is someone standing in front of him.
"I knew it, Charles is still too soft-hearted, falling for your ambush so easily. I imagine you tampered with the Cerebro while we were attending the global summit."
Magneto's face is expressionless, but it has become the most terrifying face in the world, filled with volcanic rage.
Opposite him, Mastermind's face twitches. The indifferent emotional fluctuations that had been modified by Stryker now show a trace of ripples.
"Don't be surprised, child. Your tricks can fool them, but they can't fool me. Who would think of hiding their own bio-magnetic field?"
Magneto is kind and benevolent, but with a wave of his hand, Mastermind is unable to move.
"Are you a Mutant or something, with the superpower to deceive?" Magneto looks at Professor X, whose head is tilted on his wheelchair, his voice getting lower and lower. The bone-chilling cold almost collapses the shackles in Mastermind's brain, allowing a trace of clarity to return to his eyes.
"So you're just a manipulated guy, but that doesn't mean you have no responsibility. You confused Charles, wanting him to sleep forever and become your tool? That's a good idea. Once upon a time, I thought so too."
Magneto extends a finger and points it at Mastermind. Instantly, Mastermind's body suffers severe damage. If he had clear senses, he would know that he was being hit head-on by a high-speed train, his body like creaking rusty iron, about to be scrapped at any moment.
Every pore begins to bleed.
At this moment, Magneto still can't see Mastermind's form, nor does he care. He is just coldly torturing the person in front of him, also to show the mastermind behind the scenes.
"Who organized this operation, Stryker? I think it's S.H.I.E.L.D.." Magneto increases his strength, and is about to crush Mastermind.
"Enough, low-level tricks, let go of my son."
A button on Mastermind's body plays Stryker's voice.
"This is actually your son? No wonder, with this kind of superpower, your wife's death wasn't unjust, it would be abnormal if she lived." Magneto sneers. The brutal heart he had been trying so hard to suppress finally produces a little joy at this moment.
If Professor X hadn't repeatedly reminded him countless times, with his temper, he would have gone on a killing spree long ago if he had encountered such a thing.
No matter who the murderer is, and no need to care who the murderer is, anyway, it must be a human, so just chase after humans and kill them.
"Stryker, you should thank Charles. If it weren't for him, you would all be dead." Magneto releases his hand, throwing Mastermind, whose bones are dislocated, to the ground, looking down coldly, not taking it seriously.
Mastermind's ability is interesting, but in Magneto's eyes, it's just a high-level trick. It can be useful if used well, but it doesn't affect anything if it's not used.
"What do you want?" Stryker's voice sounds.
"Let your people retreat, clear a path, and I will take Charles away from this damn country, away from humans," Magneto says.
Stryker says, "My biggest mistake was guessing that your leaving the summit site and flying away was a fake, thinking you would be at the beach to meet the X-Men, but I didn't expect you to have been here all along."
"I don't need to meet them at the beach at all. Someone in the Brotherhood has the ability to teleport. If Charles hadn't been too soft-hearted, you wouldn't have had a chance at all."
"You're right, but if he wasn't soft-hearted, would he still be the person you know?"
Stryker's voice becomes colder and colder. Magneto hears the sound of gunfire outside gradually stopping, but he feels more and more uneasy.
The volcano about to erupt is hit by a torrential downpour of ice water. A look of horror appears in Magneto's eyes. He knows where the problem lies.
Whoosh! Magneto suddenly opens his hand and crushes Mastermind on the ground into a pulp.
"Too late, do you know where you are worse than Charles? That is, you are too arrogant, underestimating my William Stryker's son! If it were Charles, he would never be careless! Who says ordinary people can't give birth to terrifying monsters? I can! Preacher can!"
Stryker lets out a terrible laugh. This voice reveals madness: "Do you feel that your thinking is not quite right? That's right, your head is already filled with mental fragments by my son, and your mind is full of suggestive traps!"
"Erik, Magneto! You can think of lurking beside the professor to protect him, wouldn't I think you would do this? From the beginning, this attack was prepared to deal with you. Once I encounter you, it also means I will lose my son."
There is no pain at all in Stryker's voice for the death of his son, only regret, perhaps reminiscing about losing such a useful tool, but being able to solve Professor X and Magneto at the same time is worth it.
The meaning of his existence is greatly satisfied and sublimated in this short action.
"My thinking, what exactly..." Magneto has a look of disbelief. He realizes that his thinking is gradually becoming chaotic. On the contrary, those negative emotions and dark psychology that should have been suppressed by him are infinitely amplified at this moment.
Mastermind is not a Mutant who plays simple tricks. He can even drag Professor X into an endless illusion, let alone just give Magneto mental suggestions, it's not difficult.
"Impossible, my helmet can prevent all mind control..."
"Did I try to invade your brain with mental abilities?" Stryker rudely interrupts Magneto's words, "Your helmet only prevents mind control, it doesn't prevent you from seeing, hearing, smelling, and perceiving information from the outside world!"
As long as he can still sense the outside world, he can inevitably be deceived by the illusions created by Mastermind!
Mastermind is Stryker's ultimate trump card, hidden for so many years, and a monster he painstakingly brainwashed and controlled with countless methods.
"If my son were still alive, I could let you experience something interesting while you're still conscious, like creating false flames and letting you be burned repeatedly, dying again and again, only to be resurrected."
Stryker said coldly, "But now there's no chance. You will exist forever in the illusion I've carefully crafted for you, an illusion where mutants are exterminated by humans, and you, as the last mutant, lose your mind and descend into madness and despair."
This is a pain point for Magneto, and the future he fears most.
Stryker accidentally hit Magneto's greatest fear, a future he obtained from Destiny.
Otherwise, Magneto should have been able to struggle for a while longer.
If Professor X were here, he could remove Magneto's helmet and use his mental abilities to invade Magneto's brain, forcibly restraining him, but Professor X is unconscious.
The perfect closed loop in Stryker's mind is formed.
"Come, Erik, become my servant. Only I can prevent this future from happening. You should obey my—the Preacher's—orders!"
Even with Stryker's cold nature, he couldn't hide the excitement and elation in his heart. He was about to control Magneto, capture Professor X, and destroy the two strongest forces of the mutants in one fell swoop! Still want to break away from humanity and build your own country? Bullshit, go to Hell to build your country! "Ahhhhh!!!"
Magneto clutched his head, his bloodshot eyes wide and his canthus splitting. He couldn't distinguish what he was seeing and hearing, which was real and which was fake. It was possible that the whole world was fake, but Magneto's own mind was no longer able to discern.
Zzzzzz! A steady stream of terrifying energy surged from Magneto's body at a rate visible to the naked eye. With the last shred of his sanity, Magneto suddenly broke through the roof, away from Professor X.
The loud noise made everyone and every mutant look over.
"Magneto? What's wrong with him? Isn't he protecting the unconscious Professor X?"
"Not good, his condition is not right, and the magnetic field he's creating is chaotic..."
Magneto roared, and no one knew what terrible and desperate things he was encountering in his hallucinations. A circular energy net appeared around his entire body.
Violent lightning was brewing and began to scatter suddenly, like the Thunder God summoning lightning from the sky, washing the earth with gradually increasing density and billions of lightning bolts.
Under this power, unlucky people were constantly struck by lightning and evaporated on the spot.
"What the hell is going on? I clearly didn't see anyone sneaking in. We protected the Professor very well!" Wolverine endured a lightning strike with his body, his body rapidly healing, his face looking ugly.
Lightning was okay, but the truly terrifying thing was the constantly spreading energy field. Anyone who touched it would be blasted into powder by the runaway energy.
Even Wolverine was faintly apprehensive, wondering if his healing ability could withstand this level of destructive power.
Perhaps the beta Adamantium in his body, which also possesses healing abilities, could maintain the basic structure of his body and provide a buffer for healing.
"I'll stop him. You guys go check on the Professor and move him to a safe place!"
Storm Ororo gritted her teeth, her eyes turning white. With her ability to control the weather, she could only bite the bullet and try to forcibly dispel the lightning strikes from the sky.
"I'll help you..." A faint red light flashed in Jean's eyes, fleeting, and she also planned to rush up, but Storm shouted and stopped her, so she could only turn around to find Professor X.
But Storm's wishful thinking only made the problem worse. The number of lightning bolts became more numerous and violent, and helicopters were constantly hit by storms and lightning, crashing one after another.
Even the missiles that were launched were now flying erratically, not knowing how many turns they had taken in the air before exploding.
The ground was even more tragic, with countless tanks and armored vehicles being hit, and some were even swept into the sky and disintegrated on the spot.
As for ordinary soldiers? It was already a blessing to have a complete corpse, otherwise, simply piecing together the bodies would be an impossible task.
No one paid attention to those ordinary people at the moment. Anyone with some spare strength took action together, trying to stop the inexplicably berserk Magneto.
The X-Men still didn't understand why Magneto had become like this. Even when fighting enemies, they always paid attention to the defense line, making sure that no one had passed through them to sneak in.
What exactly happened to Magneto, or rather, was he attacked and something went wrong, or... was he making a fuss and something went wrong with himself? The huge commotion and the incredible meteorological changes were destined to shake the entire New York City.
The tens of millions of people in this super metropolis only needed to look up to see the countless clouds rolling back continuously, scattered intermittently in the high sky, and dark clouds spreading everywhere. The core in the distance, located above the Westchester area, formed a black hole-like shape, as if the gates of Hell were slowly opening.
The violently shaking ground cracked with countless fissures, and magnificent buildings swayed from side to side, echoing the gradually intensifying gale, making people tremble with fear.
Lightning, storms, energy fields, earthquakes...
The entire New York City was plunged into huge panic. If it were before, everyone would only think that this doomsday scene might be a super earthquake or meteorological change.
But now they wouldn't think that way. Even ordinary people, seeing this disastrous scene, would immediately have a thought: Which superhuman did this again?
Wait, why "again"? Which time was the last time?
Terrified screams rose and fell, and countless vehicles honked frantically, trying to escape the disaster site.
This might have been useful at other times, but this time, the guy causing these disasters is Magneto.
With the energy field fully open, approaching metal is trapped in a state of stagnation, unable to escape.
Magneto's terrifying roar is even more frightening than a Hell Demon—if these people had actually seen a Hell Demon.
Westchester was the first to bear the brunt. As the core of the disaster, countless people were brutally slaughtered by the rampaging Magneto, their bodies and bones reduced to nothing in the raging power, families torn apart.
Countless people's faces changed drastically, completely unaware of why this was happening. When they saw that it was Magneto who caused all this, they were even more shocked and confused.
"That's Magneto? How could this be? He said he was reconciling with the X-Men during the day, why is he killing people like crazy at night!"
"You call this killing people? I'd believe him if you said he was going to destroy the world! Has the conflict between humans and Mutants reached this point? There's no room for reconciliation at all, so that guy just started exterminating everyone!"
Yes, this is an unprecedented "extermination."
Magneto's ability is destined to be area-based. With full power, he can wipe out large areas with a casual move. This is the terror of someone who controls the universe's electromagnetic force.
At this moment, many heroes in all of New York took action, but they were still far from being a match for Magneto.
Some were selfless, like Daredevil, but he could only save ordinary people. Sending him to deal with Magneto? Magneto is at least flying in the sky. A hero who can't fly and doesn't have long-range strong attack methods is just giving himself away.
From another perspective, even if they could fly, without absolute strength, they wouldn't be able to break through Magneto's energy field and would be blasted into dregs sooner or later.
There were also some who were more clever, flying into the sky with a bunch of weapons, constantly carrying out long-range bombing.
"Tony Stark, what are you doing?" Fury forcibly cut into Tony's channel.
"Damn it, I clearly upgraded Jarvis's firewall, how did you suddenly break in? As you can see, I'm trying to stop that madman."
Tony pushed the functions of his Mark 5 armor to the extreme, energy cannons, lasers, missiles, all the attack methods he had were used, but... it was useless.
To put it bluntly, the Mark 5's combat power is not as good as a bunch of fighter jets, but a large number of fighter jets bombing from a distance can't do anything to Magneto.
"Sir, the Mark armor has an unstable trend, the other party's magnetic field is continuing to expand." Jarvis faithfully reported.
"What? I'm at least three kilometers away from him, and I can be affected at this distance?" Tony was a little dazed. It was the first time he had seen a top superhuman going all out, but this was too exaggerated.
No, it should be said that even Magneto himself didn't know that his reckless actions would cause this level of destruction. After accumulating for decades, he had never vented his power as completely as he is now.
But Tony had no choice. Besides this, he really didn't know what else he could do. Just fly to a distance and watch from afar? Watching Magneto crush buildings and dismember living things like stepping on ants? But to get close? Tony knew in his heart that people like Storm and Doctor Jean could interfere with Magneto at close range, but he couldn't do anything. The electromagnetic force restrained him in all aspects, whether it was metal or sophisticated electronic equipment, everything would fail in minutes.
In this situation, Tony was really confused, what else could he do? He couldn't do anything.
"I still need to build an Anti-Magnetic Armor, but it's too late..." Tony was full of frustration, watching large areas of Westchester being erased.
How many people have died? Fifty thousand or one hundred thousand, the kind that didn't even leave a corpse.
At this moment, another communication request came in.
"Your futile appearance reminds me of Sisyphus pushing a stone up the mountain."
"Duval?" Tony's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed again, "I wish Sisyphus could come and stop this madman, but I'm afraid it would take Zeus to stop Magneto, right? If Zeus really exists."
"Zeus certainly exists, but he wouldn't specially come over for this little thing on Earth. You might as well pray for the Asgardians to come and support." There was no unease in Duval's voice, forming a sharp contrast with the anxious Tony.
"Then will the Asgardians come?"
"No, my Xenomorphs have died batch after batch, the war is so fierce, the Asgardians can't spare any manpower, and besides, not many of them can deal with the crazy Magneto."
"Then we just watch like this, until he's tired and sleepy?" Tony looked at the picture in front of him, which began to blur due to the influence of the magnetic field.
It will soon become intermittent, and eventually lose contact. He must fly to a farther position to ensure that his armor will not suddenly stall like a second-hand car.
"Of course not, I've already guessed why he became like this, even if it wasn't him, someone else would go crazy." Duval's voice was extremely calm, "I will stop him."
Tony was about to say that you can't fly, but then he turned his head in shock and looked in the direction behind him.
As night fell, this figure flew in at an astonishing speed, bathed in golden light, like a shining god descending to earth. The high-speed moving figure left a long trail in the air, like a beautiful comet.
The speed is very fast, and it is constantly accelerating! "Jarvis?"
"Powerful energy index, the speed exceeds Mach 10, Mach 11, sir, this is not his limit, there is no relevant information about this superhuman in my database."
Boom! This person flew over at high speed, and the resulting gale formed a head-on confrontation with the storm that Magneto attacked.
Tony saw this guy, with a strong physique, slender and thick arms just right, filled with the great power of a nuclear bomb explosion; in the golden close-fitting energy field, the other party's flowing long hair was raised high, ignoring the earth's gravity and slowly scattered, turning into golden threads, it was simply the world's top artist, gently embellishing in the air with a beautiful brush.
Dignity and elegance coexist, strength and charm are intertwined.
Behind the mask, Tony could feel the intense confidence radiating from this guy.
"Duval, this isn't you, who is he?" Tony asked in surprise.
Powerful, mysterious, unknown, able to fly with his flesh and blood, Tony said, "Don't tell me this guy is Ikaris's brother."
"Of course not, he has nothing to do with the Eternals. In fact, he's at least twice as strong as Ikaris—probably."
In Duval's voice, there was a rare hint of uncertainty.
Duval wasn't quite sure about Reynolds's current state. How much power could Reynolds himself, or Reynolds who had just transformed into the Sentinel, unleash?
But this question would be answered soon. Nothing could verify strength better than actual combat.
It's worth mentioning that Duval hadn't given the awakened Reynolds any orders yet. Reynolds sensed the rampaging Magneto, and it seemed that some kind of powerful instinct and long-cherished wish had awakened, and he volunteered to fight Magneto.
Duval immediately agreed. He never discouraged his subordinates' enthusiasm.
"Is he one of your men? I've never heard you mention him."
"You'll remember him, Tony, and you'll be very surprised," Duval said.
Tony chose a flight angle and shouted as the high-speed flying Reynolds brushed past him, "Hey, buddy!"
"Tony Stark? I've heard of you."
Reynolds was bathed in golden light. He barely adapted to his super vision and super hearing, clearly "seeing" countless people looking up at him, their gazes like worshiping a god; he also "heard" countless pitiful people kneeling on the ground in despair, praying.
At this moment, Reynolds's psychology was unprecedentedly satisfied. His "addiction," at this moment, took him to the peak of ecstasy! Look, he wasn't that rotten person who indulged in alcohol and drugs all day long, he was a respected superhero! Even the famous Tony Stark had to speak to him politely!
Reynolds stopped, subconsciously puffed out his chest to make himself look tall, strong, and mighty, and deliberately lowered his voice, trying not to let Tony see that he was an inexperienced novice.
"Buddy, but I don't know your name yet, I guess I will soon." Tony said quickly, "The only advice I can give you right now is, be careful, Magneto has gone crazy for some reason, there should be something wrong with his mind!"
"Crazy? Something wrong with his mind?"
Reynolds pretended to be calm and reached out to touch his hair, which he hadn't washed for years, but was instantly clean under the energy shock, showing a compelling confidence, and sternly said, "As if anyone's mind is normal!"
Boom! He accelerated again, breaking Mach 13! Tony opened his mouth, and after a long time, lowered his voice and said to Duval, "I am very surprised now."
"Terrible lines, but in a way, he's a rare honest person in this troublesome world, even in the face of this complex situation, he didn't lie to you." Duval thought for a while and said this sentence, which was probably one of the few advantages of Reynolds.
Reynolds was short-sighted, easily swayed, addicted to drugs, and had some mental illness. Even after becoming a Sentinel, none of these shortcomings were reduced, but that didn't mean he was useless.
He craved the world to see his talents, indulged in showing off in front of people, and pursued the ultimate pleasure of being sought after, which made him feel like he was in heaven, unable to extricate himself, but he also had some compassion and sympathy.
"This guy is really powerful, what's his name? After he defeats Magneto, we can hold an internal banquet specifically to celebrate his victory." Tony said sincerely.
In this predicament, it was so reassuring to have such a macho man stand up, no, fly out.
Although there was a little bit of a problem with his language logic, it didn't seem to affect anything for the time being, as long as Duval could control him.
"Robert Reynolds, my most loyal guardian, of course, you can also call him now... Sentinel!"
Duval's vision had already extended all the way through the Xenomorph larva on the Sentinel's chest, directly to the forefront of the battlefield.
He saw that Reynolds relied on the tyrannical golden energy on his body surface, and violently crashed into Magneto's magnetic field like a cannonball, piercing through the curtain like a cone, and went all the way to Magneto, arms crossed, his face indifferent.
"It's about to begin, the unprecedented Xenomorph version of the Sentinel, facing the berserk Magneto."
Duval had every reason to believe that the Magneto in front of him, who was completely mad and unreserved, was one of the stronger ones in the entire multiverse, excluding those few special Magnetos.
Similarly, this Xenomorph Sentinel was unique in countless universes. If it was this guy, who was facing Magneto just after his debut, the outcome was really hard to say.
But at least one thing made Duval feel gratified: at this moment, Reynolds had some unprecedentedly fierce confidence, which completely stimulated the "addiction" in his heart, and maybe it could bring a little bit of combat power bonus.
Boom!
A terrible loud noise, followed by the bursting of the sky, Reynolds rampaged in, tearing the terrifying energy field with a visible attitude.
His figure only slowed down slightly, obviously doing this was not easy for him, but he soon began to accelerate madly again, and came to the crazy roaring Magneto.
Boom! A punch.
Magneto and his magnetic field trembled instantly, as if hit by some ancient beast, and immediately flew out, just being knocked away, he forcibly crashed out of the sonic boom!
And Reynolds floated in the position where Magneto was a few seconds ago, his golden hair dancing wildly, his strong chest muscles raised.
At this moment, he looked more like a god than anyone else.
"Who is that guy?!"
"Never heard of him before! Is there a superhero like that in New York City?"
Underneath the dark doomsday, the appearance of such an overbearing and powerful golden hunk stunned everyone. No matter how optimistic they were, no one expected such a powerful superhero to appear.
This was a world-class discovery.
Reynolds himself realized that he had become too awesome.
"Did I do that?"
Reynolds wore a solemn expression, mainly because he really didn't know what kind of expression to make to show off his status. His barren brain remembered Duval, so he began to act like Duval.
But in his heart, a storm was raging. His inner thoughts were so excited that they stalled, and he didn't know what words to think of.
"I'm so strong, that was Magneto, and I punched him away? How is he so weak... No, it's because I'm too strong! I, Robert Reynolds, have become an amazing powerhouse!!"
Reynolds was overjoyed, his breathing becoming more and more rapid. His heart, comparable to a nuclear fusion reactor, was beating wildly.
He wanted to roar, to tell everyone his name was Robert Reynolds, he wanted everyone to respect him!! "I—" Reynolds looked around, wondering if he should say something.
But the next second, he suddenly felt another life throbbing in his chest, closely connected to his own.
Immediately afterward, a cold voice entered his mind.
"Reynolds, now is not the time, the opponent is Magneto!"
Reynolds' body trembled, and a flattering expression unconsciously appeared on his face. His burly body also bent slightly.
"Of course, Lord Duval, I will obey your orders, you who have given me everything..."
Reynolds felt a burst of fear at the Xenomorph larva in his chest.
The stronger his instincts and senses, the more he knew that the larva in his body had deeply integrated with his genes.
It could Chestburster at any time.
Reynolds had it, and the Xenomorph in his chest had highly similar genes and abilities to him.
What would it be like after Chestburster?
Would he and the Xenomorph version of himself share this endless stream of power? Or would he die on the spot? Reynolds was thinking wildly, his already somewhat chaotic and abnormal mind becoming even more of a mess.
But he soon had no time to dwell on these things, because Magneto had already returned aggressively.
His blood-red eyes were full of madness and tyranny, staring straight at Reynolds.
Reynolds puffed out his chest: "Come on, even if you are Magneto, I am not afraid of you at all, I am the powerful Sentinel!"
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