Humans Are Just Cockroaches on Earth (An Extra Chapter for FFF Regiment Chief 8/12)

The fastest, of course, was the laser.

A red dot suddenly appeared in the sky. In the blink of an eye, it landed on Magneto.

He lowered his head and looked at the red spot of light, the size of a bowl, on his chest. He did not move at all, allowing the laser cannon to scorch him. However, an attack of this level could not break through his biological magnetic field in the slightest.

If the air around the beam of light had not been ionized and decomposed by the concentrated energy, giving off a charred smell, and if even the light had not been distorted, everyone might have thought it was just an ordinary floodlight, like the kind of toy children played with.

Immediately afterward, the second wave of attacks arrived. A tungsten rod tore through the clouds at an unknown number of Mach, trailing a sonic boom cloud as it plummeted downward.

The leisurely white clouds were pushed aside by the shock wave, forming a huge circular hole in the sky and revealing the deep blue heavens, clear and spotless.

Magneto raised his head to the sky, clenched one hand into a fist, and threw a simple uppercut that slammed heavily into the descending tungsten rod.

Amid the deafening boom, a circular shock wave spread outward from the point of impact, even disrupting the laser cannon’s attack for an instant.

Then came the second punch, the third punch… All the falling tungsten rods were smashed into fragments.

The attack that had once driven Peter almost to the brink of despair could no longer even make Magneto’s body, suspended in the sky, sink by a centimeter.

Magneto looked up at the sky. His gaze crossed thousands of miles of space and met the satellites high above from afar. Then he drew several tungsten fragments toward himself, pinched them between his thumb and middle finger, aimed them at the sky, and flicked them away.

Once, twice…

The fragments were accelerated beyond the second cosmic velocity the moment they left his fingers, trailing white streaks as they roared straight into the clouds.

A moment later, several brilliant and extremely expensive fireworks erupted in distant outer space.

The space-based weapon satellites that various countries had spent countless resources and painstaking effort carefully creating were completely destroyed by Magneto with a casual flick of his fingers!

Only then did the specially designed missiles carrying nuclear warheads arrive, late and slow.

Magneto could obviously have destroyed the missiles, but he wanted to establish his might, so he stood there without moving an inch.

When the nuclear bomb reached him, the program installed inside the missile immediately detonated it.

A blinding white light suddenly flared, like the explosion of the sun, brighter than a thousand suns. Anyone who looked directly at it immediately had their eyes turned into two black hollows. Even those observing the scene via satellite were dazzled until their vision swam.

Rolling shock waves surged out with Magneto at their center, one rising into the sky and the other striking down into the earth.

The upward shock wave completely swept up and shredded the clouds already scattered by the space-based weapons. Carrying them through the troposphere and straight into the stratosphere, it churned the entire sky into a pot of thick, milky-white porridge.

As the shock wave rose, it continuously condensed and expanded, eventually forming a gigantic mushroom cloud.

The downward shock wave slammed into the ground and spread outward from that point as its center. Every object it touched was instantly vaporized and evaporated.

As the distance expanded, the shock wave’s temperature gradually fell, changing from vaporization to being blown away. As they flew through the air, all the objects it touched were scorched and crystallized by the tremendous energy.

Even the ground was turned to sand, burned, and crystallized, ultimately becoming a mixed substance resembling colored glass. Under the sunlight, it refracted dazzlingly strange colors, revealing a unique and cruel beauty.

Particle streams and electromagnetic waves invisible to the naked eye galloped wildly in all directions like runaway horses, wantonly destroying every electronic device they touched.

Because of the interference from the nuclear explosion, the European Union’s observation satellites temporarily lost sight of Magneto. Once the dust settled and the satellites became operational again, what everyone saw was Magneto, who had already slaughtered the entire city of Krakow.

He was still dressed exactly as before, his body as clean as ever, and not a strand of his hair out of place.

The nuclear bomb’s power was indeed formidable, but it could not break through his protective magnetic field and could not harm him in the slightest.

At this point, the big shots watching the battle all turned green in the face.

"Where is Captain Britain? Why isn’t he here yet? This is dereliction of duty! He ought to be court-martialed!"

One member of parliament shouted frantically, as if doing so could ease the fear in his heart.

"He’s farther away from Poland. He’s already on his way!"

"What do the Americans say? They caused this mess, so they can’t think of sitting this one out!"

"The Americans are even farther from here. We can’t count on them. We have to find a solution ourselves!"

Everyone shouted at the top of their lungs, even though they were only a few meters apart.

Fear had already crushed the breath from their lungs.

Magneto’s mind was pure now. He no longer considered all those miscellaneous matters and focused on a single task: killing all of humanity!

After discovering that even nuclear bombs could not stop him, humanity stopped sending anyone else to their deaths, allowing Magneto to smoothly complete his citywide massacres.

Of course, it was also possible that the troops had already been mobilized, but their marching speed simply could not keep up with the speed of his slaughter.

Now, Magneto only needed one punch to wipe out an entire city.

Although his attacks had not yet reached the level of a magnitude-50 earthquake, a magnitude-10 earthquake was still within his power. Destroying a city was more than easy.

When Magneto had slaughtered his way through his tenth city, he finally encountered a new enemy.

A man in a red-and-blue superhero suit hovered above the city. He wore a half-mask that exposed his nose and mouth, while a distinctive Union Jack emblem made his identity obvious.

He held a treasured sword in his right hand and floated above the city. Watching Magneto fly toward him from afar, he shouted loudly:

"Magneto, I am Captain Britain. Your actions…"

Before he could finish speaking, his vision blurred. Magneto accelerated in the distance, and his figure suddenly vanished.

Immediately afterward, he felt a chill at his neck, and his field of vision suddenly began to spin.

What happened?

Was I attacked?

Who is that headless man in the battle suit holding a treasured sword? He looks so familiar!

Headless?

Am I… dead?

After casually dealing with that "Captain Britain" who had no idea what he was talking about, Magneto continued flying forward. He reached the sky above the city and punched downward once more.

"Boom…"

Whether towering skyscrapers or underground vaults, every building within the city collapsed beneath that single punch.

Ignoring the screams and wails that filled the city, Magneto swept his eyes across the surroundings, carefully checking whether any Mutant children had awakened because of his punch.

But perhaps his slaughter was simply too efficient now. People died too quickly, leaving no time for Mutant children to awaken. Or perhaps they awakened only to be caught in the destruction and die immediately.

Magneto found no newly awakened Mutant children in the several cities he had visited recently.

He gave an annoyed snort and rose into the air, continuing toward the next city.

Compared with the time it took to complete a massacre with a single punch, he actually spent more time traveling between cities.

Besides, there were simply too many cities on Earth. Even if he destroyed one city with each punch, he would still need more than ten thousand punches.

Sure enough, humans really were the cockroaches of Earth!

They were impossible to wipe out!