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#112 · 112 of 316

Magneto, the Magnetic Lunatic

Right before everyone’s eyes, Erik’s severed limbs slowly grew back, inch by inch.

All the Magnetic Field Warriors at the scene had been taught by their master, Zhan Liu, after entering the path, about the special abilities produced by different levels of Magnetic Field Rotation. Of course, they understood what this meant. They were so terrified that their souls nearly left their bodies.

"Run!" someone shouted, and the group of Magnetic Field Warriors fled outward in a panic.

Erik rose into the air, extended both hands, and carefully examined the limbs that had just grown back. Their skin was tender and smooth, even softer and silkier than a woman’s delicate hands.

He rotated his wrists slightly and flexed his fingers. The new limbs felt no different from his original ones. No, they seemed even more powerful than the old ones, with a greater affinity for magnetic force.

Erik waved his hand. The Adamantium chains impaling his body shattered one after another, then reassembled into a thin metal battle armor that covered him.

Only after finishing all this did he raise his head. Through the obstacles in the base, he "saw" the Magnetic Field Warriors who had already escaped several miles away.

"Today, every last one of you will die!" Erik’s voice was filled with boundless hatred.

With a deafening boom, a corridor that had been "artificially carved out" appeared inside the base. It ran straight from the interior to the outside, pointing directly toward the fleeing Magnetic Field Warriors.

These people were quite clever. They had not gathered together but had scattered in different directions, determined to make it difficult for Erik to pursue them.

However, they knew nothing about the power of the Fifty Heavens. Their attempt at creating difficulty could barely be called better than nothing.

Erik swept his eyes across the area and immediately spotted Qin Cheng, who had been arrogant and overbearing in front of him earlier.

In the blink of an eye, Erik overtook him. The sonic-boom airflow produced by his supersonic speed sent Qin Cheng tumbling.

After climbing to his feet, Qin Cheng knew he had no chance of surviving. He let out a furious roar, charged madly toward Erik, leaped high into the air, and brought down his foot with tremendous force.

"Go to hell, monster!"

Ultimate Emperor Leg!

Erik merely glanced at him. The Strong Magnetic Armor on Qin Cheng’s body automatically contracted inward, squeezing his body into a ball. Amid a series of cracking sounds, he was compressed into something resembling a one-meter-tall doll. Blood flowed out from inside the armor. Judging by the amount of blood, it was obvious he could not be saved.

However, Erik walked over and pressed a hand against the "doll." He activated his magnetic ability and restored Qin Cheng’s life, but the armor embedded in his body had fused with his flesh.

Qin Cheng woke amid a pained howl. Blood gushed from his nose and mouth again, mixing with mucus and tears as it ran down his cheeks.

"Kill me. Please, kill me…" he wailed in a trembling voice.

Erik looked at him coldly, then rose and flew away, leaving Qin Cheng lying on the ground, unable to live and unable to die.

Erik soon reached a second Magnetic Field Warrior. This man had already been scared witless and did not even dare resist. He immediately fell to his knees and begged for mercy, pleading with Erik to spare his life.

"Please forgive me! I have an eighty-year-old mother above me and a three-year-old child below me. I didn’t dare offend Colonel Stryker. This is all Colonel Stryker’s fault. Spare my life, and I’ll trick him into coming here for you. Then… ah…"

"Don’t worry about them. I’ll send your parents and child over to keep you company!" Erik did not waste words on him. He extended one finger again and turned him into another "doll."

Once was unfamiliar, twice was easy. This was his second time making a "doll," and his technique was far more practiced than before.

Erik looked with satisfaction at the Magnetic Field Warrior lying on the ground, screaming in agony. Although his armor had constricted him into a one-meter-tall "doll," his cries were full of vigor. He had no external injuries, and every wound had healed perfectly together with the armor.

If everything went normally, they should still be able to live for a long time, because their outer "clothing" was made of metal mixed with Vibranium. Even guns could not kill them.

Their only possible way to die was to stop eating and starve to death.

After successfully making a "doll," Erik’s mood improved considerably.

By the time he had turned all the Magnetic Field Warriors into "dolls," a trace of a smile had finally appeared on his face.

He returned to the base once more. By then, its defensive forces had already been activated. All kinds of conventional weapons, black-technology weapons, and brainwashed Mutants surged out and surrounded him.

But only Magnetic Field Warriors could deal with Magnetic Field Warriors. Without any Magnetic Field Warriors, the base was like a defenseless young girl, left to his casual abuse.

He could easily destroy the base, but many of his fellow Mutants were still waiting inside to be rescued, so he could not use powerful, indiscriminate attacks.

Even so, no one could stop his advance.

The base’s defenses were useless against him. He walked through the facility from outside to inside, and all its defensive forces were destroyed.

Not only were all the soldiers killed, but none of the scientists escaped either.

Erik did not care about the distinction between civilians and soldiers, nor did he have any habit of treating prisoners well.

He drove all the scientists into a large room and used his magnetic abilities to conduct a biological experiment together with this group of human scum who were so enthusiastic about performing experiments.

He made three human centipedes: one entirely male, one entirely female, and one mixed-gender.

Following the methods these scientists often used, he made detailed experimental records, marked the specimen numbers, and recorded the entire process on video.

The experiment was a great success. All the experimental animals’ points of connection healed well, with no rejection responses and no differing effects caused by gender…

Only after completing all this did he leisurely go rescue the Mutants imprisoned inside the base.

Many Mutants here had been imprisoned for years and had long since been driven to mental collapse. They were completely hopeless and no different from idiots.

The others had only been captured recently, but they had also been tortured terribly over the past few days. Now that they had suddenly been saved, it was as if they had encountered an angel in the depths of despair. Overwhelmed with emotion, they all burst into loud sobs.

Looking at the scars covering their bodies from all the abuse they had suffered, Erik’s hatred of humanity sank even deeper into his bones.

Using his magnetic power, he healed all their physical injuries, but wounds of the mind could never be healed. Those Mutants who had been reduced to idiots would probably never recover in this lifetime.

Unfortunately, Charles was not here, and neither was Stryker.

The people in the base did not know where Stryker had taken Charles.

But it did not matter. Erik would sweep through the cities one by one. One day, he would find them.

Erik was extremely gentle toward the Mutants, afraid that he might frighten the children. He deliberately put on a smile capable of terrifying children into silence and spoke gently:

"Children, I’m Erik Lehnsherr. Many people also call me ‘Magneto.’ Perhaps you’ve heard my name. I’ll take you to the Brotherhood of Mutants. From now on, you won’t have to suffer anything like this again."

The rescued people had escaped their predicament. How could they care where they went? As long as they could get away from this den of demons, anywhere was fine.

They were just about to agree when a voice suddenly rang out.

"No! Magneto, I can’t let you take these children away!"

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