Chapter 1405

The peerless power of the magnetic field began to rotate in a violent posture, reaching the point of tearing space almost instantly; those few black shadows were torn into fragments before they could even stand firm.

"No!

Magneto!

!

"

Under the protection of Hela, the ruler of the Underworld, Beast shouted at Magneto in the sky: "You've ruined everything! Stop it now!

"

But Magneto seemed to have fallen into a deep rage. Kitty was jumping anxiously on the spot, but she didn't dare to step forward. She grabbed Beast and asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why did Erik suddenly..."

Beast flicked his arm, sighed heavily, and said: "Don't you see?! The ones who came are the X-Men!"

"So what if..."

"Those are Professor X's students!"

Beast was also stomping his feet in a hurry, gritting his teeth as he said: "The data Riley brought back said that the entire universe is filled with monster-ized superheroes, but with so many superheroes, why did it have to be the X-Men? This is like stepping on Magneto's tail!"

Shadowcat Kitty looked a bit bewildered; she couldn't quite understand the logic behind this. The X-Men are Professor X's students, so why would that be stepping on Magneto's tail?

Beast was shaking his head, sighing, and stomping his feet on the spot, but Hela suddenly frowned. She stared at the monster X-Men being torn apart by the magnetic storm in mid-air and said: "They aren't dead."

Beast also calmed down. He stared at the scene in mid-air and said: "Riley did mention that in that universe, these monster superheroes are immortal. Could it be that they are the same after coming to this universe?"

Hela's expression became slightly more serious. She looked at Beast and said: "You lot have taken on a job that isn't easy to handle..."

She did indeed see a trace of worry on Beast's face, but Beast opened his mouth to say: "They had better be dead, otherwise Magneto will keep them dying forever."

"'Dying'?" Shadowcat repeated Beast's word. She didn't quite understand the grammar here and didn't know if Beast had misspoken on purpose or if he was implying something else.

"No, not 'dying' as in near death, but 'dy-ing' as in dying continuously. You wouldn't understand how persistent Erik can be when destroying evidence that might make Professor X angry."

The three of them looked up at the scene in mid-air. Emerging from the M'kraan Crystal were a portion of the monster X-Men. Besides Phoenix, Wolverine, and Cyclops, there were also younger ones like Rogue, Blink, Iceman, and Pyro, and everyone was fully armed.

But their mutant abilities didn't even have a chance to unfold. The endless magnetic storm kept churning the space here, tearing everything into fragments—death, resurrection, being torn apart; death, resurrection, being torn apart...

Magneto was like an eternal magnetic engine, or a meat-grinder trap installed at the enemy's doorstep in a tower defense game. Every living thing that walked out of the portal was torn to pieces by the terrifying magnetic storm.

With the arrival of the Underworld sunset, Kitty, who was sitting in the office eating dinner, looked down at her watch, then looked out the window at Magneto, who was still floating at the portal entrance, and those monster X-Men who were constantly being killed and resurrected, and sighed deeply.

"Six hours, a full six hours!"

Shadowcat Kitty muttered. Beast sat down opposite her with a food tray and said: "Have you noticed? They seem to be crawling toward the inside of the portal."

"Yeah, it's just that for every 10 centimeters they move, they probably have to die more than 100 times." Shadowcat Kitty's tone was already very numb.

"I think even if he let them go now, they wouldn't be thinking about any invasion; they'd just scramble back into the portal," Hela said, leaning against the door. "However, I have reservations about toying with the corpses of enemies."

"Can't they just honestly be corpses?" Beast complained. "Why do they have to provoke Magneto? Don't they know he's a psychopath?"

Beast poked at the food on his plate with a fork and said: "Professor X said that the psychological evaluation report Schiller did for Magneto is not optimistic. He suffers from obsessive-compulsive disorder—the kind of illness where someone would squat on the ground for seven or eight hours just to see if the carpet is straight, or go back and forth between their front door and the parking lot hundreds of times just to confirm the door is locked."

"So he's having an episode?" Hela's tone added a bit of interest.

"You could say that, but he has episodes often, especially when it comes to things related to Professor X. Once he knows that Professor X will be present at the scene of a case he's working on, he'll even scrub the blood-stained cracks in the floor three meters deep to clean them up."

Hela's fingertips paused slightly, then she said: "Sounds like the kind of teenager who would frantically clean his bedroom the day before his girlfriend comes over."

"A perfect metaphor."

"Oh, my god, my god! They're crawling back." Shadowcat Kitty suddenly exclaimed, using an exaggeratedly sad tone as if singing: "They're finally crawling back, I can finally go out, thank God!"

After saying that, she didn't even finish her meal; she bolted out the door as if her butt were on fire to check the instruments monitoring the readings.

Magneto landed on the ground as if nothing had happened and lightly brushed off his gloves. Only when passing the window where Beast was eating did he tap the window with his finger and ask: "Will Charles come?"

"No."

"Don't let him come."

Beast threw his fork heavily onto the plate, watched Magneto's departing back, and gritted his teeth, saying: "That damn peacock!"

He threw the table knife from his other hand onto the plate as well and stormed off to the office upstairs to call Professor X, because Magneto's words just now clearly meant that if Charles didn't come, he would kill as many as came next time, and no one would be able to complete the plan.

The monster mutants who reappeared in the base looked bewildered. At this moment, monster Iron Man walked up, revealing a mocking smile, and said: "How come you came running back with your tails between your legs from that godforsaken place you found? Hahahaha!"

But the few mutants just stood there, saying nothing and doing nothing. Even Wolverine, who usually had the most explosive temper, was the same, as if he had completely lost consciousness.

Only then did the members of the Cabal realize something was wrong. They immediately beckoned to each other, came before the mutants, and looked into their eyes. Instantly, Captain America's pupils shrank, and he said: "The Lord's call has weakened in their hearts; their spirits have completely collapsed! Go call Mar-Vell, something's happened!"

They didn't need to call him; Mar-Vell had already rushed over. He could no longer maintain that calm smile, but instead said anxiously: "I smell the thick scent of death. The great Lord of the Stars guides us; we must descend upon this place!"

Mar-Vell pushed through the crowd to the mutants and opened his mouth to ask, but he also sensed that the X-Men's state was wrong. He raised his eyebrows in anger and cursed them roundly: "You damn idiots, what are you doing? Do you want to betray the great Lord?!"

"Answer me quickly! Where does that thick power of death come from? We need new sacrifices!

!"

Mar-Vell's face had become greedily and extremely distorted, but the process of dying and being resurrected, repeated thousands of times, had turned into a torture that no human spirit could withstand. It was a state of complete annihilation, without even a self; these mutants were already completely unable to answer.

Mar-Vell's sharp tone was already nearing a crack, and he shouted: "They went directly into the territory of death! The incarnation of death was right in front of them, yet they did not achieve merit for the great Lord! They are utterly shameful!

Throw them into a star and let them wake up properly!

!"

After shouting, he paced back and forth anxiously on the spot, then turned his head to stare fixedly at the members of the Cabal and said: "Prepare the manpower quickly! Launch a full-scale attack on this universe!"

The others were all planning to disperse, only the monster-ized Iron Man hesitated and said: "... What about the cosmic fault?"

Mar-Vell took a few deep breaths, seemingly regaining some sanity. He stared at Iron Man and said: "You continue your research; when you can break through, we'll go over."

After saying that, he flicked his cape and left. Monster Iron Man's face darkened. Any scientist would be unhappy to have a project 99% complete only to be forcibly interrupted, let alone when he was replaced by a group of greenhorns who only knew how to rely on luck.

But monster Iron Man still held his head high, turned around, and said: "I'm going to continue debugging the Iron Man suit. I will let this group of mutants understand who the true God of Machines is!"

"Doctor, it's not that I'm complaining, but you handled this matter in a complete mess," Strange's slightly complaining tone came from the other end of the phone. He said: "I know mutants are uncontrollable, but Magneto is also considered an old-school powerhouse, so why is he still so indiscriminate?"

"I'm really sorry, Your Excellency the Sorcerer Supreme, this time it was completely an accident. Who could have guessed that the ones who came out would happen to be Professor Charles's students? You know, the two of them have been like this for so many years..."

Beast kept apologizing with a smile, cursing Magneto ten thousand times in his heart. Strange sighed and said: "With him being so violent, the other side will definitely think it's a trap. They can't possibly let their main force rush in all at once; that would be suicide. No one would be that brainless..."

"Oh!

My god!

! What is that!

!

"

"Hello? Hello? Doctor! Doctor, are you there?!"

"Level 1 alert! Level 1 alert! Large-scale invasion! Large-scale invasion! Base shield energy insufficient! 23%... 16%..."

Strange hung up the phone with a "snap," rushed into the corridor, stood on the second-floor atrium, and shouted downward: "Attention all units, this is not a drill! Attention all units, this is not a drill! The Nine Realms are under heavy attack, everyone take your positions!"

The bustling first-floor office hall instantly quieted down, as if rehearsed countless times. The crowd crossed back and forth like a school of fish, each taking their place.

The sound of clerks in shirts dialing phones was like continuously sounding sirens, and gentle but powerful tones overlapped.

"Hello, this is the Nine Realms Sanctum. The membership gift previously notified to you is ready for distribution. Please take your ticket to the designated location to be seated. Keep quiet during the process and do not panic."

"Hello, this is the Nine Realms Sanctum. Because the Nine Realms are under attack by foreign enemies, we will announce our closure tomorrow morning."

"Hello, this is the Nine Realms Sanctum..."

Strange walked down the stairs quickly, his cloak curved in mid-air and hung around his neck. The Sling Ring glowed, and the next second, he stepped into the hall of Kamar-Taj.

The magical resonance formed by dozens of Great Mages almost caused natural phenomena. The Holy Sword Mage carried a long sword on his back, light flowing on his arms; the Star Controller's robe moved slightly, eyes containing sharp light; the Nature Master held a long staff, vines breaking through the soil.

When Strange walked quickly through the entire hall, all the mages bowed to pay their respects to him. And when he stood at the very front and scanned the crowd, the Sorcerer Supreme's decree spread throughout the Earth's magical world—

"The Nine Realms' war, unprecedented in a thousand years, has begun. All those on Earth who control energy are not allowed to leave the magical defense network by even half a step without a summons. Cut off all channels of communication with Demon Gods, stop using secret languages, curses, and all long-range projection spells until the war alert is lifted!"

Strange raised his head and firmly spat out the last sentence.

"If the sword is drawn, the blade must be stained with blood. The magical world will be humanity's first and last line of defense, with no retreat possible—whoever kneels first, dies!"