Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

"No!!!"

Gray let out a hoarse scream, and before charging madly toward Magneto, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, turned to Venom and said, "I'll take down Magneto from above in a bit. It might be a little fast, so be careful of the camera angle."

"OK!"

Venom first ventured into the crowd and filmed a poignant documentary, then used its powerful legs to leap high onto the exterior wall of a nearby building, using all four limbs to climb to a suitable position.

If it were Eddie, his execution would definitely be affected by human nature. Venom doesn't have this problem at all. For him, the life or death of humans is just a matter of whether the food is fresh or not.

Gray's thinking was also very simple: "I don't even know you, so why should I care?"

Language cannot drive a person to commit genocide, nor can it change a person's mind. Magneto's actions were personal, so in Gray's eyes, he was the true hero, and everyone present should be grateful to him.

At least he wouldn't be sentimental like the professor, or rather, he wouldn't need a villain to act as a target for humanity and to negotiate with them.

"Eric!"

In the middle of the blood-soaked street, Professor Charles sat in his wheelchair, looking sadly into the air, and pleaded, "As a close friend who once fought alongside me, I feel immense grief. You seem to have completely forgotten our original dream: for mutants and humans to coexist peacefully..."

I empathize with humanity's fear and prejudice towards us, but violence only breeds more violence, and death only breeds more death. Violence cannot solve the problem.

We possess great abilities, which are both a gift and a responsibility. This power should be used to protect and build bridges of communication, not to erect walls of hatred.

"Let go of hatred, Eric. We can start anew, together finding a path for our two races to coexist peacefully, just as we initially hoped."

After a string of nonsense, at least two or three thousand more people died, but it wasn't entirely without effect. Magneto looked at the professor with a complicated expression, and the whistling weapons all stopped.

"Charles..."

These three short words seem to contain a thousand unspoken messages.

When they first met, they were both young and impetuous. They appreciated each other amidst the clash of their ideas, and every heart-to-heart talk was a fusion of their hearts. When training young mutants together, Charles's gentle yet firm approach always reassured everyone, making them believe that peaceful coexistence was not just a pipe dream. At that time, they were inseparable friends and comrades-in-arms fighting side by side.

Now, this call is like a key, unlocking the deepest longing in Eric's heart.

Looking at his frail and elderly friend, Eric's cloudy pupils trembled slightly as guilt, longing, and helplessness surged within him.

He longed to return to the past, to the simple life he once knew, but the damage of the past could not be healed, and the hatred between humans and mutants could not be erased.

With a thousand words stuck in his throat and a heart full of unspeakable sorrow, Magneto slowly closed his eyes. Dreams, regrets, and longings all vanished in that moment.

Because he died.

"Eric..."

A mournful cry of farewell escaped from Charles's trembling lips, drawn out long by endless sorrow.

Tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something more, and he leaned forward, gripping the wheelchair armrests tightly as if trying to catch Eric's falling body, but in the end he could only let his body fall limply.

With a casual strike, the homelander turned the mangled body into a rain of blood, which scattered and disappeared into the distance.

"Those who wander in darkness, those who weep in pain, those who are imprisoned by fear, lift your heads and open your eyes! Evil may return, but justice will never be absent!"

In this darkest hour, the sky was suddenly torn open with a crack, and in an instant, blinding sunlight surged out from it, as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly dragged the twilight sun back to noon.

Amidst the dazzling light, a tall figure slowly descended. His face was cold and resolute, as if carved by a knife and axe, and his eyes seemed to see through the suffering of the world, hiding endless tenderness and compassion.

For a moment, the whole world fell silent. The survivors stared in disbelief, speechless with shock.

"I am a citizen of the motherland. From now on, you are safe."

He opened his arms, gently looked around, and spoke in a deep, resonant voice that conveyed an inspiring power.

"Homelanders!"

Homelander!!

The crowd erupted in cheers. Some shouted excitedly, some wept bitterly, and some knelt down in reverence. Without exception, their eyes were filled with awe and respect for their motherland.

In this wave, Homelander saved at least 70,000 to 80,000 lives, a truly meritorious act.

He deserves all the cheers, applause, and adoration!

"That madman!"

Mystique, who knows the truth, is on the verge of collapse. Magneto's death is certainly heartbreaking, but the pain is far less than the damage Grey has caused her.

The mutants' situation is becoming increasingly difficult. They have lost Magneto, their daring and courageous leader. In the future struggles with humans, who will be able to fight for equality and freedom for the mutants?

"Emma!"

Raven snapped out of his daze, grabbed Emma's hand, and said urgently, "Let's go! We have to get out of here right now! Eric's gone, but we still have a chance, we still have you! As long as..."

Before she could finish speaking, Emma gently pressed her hand and whispered, "Raven, don't say things that will upset him. He's listening."

Raven's face froze instantly. His gaze fell on the terrifying man in the crowd, who was revered by thousands. His heart skipped a beat, and he slowly released his grip on Emma's hand.

"He told me he would build a new home, isolated from the world, exclusively for mutants and his staff. However, he only accepts mutants of Delta level or higher. Although he doesn't accept all of them, at least mutants will have a place to survive," Emma said softly.

"Really?" Raven's face was full of doubt.

"Probably," Emma said, though she wasn't entirely sure.

In such a situation, even if they had doubts, they could only comfort themselves, knowing they were powerless to refuse the demands of their compatriots.

"Raven, Emma, ​​don't be fooled by Homelander. He can't give mutants what they truly crave. Believing him will only push mutants into the abyss." A gentle voice suddenly rang in their minds.

"Charles?"

Raven frowned slightly.

Emma's eyes, hidden behind the fluffy headgear, flickered slightly, but she remained silent.

"Raven, I'm sorry for looking into your memories without permission. I never imagined that all of this was a conspiracy orchestrated by Homelander. Eric was misled by him and committed an unforgivable mistake. You can't continue down this wrong path; we must stop him." The professor's voice remained calm, but his act of peeping into memories without permission showed that he was getting anxious.

"Fuck Charles! Get out of my brain!" Raven's face darkened.

She and Charles were once good friends, but the professor always liked to impose his ideas on others, and his methods were not as upright as they seemed. Raven loathed him.

"Raven, Eric was brutally murdered by Homelander. You saw how dangerous he was. Please think about this calmly. Do you think Homelander would treat mutants kindly?" The professor continued to persuade him relentlessly.

Raven did have reservations; Homelander's brutality was beyond imagination. She instinctively looked at Emma, ​​wanting to hear her thoughts.

"Emma?"

"Hmm... I don't think so," Emma said honestly.

"I knew it..." Raven's lips twitched, caught in a dilemma. On one hand, he could defy Homelander and risk being killed; on the other hand, he could obey Homelander and aid and abet the evildoers.

"Emma, ​​you're a kind child, and I can sense your fear. But Homelander isn't as invincible as you think. If we join forces, we can definitely defeat him," the professor said, turning to Emma to persuade her as Raven's attitude wavered.

"Really?" Emma murmured.

"Believe in me, and please believe in yourself!" the professor encouraged firmly.