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Before Magneto could ask any more questions, the Sentinel robots in the distance were already closing in again.

Their mechanical eyes were fixed on this side, and their heads began to store energy. Red light flickered in the darkness, making their hideous silver faces look even more terrifying.

"Be careful!"

Magneto immediately issued a warning and instinctively raised his hand to prepare to manipulate the metal.

However, just as he raised his arm halfway, the surrounding metal objects floated up on their own, as if pulled by an invisible hand, and slammed the sentry robots that were charging up their energy away, forcibly interrupting their attack.

Magneto: "?"

Am I that strong now?

The metal will automatically protect its owner without even needing to activate any skills?

Magneto quickly noticed something was wrong.

He could clearly sense that these metal objects were being controlled by another force, a force he was very familiar with.

Magneto looked up following his senses and saw a young man floating in mid-air, wearing a helmet and a streamlined high-tech suit of armor, his crimson cape fluttering in the night wind.

He toyed with two metal balls in his hands, the silver spheres spinning rapidly in his palm. His disdainful gaze swept over the entire room, exuding an air of arrogance. Who came this show-off?

Magneto felt his status as the king of cool was threatened.

But the next second, the more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, and his face showed disbelief.

"You...you are...,

Eric landed steadily in front of Magneto, looked him up and down, and said with disdain, "Tsk, I've gotten old and look like this. I look all wrinkled, like a dried-up apple."

Magneto:

Was I that annoying when I was young?

Immediately afterwards, a figure sitting in a wheelchair slowly appeared from the corner.

Even though the other person had long, flowing hair, Magneto could still recognize them at a glance.

"Charles?"

Magneto blurted it out almost without thinking, his voice filled with barely concealed shock.

Du Mu raised an eyebrow.

They're true buddies; I didn't recognize the younger version of myself, but I recognized the younger version of Charles at a glance.

At the same time, several familiar figures appeared on the battlefield.

They are dressed in identical high-tech armor and each uses their abilities to help other mutants fight against the Sentinel robots.

With their help, the pressure on the mutants was greatly reduced.

"Hank, Darwin, and... ...piano?"

Magneto's gaze swept over the familiar yet youthful faces, finally settling on the red-haired girl, his eyelids twitching involuntarily.

There's no other reason than that the shadow left on him by the other party was too great, even greater than that of the Sentinel robot.

"What exactly is going on?"

Magneto felt his brain was a little slow to process what was happening.

These people have been dead for who knows how many years. How could they appear here with a young me and a young Charles?

Storm and the other X-Men members also looked like they'd seen a ghost.

Only the mutants like Bishop, who were outsiders, were unaware of what was going on.

Who is that show-off? How come his abilities are exactly the same as Magneto's?

Could it be that the other party is Magneto's son...?

Du Mu explained, "The matter is a bit complicated. To put it simply, we have traveled from the past to help you."

Not long ago, he used a rocket launcher to send five people he had chosen one by one to the future.

However, for the last spot, he didn't continue choosing from within the Brotherhood, but instead opted for Red Devil from the Hellfire Clan. Red Devil's ability to teleport instantly without cooldown and perform long-range multi-person relocations, along with the ability to retreat at any time when things get tough, makes it a very useful skill that he absolutely had to have.

"Did someone travel from the past?"

Magneto was even more confused.

Putting aside how absurd the idea of ​​traveling from the past to the future is, what's with this strange combination in front of us?

The X-Men, the Brotherhood, and members of the Hellfire Club.

These forces, which usually fight whenever they meet, have now actually come together.

Is it in this river?

"Oh no, their numbers are increasing!"

Bobby's voice came from not far away.

As everyone looked, they saw countless Sentinel robots swarming in from all directions, a sight that sent chills down their spines.

Although Magneto initially used a jet engine to create a small nuclear bomb, which destroyed most of the Sentinel robots in time, many Sentinel robots still survived, numbering at least nearly a hundred.

As the Sentinel robots gradually surrounded them, their living space constantly shrinking, a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in the hearts of the mutants of the future. Unlike their reaction, Du Mu's eyes lit up.

"I was just worried about not having a chance to get you all together."

Du Mu waved his hand, and countless sandbags fell from the sky.

The next moment, the bag burst open, and yellow sand gushed out, rapidly spreading in all directions and instantly forming a sea of ​​sand beneath everyone's feet. "This is..."

Before the mutants could react, the yellow sand suddenly surged up.

Countless grains of sand rose into the air and coalesced into an enormous sand arm in mid-air, its five fingers spread wide, blotting out the sky and the sun, and slammed down on the sentry robot below like a small mountain!

Boom!!!

The giant hand slammed down, causing the earth to tremble and dust to fly.

Dozens of sentries were instantly knocked to the ground by this violent force, their silver bodies buried deep in the sand.

Seeing this, Magneto felt his status as the king of cool was threatened once again.

And this is just the beginning.

After the massive sand arm crashed down, the powerful impact created towering waves on the sand sea, sweeping wildly in all directions and engulfing the entire area in the blink of an eye.

One by one, the sentinel robots within the area were swept up in it, with nowhere to put their footing, and temporarily lost their ability to resist.

The mutants who were fighting the Sentinel robots were completely unaffected. The sand seemed to have eyes and deliberately avoided them, at most they just swallowed a mouthful of sand.

The mutants: "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Just then, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the middle of the desert.

The dozens of sentinel robots that were originally scattered in various places were all forcibly gathered together in the center by the sand waves.

They were squeezed together, struggling desperately in the sand, their scales churning wildly as they tried to contort themselves into a shape to break free. "Trying to run? Too late!"

Without saying a word, Du Mu took out a peculiar device and accurately threw it into the whirlpool.

Buzz!

With a low hum, a ring of almost invisible transparent ripples spread out from the center of the device, instantly sweeping across the entire area. All the sentinel robots within the area froze simultaneously.

The red light in their eyes went out all at once, and the scales on their bodies stopped churning and gradually returned to their original appearance.

These once ferocious killing machines, one after another, lost power and collapsed into the sand dunes, never to move again. [Item: EMP Bomb (Releases a powerful electromagnetic pulse, permanently disabling all electronic devices within a 50-meter radius)]

No matter how powerful the Sentinel robots are, they are still machines at heart.

Machines cannot function without chips, circuits, and those delicate and fragile electronic components.

EMP bombs are the nemesis of all electronic products.

All the mutants were stunned, staring blankly at Du Mu, speechless.

They struggled to deal with even one Sentinel robot, but this guy wiped out dozens of Sentinel robots in an instant.

Magneto couldn't help but ask, "What is this thing?"

Du Mu explained: "EMP bombs can destroy all electronic devices."

"How many more weapons like this are there?"

Magneto's eyes lit up. If there were enough weapons like these, then the Sentinel robots would no longer be a threat.

There's only one.

Du Mu shrugged.

EMP bombs are a kind of advanced technology that is almost impossible to replicate; only game items have this effect.

Magneto was immediately disappointed upon hearing this: "That's a real shame."

However, the EMP bomb didn't wipe out all the Sentinel robots; a few escaped unscathed, just outside the area of ​​effect. Eric watched the approaching Sentinel robots in the distance, a shark-like smile playing on his lips.

"Leave the rest to me."

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist, and two metal balls shot out instantly.

The speed is ridiculously fast; the trajectory cannot be detected by the naked eye.

Bang! !

A tremendous impact rang out, and the two sentries at the front didn't even have time to react before their silver heads were pierced through.

The terrifying kinetic energy caused them to tilt backward and crash heavily to the ground.

But the two metal balls did not stop.

Guided by Eric, they traced two arcs in mid-air, cutting into the enemy ranks again from different angles.

Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!

Most mutants couldn't see what was happening; they only heard a series of muffled explosions.

This was followed by images of the Sentinel robot being hit and torn to pieces.

Some of the Sentinel robots tried to change their form to defend themselves, but it was to no avail. The two metal spheres were more powerful than cannonballs and could easily shatter the Sentinel robots' hard mechanical bodies.

Mechanical fragments, mixed with sparks, flew everywhere.

Soon, a few sentinel robots turned into a bunch of sentinel robots.

Eric raised his hand, and two metal balls flew back into his palm, his expression one of complete control.

What a show-off!

Magneto's eyelids twitched: "This is..."

Eric grinned: "It's just a little bit of magnetism."

He is no longer the cultural desert he once was.

After more than a year of study, he has learned the basic application of magnetism.

Although he can't yet pull off any fancy maneuvers, the improvement he's made even with these basic skills is already terrifying. Let's see who dares to call him the Iron King anymore!

"Oh, so it's magnetism."

Magneto calmly nodded, but in reality, he didn't understand the underlying meaning at all.

He's either been causing trouble or on his way to causing trouble his whole life.

Later, when the Sentinel robots appeared, he took Charles on a constant escape, leaving him no time to settle down and study.

Decisively skipping over this topic that exposed his lack of knowledge, Magneto stared at the metal ball in Erik's hand.

"This metal must be something special, right?"

"Of course, Adamantium, the hardest metal in the world."

Eric looked smug.

This was a gift from Du Mu, and to this metalwork master, it was practically a divine artifact.

Furthermore, Du Mu also imbued the two adamantium alloy spheres with several permanent spells.

Adamantium alloy is extremely strong and can perfectly withstand the damage caused by magic, but its drawback is that its shape cannot be changed. Once it is changed, the magic attached to it will automatically disappear.

Magneto narrowed his eyes: "So it's adamantium, huh? No wonder. Can I take a look?"

"This is mine."

Eric's eyes were wary.

Knowing his own situation, he naturally understood what the other party was up to.

Seeing Erik's guarded demeanor, Magneto had no choice but to temporarily abandon the idea of ​​letting the metal ball grow legs and run away.

Forget it, I'll just wait until I have time to sift some adamantium from Logan's body in the future.

Anyway, that guy is a man who can take things in stride, so he probably won't mind such a small matter.

Magneto gave a benevolent smile: "Don't worry, I won't take your things. If you don't want to look, then don't. But speaking of which, your helmet looks nice, it's a lot like my favorite helmet. Can I borrow it for a bit?"

Eric: .

Am I going to be this shameless when I get old?

At that moment, Magneto's body went limp, and he collapsed onto Erik.

His face was deathly pale, a clear sign of excessive blood loss.

Magneto was seriously injured at the start of the battle, and the fact that his old bones have been able to hold on until now is quite remarkable.

Du Mu glanced at Magneto's health bar, which was almost empty, and said to Eric, "His injuries are too severe; he needs immediate treatment." Eric nodded, took out a bottle of life potion from his pocket, pried open Magneto's mouth, and poured it down his throat.

This is an exclusive perk for veteran members of the Brotherhood: each person receives a potion of life.

He and Charles, as the two leaders of the Brotherhood, received three bottles of life potion; each bottle used reduces the remaining supply.

But since Magneto is himself, he's the one who should provide the life-saving potion.

Shortly after drinking the potion of life, Magneto's face regained its color.

He looked down at the healed wound on his abdomen and exclaimed in surprise, "What an amazing medicine!"

Eric said with heartache, "Of course, this is a life-saving potion. As long as the body is not seriously damaged and there is still a breath left, it can be brought back to life. I only have three bottles of this kind of potion."

Magneto's expression was complex: "Are you truly our past?"

He was certain he had never heard of any life-saving potion.

Charles continued, "We're not entirely sure either. Your Logan traveled into our timeline, and he also talked about what happened in your past. To be honest, there was a slight discrepancy between his experience and ours."

Magneto glanced at Erik, then at Charles.

The two of them were completely at ease with each other, a stark contrast to the estrangement he remembered. A thought suddenly popped into his head: "Could it be that in your timeline, I joined the X-Men?"

Charles smiled slightly: "Oh no, I joined the fraternity."

Magneto: "???"