Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 130 Guess what? Will you die this time? (Seeking monthly votes)

"Do these guys all have a monster living inside them?"

Magneto is completely unaware that his frenemy Charles is laughing all the way in the real world, while he is currently having a real headache.

His aged face was full of frustration.

How much time has passed?

Why are these guys still able to hold on?

Mingming's bones were broken and his internal organs were bleeding from the pressure of his gravity field, and he spat out an unknown amount of blood.

It looked like it was about to collapse, but it just wouldn't fall.

The key point is that his expression seems somewhat comfortable?

Are these people perverts?

Magneto racked his brains trying to figure out what these people were insisting on.

Does it make sense?

Just because of those soldiers?

Magneto's brows furrowed, his eyes flashing with a cold light, revealing a murderous intent.

But in reality, he was in a state of inner conflict.

If you really go all out, you can risk entering a state of overload and activate your ability to upgrade the gravity field, but what happens after that?

The person behind this group has never shown up.

Magneto harbored a very dark thought about this.

Could it be that the person behind this is delaying their appearance in order to force me to kill them, and then launch a surprise attack while I am weakened?

It's not impossible. From Magneto's perspective, if it were him, he really would have done it.

Sacrifice is inevitable in order to accomplish great things.

Magneto's abilities and sense of responsibility prevent him from being the one sacrificed, but he can also choose to sacrifice himself when necessary.

He doesn't apply double standards.

It is precisely this personality and style that has attracted a large number of followers to him.

Magneto, believing he had figured things out, had a plan. A glint of electromagnetic light flashed in his eyes as he silently increased his power.

boom!!

The terrifying gravity intensified once again, turning the entire space crimson and illuminating the original darkness.

"You can add more? This old man..."

The escalating terror dealt another heavy blow to Raiche and the others, who had already begun to adapt. Their faces turned pale, and their bodies swayed even more violently.

However, they ignored the shattered bones and damaged internal organs inside their bodies and stubbornly persisted in not collapsing.

Everyone knows that once you fall, you can never get back up.

Upon seeing this, Magneto spoke.

The aged voice, tinged with weakness, said: "You are dying."

His words drew the attention of Reicher and the others.

Magneto swept his gaze across the crowd.

"I have never admired an ordinary person because, to me, they are just a group of fragile locusts who only know how to suck blood."

"The reason they persecute mutants is because we are stronger than them, and we are the future."

"They are afraid."

"You are different. You are not mutants, but you have power that surpasses that of ordinary people, and you also have a moving will."

At this point, Magneto shook his head.

"You are warriors, worthy of my respect, but look at you now, what are you still holding onto?"

Under gravity, Magneto's aged voice became noticeably thicker and more muffled, like the beating of a drum.

"Your loyalty and perseverance have only earned you ruthless abandonment, making you victims."

Magneto is a master at manipulation.

He was never just a brute who crushed everything with brute force; on the contrary, he was equally terrifying in those aspects and in those abilities.

Magneto attempted to use language to break down the defenses of Reicher and the others.

If Reich and the others waver even slightly, then Magneto will have succeeded.

It would be even better if we could lure these terrifying warriors away as well.

"Your leader lacks the confidence to confront and kill me directly. He can only weaken me by sacrificing you in this way, and then take the opportunity to kill me. It's a very clever tactic."

"Equally ridiculous, is your insistence really right?"

Magneto spoke with great passion and fervor.

However, they didn't notice the looks that Lei Che and the others were giving them, as if they were looking at an idiot.

"Are you doubting our loyalty, you old geezer?" Nigley said with difficulty; she was always a quirky person.

So right now, they're just messing around with Magneto.

He didn't even care that he had to spit out blood after every word he spoke.

Lei Che and his companions felt rather helpless.

Magneto, unaware that Negri was playing a prank, perceived her words as a sign of wavering. Invigorated, he outwardly remained calm and continued, "I never doubt."

"You are true warriors."

"I'm just expressing my regret."

"What are you regretting?"

A strange voice came through, and Magneto replied without hesitation: "I'm lamenting your fate..."

Before he could finish speaking, Magneto's eyes suddenly widened.

What did he see?

He saw a young man appear behind Lei Che and the others, but he didn't know when it had happened.

He even walked towards me with ease, defying his gravity.

As he passed by Raiche and the others, he gently patted them on the shoulder.

It seems to be an affirmation and encouragement.

The effect was outstanding; everyone stared at Matthew's retreating figure with fervent eyes.

Magneto paused for a moment, realizing that the young man before him was the leader of Reicher and his group.

At the same time, he finally noticed the expressions and gazes of Nigley and the others, and then he realized that he had made two mistakes.

Two very serious mistakes.

He underestimated the loyalty of Reicher and others, a loyalty that was fanatical, as fanatical as the faith in the hearts of any fanatic.

His second mistake was underestimating the power of the leaders behind these people.

Magneto initially thought that the other party's continued secrecy stemmed from a lack of confidence in their abilities, but now it seems the opposite is true; the other party is simply overconfident.

The other party also has reason to be confident.

Strolling effortlessly in a gravitational field more than eighty times stronger than normal, it seemed as if one did not feel gravity at all.

And the aura emanating from the other person.

They were far more powerful than Reicher and his warriors, so powerful that even Magneto felt a sense of dread.

Matthew walked up to Magneto, less than a meter away.

"You're not just a powerful mutant, but also an excellent orator, Mr. Erik." Matthew looked at the famous Magneto before him, who was revered by many mutants as their leader and savior.

He gave his own assessment.

Magneto's moved expression quickly turned serious as he forcibly suppressed his fatigue.

This is a dialogue between leaders.

He would never allow himself to show the slightest weakness.

"You're not what I expected. You're young, kid."

"A child? Perhaps."

Magneto countered sharply, but Matthew wasn't angry. Instead, after scrutinizing and sizing him up, he shook his head and said, "Aren't you tired of this?"

He said this.

Then he extended his right hand, pointing his fingertips at Magneto's helmet.

hum! !

Accompanied by a strange power, a dazzling cross-shaped starlight bloomed from his fingertips, and brilliant rings intertwined.

"Guess what, will you die this time?"

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