Marvel World New Magneto

Eric slept very deeply, more than he could imagine. The screams and explosions that sounded outside did not wake him up. The whole person seemed to fall into the deepest sea, and the external stimulation was weakened to the lowest level. He vaguely knew He had been dragged and dragged on the ground, and then transported away on a new vehicle. Even so, he could not let himself struggle from the dream.

The power of dreams dominated his soul, allowing him to return to the space he had forgotten and relive the last scene before he left.

In the dark space, there was a group of people lying in disorder, their armor was broken, their bodies were stained with mud and blood, and they were as embarrassed as defeated soldiers, but they did not have the depression and dullness that a bereaved dog should have.

"It's great to be able to pass the customs alive." After an unknown period of time, a sigh filled with the joy of escaping from death suddenly caused a burst of fortunate response.

Vitality and vitality returned to them, and they began to talk about it, and it took a while to stop.

"So, did everyone choose to return to their own world?" A voice asked, some affirmed, some objected, but no matter what choice, it could not stop everyone's eagerness to get rid of the control of that supreme being.

Never-ending adventures, desperate despair, precarious panic, and disappearing companions make it difficult for even the toughest of nerves.

Everyone seems to be dancing on a tightrope, with an abyss below.

Now the way home is at hand, and their yearning for freedom is unstoppable.

Standing alone at the edge of the crowd, he had no intention of saying hello to his friends who were about to part.

Others were not surprised either.

Because this was originally a miscellaneous team that was assembled in pieces, the people who joined the longest had only experienced seven or eight games together, and the least had just entered before the final battle.

The reincarnators of the Lord God are like the Gu insects raised by the seedlings of the southern border in the novel. The world is a cruel killing field, and the survival of the fittest is their destiny.No matter how unbearable you are in your heart and how hard you try to keep it, you can't ensure safety, and you will lose your life if you don't pay attention.In this way, the old and the new are constantly being regurgitated, and the last thing left is a temporary choice.

Therefore, although the team is a miscellaneous card, the members are all elites.

There is no waste that can survive endless fighting and conspiracy.

Because of this, they often don't have a deep friendship with each other. They can rely on each other in battle and try their best to pass the level.

People atomized and disappeared one after another, the empty hall was deserted, and only a few people were left to say their final goodbyes.

He was the one who only joined the team in the last battle. His former teammates with deep feelings were all dead. He didn't know the new teammates very well. , go to the world of your choice and start a new life.

At this time, someone stopped him. It was the captain of this temporary team, a young man with a gentle and calm appearance.

"You decided to go to that world?" the captain asked.

"I can't go back to the world I came here, so I simply choose an interesting place." He nodded and replied.

The captain is not a hypocritical person. He didn't ask nonsense like "why can't you go back?". Everyone has their own difficulties, and life is rolling in suffering. Everyone understands that, and this is not what he wants to say.

"In order to pass the customs, the equipment is almost destroyed. Only this is left. Anyway, it can't bring the world we came to. I will give it to you as a reward for saving life."

As the captain spoke, he took out a red ball and handed it to him.

He gently picked up the sphere and held it in front of his eyes to measure it. It felt soft and elastic, and the blood-colored brilliance flowed slowly like wisps of smoke.

Like a bead of blood.

"This is the relic of the former teammates, the bloodline ball obtained from the task, based on Magneto, with the characteristics of some mutants added. After the transformation of the main god, it can be used in that world." The captain explained.

He held the bloodline red ball to his chest and thanked him solemnly.

Now that we are clear about each other, no one owes anyone else—although we have never cared about it, but who would be proud to owe someone else's kindness?

The parting was just around the corner, and the captain asked again, "Let's live and die together, and we still don't know your name, can you tell me?"

Finally, he took a look at this nightmare space that he wanted to get rid of in countless days. He pressed the bloodline ball into his chest, felt the changes in his body, and answered smoothly: "I used the bloodline of Magneto, and my name is Erie. Grab it."

Eric...

In the trance, Eric seemed to realize something, and then as "he" in the dream left the space, like the fog under the sun, it gradually faded away.

Then Eric and "he" merged into one, feeling the changes together, watching the scene in front of him gradually blurring, the light distorted and tossed as if refracted by water waves, and then shattered, the colorful halo mixed with huge and noisy The sound kept flashing and roaring in his mind.

Eric quietly looked at the intertwined light and shadow, where his own forgotten experiences kept appearing, and the scenes he experienced in the main god space, there were budding who thought the protagonist was lucky when he first arrived, and senior and beautiful Xiang Xiang. The foolishness of the female teammates' confession is the fear and anger when they are suppressed by the strong and ruthlessly persecuted, and the high-spiritedness when they are mature and successful.

Those memories that even he had forgotten were all turned over and presented in front of him at this moment, and then the water moon mirror flower disappeared without a trace.

In the fragments of light and shadow, faces that are familiar or unfamiliar appear and disappear. He recognizes that there are hated competitors, enemies who once wanted to eat flesh and blood, friends and partners who have shared adversity, and some who try to protect the end. but incompetent people.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the pretty face he had been dreaming of, but before his fingertips arrived, Fang Ying had already passed away.

His hands froze there, and only then did he truly understand that it was all over.

The dust disappeared like smoke, and then he was bathed in the dim light and appeared in front of an angry fat man.

A new world has arrived.

……

While Eric was asleep, a few things happened:

The car they were in was attacked by strange mutants, Wolverine and the attacker were injured in the battle, Eric fell into a state of coma, and the little naughty was trapped in the burning car and was almost burned to death. Fortunately, someone rescued him and survived in difficulty.

After the incident, the rescuers took a group of three people back to their base, Xavier Gifted Youth Academy, for temporary placement.

The damage of the Wolverine Wolf quickly woke up, and the little naughty entered the academy to study, but Eric was in a dormant state, which puzzled the rescuer who claimed to be the X-Men.

At this time, Professor X, the founder of the Academy, was talking about him with his inaugural students.

"Aged between 27 and 30 years old, in good health and without abnormalities, it can be ruled out that he was unconscious due to trauma in the car. When this person appeared, he had nothing but a translucent black on his left wrist. Wrist watch, the material of the watch is unknown, its use is unknown, and it cannot be removed after trying various methods. This is the only item he carries on his body, and there is nothing else that can be used to identify identity information." Phoenix in a white coat In front of the enlarged X-ray screen, Nuqin Gray pointed to the human body test chart to make a presentation to the teacher and companions.

"According to Rogan's recollection, his contact with this man was in an underground boxing match in a small town in Canada. The opponent was skilled and experienced and could control metal bullets without physical contact. Based on these clues, I think it was A mutant who has undergone fighting training and has the ability to control metal, although according to the professor's observation, his fluctuations are not strong enough, between the second and third level, but he also has a certain threat, and there may be considerable in the future. Room for growth." Qin, a beautiful woman with long red hair and an enchanting figure, analyzed.

Professor X and his right-hand men sat opposite and listened carefully to her explanation.

"According to little naughty Mary recalls, he can't remember where he came from, why he came, the place where he first appeared was the bar where the black fist was played, and the professor also confirmed this. I did not find him in the government archives. The identity information, the immigration agency has no clues, it is clean like a newborn baby." Phoenix girl pun.

At the end of the report, there was a lot of discussion.

It is not uncommon for mutants to be persecuted by ordinary people because of their special abilities or physical characteristics. Xavier College was originally established by Professor X and colleagues with the same philosophy for this purpose. They are willing to provide their fellow citizens with Selfless assistance, even if you get into trouble for it, don't back down.But this person who appeared out of thin air is really strange. He seems to have fallen from the sky, and he can't figure out the details at all. In this attack, another mutant organization, the Brotherhood of Mutants under Magneto, is involved. The question can't help but cause some doubts.

Most people believe that careful observation is required, but Cyclops Scott, who has laser sight ability, insists against it. He was persecuted at a young age, and his thinking has become sensitive and radical. He believes that dangerous people are best controlled outside the safe area, to avoid harm to the college.

"Remember those biological weapons that Stryker made, they are all dangerous elements like ticking time bombs, you will not forget the threat those guys caused us, who dares to say that this guy is not a force sent to make trouble Yes. What do you say about Logan?" Scott took the initiative to seek the opinion of his rival Wolverine for his own opinion, but he was soon disappointed.

The bearded violent ** pondered for a while and said: "I don't think so, although his ability is annoying, but I can overcome it. We fought in the ring, and I want to chat with him more in the future. ." He fiddled with the sharp hardman alloy claws on his hands, obviously the so-called chat was just an excuse to find fault.

Everyone here knows that he was embarrassed by the opponent when he was fighting black boxing in Canada.Now that I know that the other party is also a mutant, and the level is a little lower, even if the attributes are similar, I am not afraid. I just found an opportunity to use him as a sandbag to relieve my depression.

Everyone was arguing and arguing for a while, and finally the professor decided to take in the uninvited guest.

"It's our responsibility to protect our compatriots, Scott. I'll keep an eye on him." Stopping objections, Professor X said slowly.

The boss made a decision, everyone decided to obey, and Cyclops couldn't say anything else, so he left in a huff.

The storm girl Ororo had a delicate mind. She was the last to go out of the group. Seeing the teacher's frown, she just walked a few steps and turned back.

She asked, "Professor, is there anything wrong?"

Professor X murmured: "It's too similar, it's too similar."

Storm Girl asked in surprise: "Who do you think looks like? Does this intruder look like someone you know?"

Professor X moved his wheelchair and came to the screen. He switched the camera to the scene where the intruder was sleeping. Looking at the familiar face, he became more and more surprised.

"He looks exactly like Eric when he was young, before he didn't have the nickname Magneto. The same ability, the same appearance, it's like the Eric of the past reversed time and space to come to me."

"Maybe he's Magneto's son or a relative, or maybe he was cloned by some agency, as Scott said?" the Storm guessed.

Professor X shook his head to deny this conjecture and said, "He doesn't have this kind of memory in his brain, and his body doesn't show signs of rapid growth after cultivation. There's one more thing that Qin didn't find out. The metal ball that the bullet turned into was put into the watch, the little naughty thought he was doing magic, so he didn't care, but after I found this information, I checked the watch, and the result was shocking, the watch in his hand It turned out to be a piece of space equipment that can accommodate substances that exceed its own volume. Although I don’t know what the principle is and how to apply it, it is undoubtedly far beyond our current technological level, and even a high-end industrial giant like Stark can’t do it. I can't think of any institution that can do it. As for Magneto, what I can be sure of is that my old friend Magneto Eric is still alive and well, this person should only be similar in appearance ... Maybe it's all a coincidence."

This statement is a bit reluctant, and with doubts, Storm Girl left.

"Reason tells me that you are another Eric, but the master tells me that you are the Magneto. What the hell is going on?" Professor X moved the wheelchair, bringing himself closer to the man on the screen, He said to himself: "Maybe this is another chance God has given us, Eric, this time I must lead you on the right path."