Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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George took out a box and carefully stored the wooden object inside. 

The production of nuclear missiles is inseparable from metal, and as long as something is made of metal, it naturally falls under his control. 

After all, in X-Men: First Class, Magneto used his powers to halt a barrage of missiles in an instant. 

So as long as a nuclear missile entered his ability's range, it was effectively neutralized. 

As a final touch, he used a Transfiguration Spell to alter its form, preserving its launch-ready state. Thanks to the effects of his new wand, this transformation could be maintained for an extended period. 

According to this world's history, nuclear missiles were created by the Eternals under the guidance of the Celestials, who sought to end human wars by granting them the ultimate weapon. 

Even on a cosmic scale, their power was nothing to scoff at. 

A single missile had been enough to obliterate the Chitauri mothership, making it more devastating than many of the so-called advanced weapons used by galactic civilizations—certainly more violent than anything in Guardians of the Galaxy. 

By preserving it with a Transfiguration Spell, George ensured he could undo the transformation at any time, restoring the missile to its original state and using it as a trump card if needed. 

With the nuclear threat handled, he turned his gaze toward the three airborne helicarriers already ascending into the sky. 

"Despair, Hydra!" 

He brought his hands together, then pulled them apart. 

"Plasma Railgun!" 

A colossal beam of plasma erupted from George's hands, piercing clean through one of the helicarriers in an instant. 

As the ship trembled, he shifted slightly to the right and sliced it in half horizontally. Then, without pausing, he swept his attack toward the two remaining carriers. 

Realizing the threat, the remaining vessels quickly adjusted their energy cannons, locking onto George. 

Boom! Boom! Boom! 

"Light Magic: Three Pillars of Divinity!" 

Golden magic circles appeared behind him, forming a powerful barrier of light that deflected every incoming energy blast with ease. 

At the same time, George didn't stop his plasma assault. Maintaining his attack, he continued his sweeping motion, slicing through the remaining two helicarriers, cutting them clean in half before they plummeted into the lake below. 

In less than ten seconds, Hydra's grand scheme—the three helicarriers meant to dominate the world—was utterly annihilated by George alone. 

For him, massive airborne battleships without energy shields were nothing more than oversized target dummies. 

No shields? Fine. But being so fragile on top of that? That was just asking for disaster. Forget about him—even back in The Avengers, Hawkeye had nearly taken one down with just a few well-placed explosives. 

"Oh my God, who is he? Is he the Archangel Michael?!" 

"This is insane!" 

"Was that a nuclear missile?! Who launched it? Is the government trying to wipe out Washington?!" 

"He stopped the missile! He saved all of Washington!" 

"He saved our lives!" 

Viewers across the nation sat glued to their screens, utterly stunned by the spectacle unfolding before them. The sheer scale of the battle felt surreal, as if they were witnessing something straight out of mythology. 

Captain America, Wolverine, and Iron Man—they could all be rationalized. 

Captain America had the Super Soldier Serum, a product of biological experimentation. Wolverine was a mutant, the result of genetic mutation. Iron Man was simply the pinnacle of technological innovation. 

But George? 

First, he appeared out of nowhere. Then, he spread his wings. Next, he fired off plasma blasts with his bare hands. And to top it off, he summoned golden magic circles for defense. 

All of these combined into one overwhelming conclusion— 

He was divine. 

Of course, most people quickly regained their composure. While they were awestruck, the prevailing sentiment was gratitude—especially among the citizens of Washington. 

Had George not intervened, they weren't sure what kind of devastation Hydra's helicarriers would have unleashed, but they did know exactly what kind of destruction a nuclear detonation would bring. 

Meanwhile, back at the Security Council, the members monitoring the situation were left just as shaken. 

"Who the hell is this guy? Is he a mutant too? Why didn't Nick Fury ever mention him before?!" 

Nick Fury had mentioned the rebuilding of the mutant academy before—just briefly. He only brought up Wolverine and a few mutant children, assuring the council that everything was under control. 

At the time, they hadn't thought much of it. 

But now, they realized they had severely underestimated the situation. 

Among these mutants was someone this dangerous? 

This was no joke. 

This man had just casually turned a nuclear missile into wood with a flick of his wrist. And in mere seconds, he had annihilated three helicarriers—each powerful enough to obliterate the world's most elite military forces and threaten nations. 

Looking at it now, this guy was far more dangerous than Hydra could ever hope to be. 

Because if he ever decided to come after them, what could they possibly do to stop him? 

"How much else has Nick Fury been hiding from us?!" 

"Looks like I'll need to find a way to upgrade my Golden Legend armor again!" 

Below, Tony Stark watched as George's plasma railgun effortlessly tore through the three helicarriers. Then, he thought back to how he had proudly shown off his chest-mounted repulsor cannon to Steve and Logan just a short while ago. 

His face burned with embarrassment. 

"Thank God George wasn't around to see that." 

"The headmaster is still the headmaster. No wonder he's always off the radar—he's been busy developing new abilities again!" 

Logan let out a sigh of admiration. Though he had seen it all before, he still found himself impressed. 

George had a habit of unlocking new powers every so often, so Logan had grown used to it. This time, though, the sheer scale of destruction was something else. 

"The enhanced ones escaped! We need to get inside and rescue Bucky!" 

Despite his shock, Steve's priority remained his best friend. He had been keeping an eye on the surroundings, and the moment he spotted the eyeless man teleporting away with several enhanced individuals, he didn't hesitate. 

He bolted toward the Triskelion. 

Tony and Logan immediately followed. 

Without the aid of the Inhumans, the remaining Hydra soldiers and combat robots were no match for the trio. It didn't take long for them to break through the defenses and storm the building. 

"How... how is this possible?! How could he be this strong?!" 

Inside the director's office at the Triskelion, Alexander Pierce stared in despair at the scene outside. His grand vision—his life's work—was now sinking into the lake before his very eyes. 

Years of planning. Years of careful execution. 

All gone in an instant. 

For the first time, doubt crept into his mind. 

Had he been wrong all along? 

Was Strucker's path—the pursuit of superpowered individuals—the correct one? 

"Kill them! Kill them all!" 

At this point, staying here any longer was no longer an option. 

His only choice was to order the execution of all hostages. 

Partly out of revenge. 

Partly to create a distraction. 

If he could buy himself just a little more time, he could still escape. This wasn't over. His dream would live on. 

Or so he thought. 

Because the moment he gave the order— 

No one responded. 

"Bind swiftly! Extract the soul's thoughts!" 

A hand suddenly pressed against his forehead. 

Pierce's eyes widened in shock. 

"How are you—" 

"Sectumsempra!" 

A second later, George withdrew his hand. 

Pierce's head and body separated instantly. 

(End of Chapter)