He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

X-Men universe, North American wilderness.

In the ruins of a shopping mall that had collapsed halfway, a dozen or so ragged mutants huddled in a corner of the underground parking lot.

Their wounds were still bleeding; some had lost their left arms, and others had large patches of skin burned off their faces.

The bald old man in the middle, sitting in a wheelchair, is using his mind to search for life signals within a 30-kilometer radius with his eyes closed.

Professor Charles Xavier's temples were bulging with veins, and cold sweat was seeping from his forehead.

"Eric, eight kilometers to the southeast, a patrol formation of forty-seven evolved sentinels is moving toward us."

The white-haired old man standing beside him did not answer.

Magneto, Erik Lansher, braced his hands on a bent steel pipe, his gray suit torn in several places, his right eye bandaged, and his remaining left eye bloodshot.

He is already seventy-two years old.

The crushing defeat three days ago is still fresh in my mind.

He manipulated the entire city to unleash 70,000 tons of steel, smashing a steel dome into the sky.

Within seconds, the three Sentinels completed molecular reconstruction, transforming their outer layer into non-metallic superconducting ceramic.

Carrying a bombardment of 70,000 tons of metal, it rushed in front of him and tore through his magnetic field shield on the spot.

If Storm hadn't used her last bit of strength to create a hurricane to block it, his head would be hanging on the top of the pyramid in Apocalypse right now.

Storm did not leave that battlefield alive.

"Charles, how many men are left?"

Magneto's throat was dry and cracked, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"Eleven are capable of fighting."

"Three days ago, we had forty-six of us!"

Charles did not respond.

Each of those vanished names is etched in the memories of the two elderly people.

Jean Grey used the Phoenix Force to withstand the molecular recombination wave released by Apocalypse for three seconds, buying time for the twenty children to escape.

Her body shattered into dust.

Logan, the Wolverine, single-handedly held off twelve evolved Sentinels.

The indestructible adamantium skeleton was melted into a pool of molten silver by the Sentinels' focused energy beams.

In the end, only one heart, still healing itself, remained, and it was sealed away and taken away by the Sentinel.

"Buzzing..."

A deep, rumbling engine sound came from afar, growing louder and louder.

The expressions of all the mutants in the underground parking lot changed simultaneously.

"They're here." Iceman Bobby conjured a thin layer of ice on the ground with his only remaining left hand, his voice trembling slightly. "Fifteen minutes earlier than expected."

Magneto gripped the steel pipe tightly.

His abilities have been fully recorded in the Sentinel's database, and every newly produced Sentinel comes with a non-metallic mode switching module.

His most prized magnetic control has become a joke in the face of these adaptive machines.

"Charles, send the children away, I'll cover the rear."

"You can't break it off."

Charles's telepathic abilities remained frighteningly sharp; he had already scanned the detailed composition of that formation.

"The three leading ones are evolved forms, and they are completely immune to telepathy. I can't even slow them down."

"Then let's die together." Magneto raised his head, his left eye burning with an indomitable light.

This mutant leader, who once commanded all metal, made the simplest choice at the end of his life.

He bent down and pushed Charles's wheelchair toward the back drain.

"Take the kids who can run away, and I'll buy you three minutes."

"Eric..."

"Three minutes, Charles."

"We've argued our whole lives, so the last thing is, don't argue with me anymore."

Magneto interrupted him, a rare smile appearing on his lips.

He turned around and walked with somewhat unsteady steps toward the exit of the underground parking lot.

Behind me came a muffled sound of weeping.

"Quiet." Charles used telepathy to calm everyone's panic. "Follow me, don't look back."

The moment Magneto stepped out of the parking lot, the sunlight stung his one eye.

In the sky, forty-seven black dots are rapidly approaching.

The three Mark VIIs at the front were noticeably larger, with their orange cores gleaming brightly.

"Come on." Magneto raised his hands, and magnetic waves spread outward like a tide.

Two hundred meters away in the ruins, thousands of metal fragments flew up and gathered above his head to form a rough iron curtain.

He knew it was no use.

But three minutes is three minutes.

The sentry formation accelerated its dive, and the crimson scanning beam locked onto his position.

"Target detected: Mutant ID MG-001, Magneto, a magnetomancer."

"Non-metallic form preset loaded, execute annihilation procedure."

Three Mark VIIs simultaneously opened their shaped charge cannons.

The orange light grew brighter and brighter.

Magneto took a deep breath of dusty air and compressed his magnetism into an invisible bullet.

Three focused beams shot out into the air.

Magneto closed his eyes.

"boom!!!!!!"

The sound of explosions echoed across the wasteland.

But it wasn't the sound of him being hit.

It was a sound from heaven.

Magneto suddenly opened his one eye.

Three focused energy rays, each powerful enough to destroy a city block, were less than ten meters above his head...

Disappeared.

To be precise, it was swallowed up by a pitch-black sphere the size of a fist.

The sphere hovered in mid-air, and the surrounding light was visibly bent, even the sunlight seemed to veer around it.

"A bunch of junk dares to try and unleash their energy in front of me?"

A voice descended from the sky.

Magneto looked up and saw a dark golden figure streaking across the sky.

It was a mechanical suit of armor he had never seen before, yet it wasn't entirely mechanical.

Beneath the dark gold nano-coating flowed eerie black patterns, and the optical lenses of the eyes gleamed with a terrifying dark purple.

Tony Stark flew directly from the teleportation point, and the moment he landed, the gravitational field pressed a ring of radial cracks into the rubble on the ground.

"Sir, you're still standing?"

"Not bad, more assertive than I expected."

Magneto's lips parted slightly, and he had only one thought in his mind.

Who is this person?

Immediately afterwards, several more beams of light lit up in the sky behind him.

An old man dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk came stepping through the air.

Golden light flowed around him, and with each step he took, a visible ray of light bloomed in the void.

A gentle-looking man wearing glasses floated in the air, surrounded by a faint golden robe.

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There was also a familiar figure, Magneto.

Deadpool, clutching two katana in his arms, plummeted from mid-air with a howl, crashing headfirst into a pile of rubble.

"Damn it, who stole my parachute!"

Wade pulled his head out of the crack in the rock and twisted his crooked neck.

"Open a portal for me, just open one already!"