The sky is so vast that even the thickest clouds can occupy only one side.

Beyond the mist, there is a kingdom that is being embraced by the sun at this moment.

It is still dark in the homeland of Soviet Russia, and the Americas have ushered in daylight.

The city made of steel and concrete is cold in terms of tone.

The blonde young man stands on the tallest building in the city.

He was looking down at the city that belonged to him, but there was a deep uneasiness in his gaze.

"Are you here?"

He suddenly looked in a direction on the horizon.

Under the blue sky and white sun, there is nothing abnormal there, only some floating clouds are quietly changing their appearance.

Sometimes like a horse, sometimes like a car.

The clouds are inherently aspectless, or that all things are aspectless, but they are formed by the mind of the observer.

In the eyes of the blond youth, the clouds on the horizon formed a monster with teeth and claws at this moment.

The monster was snarling at the city, and at the top of the city.

The oncoming wind seems to have a fishy smell in the mouth of a monster.

He narrowed his eyes.

"It's not polite to have a guest visit, and it doesn't take the initiative to say hello......"

The blonde youth put a finger to his left ear.

"The first wave of the offensive can begin. ”

He ordered.

"Let me see how much weight you have in being born in despair and madness!"

He looked at the horizon, the muscles in his face tense.

"Boom!"

Thousands of artillery pieces had already been arranged outside the city overnight, and with the order of the golden-haired youth, it was like a thousand thunderbolts sounding on the flat ground in an instant.

Missiles, lasers, those that can predict their trajectory, and those that cannot predict their trajectory.

Thousands, if not more, of munitions were swooped down on the target that had been monitored by satellites and transmitted back images.

From afar, it looks like a flock of birds returning to the forest.

"Boom!"

The blast blasted through the clouds, revealing the sky behind the clouds.

The clouds shattered so thoroughly that for a moment the blue, the true color of the sky was revealed.

Also exposed was the behemoth that was hidden behind the clouds along with the blue.

"Roar!"

The 'mechanical beast', which still maintained its 'Feathered Serpent' form, was directly confused by the meeting gift from the blonde man.

For a moment, its body was blown into several pieces, and it was like a vegetable snake that died tragically under the farmer's hoe.

However, the 'mechanical beast' is the 'mechanical beast', and as long as its core is not destroyed, then the injuries on the physical level are only a minor matter.

"Brush!"

Silver filaments quickly emerged from a few pieces of black smoke from their bodies, and they met each other in a matter of moments.

The silver filaments were joined together by the silver threads, and then they tugged to reassemble the stumps.

In just about ten seconds, a complete 'Feathered Serpent' reappeared, and its appearance was exactly the same as before, except for a slight reduction in size.

It roared loudly at the 'bugs' on the ground that had attacked it.

It was only halfway through its scheduled journey, and landing was not what it wanted.

However, the 'bed bugs' on the ground angered it.

Or rather, those units managed to attract the attention of the 'Feathered Serpent'.

It flapped its wings and began to dive down from the sky.

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"According to this station, the peace meeting originally scheduled for this morning had to be postponed due to some 'force majeure'......"

In Paris, outside the town hall, which was set as the venue for the peace conference, a large group of reporters were holding microphones, saying something unnutritious to the camera while looking at the door of the town hall.

From morning to now, no one with knowledge of the proceedings of the meeting has come out of this gate.

They know very well that if they only take out the official explanation and broadcast it, neither the audience nor the editor will be satisfied.

So they surrounded this European-style building.

However, due to regulatory issues, the place they surrounded was only the main entrance.

And the point where the real news happens today is at the back door of the town hall.

"Eric!"

In the end, Hank did not choose to land the plane directly on the roadway of Paris, considering the urgency of the matter and the current situation, he felt that he should not 'sell' the car that everyone escaped at this moment.

So he suggested that the crowd skydive.

Logan voted against it, but it didn't work, as the final vote was three to one.

So they parachuted directly near the town hall.

Magneto was the first to land, and because of the convenience of his own ability, he shortened the time it took to land by attracting heavy metal objects on the ground.

He looked rushed, which made Charles vaguely aware that something was wrong.

Just like Logan before him, Charles smelled an ominous smell.

It's just that unlike Logan, Charles has a strong trust in his instincts.

But in mid-air, all he could do was shout loudly.

Magneto did not respond to Charles's shout.

Once on the ground, he rushed to the heavily guarded back door of the town hall without looking back, using his abilities to turn all kinds of metal objects into weapons, either injuring or trapping the guards.

Where can these hard-pressed guys stop Magneto?

By the time Charles and Logan landed, the section of the road that had entered through the back door had been cleared by Magneto.

"Hurry up!"

Charles quickly unhooked his parachute, and he pulled Logan, whose calves were visibly shaking.

"It's coming!"

Logan's biggest problem is motion sickness, and as a derivative product, he sometimes 'gets sick'.

But there was no time for him to adjust slowly, so he decisively showed his claws and hit his calves twice.

The muscles are shaking, so just replace them.

A second or two later, the muscles in Logan's calves had regenerated, and by this time he had limped into the town hall.

"Eric!"

Along the way of the fallen guards, Charles and Logan weaved between the corridors and the corridors, and they ran all the way up to the third floor to see Magneto's back.

Oh, that seems a bit inaccurate.

Because Magneto still has one person in his hands.

The earthy yellow uniform, the earthy yellow skin, and the sawdust on his face presumably came from the door next to Magneto, which was obviously smashed by violence.

"Eric!"

It's obviously a man, but at this time, it was a female voice coming out of his mouth.

A female voice that Charles is all too familiar with.

"Raven!"

Charles exclaimed, the force under his feet, the uneasiness that entrenched in his heart drove him to run as fast as he could.

"Eric, what are you doing?"

Charles yelled.