"Mom, there are people in the sky." The little girl holding her mother's hand in one hand and sucking and licking ice cream cone in the other hand pointed far away, and her parents looked in the direction of their fingers and immediately saw a group of people facing each other in the air.

"God, there really are." The mother screamed and hurriedly raised her phone to take pictures, but her husband stopped his wife.

"It's the new Magneto, he's surrounded by bad guys, let's get out of here." The husband said in a low voice, he was sensitively aware of the danger around him, so he picked up his daughter and dragged his wife, who turned back again and again, out of the place quickly.

At this moment, there were many people in the Bronx Park who showed the above anomaly, Eric was a star figure, and the red cloak on the opposite side was not unknown, and people quickly thought that this was an organized and premeditated revenge of a class criminal.

One by one, the mages harnessed their mana and ascended into the sky, surrounding the lone target in the center, and they listened to the words of the Supreme Mage, believing that they were eradicating evil.

"You're going to just sit here and watch them perform?" Far away in the academy, the professor asked the real Doctor Strange, and a ray of light was shooting out of the doctor's forehead and eye, reflecting the scene dozens of miles away in the dimly lit reading room.

"I also want to observe your successor again, if his ability is really as high as you estimate, I don't think he will be hit very hard." The doctor looked at Eric in the image with a blank face, and his eyes flashed with inexplicable affection.

Professor Xù is not unfamiliar with this kind of feeling, and its name is "vigilance".

Just a few months ago, the same sentiment had grown in the minds of the previous leaders of the Academy, and now he saw a familiar look in the eyes of his old friend.

Perhaps the same is true of the relationship between mutants and humans, where hostility arises because of strangeness, and the source of hostility is not even because of what they have done, but simply because of their differences.

With an inaudible sigh, the professor picked up his cup and slowly savored the bitterness of the charcoal-fired coffee.

"You think I'm targeting him on purpose?" The doctor heard this sigh and immediately guessed the mood of his old friend.

The professor makes a gesture asking for an explanation.

The doctor leaned back into the sand, slowly brushing the black mustache around his lips with his hand.

He noticed that Eric had been for a while, and at first he just felt a little novel, thinking that his old friend had found a descendant of Magneto, but slowly realized that Eric's background was not pure, and there was a power behind him that was different from this world, which was neither derived from the talent of mutants, nor the ability generated by magic or technology, but completely unfamiliar, and it was completely impossible to find any reason for the existence of Zài.

"I think you're overthinking, one of my kids, Babi, can do that." The professor was silent for a moment, believing that Stephen had a point, but that Eric's concerns were a little too harsh.

"You don't understand, Charles." The doctor said solemnly. "Your abilities come from talent, so there are a lot of potential clues that you won't pay attention to. For me, this is not the case – events lead to events, coincidences lead to change, life flows like dominoes, and probability leads to crises from small to severe. From a magician's point of view, in the final explanation, no matter how powerful magic is, its essence is only a change. There must be an effect, and when there is a correlation between cause and effect, the rarest possibility will also occur. The existence of your successor is proof of this, he has changed so much that I can no longer judge what the future will play out as I have in the past. ”

"Old friend, please note: you are making the same mistakes I made in the past. I can't control the world with my own will, and neither can you. When you try to pull things back into place with your own power, this corrective behavior itself is interference with the development of things. It won't be as calm as you might think, it will only lead to more chaos. Remembering the lessons of the past, the professor shook his head again and again.

"If we allow the danger to spread, what is the point of the existence of the Illuminati?" The doctor retorted in displeasure, but the professor quickly interrupted him.

"Before we discuss the meaning of the Illuminati, do you want to do something for your friends, I'm worried that they will fall from the sky before they can wait for your help." By the time the professor's voice rang out, the magicians were already in a state of collapse.

This time, Eric did not tolerate any more provocations, and when the mages appeared from all sides, he immediately detonated a large, covert magnetic storm.

The magnetic storm cost him a considerable amount of his strength, but at the same time he also gained valuable opportunities.

"I was impressed by your magic the last time we met, so this time I have a gift for you." Eric smiled at the red cloak at the back of the crowd, and his body flashed next to the blue-skinned Atlanteans in front of him.

Without any skill, a punch immediately knocked the panicked Atlanteans away.

With a terrifying crack of bones, the man's back slammed into a large tree, breaking the hard oak tree, and red blood gushing out of his mouth.

"He killed Rami." The rest of the mages screamed in panic, trying to manipulate the magic, but now the familiar spell failed, and the magnetic wave was like a gust of wind blowing away the clouds, artificially creating a vacuum in the area. Eric, of course, is inconvenient to use magnetic fields to attack opponents, but mages have more to lose, no powerful magic, and more than half of them are no different from ordinary people.

Before the mages could flee, another fierce blow followed, this time a tall, dark-skinned South Asian man in the way left his body forever, and as soon as he took out a strange-shaped knife from his body, Eric forcibly broke his bones, and the shattered bones and splatters of blood shot at the people next to him, causing their sanity and courage to disappear at the same time.

"Uh......", a mage fell limply, with the South Asian knife stuck in his chest, and the hilt of the knife still held a wrist-length broken arm, the blow just now not only made the enemy incapacitated, but also added a new record by the way.

"Don't be afraid, everyone leave this chaotic realm first and then join forces to attack." The man in the red cloak landed on the top of a spruce tree, shouting at this side from afar, he could already feel the fluctuations of mana a hundred and ten yards away still normal.

However, he was Eric's greatest target, how could he possibly let this most valuable Supreme Mage leave.

The mutant leader followed closely, and now only Doctor Strange's friends Todd and young Ian were by his side.

"Stephen go quickly, let me deal with him." Thord pushes away the imposter friend and takes on the enemy alone.

His magical roots are powerful telekinesis, so he is not as powerless as the others.

Rushing towards Sord, Eric flickered before appearing in a dimly lit crypt himself. A sarcophagus sits in the middle of an eerie underground space, flanked by a row of braziers flanked by blazing flames. Waves of heat poured out of the flames, and the blazing bright light grew stronger and stronger.

With a "squeak", the lid of the sarcophagus was pushed open from the inside, and a skinny zombie sat up.

"Without the support of magic, you think you can hide it from me?" Eric asked with a smile, not even interested in glancing at Thorder, and locked onto Stephen's magnetic field.

Just as they passed by, a piece of information rushed through his mind, and the professor came to Westchester with the real situation, telling him that the doctor strange in front of him was an impostor.

There was also another person's idea mixed in, nothing more than a request that he not harm the deceived mage, but Eric did not respond.

He had already warned in advance that he could let anyone who retreated among the mages go, but those who stood in the way must be punished.

Whether it was really a Supreme Mage or not, he summoned in his circle that he wanted to destroy the leader of the mutants, New Magneto, and soon someone came running over from all directions and responded happily, if his target was Old Magneto, would these daring guys dare to risk following him, what if the opponent was Professor Xavier?

Eric is willing to respect others, but at the same time, he needs to show enough awe on the part of these people, and when his fame is not strong enough among the able, respect can only be earned by showing strength.

Today is just the beginning, and the truth will tell the proud mages how they should get along with the truly powerful.

Ignoring the professor's pleas and Doctor Strange's warnings, he slapped it down, and the blood mist on Thord's body drifted away, and his entire head seemed to fall off, falling headlong into the ground in mid-air and never making a sound.

There was a roar of rage in his head, and Eric knew that he had offended the real Doctor Strange, but now that the culprit lay ahead, his value seemed to be greater.

According to what the professor just said, this is an alien visitor who has infiltrated from outside the sky to provoke a fight between the heroes of Earth, their name is the Skrull, and the doctor has not long ago appeared their kind in other places, several of them are trying to get close to the Fantastic Four, others are making waves everywhere, and their abilities can very well imitate the characteristics of the able, even the occult magic.

This talent is exactly what Eric needs, they are like a door to hidden treasures, and Dr. Trask must be very interested in them.

Just as the Doctor Imposter was about to escape the edge of the magnetic disturbance area, a hand reached from behind and firmly pressed his shoulder.

"I'd love to know how you did it, can you sue me?" Twisting the imposter's neck by force, Eric asked with interest. "If you don't speak, it's a tacit acquiescence, and you can contribute your body." r1152

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