The sandstorm of the sandmen was like a huge hurricane that could not be stopped, hitting those zombies. His sand was like an overwhelming storm, covering the zombies' field of vision, enveloping them.

In this sandstorm, the zombies were instantly covered in sand, as if they were swept up by a gust of wind. They danced and tried to break free from the sand, but the dust seemed to have some wonderful power that bound them in place and prevented them from leaving.

For a moment, the whole scene became chaotic and crazy. There was a terrible scream from the dust, and some zombies writhed wildly, trying to break free from the sand. However, they seem to be stuck in a state of inextrication, and the sand and dust are getting tighter and tighter.

Several sparks of energy explosions loomed in the dust, as if some mutant had tried to escape the storm, but they were eventually annihilated in the sand.

"Keep it up, they can't hold on for much longer."

Bai Ye looked at the scene in the distance, his face calm and cold, he was waiting for the sandman to complete this round of harvesting.

It didn't take long for the entire ruin to become silent for a moment, except for the whistling of sand and dust echoing in the air.

As the sandstorm gradually subsided, the scene gradually became clear, leaving a large number of white bone remains on the ground, which were formed by the zombies that had just been covered in sand, and they no longer existed, only the remains of the past.

In the midst of the wreckage, the sandman stood still, some gravel still remaining on his body. He smiled confidently, his eyes revealing a sense of confidence that came handy.

He looked around at his surroundings and admired his masterpiece, and his face couldn't help but show a look of pride in the power he had just shown.

"Haha, it seems that my ability is getting better and better!"

The sandman smiled happily as he glanced around and saw the lifeless bones on the ground, and instead of the slightest fear, he felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Magneto stared deeply at the white bones on the ground, his expression as if he was thinking about something. There was a deep indifference in his eyes, as if he was dismissive of these white bones, making it impossible to peek into what was going on in his heart.

Suddenly, he raised a large hand, as if to make a decision, and used magnetic force to pull the ruined building that had been suspended in the sky by him.

With the wave of his gesture, the magnetically manipulated ruins flew off into the distance and smashed to the ground. A rumbling sound resounded throughout the area, and soot and ash were blown up and scattered around.

"Alas"

After doing all this, Magneto stared at the white bones on the ground who could still rely on the clothing and accessories to discern their pre-birth identity, and the indifference in his eyes disappeared, and he was filled with some indescribable emotion.

Slowly, he lowered his head, his eyes glinting with indescribable sadness. Perhaps in this ruin, he saw more things, and also triggered something deep in his heart.

A gust of wind blew, blowing his purple cloak, causing his silver hair to flutter slightly. As he stared at the bones, he sighed quietly.

This lament may not have spread throughout the ruins, but it was enough for the two present to feel the fluctuations in Magneto's heart.

"You look like you have something on your mind." White Night turned to Magneto and said, his tone revealing a hint of concern.

He had probably guessed what the man in the purple helmet was thinking at the moment

Magneto turned to the white night, his face couldn't hide the worry and exhaustion, he wasn't a person who liked to show emotion. But in this chaotic ruins, the past and the present are intertwined, and the complex emotions in his heart can no longer be hidden.

"Yes, White Nights. All this reminds me of our former glory and the companions who are no longer there. His voice was heavy and sad.

He paused, as if pondering how to express his inner pain.

"Me and Charles, we had a dream, a dream to stop mutants from being discriminated against. There were a lot of disagreements and disputes between us about this, but now all of them are gone. ”

Magneto's words revealed an indescribable sense of loss. He reminisced about the sights, the struggles, and the years when mutants fought for a common belief.

"Watching this ruin, watching the place he worked so hard to protect turn into a wreck, I just felt extremely tired."

Eventually, he turned his gaze to the white night, with some hesitation, as if seeking a response or answer: "Is the disagreement between mutants and humans really worth it?" ”

Such doubts and hesitations were very obvious in his eyes, and it was clear that he had developed doubts about the beliefs and ideas he was pursuing.

White Night frowned deeply, as if thinking about Magneto's question, and then slowly shook his head.

"There is no answer to this kind of question."

I am telling the truth, the relationship between mutants and humans in each universe cannot be generalized, even if there are no more mutants or humans left on this earth now.

Magneto nodded silently, he was not surprised by Bai Ye's answer, and he was also excited about the question just now.

Now he has calmed down.

However, although there is no clear answer, this question may be enough for him to provoke deep introspection and reflection.

The zombie threat to Earth is being lifted step by step, and it may be time for him to think about the future fate of this small society.

You know, although there are no more zombie heroes left on the earth, there are still threats from alien planets or other dimensions, and they don't care if there is a group of man-eating monsters on the earth.

For the Kree Empire or the Skrulls, Earth itself is the best prize, and humans are just a dessert.

Magneto took a deep breath and said, "Okay. We"

"Hum—"

Suddenly, a silver streamer pierced the sky above the city, flashing like a meteor and attracting everyone's attention. This streamer is erratic and shimmers with a mysterious light that is impossible to ignore.

Magneto and the Sandman immediately raised their heads and stared at the silver streamer, unable to help but feel a wave of curiosity and vigilance. The city is already full of unpredictable factors, and they have to be vigilant.

They could vaguely catch a glimpse of what seemed to be a figure moving, and it seemed to be in a certain posture.

Either way, the guy doesn't seem to have any intention of keeping a low profile.

"What a coincidence."

White Night whispered, watching the trail of the silver streamer fall into the city, and then flew towards the place where the light fell, followed by Magneto and the Sandman who looked at each other.

(End of chapter)