Chapter 59: shadow clones Attack
After cleaning up the laboratory, the time had reached six in the evening.
It was the peak of rush hour.
The streets of New York were bustling with traffic.
The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the clouds in the sky a blood-red, foreshadowing the imminent arrival of night.
Peter and Gwen walked out of Osborn Tower side by side and arrived at the underground parking lot.
Uncle Ben's somewhat old Ford was parked quietly in the corner.
"You get in first."
Peter opened the passenger door for Gwen and said considerately.
"Okay."
Gwen nodded.
She carefully sat in the car, afraid that using too much force would pull the door off, so her movements were exceptionally gentle.
While Gwen was getting into the car,
During these few seconds when her line of sight was blocked,
Peter stood in the shadow behind the car, his gaze instantly becoming sharp.
"Come out."
As Peter thought, a portion of his physical strength was instantly drawn out.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Accompanied by five soft sounds of air displacement, five figures identical to Peter appeared out of thin air in the shadows.
Five shadow clones.
Each possessed the same consciousness as the main body, along with various skills and techniques.
They did not need communication, nor did they need a glance to signal.
Because they were Peter himself.
In that instant,
Five high-definition images spontaneously appeared in Peter's mind; those were the visual signals from the five clones.
His consciousness was forcibly torn into five parts, simultaneously controlling five new bodies.
This immense mental load,
was precisely why Peter had added points to the [Shadow Clone Jutsu].
If he didn't have sufficient attributes, just handling the spatial awareness from multiple perspectives would be enough to cause a brain crash.
"Go!"
Peter's main body gave the order in his mind.
The next second,
The shadow clones flashed, disappearing rapidly toward the parking lot exit like five black bats,
merging into the night that was about to fall.
Although shadow clones were relatively fragile and would disappear upon taking a heavy blow,
Peter was not sending them out for close-quarters combat this time, but for reconnaissance and long-range strikes.
The five shadow clones had only one mission.
Find Magneto's lair, confirm Councilman Kelly's location, and if possible, rescue him directly.
If not possible, then directly blow up that island.
...
Half an hour later.
Montauk Point, the easternmost tip of Long Island, New York.
This was the end of the land, where huge waves crashed against the reefs, emitting a deafening roar.
The sea wind was biting, mixed with a salty, fishy smell.
By this time, the sky had completely darkened.
Below the unnoticed cliff, five figures stood quietly on the slippery reefs.
They were Peter's five shadow clones.
For ease of movement, they had all changed into the classic red and blue Spider-Suit.
Under night vision mode,
The distant, pitch-black Atlantic Ocean appeared unfathomable.
"This is already the furthest east point of New York."
Peter constructed a map in his mind.
"According to the intelligence Coulson provided, the Brotherhood of Mutants' lair is on some isolated island in this sea area."
"But the intelligence is too vague. It seems I still need to investigate personally."
Peter controlled the five clones, simultaneously raising their wrists. The mark connecting to the system space lit up slightly.
Following a wave of spatial fluctuation,
Five menacingly shaped flying devices appeared out of thin air in the mid-air, hovering over the sea surface.
They were individual aerial vehicles made of dark green metal.
Their exterior resembled a bat with spread wings, equipped with miniature missile pods and machine gun ports on both sides, and their tail jet engines emitted a faint blue light.
["Item: green goblin glider - Mass Production Model"]
This was the individual aerial vehicle that Osborn Industries prided itself on.
Although the task of conquering the Osborn Family's genetic defect was only a tiny bit from complete success,
But other supporting equipment for the Green Goblin,
such as the Green Goblin Armor, Green Goblin aircraft, and pumpkin bombs, these weapons and equipment had long been fully developed!
Moreover, as long as the funds were available, large-scale mass production could be realized at any time.
Therefore,
Peter, as a consultant for Osborn Industries,
had also stored quite a few powerful pieces of weaponry in his system space.
The five clones jumped onto the gliders in unison, their feet stepping onto the magnetic pedals, their bodies leaning slightly forward.
Immediately after,
The shadow clones transformed into five streaks of light, flying rapidly toward different directions along the coastline.
According to the intelligence provided by S.H.I.E.L.D.,
The Brotherhood of Mutants' lair should be on an unknown island near the East Coast.
It was just a pity that,
Even S.H.I.E.L.D., being so powerful, could not determine the exact location of that island in a short time.
S.H.I.E.L.D. speculated,
that island should be relatively close to the U.S. capital, Washington.
This way,
it would be convenient for that ambitious fellow Magnetoto implement his evil plan and directly attack the political center.
But Peter held a certain degree of doubt about this.
"The specific location of Magneto's lair..."
Peter's main body drove the car, taking Gwen home,
while simultaneously diverting some energy to recall the plot details of 'X-Men 1'.
Councilman Kelly, who was kidnapped,
escaped from a cliff after being transformed into a Mutant, utilizing his body's ability to liquefy.
He fell into the sea,
then drifted with the current and was eventually found on the beach.
After Kelly escaped, he went directly to Westchester County in New York State.
He found the X-Mansion and sought help from the X-Men.
More importantly,
Magneto's final plan was to place that radiation machine on the torch of the Statue of Liberty,
thereby irradiating the heads of state from various countries holding a summit on Ellis Island.
This also happened in New York City.
Therefore, Peter deduced that Magneto's secret lair should be closer to New York City.
Its approximate location,
should be in the vast sea area between New York and Washington.
"Although that old guy is arrogant, he is an efficient person. He would never build his Base too far from the target. Transporting machinery that far would be too troublesome."
"So, the Base must be somewhere on the outer sea of Long Island, or on some hidden reef island near the coast of New Jersey."
After completing his deduction,
Peter locked onto five search sectors.
"Boom—!"
Five streams of scorching afterburners cut across the sea surface as the shadow clones scattered in a fan shape toward different directions.
As long as they traced backward against the ocean current, combined with a carpet search,
finding the island where Magneto was hiding was only a matter of time.
...
The night was deep.
The surface of the Atlantic Ocean was like a huge piece of black silk satin.
Only when the moonlight occasionally pierced through the clouds would it reflect a glimmer of cold light.
At a low altitude of about twenty meters above the sea surface, dark green streams of light were tearing through the air at an astonishing speed.
"Boom—"
That was the shock wave generated when the sound barrier was broken.
The engine thrust of the green goblin glider was enough to make the pilot experience the G-forces of a fighter jet.
If it were an ordinary person, flying supersonically in such an unprotected, exposed state,
their internal organs would probably have been blown apart by the fierce wind, causing suffocation and death.
But for Peter's shadow clones, this was not an issue at all.
Although shadow clones had the fatal weakness of being fragile and would disappear upon suffering substantial impact,
the wind pressure generated by high-speed flight
could only be considered minor 'environmental pressure' and did not count as 'attack damage'.
Even for Peter's shadow clones, supersonic speed was just a joyride.
Chapter 60: The Brotherhood's Island
"Found it."
Clone No. 1, scouting at the very front, saw a massive, irregular shadow appear in his field of vision.
That was not the reflection of a cloud, nor was it a mirage.
In the vast ocean,
a solitary island lay quietly amidst the waves, like a slumbering giant beast.
Peter quickly activated the map data through his battle suit for comparison.
"No record," he thought, a flicker of realization crossing his mind.
"At this coordinate, both civilian sea charts and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s satellite maps show nothing but open ocean."
"Clearly, this island has been shielded by some means, or it only'surfaced' recently."
For Magneto, who possessed the ability to control magnetic fields,
hiding an island on the sea or interfering with surrounding electronic signals was easier than eating or drinking.
"All units go silent, activate stealth mode."
Peter's consciousness issued the command.
The five clones simultaneously operated the control panels on their wrists.
The coating on the surface of the green goblin gliderinstantly changed color, blending into the night.
The engine nozzles also switched to a quiet cruising mode with low infrared characteristics.
At the same time,
the Spider-Suit on Peter's body activated its optical camouflage.
In that instant,
the five high-speed moving targets seemed to evaporate into thin air.
Aside from the faint airflow stirred up by their passage, no trace could be seen in the night sky.
"Send one down first to scout, the others will circle and stand by here."
Peter cautiously chose his tactic.
Although the shadow clones were expendable, it would be too humiliating if they were wiped out immediately upon landing by Magneto.
Thus,
Clone No. 1 broke away from the formation, slowed down, and silently glided towards the edge of the island like a piece of black feather.
...
The island wasn't large, but the terrain was very complex.
It was covered in jagged, strange rocks and dense bushes, clearly an uninhabited place.
Clone No. 1 selected a small grove near the coast as the landing spot.
"Click."
The glider's landing gear lightly touched the ground, making almost no sound.
Peter quickly jumped off the aircraft and, with a wave of his hand, stored the expensive equipment into his system space.
He crouched on a tree branch,
and without rushing to move, he raised his left hand.
"Activate wide-area life detection scan."
The miniature radar on his wrist began to operate, releasing waves of invisible, high-frequency sonar and bio-inductive pulses.
[Scan Range: 5 Kilometer Radius]
[Building Terrain Model...]
[Marking Life Signs...]
A few seconds later,
on Peter's retinal projection, the originally pitch-black map instantly lit up with countless dense red dots.
"Whoa, the ecosystem on this island is quite rich,"
Peter looked at the red dots with some helplessness.
These red dots represented all living things, including seabirds, rats, snakes, and even schools of fish in the sea.
"System, filter out non-humanoid life forms. Screening criteria: weight over 50 kilograms, possessing humanoid skeletal structure and thermal energy response."
The command was issued.
99% of the red dots on the screen instantly disappeared.
Finally,
only an area not far ahead still showed more than a dozen stable red signal sources.
"Found them."
Peter's gaze sharpened. The area where the signal sources were gathered clearly showed the outline of artificial structures.
"Not many, about fifteen to twenty people. It seems this is just one of the Brotherhood's strongholds."
Peter had a clear idea in his mind.
Relying on his extraordinary sense of balance and adhesion, he moved silently through the treetops like a real spider.
His movements were extremely light, landing without a sound.
Even the owl perched on a branch didn't notice someone sweeping past it.
Soon,
Peter passed through the forest, and the view before him suddenly opened up.
In the center of the island,
stood a building with a somewhat peculiar design. It wasn't a skyscraper or a military bunker.
It looked like a semi-underground shelter temporarily pieced together from heavy concrete and steel plates.
The walls were rough and unpainted,
retaining the original gray color of the cement, exuding a sense of "pragmatism."
Around the building,
no obvious surveillance cameras or infrared fences were visible.
"That makes sense. With Magneto here, any electronic security equipment is superfluous. He himself is the strongest human radar."
Peter thought to himself.
However,
this also gave him an opportunity.
As long as he didn't carry any metal weapons and relied solely on his physical body to infiltrate, he shouldn't be easily discovered.
Peter maintained his invisibility,
clinging silently to the exterior wall of the building like a gecko.
He pressed his ear against the rough concrete wall, activating his super hearing.
Through the thick walls,
the faint conversations inside clearly reached his ears.
"...The humidity in this damned place is too heavy; my joints are aching."
A rough male voice complained.
"How much longer does Magneto expect us to stay on this broken island? I miss the bars and strippers in New York."
"Shut up, Toad."
Another voice sounded, calmer and even carrying a hint of fanaticism.
"This is for the great cause. As long as Magneto's plan succeeds, the entire New York... no, the entire World will be ours."
"You can go wherever you want then. Humans will only kneel at our feet."
"I know, I know."
The Mutant called 'Toad' continued, his tone laced with suspicion.
"But... turning humans into Mutants? This machine sounds too much like a pipe dream, doesn't it?"
"Even if it's Magneto, I still think this is a bit far-fetched. Genes are innate; how can they change just by being exposed to radiation?"
"What do you know?"
A third voice joined the conversation, sounding somewhat aged.
"That is the power of evolution. Magneto has already mastered the key to unlocking the gene lock. Councilman Kelly is the best proof."
"If that machine can really turn the heads of state from various countries into our kind, then the 'MutantRegistration Act' will become a useless piece of paper."
"Just imagine, when the President of the United Statesalso becomes a Mutant with a tail or the ability to breathe fire, will they still discriminate against us?"
Hearing this,
Peter, pressed against the outside wall, curved his lips into a slight smile.
"It really is here."
The information contained in these conversations confirmed that this was indeed a lair of the Brotherhood of Mutants.
And the machine capable of turning humans into Mutants truly existed.
"Too bad that machine is a defective product,"
Peter thought to himself.
"Although the concept is advanced, Magneto is not a professional biologist after all."
"He forcibly induced mutation using radiation, and the result was gene collapse. That Councilman Kelly ended up turning into a puddle of Water, dying a gruesome death."
However, this did not stop Peter from being interested in this technology.
"Just because Magneto can't do it doesn't mean I can't,"
A hint of greed flashed in Peter's eyes.
"If I could get that machine, combine it with my current gene technology and Osborn's resources..."
"Perhaps I can actually improve a stable version of the 'Mutant Conversion Device'."
This was strategic black technology!
And besides the machine, Peter was even more interested in the people here.
One must know,
every Mutant possesses unique X-genes and a bewildering variety of superpowers.
"The red dots here show more than a dozen people, meaning besides the few who were just speaking, there should be quite a few other Mutants."
This was practically a mobile gene treasure trove.
Especially Magneto, whose presence made Peter's breathing quicken slightly.
Chapter 61: Infiltrating the Mutant Base
Magneto Erik Lensherr.
This name, in the Marvel Universe, represents one of the pinnacles of power.
Many people think that he can simply control metal, like a giant magnet.
Wrong, completely wrong.
As a top student possessing the soul of a transmigrator, Peter knew the true nature of Magneto's abilities—magnetic field control.
This is the materialization of electromagnetism, one of the four fundamental forces of the Universe.
If the ability is developed to its extreme, it's not just about crushing a few tanks.
He can manipulate the trace amounts of iron in human blood to instantly cause cerebral hemorrhage or stop the heart;
He can control biological electrical signals, physically severing nerve conduction, or directly read and even modify the brain's electromagnetic waves;
He can use electromagnetism to distort light rays, achieving invisibility;
He can even manually create an electromagnetic cannon or generate an absolute defensive electromagnetic field that can block even a nuclear bomb.
Furthermore.
The application of electromagnetism also includes superconducting technology and the confinement for controlled nuclear fusion, just like what Dr. Otto does, but Magneto can do it barehanded.
He can even interfere with the Earth's magnetic field, causing geological disasters.
"If I could obtain Magneto's X-Gene..."
Peter swallowed.
"Combined with my research capabilities, I might be able to directly develop a room-temperature superconducting material, allowing Earth's energy technology to iterate and upgrade."
Thinking of this.
Peter could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart.
"Since I'm already here, it would be rude not to pay a visit."
He glanced at the thick concrete wall in front of him.
"Although there's no door, that's not a problem for me."
Peter's stamina was mobilized again.
"Fraud Magic—Activate!"
"Buzz—"
The rules of space were distorted at this moment, and Peter's figure instantly vanished outside the wall.
Accompanied by a burst of orange smoke.
He passed directly through the several-inch-thick concrete and appeared on the other side of the wall.
Landing silently.
This was a dimly lit interior corridor.
Just as he saw from the outside, the interior decoration style was extremely simple, even wild.
The floor was bare cement.
A few dim light bulbs hung on the walls, and the air was filled with a damp, musty smell mixed with a faint scent of cigar smoke.
Not far ahead.
Three figures were walking away with their backs to him, chatting as they went.
Judging by their silhouettes.
One short, slightly hunched figure whose walking posture resembled a frog's.
Should be the "Toad" who was speaking just now.
As for the other two.
They looked like ordinary Brotherhood thugs, the kind of cannon fodder not even worthy of having names.
"This is my breakthrough point."
Peter maintained his invisibility, like a ghost, silently following the three.
He wasn't in a hurry to make a move.
The shadow clone here was just a scout.
Before figuring out the exact locations of Magneto, Mystique, and Sabretooth, the core combat strength.
Making a rash move would be unwise.
"Follow them first, map out the Base's structure, find where Councilman Kelly is being held, and the location of that machine."
As Peter tracked them, he sent coordinate signals through the consciousness network to the other four clones in the sky.
"Everyone, targets confirmed."
"Descend, surround, prepare for a surprise attack."
...
In the night sky.
The four shadow clones, which had been circling and waiting, received the command.
They didn't hesitate at all.
They immediately lowered their nose cones, and the four green goblin gliders silently descended toward the four corners of the island like four diving falcons.
Clone Number 2 landed near the Base's ventilation shaft, preparing to breach from above;
Clone Number 3 lurked in the bushes outside the main entrance, setting up a pre-prepared Gauss Rifle, naturally a custom-made non-metallic version;
Clone Number 4 and 5 set up various sensor traps and explosives in the vicinity, to provide cover fire in case a retreat was necessary.
A net targeting the Brotherhood of Mutants was quietly tightening over this nameless island.
At this moment.
The Toad in the corridor suddenly stopped walking.
His long, lizard-like tongue subconsciously licked his lips.
His bulging eyes turned back suspiciously.
"What's wrong?" his companion beside him asked.
"I don't know..."
The Toad wrinkled his nose; it was his Beast-like intuition giving a warning.
"I keep feeling like something is following us. Like... a spider."
"Ha? This whole damn island is full of spiders, what's there to be afraid of."
The companion mocked.
The Toad scratched his head, thinking he might just be overthinking it, and turned to continue walking.
Little did he know.
Less than two meters behind him, a transparent figure in a red and blue battlesuit was silently staring at him.
"Quite sharp senses, little Toad," Peter sneered internally, "Too bad you ran into a real hunter."
"All units in position, activate multi-scan mode."
Following the order from Peter's main consciousness.
The five clones simultaneously pressed the scan button on their wristbands and activated the X-ray function on their battle suit visors.
"Buzz—"
Five invisible beams pierced through the rough concrete structure from different angles.
Like five surgical scalpels, they instantly dissected the underground structure of the island with perfect clarity.
In Peter's vision.
The originally pitch-black building instantly became transparent.
Walls, floors, ventilation ducts, and even the deep underground pipelines were all displayed in the form of a 3D wireframe.
And within these lines.
Several glaring red heat source signals were particularly conspicuous.
"Found them."
Peter quickly locked onto several key targets.
In a spacious command room on the second underground level, two high-energy reaction sources were gathered.
One had an intense magnetic field reaction, and the surrounding air seemed to slightly warp due to the force field.
That was Magneto.
Beside him was a woman with a graceful figure, but whose surface temperature was slightly below normal.
That was Mystique.
The two seemed to be discussing something, most likely planning how to create big news at the United Nations Summit.
And at the end of the corridor on the first underground level.
A burly figure, hunched over like a Beast.
He was sitting alone in a room, occasionally sharpening his sharp claws, exuding an unsettling, violent aura.
That was Sabretooth.
Besides these famous characters, there were several second-tier villains like the Toad they just saw, distributed in various locations.
"Structure scan complete, targets confirmed."
"Action commencing."
Clone Number 1, responsible for the rescue mission, ignored the Toad still wandering in the corridor.
He took a deep breath.
The stamina within his body instantly transformed into a mysterious rule-based power.
"Fraud Magic—Continuous Activation!"
"Whoosh!"
His figure vanished on the spot, piercing through the concrete floor beneath his feet.
First level, second level, third level.
Each teleportation consumed a portion of the clone's stamina.
But for Peter, with his robust physique, the consumption from passing through these few walls was entirely within an acceptable range.
Finally.
The view darkened, immediately followed by the damp, salty sea breeze hitting his face.
Clone Number 1 landed steadily in the prison area on the lowest level of the Base.
Chapter 62: Prison Break
This was a crude stone cell, one could even call it 'pristine'.
There were no high-tech electronic locks, only thick iron bars and cold rock.
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The most striking feature was this:
One wall of the cell was a large opening carved directly into the sea cliff, blocked only by a few thick iron railings.
Looking out, one saw the endless, dark, and deep expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. Waves crashed against the reefs below, kicking up spray several meters high.
"This Magneto really has a flair for the dramatic, giving his captives an ocean-view room."
Peter maintained his invisibility.
His gaze fell upon the figure in the center of the cell.
It was a middle-aged fat man wearing an expensive suit, but currently soaking wet and utterly miserable.
Senator Robert Kelly.
At this moment,
Senator Kelly's condition was extremely bizarre.
He was gripping the iron bars of the window tightly, his body taking on a translucent, gelatinous appearance under the moonlight.
He was trembling.
But he wasn't crying; he was... melting.
Yes, melting.
Because he was forcibly modified by an imperfect gene converter, the gene chain within Kelly had been shattered and reorganized.
He had gained an ability similar to a jellyfish or a slime—bodily liquefaction.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Senator Kelly gritted his teeth.
Trying to squeeze his jelly-like body through the narrow gap between two iron bars.
Half of his shoulder had already turned semi-fluid, hanging outside the bars like a pile of mud.
He was attempting a jailbreak.
But this was not just a jailbreak; it was suicide.
Due to a genetic defect, Councilman Kelly's liquefaction was uncontrollable and unstable.
Although he appeared alive now,
Peter knew that without professional gene stabilization treatment, this was equivalent to draining his life force.
Once his cells collapsed,
He would completely turn into a pool of stagnant water, unable to ever resume human form.
"Hey, fatty."
Peter remained invisible, leaning against a corner, and suddenly spoke, his voice echoing in the empty cell.
"Jumping off a cliff this late at night is dangerous, and in your current state, falling into the Water would probably mean dissolving completely."
"If you want to leave here, I can give you a more comfortable ride."
"Who?!"
The sudden voice terrified Senator Kelly out of his wits.
His body, already half-liquefied, shuddered violently, and like a startled jelly, instantly snapped back.
Re-coalescing into his miserable human shape.
"Don't misunderstand! I wasn't thinking of escaping! I was just... just looking at the scenery!"
Kelly frantically raised his hands in defense, his voice trembling like a fallen leaf in the wind.
He thought the guards from the Brotherhood of Mutantshad arrived.
After all,
On this isolated island, who else could it be besides those monsters?
However,
When he turned around in terror and looked around with wide eyes, he found no one behind him.
Only cold stone walls and dark corners.
"Where is the person?"
Kelly froze, his eyes filled with suspicion, even carrying a trace of desperate madness.
"Did I hallucinate because I was kidnapped and then subjected to radiation modification? Did I mishear?"
"Oh God, am I going crazy..."
Just as Kelly thought his mind was breaking,
"You aren't crazy, and I'm not a hallucination."
An orange-red ripple spread through the air as Peterdeactivated the invisibility effects of [Optical Camouflage] and [Fraud Magic].
The iconic red and blue Spider-Man suit slowly materialized under the moonlight.
He crossed his arms, tilting his head.
The white lenses were particularly conspicuous in the darkness.
"Spider-Man?!"
Senator Kelly rubbed his eyes hard, his eyeballs nearly popping out, followed immediately by ecstatic joy.
"It really is Spider-Man! My goodness! How are you here? Are you here to save me?"
On this desolate island,
Seeing the figure of New York's famous superhero was even more welcome than seeing his own father.
"Of course."
Peter shrugged, saying casually,
"I took a mission from a balding old man at S.H.I.E.L.D.Someone doesn't want you to die here, so I came."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.... Thank heavens, the government hasn't given up on me."
Kelly was moved to tears.
"Alright, save the emotional speeches for later. Let's go, I'll get you out of here."
Peter walked to the cell door.
It was an iron gate welded from several solid steel columns five centimeters in diameter.
Extremely sturdy, it couldn't be opened without a key.
Seeing this, Councilman Kelly quickly reminded him:
"Be careful! This door is locked! The key is with that monster named Toad. We need..."
"Key?"
Peter chuckled lightly.
"Good neighbors never look for keys; we only take shortcuts."
Before the words even finished,
Peter extended both hands and grabbed two thick steel columns.
If this were a few months ago, right after he got bitten, Peter might have needed to exert a little effort.
But now?
After several upgrades and skill point allocations, combined with the stacking of numerous mission rewards,
At this moment,
Peter's [Strength] attribute on his panel had broken through the terrifying threshold of 900 points.
Approaching a Strength attribute of one thousand!
Converted into destructive power, his normal burst strength was now solidly above 100 tons.
What did this mean?
This was already the threshold for the 'Hundred-Ton King Tier' powerhouses in the Marvel Universe, the entry ticket for the echelon containing Hulk and Thor.
In comparison,
Gwen's arm strength of 25 tons, even after her recent enhancement, was like that of a kindergarten child in front of Peter.
"Open for me."
Peter simply pulled his arms slightly apart.
"Screeeech!!!"
The seemingly indestructible solid steel columns were like soft, cooked noodles in Peter's hands.
Accompanied by the groaning of metal,
They were easily bent and twisted to both sides, eventually forming a large opening sufficient for an adult to pass through.
The entire process was fluid, and Peter didn't even break a sweat.
"This..."
Senator Kelly's mouth hung wide open, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
He knew Spider-Man was strong, but he never expected him to be this strong! These were solid steel columns!
Was this guy a hydraulic press in human skin?
"Stop spacing out and hurry up and get out."
Peter beckoned.
Kelly snapped back to reality, scrambling out and standing beside Peter, still somewhat shaken:
"Th-Thank you... But Spider-Man, how are we going to escape from here?"
He pointed above his head.
"This entire island is full of Mutants; they are all monsters with superpowers! Especially that old man named Magneto, he can control metal!"
"And this is a deserted island, surrounded by the ocean..."
"Don't worry."
Peter patted his chest. Although covered by the suit, one could still feel the immense confidence.
"I am the omnipotent Spider-Man. Flying you back is a small matter."
"However..."
Peter changed the subject.
Looking through his X-ray vision at the ceiling above,
"We need to wait a moment. The next scene might be a bit exciting, but don't be nervous, we'll reach New York soon."
Chapter 63: The Mutant Transformer is Acquired
Wait a minute? Wait for what?" Senator Kelly was both excited and confused.
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Peter smiled slightly, not directly explaining.
The reason was actually very simple.
The green goblin glider was a piece of high-tech equipment, an aircraft containing many metallic components.
If Peter were to take out the glider right now and fly Senator Kelly away.
What if Magneto noticed?
He would only need to move his fingers slightly, and the two of them, along with the glider, would become a crushed tin can, crashing on the spot.
Playing with a metal vehicle in front of the master of the magnetic field was actively courting death.
Therefore,
He had to first divert Magneto's attention.
"Shh—Listen."
Peter held up a finger, placing it over the mouth area of his mask, "Countdown, three, two, one."
The moment Peter finished counting down.
"Boom!!!"
A world-shattering, deafening explosion erupted overhead without any warning.
The entire isolated island,
Seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant hand.
Senator Kelly felt his legs go weak and nearly fell to the ground.
Dust rained down from the ceiling of the cell, and even those few bent steel pillars were trembling.
"What's going on?! Is it an earthquake?!" Senator Kellyexclaimed in terror.
"No, it's not an earthquake."
Peter steadied him, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "It's my… hmm, friends starting to get to work."
...
At this moment,
The surface part of the island had descended into complete chaos.
It was the two shadow clones that had previously infiltrated the exterior, responsible for setting up traps, finally making their move.
"Let me add some spice for you!"
The two shadow clones stood at a high vantage point, each holding two glowing green pumpkin-like orbs—pumpkin bombs.
"Go!"
With a flick of the wrist.
The four pumpkin bombs streaked across the night sky like meteors, plunging into the Base and smashing into critical load-bearing walls.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The chain of explosions instantly engulfed half the Base.
The plasma shockwaves from the pumpkin bombs instantly blasted the sturdy concrete walls into dust.
Flames soared into the sky, illuminating half the night.
The alarm inside the Base blared shrilly.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"What the heck exploded?!"
The Mutants fell into disarray, and Toad was so scared he leaped directly onto the ceiling.
Sabretooth, who had been spacing out, let out an angry roar and charged toward the source of the explosion.
Even Magneto, who had been sitting calmly, was startled by the sudden violent shaking.
He abruptly stood up from his chair.
The surrounding metal objects instantly floated into the air, forming a defensive net.
"Who is it?!"
Magneto's face darkened as he sensed the magnetic field outside: "This kind of explosion doesn't look like military missiles."
This was exactly what Peter wanted—chaos.
When everyone's attention was drawn to the explosions and firelight, no one would notice the prison cell underground.
And right in the midst of this chaos,
The other two shadow clones were also acting in synchronization.
The sniper clone, hidden in the grass, was lying prone behind a rock, his Gauss Rifle cocked and ready.
This gun
Was specifically prepared by Peter to deal with Magneto.
The body of the gun was made of high-strength carbon fiber and special ceramics, and the bullets were also specially made ceramic armor-piercing rounds.
They were difficult to affect with magnetic force.
He was preparing to see if he could take out a few named plot villains amidst the confusion.
Peter had not forgotten.
He still had a mission called 'The Righteous Enforcer'.
For every plot villain he killed, he would receive a skill point as a reward.
And among the members of the Brotherhood of Mutants, quite a few were heinous major villains!
"I won't count on sniping Magneto, but others should be completely possible."
Clone Number 3 calmly adjusted the scope.
He centered the crosshairs on a Mutant who was running around in a panic.
It was Toad; although he was a weakling,
Even a mosquito was still meat. As a named plot villain, killing him would still yield a skill point.
"Sorry, little Toad, I'll borrow your head for a moment."
"Pfft!"
With an extremely faint muffled sound, the ceramic bullet shot out at several times the speed of sound, piercing the panicked Toad.
Toad, Mortimer Toad, was a veteran member of the Brotherhood.
His mutation was not just a long tongue and strong jumping ability.
His skin was covered in mucus, and his muscle density was several times that of a normal person.
In past battles,
Even when shot by police Glock pistols or even MP5 submachine guns,
The bullets would often get stuck in his tough muscles or even be directly repelled by his slick skin, only causing minor injuries.
However,
He encountered a dimensional reduction strike born from the wisdom of Osborn Industries and Peter Parker.
"Pfft—Boom!"
The special ceramic armor-piercing round exited the barrel at eight times the speed of sound.
Toad's vaunted mutated skin and muscle defense were practically non-existent against that terrifying kinetic energy.
The moment the bullet contacted his chest,
The immense kinetic energy was transferred to every inch of his internal muscles.
Toad's upper body instantly exploded like a water-filled watermelon struck by a sledgehammer.
He didn't even feel pain.
Everything above his chest disappeared, leaving only two twitching strong legs behind.
Instant kill.
[Kill Confirmed! Skill Point * 1 Obtained]
...
Simultaneously,
The shadow clone responsible for the 'Free Loot' had already charged into the Base's laboratory as if entering an uninhabited area.
Taking advantage of the wall collapse caused by the explosion,
He used Fraud Magic to phase through the wall like a ghost, drilling into the core area that Magneto forbade outsiders from entering.
Peter didn't hesitate in the slightest,
Nor did he search around like a headless fly; instead, he rushed straight toward the deepest isolation door.
Long before the operation began,
When the five clones jointly activated the scan, Peter had already locked onto two important targets.
One was Councilman Kelly underground.
The other,
Was the Mutant Transformation Radiator located in the core area of the first basement level, which was crucial to Magneto's plan.
"Found it, this is it."
Peter looked at the machine before him, resembling a metallic flower bud, and nodded with satisfaction.
He had locked onto this thing's location long ago.
"Magneto hid the thing quite deep, but in front of the X-ray Vision cheat, all cover is just air."
At this moment,
The laboratory was empty; the guards had all run off to fight the fire.
Peter unceremoniously reached out and placed his hand on the machine that embodied countless efforts from Magneto.
"Got it without any effort, take it!"
The shadow clone shared the system space with the main body.
With a thought,
The massive machine, weighing several tons, instantly vanished into thin air, leaving not even a single screw behind.
It only left a few deep indentations on the ground.
"Done."
Peter turned and ran, leaving behind a delayed-detonation pumpkin bomb as a 'thank you gift'.
...
In the dungeon,
This shadow clone of Peter confirmed that the chaos outside had erupted.
Through his X-ray Vision, he could see:
Magneto was frantically rushing toward the other shadow clones, completely unable to attend to Senator Kelly's situation.
"The time has come."
Peter glanced at the seascape window facing the sea, which only had a few iron bars.
"Let's just leave through the window."
He walked up to the damp rock wall and instantly channeled nearly a thousand points of Strength attribute into his right arm.
Peter then crudely and violently punched the rock wall at the edge of the window.
Chapter 64: Magneto Arrives
"BOOM!!!"
With a loud crash, gravel scattered.
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The originally narrow window frame, along with the two-meter square of hard rock wall surrounding it,
was directly blasted open by this punch, instantly creating a huge opening through which the salty sea breeze rushed in.
"Aaaah!"
Councilman Kelly looked at the pitch-black cliff outside and the surging waves below, so terrified his legs went weak.
"Jumping down from here will kill us!"
"Who said we are jumping?"
Peter's lips curled slightly, and the spatial imprint on his wrist flashed.
A menacingly designed green goblin glider appeared out of thin air, hovering outside the opening.
"I didn't use it before because I was afraid Magneto would notice. Now that he's preoccupied, this thing is the best escape boat."
Peter grabbed Councilman Kelly in one swift motion.
He jumped onto the glider, his feet sticking to the footrests.
"Hold on tight. We're going to fly close to the sea surface; you might get motion sick!"
"Whoosh—"
Tail flames jetted out.
The green goblin glider, carrying the two men, shot out of the cliff like an arrow loosed from a bow.
At the very moment they were about to plunge into the sea, it violently pulled up.
Skimming just above the crests of the turbulent waves, it sped away into the dark depths far from the island at an astonishing velocity.
Covered by the sound of the waves, and with Magnetodistracted by his other clones,
no one actually noticed that this metal flying machine was escaping with their hostage.
...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The night sky above the island Base was dyed crimson by the firelight, and the sounds of alarms and explosions intertwined into a chaotic symphony.
Except for the Toad who had his head blown off by a single shot from a shadow clone earlier,
the Mutant underlings who had frantically poured out of the exit were entering the darkest moment of their lives.
Peter was not only a warrior with hundred-ton strength but also a master of traps.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
A Mutant with skin hardening abilities,
had just rushed out of the main gate when his feet tripped over an extremely thin, almost invisible nano-web.
Immediately after.
A pumpkin bomb hidden in the grass instantly detonated, and plasma flames engulfed him.
Even if his skin could block bullets,
it couldn't block this level of high temperature capable of melting a tank.
He didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a charred object and was blasted into the sky.
Similar scenes were unfolding in every corner of the Base.
"Tsk, what a pity."
The shadow clone, busy throwing bombs and creating chaos, shook his head with a hint of regret as he looked at the mess.
On his retina, the system's mission panel remained motionless.
[Long-term Mission: Envoy of Justice]
[Current Status: Kill confirmation not triggered (Target is not a plot villain / too low in recognition)]
"Although these guys also have superpowers, in the system's judgment, they don't even deserve a name. They are purely cannon fodder,"
Peter thought to himself.
"Killing them yields no reward; it's practically a waste of my pumpkin bombs."
However, Peter quickly adjusted his mindset.
"Every mosquito is still meat. Even if there are no skill points, their corpses themselves are valuable resources."
He stopped the attack.
He took out several body bags from the system space, the special edition for Osborn Biological Laboratory.
"This guy who can spit fire, and that one who can fly, feel like excellent research materials..."
Peter, like a diligent farmer harvesting crops in a bountiful field,
swiftly gathered several relatively intact Mutant corpses into the system space.
This scene,
if seen by a superhero, would surely cause them to drop their jaws in shock.
Spider-Man?
The legendary "Friendly Neighborhood"? Publicly scavenging corpses on the battlefield?
This style was even more villainous than a villain!
And this scene was exactly what a certain important figure, who had just arrived, witnessed.
"Whoom—!!!"
A terrifying magnetic field fluctuation descended without warning, as if the gravity in the air had increased several times in that instant.
All the surrounding metal debris, shell casings, and even the steel rebar within the buildings vibrated violently.
Emitting a teeth-grinding screech.
Peter's Spider-Sense instantly went into frantic alarm; the needle-prick sensation was stronger than any time before.
He abruptly looked up.
He saw a majestic figure suspended in mid-air under the moonlight.
He was wearing a set of purple-red metallic armor, and his large red cape flapped loudly in the magnetic airflow.
And on his head,
he wore that iconic dark red metal helmet capable of blocking all psychic intrusion.
Magneto.
At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot and wide with rage, the anger almost manifesting as tangible flames ready to erupt.
What did he see?
He saw corpses of his brethren scattered everywhere.
What was even more unbearable was that the guy in the red and blue suit was actually treating the corpses of his brethren like laboratory mice,
packaging them up and carrying them away!
This sight
instantly pierced the most sensitive and painful nerve deep within Magneto's heart.
It was his childhood trauma from the Nazi concentration camps.
It was the arrogance and cruelty of those scientists who viewed Mutants as "material" rather than human beings.
"Damn you, Spider-Man!!!"
Magneto let out a thunderous roar, the killing intent contained in his voice making the surrounding air seem to freeze.
"How dare you desecrate us Mutants! What do you take us for?! Specimens?!"
"Since you desire the bodies of Mutants, then I will crush you into meat paste to accompany them in death!"
Following his roar.
Dozens of silver-white metal spheres suspended beside him instantly moved.
Those were the weapons Magneto carried with him.
Each one was forged from high-density special alloy, with a diameter of five centimeters, heavy and hard.
"Die!"
Magneto waved his large hand.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Accelerated by the powerful electromagnetic force, those metal spheres instantly broke the sound barrier.
This was not simple throwing; this was an electromagnetic railgun!
Each metal sphere carried terrifying kinetic energy, moving so fast that they left a visible white shockwave in the air.
This destructive power was in no way inferior to a large-caliber anti-material sniper rifle.
"Holy crap..."
Clone No. 2, who was picking up spoils, was startled, his scalp tingling.
"Why is this Magneto's performance so much stronger than in the movies?"
In Peter's impression,
the elderly Magneto, despite the grand scale of his displays, often had rather singular attack methods—throwing cars or dismantling bridges.
But the one before him now,
his fine control over magnetism was simply masterful.
This supersonic barrage of metal projectiles,
even Peter's main body would be injured if he took a direct hit, let alone the fragile shadow clones.
If struck,
even a mere graze would cause the shadow clone to instantly explode into a puff of smoke.
"Dodge!"
Clone No. 2 hesitated not at all.
The muscles in his legs instantly exploded, pushing his agility to the extreme.
He violently pushed backward,
the entire person shooting backward like a cannonball, performing a directional change in mid-air that defied common sense.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Almost in the millisecond after he left his original spot,
dozens of metal spheres slammed fiercely into the place where he had been standing.
The ground fractured, and dirt flew everywhere.
The hard ground was instantly pitted with large craters several meters deep, and even the rocks were melted by the high temperature.
That level of destructive power made Peter's heart pound with fear.
Chapter 65: Omega-level Mutant
"That was close."
Clone No. 2 landed behind a massive rock several dozen meters away, still shaken.
However, the battle gave him no chance to catch his breath.
"Roar---!!!"
A wild roar came from the side.
A burly figure
like an out-of-control Beast, broke through the smoke and dust, carrying a suffocating stench of blood, and lunged toward another shadow clone.
It was a man over two meters tall, with a full beard and fingernails as sharp as daggers.
His eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty glint, and his body exuded a primal killing intent.
Sabretooth, Victor Creed.
As the nemesis of Wolverine, Sabretooth did not possess world-destroying abilities like Magneto.
But his extremely tough physique and healing factor, similar to Wolverine's, made him a nightmare in close combat.
"Another Spider-Man? A clone?"
Although Sabretooth wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, he could tell there were several identical enemies on the scene.
However,
this did not hinder his warlike nature; instead, it made him even more excited.
"If I tear you apart, I'll know which one is the real one!"
Sabretooth roared, his sharp claws flashing coldly as they aimed directly for Clone No. 4's throat.
However,
"Too slow."
Facing this ferocious Beast, Clone No. 4 only offered a cold evaluation.
In Peter's eyes,
Sabretooth's movements, though fierce, were riddled with flaws, and his speed... was simply too slow.
Peter's current strength was close to one thousand points, with a base explosive power exceeding one hundred tons.
And Sabretooth?
Based on data and visual estimation, this guy's strength was at most one or two tons, barely reaching three tons at the extreme.
This was not a contest of the same magnitude.
"Sorry, your level is too low. Don't get in the way."
Clone No. 4 advanced instead of retreating.
He didn't dodge but slightly shifted his body, precisely avoiding Sabretooth's claws.
Then he raised his right arm, making that familiar movement.
[Flowing Water Rock Shatter Elbow]
"Boom!!!"
A dull impact sound.
Peter's elbow slammed fiercely into Sabretooth's broad chest.
The massive difference in strength left no suspense in the collision.
Sabretooth's body, weighing over two hundred pounds, was sent flying backward like a kicked rag doll, faster than when he charged.
"Crack, crack..."
The sound of shattering ribs was clearly audible. Sabretooth sprayed blood wildly in mid-air, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He never imagined that
this seemingly less sturdy "little bug" contained such terrifying power within him.
"It's not over yet."
Clone No. 4 didn't stop there.
He flicked his wrist, and a thick strand of Web fluid shot out, sticking to Sabretooth's ankle in mid-air.
"Come back here!"
Peter pulled hard.
Sabretooth screamed and was yanked back forcefully before he even hit the ground.
Looking at the increasingly close ferocious face, Petershowed no mercy; his goal was clear—the healing factor.
"Let me borrow something from you."
Peter extended his right hand, fingers forming a claw, not to attack, but for... sampling.
"Riiip!"
Accompanied by a chilling tearing sound.
Peter's fingers forcibly ripped through the tough flesh and muscle on Sabretooth's shoulder, tearing off a piece of bloody flesh still attached to the skin.
Blood splattered.
"Roar!!!!"
Sabretooth let out a piercing scream.
"Got it."
Clone No. 4 quickly threw the bloody chunk of meat into the system space as an afterthought.
"With this, plus Dr. Connors's technology, I might be able to crack the secret of the healing factor and obtain true immortality."
Peter rejoiced internally.
However, just as he was preparing to deliver a final kick to Sabretooth to completely resolve this nuisance,
a sudden change occurred.
"Voom--"
A golden energy, extremely sacred yet filled with oppressive power, that Peter had never felt before,
suddenly descended from the sky.
It wasn't a magnetic field, nor was it electricity, nor was it Mister Negative's Negative Energy.
It was a purer, higher form of mixed psychic and telekinetic energy.
"What is that?!"
Clone No. 4's Spider-Sense didn't even have time to issue a complete warning; he only felt a flash of golden light before his eyes.
A dazzling golden beam of light,
like the Sword of Judgment from a God, instantly pierced the battlefield, hitting Clone No. 4 precisely.
Fast.
Too fast.
So fast that even Peter, who possessed Spider-Sense, couldn't dodge.
"Pfft--"
There wasn't even an explosion sound.
The moment the golden beam touched Clone No. 4's body, it directly disintegrated.
The structure of this shadow clone collapsed, and the entire figure instantly turned into a puff of white smoke and dissipated into the air.
Instant kill.
A true instant kill.
The powerhouse who had just effortlessly dominated Sabretooth couldn't even withstand a single move from this mysterious person.
"Who is that? An Omega-level Mutant?!"
The remaining shadow clones were horrified and simultaneously looked toward the sky.
The shadow clone that had just easily dominated Sabretooth couldn't even withstand one move from the opponent.
Even though this was just Peter's shadow clone,
its combat power was absolutely not something an ordinary character could contend with.
So fast that even Spider-Sense couldn't predict it beforehand. Unless it was a speed-specialized Mutant like Quicksilver...
then perhaps only an "Omega-level" Mutant could achieve this.
They saw a figure descending slowly behind and to the side of Magneto, wearing golden armor and surrounded by floating golden energy.
It was a man with a cold and arrogant face.
His eyes held a cold indifference as if looking down on all living beings, as if in his eyes, all humans were nothing more than ants.
He hovered in the air,
wrapped in terrifying golden energy. His aura was so strong that it faintly overshadowed the enraged Magneto.
"You guessed correctly. I am indeed an Omega-level Mutant."
The man spoke slowly.
His voice wasn't loud, but it boomed like a great bell, exploding directly in Peter's mind.
This was powerful telepathy!
"I am Sovereign! You who dare harm my Mutant brethren, die!"
As soon as the words fell, the golden light on Sovereign's body flared instantly.
Hearing the name, Peter's heart cleared.
"So it's him!"
As a veteran Marvel fan, he naturally knew what this name signified.
Sovereign.
He was a loyal believer of Magneto, an ancient being who had lived for hundreds of years, a knight born during the time of the Crusades.
In Marvel lore, he was an undisputed Omega-level Mutant.
Sovereign possessed extremely powerful telepathy, telekinesis, flight, and even immortal vitality.
"I should have thought of it. This place contains not only content from the movie Universe but also a large amount of comic book material."
Peter cursed inwardly.
Don't look at the movie Universe where the number of powerful characters presented is small, and the 'X-Men' series keeps recycling the same few people.
But if you count the comic Universe, there are quite a few Omega-level Mutants.
There are several just on Magneto's side.
"This truly is Magneto's lair. There's even an Omega-level big shot acting as a bodyguard here?"
"You blasphemer, die for me."
Sovereign snorted coldly and slowly raised his right hand.
Instantly,
the energy field above the entire island began to riot.
Countless golden beams of light converged behind him, each containing enough power to destroy a tank.
"Not good!"
Peter's warning bells blared internally.
"This guy named Sovereign is too overpowered in combat."
"If my main body were here, relying on various trump cards, I'd have confidence to spar with him, but relying only on these few fragile shadow clones..."
There was no way to fight.
As long as one of those golden rays brushed against a clone, it would be instantly eliminated, just like the one before.
Chapter 66: Omega-level Blood
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Golden rain of light poured down, covering every space for evasion.
"But... it doesn't seem to matter if I can't win either."
Peter made a judgment in an instant.
Because his mission objective had already been over-fulfilled.
Councilman Kelly had been rescued, Toad had been killed, Sabretooth's meat had been obtained, and Magneto's machine had even been taken away.
It was just a shadow clone anyway.
Even if it was shattered by two maddened Mutants, there was no substantial loss.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The golden light bombarded the ground, shattering it to pieces.
The remaining three clones, relying on extremely high agility and Spider-Sense, fled in disarray amidst the hail of gunfire.
But Peter knew this was only temporary.
Under the dual blockade of Magneto and Sovereign, escaping unscathed was nearly impossible.
"Since I can't leave, I might as well utilize the remaining value."
Peter's thoughts switched rapidly between the three clones.
"Today's mission ends here; I've already made a huge profit anyway."
Peter didn't want to waste any precious items.
"There are three clones left. Instead of being shot down like targets, it's better to..."
Peter's gaze locked onto Magneto, who was floating in the air with an enraged expression.
"Let's see if I can fleece some wool from Magneto."
If he could obtain a genetic sample from Magneto, that would be a truly massive profit!
"Initiate suicide charge!"
The last three shadow clones did not sit idly by; Peter's consciousness issued the final command.
"Since we can't escape, we'll leave them some souvenirs."
"Whether it's Magneto or that old fossil named Sovereign, if they want to kill me, they'll have to break a few teeth!"
The three clones simultaneously raised their wrists, and the emission ports of the biological glands instantly erupted.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
Countless strands of white Web fluid poured out like a rain of flowers, enveloping Magneto and Sovereign in mid-air.
This Web fluid was by no means ordinary; it was Peter's specially made "High-Adhesion Restraint Net."
Once entangled, even the Hulk would have to exert considerable effort to break free.
However,
Facing this physical means of control, Sovereign, floating in the air, merely glanced coldly.
His eyes were filled with disdain.
"Meaningless struggle."
His voice exploded directly in Peter's mind, carrying a sense of lofty divinity.
Sovereign didn't perform any complex movements; the gold behind him merely vibrated slightly.
A vast, ocean-like psionic force, mixed with energy waves, instantly erupted, transforming into a gigantic golden fan-shaped shockwave.
"Zzzz—"
Those tough Web fluid strands, capable of stopping a train, were directly annihilated into ashes the moment they touched the golden energy, before they could even ignite.
"Now is the time!"
Just as the Web fluid was destroyed and their line of sight was obstructed, the three shadow clones did not retreat; instead, they flickered simultaneously.
[Fraud Magic!]
The physical laws of the real World were distorted once again, accompanied by three bursts of orange-red smoke.
Three red and blue figures vanished from the spot out of thin air.
Invisibility, teleportation. This was the perfect opening move for an assassin.
But in front of a true powerhouse, this was not unsolvable.
"Invisibility?"
Magneto, suspended high above.
Even in a state of rage, he maintained the composure of a powerhouse. His sharp eyes swept over the empty ground.
"Too bad. As long as it isn't the kind of mental control Charles uses that I detest, other illusions are useless against me."
Magneto didn't need to use his eyes to see.
In this Universe filled with electromagnetic waves, he was the absolute ruler.
As long as Peter's body was still emitting bio-electric signals, as long as Peter's movement disturbed the geomagnetic field even slightly...
In Magneto's perception radar, those three invisible figures were as clear as searchlights in the dark night.
"Two on the left, one on the right."
Magneto moved his fingers slightly.
"Buzz—"
The dozens of alloy spheres orbiting around him like satellites instantly accelerated to the extreme.
Under Magneto's control, they did not attack directly but transformed into an impenetrable metal storm.
Forming an absolute defense spanning 360 degrees around him.
Any object attempting to approach him would instantly be shredded by this torrent of metal.
Meanwhile,
Sovereign, an Omega-level Mutant who had lived for several hundred years, possessed capabilities so comprehensive they were infuriating.
He not only had devastating energy output but also powerful psychic abilities.
"Such boring tricks."
Sovereign's voice rang out of thin air in the minds of the three shadow clones, carrying the mockery of seeing through everything.
"Do you think the World ceases to exist if you close your eyes? Playing hide-and-seek in front of me is a child's game."
His eyes glowed with gold light.
His gaze pierced directly through the disguise of [Fraud Magic], precisely locking onto the Peter clone that was rapidly approaching.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Sovereign raised his hand and unleashed three golden energy beams, bombarding the void wildly.
Every strike plowed a ditch several meters deep into the ground.
But Peter's objective had been achieved.
The teleportation effect brought by Fraud Magic had successfully shortened the distance from dozens of meters to the range of close-quarters combat!
"Even if you can see, even if you can sense... as long as my fist is fast enough, you're going to take a beating!"
Peter's tactical intent was finally revealed.
One shadow clone, relying on super agility and the prediction of Spider-Sense,
at the critical moment, skillfully dodged one of Sovereign's fatal beams in a bizarre posture nearly skimming the ground.
The next second, he appeared below and to the side of Sovereign.
"Old fossil, taste this!"
This clone stomped off the ground, leaping into the air, his right arm muscles instantly tensing, striking that familiar stance.
[Fraud Magic · Backstab Critical Hit (Judgment Effective)]
[Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist · Penetrating Force]
Peter's elbow strike did not target Sovereign's hard armor but aimed directly at his face!
"What?!"
Sovereign clearly hadn't expected that this seemingly ant-like crawler could actually break through his firepower net and even dare to throw a punch at him, an Omega-level Mutant.
He subconsciously wanted to raise a psychic shield, but Peter was too fast.
"Dong!!!"
A muffled sound of flesh colliding exploded in mid-air.
Peter's right elbow solidly slammed into Sovereign's face.
A massive burst of force erupted.
Even someone as strong as Sovereign was forced into a sudden stumble by this blow.
His elegant posture of floating in the air instantly collapsed, and he flew backward over ten meters before barely stabilizing his figure.
Two streams of bright red blood dripped down Sovereign's arrogant nose bridge, staining his golden armor and looking exceptionally jarring.
"Damn crawler!!!"
Sovereign wiped his nose, looking at the blood on his hand, and became utterly enraged.
How many years had it been?
Since the Crusades, how many centuries had passed since anyone had made him bleed?
Today, he was slapped in the face by a clown wearing a spandex suit?
It had to be admitted.
The physical quality of an Omega-level Mutant was indeed ridiculously strong.
He endured Peter's critical elbow strike—a blow powerful enough to blow up Kingpin and destroy a tank—and only ended up with a nosebleed.
However, Peter's objective had been achieved.
The moment that elbow connected, his fingers covertly wiped Sovereign's face.
A few drops of blood radiating powerful energy were collected into the system space.