The Lord Falls, a Terrifying Omen

Gunfire Rose Bar late at night.

Men and women swayed their hips wildly, using alcohol and cigarettes to numb their senses and bring themselves a negligible pleasure.

Cigarettes and alcohol are always the best pastimes for civilians during wartime.

Erik Lehnsherr held an oak mug, sipping his dark beer, his mind wandering.

He was an unlucky man who could be described as Heavenly Fiend, living a life of loneliness and misery, with all his relatives either dying or being separated from him due to various accidents.

But for now, he is still a young man with superpowers who has dreams and passion.

During his time in the concentration camp, Erik witnessed too many tragedies Awakening a fragment of the X-Gene within him.

This gave him the special ability to manipulate magnetic fields.

At this point in time, given the current level of human technology, few people could harm him if he so desired.

Before the advent of polymer non-metallic nanomaterials, Erik was virtually invincible in manipulating metals with magnetic fields.

The reason for adding the word "almost" is that it does not take into account the old monsters and Reincarnator in the Marvel Universe who serve as background figures, and it only compares among "humans".

Even so, his best friend Charles Xavier was his nemesis.

Just like now.

Erik poured himself a drink, utterly baffled as to why he had inexplicably accepted this boring party.

Altering the subconscious mind and affecting the Mind Stone...

Those who manipulate memories and people's hearts have the potential to become major villains in any dimension.

"Hey... Erik, why don't you find a girl to dance with? To be honest, you're a very charming person. If you didn't look so gloomy, quite a few girls would probably like you!"

Charles smiled in a harmless way.

Looking at his face, Erik's expression turned cold, and he slammed the wooden glass in his hand onto the bar. "Damn it! You used your powers on me again! I knew I wouldn't agree to such a ridiculous request for no reason!"

When he got angry, all the metal objects in the bar trembled slightly, as if in resonance.

Seeing this, Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, patted the other man on the shoulder, and laughed heartily, "Buddy, it was just a joke, no need to get so angry, right?"

Erik, who had developed post-traumatic stress disorder in the concentration camp, simply downed his drink and sulked, no matter how he tried to explain himself.

He looked up at Charles, his voice stern, and said, "If you do that again, I'll kill you!"

Erik really hates it when people tamper with his memories and thoughts.

If one day he forgets his past memories and has completely different ideas about the same issue, will he still be himself?

This is a matter of principle!

"Okay, okay, I promise I will never peek at your thoughts again, and I will never tamper with your ideas again."

Charles retorted, "How about I perform a magic trick for you as an apology?"

Before Erik Lehnsherr could respond, he noticed that his friend's expression had suddenly turned serious.

"What happens?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Something terrible has happened."

Charles's throat was dry, and his voice was strained.

Hearing this, Erik sneered, "How terrifying? More terrifying Hitler? More terrifying than the concentration camps that Carnage my compatriots?"

His depression hadn't completely subsided, and he subconsciously snapped at his friend.

Unexpectedly, Charles nodded bitterly.

"I didn't feel this uneasy when Hitler became the Führer of Germany."

At this point, Charles's expression became more serious than ever before, and he said, word by word, "Friend, I need your help."

Although he possesses powerful abilities, enabling him to sense certain patterns that influence major world events, he is not yet strong enough to extend his brainwaves to the entire world.

He needs Erik's electromagnetic control abilities to amplify his brainwaves.

Only then can Charles truly understand that event, which was even more terrifying than Hitler's Aryan racism...

Erik hesitated for a long time before finally nodding.

He wants to build a New World for Mutants, and Charles's help is indispensable.

The demon lord Mephisto was ultimately defeated by the four God Eater.

Even though he summoned the four Elemental Demon Spirit wind, water, earth, and fire, and had a numerical advantage, he still suffered a crushing defeat.

With Wolverine and Winter Soldier fighting hard, Carter's powerful long-range firepower, and Captain America Steve Rogers's crucial coordination, the scattered and disorganized Elemental Demon Spirit were quickly wiped out.

Mephisto's physical body was also destroyed.

His corpse transformed into something resembling Three-Headed Hellhound, which was then devoured by the four divine beings.

Even so, he was not completely dead.

His Vengeful Spirit is still howling and struggling in agony...

"That damned guy!"

"I have memorized the essence of each and every one of your souls!"

I curse you!

Mephisto's Vengeful Spirit transformed into black mist and fled into the hellish plane, leaving behind only harsh words that lingered on the battlefield.

"Whether it's ten years, a hundred years, or a thousand years, you will inevitably pay the price! I want your souls to be Netherworld Fire for hundreds of millions of years."

"I can neither live nor die!"

Summon a demon and lure it to your death.

This kind of thing is unprecedented on Earth 7777.

Mephisto has always been the one who deceives and manipulates human emotions and plunders human souls; he has never suffered such a great loss.

He harbored hatred for Wang Yan and the others.

Wang Yan didn't take it to heart at all; in fact, he almost laughed.

Mephisto was like a snail a billion eight hundred million miles away, harboring murderous intent towards him, and rushing towards him at a distance of one meter every day.

This tiny "snail" named Mephisto wouldn't even register on his mind.

Even if the other party does appear in front of him someday in the future, the only outcome will be that he will be crushed to death.

"This guy is pretty smart. He knows to run away first before making threats, otherwise even his true spirit would be left here."

Even so, Wang Yan was still quite satisfied.

After Captain America, Winter Soldier, Wolverine, and Carter devoured the corpse of the Demon Lord, they gained tremendous power.

An analysis of the changes in the physical data of the four individuals revealed that Wang Yan's own foundation had also increased.

Sometimes, you can learn useful knowledge and skills from people who are far less capable than yourself.

London.

Thick fog blanketed the area, with swirling smoke and clouds obscuring everything, making it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

Ordinary people should go out with friends and family, otherwise even local residents can easily get lost.

Beneath the Taros Bridge.

Charles Xavier wore a clearly handmade metal helmet, his face was solemn, and his eyes were closed, as if he was composing himself.

Beside him, countless metal shavings flowed between Erik's fingers, generating a golden-blue electric current.

Charles, with his eyes closed, said, "Let's begin!"

He wanted to see where the source of the terror truly came from!