Grand Opening

"Traitors, contribute your lives to the Mutant cause."

Below the tower, a Mutant's hands bloomed with purple light. The purple glow then spread from his hands to the Epsilon-class Mutants who had been captured.

The Mutants screamed in unison as the purple light violently drained their life force. Then, the purple glow shot into the sky and entered Magneto's body.

Magneto felt as if he were about to burst apart. He hurriedly placed his hand on the control console. The console Activated, and the metal rings began rotating under magnetic force, accelerating from slow to fast.

Then, a growing ball of white light Lit Up above the machine. That was the Radiation Energy Wave.

As soon as the Energy wave appeared, the surrounding magnetic field became chaotic, causing the livestream footage to flicker continuously. Nick Fury hurriedly shouted, "Launch the missiles! Coulson, Barton, find cover!"

The six fighter jets circling nearby immediately flew toward Manhattan upon receiving the order. Then, they pressed their buttons at the same time, launching six missiles with long white trails toward the tower.

"The chance is here."

When Psylocke saw the missiles, she immediately condensed a long purple whip from psychic energy and lashed it toward one of the tower's spikes. Then, she ran forward a few steps and swung herself over.

What, Psylocke wasn't afraid of the missiles? Of course she wasn't. She knew perfectly well that Magneto could deal with them.

"A bunch of idiots. Who told you I was going all out?"

Magneto sneered disdainfully and raised one hand. The missiles made a turn in midair and flew back along their original path. The pilots' faces changed drastically as they hurriedly maneuvered their fighters to evade.

Unfortunately, under Magneto's precise guidance, every fighter was struck by a missile. Boom, boom, boom... The six fighter jets became six massive Fireballs and fell from the sky.

When the citizens saw the fighter jets turn into Fireballs, their hearts sank. At the same time, as the magnetic force intensified, the livestream footage began to disappear.

"The radiation wave is coming soon! Everyone, run, or hide in the basement!"

After saying that, Roxanne sprinted toward the underground parking garage ahead as fast as she could. As far as she knew, that garage was very deep. It might be able to shield her from the radiation wave.

"Let's do this."

Seeing that the missiles had failed, the X-Men, Coulson, Barton, Spider-Man, and the others Grit Teeth and gave everything they had to break through the Iron Fortress. Mystique, Toad, and the others desperately blocked them. Whether the Mutant cause could succeed depended on this moment.

Meanwhile, Psylocke leaped onto the tower. Then, she nimbly climbed to Tony Stark's side and condensed a small knife from psychic energy to cut through the wires.

"Go, hot girl!"

Tony was overjoyed. At that moment, a red figure suddenly appeared By His Side and slashed a blade at her head. Psylocke hurriedly dodged. The Red Devil, dressed in a suit, smiled before disappearing.

Psylocke immediately sensed trouble and was about to flee when the iron bars on the tower coiled around her like ropes, binding her to it. Magneto had made his move.

Psylocke sighed. "Looks like I won't be earning this money after all."

Tony's hopes were dashed. Annoyed, he said, "You still have time to regret not making money? We're about to die."

"You're about to die, not me. Magneto basically doesn't kill Mutants. Besides, that machine probably won't affect us Mutants."

Psylocke spoke casually. If that were not the case, why would she have accepted this job?

Tony grew even more annoyed. Looking down at the streets below, he could not help muttering to himself, At a time like this, why hadn't that powerful, attention-loving guy shown up on his motorcycle in spectacular fashion yet?

"A new era for Mutants begins now."

Having dealt with the troublemakers, Magneto fully activated the machine. The Radiation Energy Wave expanded wildly, and every street in Manhattan became clearly visible.

The citizens' hearts sank to the bottom. At that moment, an Inverted Cross spaceship suddenly appeared in the sky. Then, citizens filled with fear and despair were Pulled In to the Illusion Realm.

"Hello, I'm a Hell Messenger."

With a smile on her face, Yelena said to the man in the suit, "As long as you are willing to sign your soul over to our Hell after death, we will save you from Manhattan."

"A Hell Messenger?"

The suited man was stunned. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Can you really save me?"

"Of course."

Yelena released several light screens and said, "You've heard of the Peace Knights, right? They are rescuers sent by our Hell. We have always been saving people.

"Also, this spaceship belongs to us. Once you sign the contract, we'll send robots to rescue you and bring you aboard. Magneto's radiation wave can't penetrate our spaceship."

"The Peace Knights are actually Hell Knights?"

The suited man was dumbfounded. He asked, "How do I know whether Demons like you will keep your word?"

"We respect contracts. The people rescued by the Peace Knights are not just one or two."

Yelena said, "The people we save have remained alive. We will patiently wait until you die before collecting your souls."

The suited man was still hesitant. He said, "It's not time for despair yet. The Angel of Fire might come out and save us, just like before."

"Sir, I'm sorry, but that Ghost Rider is a knight of our Hell, not an Angel of Heaven."

Yelena's smile widened. "The reason he acts is to save those who have signed contracts."

"The Angel of Fire is one of your people from Hell?"

The suited man was completely dumbfounded, even on the verge of collapse. The Angel he worshipped was actually a Hell Demon? Could there still be any trust in this world?

Yelena said, "Hell has Angels too. Sir, would you like to sign the contract? If not, I'll send you away. There are many people in danger right now, and I'm very busy. Our Hell has performance evaluations too."

"Hell cares about performance too?"

The suited man was speechless. He Grit Teeth and said, "I'll sign."

In another office, a female white-collar worker adjusted her glasses and said, "Since the Angel of Fire is one of your people, he'll definitely act again. Why should I sign a contract?"

"He might not act."

The blonde Black Widow said, "This time, we dispatched a total of five thousand robots. They can save at most five thousand people. If fewer people than that sign contracts, the Angel of Fire won't act, because the robots can handle everything.

"If more than five thousand people sign contracts, then the Angel of Fire will act and deal with Magneto. Our Hell honors contracts above all else. As long as you sign, we will definitely protect your safety.

"The question now is, do you want to gamble on how many people will sign contracts?"

The female white-collar worker fell into hesitation. She Grit Teeth and said, "I can give you my soul after death, but you must save me and my child."

The blonde Black Widow smiled and handed her a contract. "All right."

Inside the office, Andrew looked at the steadily rising number of contracts and was very satisfied. But then again, when had Ghost Rider become the emotional pillar of Manhattan's citizens? That made no sense.