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

Below the Tower, a Mutant held out both hands, purple light blooming from them. The purple light then spread from his hands onto the captured Epsilon-class Mutants.

The Mutants screamed in unison as the purple light drained a massive amount of their life force. Then, the light shot into the sky and sank into Magneto's body.

Magneto felt as if he were about to burst apart. He hurriedly placed his hand on the control console, activating it. The metal rings began rotating under the influence of Magnetism, rapidly accelerating from slow to fast.

A growing sphere of White Light appeared above the device. It was the Radiation Energy Wave.

Once the energy wave appeared, the surrounding magnetic field began to grow chaotic, causing the live broadcast 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, firing six missiles with long white trails toward the Tower.

"The chance is here."

Upon seeing the missiles, Psylocke immediately condensed a long purple whip from psychic energy and lashed it toward the Tower's spiked section. Then, she ran forward a few steps and swung herself over.

What? Was Psylocke not afraid of the missiles? Of course not. She knew very well that Magneto could definitely deal with them.

"A bunch of idiots. Who told you I was using my full strength?"

Magneto sneered disdainfully and raised one hand. The missiles turned in midair and flew back along their original paths. The pilots' expressions changed drastically as they hurriedly maneuvered their jets to evade.

Unfortunately, under Magneto's precise guidance, every fighter jet was struck by a missile. Boom, boom, boom... The six jets turned into six enormous fireballs and fell from the sky.

When the citizens saw the fighter jets become fireballs, their hearts sank. At the same time, as Magnetism intensified, the live broadcast began to disappear.

"The Radiation Energy Wave is coming soon! Everyone, run, or hide in a basement!"

After saying that, Roxanne sprinted toward the underground parking lot ahead at top speed. As far as she knew, that parking garage was very deep. It might be able to shield her from the Radiation Energy Wave.

"Let's do it."

Seeing that the missiles had failed, the X-Men, Coulson, Barton, Spider-Man, and the others gritted their teeth and gave everything they had to break through the Iron Fortress. Mystique, Toad, and the others fought desperately to stop them. Whether the Mutant cause would succeed depended on this moment.

Meanwhile, Psylocke leaped onto the Tower. She then nimbly climbed to Tony Stark's side and condensed a small blade from psychic energy to cut through the wires.

"Hot chick, go!"

Tony was overjoyed. Just then, a red figure suddenly appeared beside Psylocke and slashed at her head. Psylocke hurriedly dodged. Red Devil, dressed in a suit, smiled and vanished.

Psylocke immediately sensed trouble and was about to flee when the iron bars on the Tower wrapped around her like ropes, binding her in place. Magneto had made his move.

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

Tony's hopes were crushed. He said unhappily, "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 device probably won't have much effect on 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 had that powerful, attention-seeking guy still not shown up on a motorcycle in some flashy entrance?

"The New Era of Mutants begins now."

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

The citizens' hearts sank to the bottom. Just then, an Inverted Cross spaceship suddenly appeared in the sky. The citizens, filled with fear and despair, were pulled into the Illusion Realm.

"Hello, I'm a Hell Messenger."

Yelena smiled at 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 and get you out of Manhattan."

"A Hell Messenger?"

The man in the suit was deeply shocked. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Can you really save me?"

"Of course."

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

"This spaceship is also ours. After you sign the Contract, we will send Robots to rescue you and bring you aboard. Magneto's Radiation Energy Wave cannot penetrate our spaceship."

"The Peace Knights are actually the Hell Knights?"

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

"We respect Contracts. The people saved 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 man in the suit still hesitated. "It's not time for despair yet. Angel of Fire might come save us, just like before."

"Sir, sorry, 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."

"Angel of Fire is one of yours in Hell?"

The man in the suit was completely dumbfounded and nearly broke down. The Angel he worshipped was actually a Hell Demon? Could there still be any trust left in this world?

"Hell has Angels as well. Sir, would you like to sign the Contract? If not, I'll send you away. Many people are in danger right now, and I'm very busy. Our Hell also has performance evaluations."

"Hell cares about performance too?"

The man in the suit was speechless. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll sign."

In another office, a female white-collar worker adjusted her Glasses and said, "Since Angel of Fire is one of yours, he will definitely act again. Why should I sign a Contract?"

"He might not act."

The blonde Black Widow said, "This time, we have deployed a total of five thousand Robots. They can save at most five thousand people. If fewer than that number sign Contracts, Angel of Fire will not act, because the Robots can handle everything.

"If more than five thousand people sign Contracts, 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 whether you want to gamble on how many people will sign Contracts."

The female white-collar worker fell into hesitation. She gritted her teeth and said, "You can have my soul after I die, but you must save me and my child."

The blonde Black Widow smiled and handed over a Contract. "Sure."

Inside the office, Andrew watched the number of Contracts steadily rise and was very satisfied. Still, when had Ghost Rider become the emotional pillar of Manhattan's citizens? That was not scientific.