At noon, Magneto, controlled by magic like a puppet on strings, arrived at the central plaza of Warhammer Bay. The demon corpse came with him.
"Fellow Mutants, you all know me. Starting today, the world order will be rewritten. Mutants have obtained an ultimate weapon—the corpse beside me. I need a drop of blood from each of you to activate this weapon. It will make Mutants the masters of Earth!"
Magneto knew perfectly well that nothing good could come of this, but he could not control his mouth. Black Queen even mimicked his tone and delivered a lengthy speech.
It had to be said that Magneto's reputation was truly high. After just a few sentences, a large group of hot-blooded Mutants stepped forward to donate blood.
He was frantic inside, yet his face still wore that stiff smile. The other Mutants noticed nothing, and once someone took the lead, they too handed over their blood.
They cut their fingers and smeared blood over the demon's corpse. Through that connection, Black Queen could drain all their souls at once.
"Bastard! Bitch! What exactly are you doing?! You're a Mutant too!" Magneto had no psychic abilities at all. But after decades of painstaking instruction from his best friend, Professor Charles, he had become a master through long exposure to illness and forcibly learned telepathic communication. He knew Black Queen would definitely hear his thoughts.
"Narrow-minded! Erik, your hands have never truly been able to touch this world. You are bound by hollow reputations and impractical ideals. What a pity. Keep working. Today, you will witness a miracle." Black Queen watched the orderly line offer up their blood, her mood exceptionally good. These people were stupidly adorable. She simply loved Mutants.
"You have been deceived. Someone is manipulating everything from behind the scenes.