Chapter 120: Allen Makes a Grand Entrance
"Holy crab cakes, classic Magneto moment."
Wade gaped as Magneto raised both hands high, shifting an entire suspension bridge.
At the same time, hundreds of mutants broke into collective praise.
"The Leader's power is overwhelming—definitely a Level Four mutant."
"An army is nothing in front of the Leader. He could wipe them out in minutes."
"The Leader is the beacon of hope for all mutants."
…
The chorus of admiration reached Magneto's ears. Outwardly, he remained stern and composed, but inwardly, he was absolutely thrilled.
Every time he made a move, he left his subordinates in awe—perfect opportunities to rack up prestige.
That's why, as long as he was alive, the Brotherhood would never fall.
Of course, as a man of status, Magneto couldn't dirty his hands with trivial matters—it'd be beneath his dignity. That's why he recruited all sorts of second-rate mutants to handle grunt work.
Before long, the suspension bridge spanned the gap between the shore and the island.
With a wave, Magneto signaled the attack.
Hundreds of mutants swarmed forward like a pack of unleashed zombies, charging toward the island.
With a casual flick, Magneto tore a segment of iron cable into a metallic disc and stood atop it, flying forward to provide aerial support.
"I hate mutants who can fly," Wade muttered enviously, then spotted a pink food delivery scooter.
"Oh my god, my favorite—pink!"
He eagerly straddled the scooter, glanced at the insulated box on the back, and quipped, "With great power comes great pizza cravings. Screw you, JOE'S PIZZA."
He kicked the box off with a flourish, revved the throttle, and nonchalantly caught up with the main group.
Meanwhile...
On the island, agents fired without hesitation at the first wave of charging mutants.
Their firearms and bullets were made from reinforced plastic—not a trace of metal for Magneto to manipulate.
Each round fired micro serum injectors—similar to tranquilizer darts. Non-lethal, but once struck, the mutant would instantly regress to an ordinary human.
Several frontline mutants took hits, their bodies convulsing as they collapsed. Those with obvious mutant features quickly reverted to normal appearances.
"Take cover!"
The sight made those behind them instantly wary.
Charging in recklessly wasn't going to cut it.
Those who had just devolved were suddenly treated like strangers. The Brotherhood's mantra was simple: if you're a mutant, you're a brother; if you're not, you're nothing.
At that moment, the desperate gazes of the fallen mutants seeking help were met with cold indifference.
Too harsh, too heartless.
"Let me handle this."
A mutant with an androgynous appearance, short hair, and wearing a leather chest harness stepped forward.
With a clap of both hands—
A shockwave burst out and rippled forward.
The agents stationed at the first defense line were caught in the blast. Their weapons shattered instantly.
"That shockwave is sick!"
"Top ten mutant in the Brotherhood, hands down. I'm so jealous."
"So badass it gave me a nosebleed."
…
Surrounded by flattery, the shockwave mutant struck a pose, one hand on hip, looking smug.
With the first line breached, the agents fell back to the second, rearming for defense.
Seeing the endless stream of mutants pouring off the bridge filled them with unease.
Then, an Asian man in a jacket stepped forward, cracking his knuckles as his bones popped audibly.
"Porcupine's about to enter the fray!"
"His ability is brutal—nobody wants to fight him up close."
"His face-to-face kill move is pure nightmare fuel."
Just as the confident Porcupine was ready to show off his retractable spikes—
He froze.
Somehow, a syringe had embedded itself in his forehead.
He toppled over, instantly dead.
Anywhere else on his body, the serum wouldn't be fatal—but in the brain? That was a different story.
Porcupine was dead!
Everyone was stunned.
Usually arrogant and flashy, he'd kill without blinking—and now? All bark, no bite.
"Take cover, there's a sniper!"
A figure blurred in and out of view—then reappeared moments later.
It was Psylocke, one of the Brotherhood's elite.
She couldn't maintain constant high-speed movement like Quicksilver or the Flash—just short-range teleportation. Even then, overuse risked catastrophic physical backlash.
"Launch the assault."
Magneto flew overhead, morphing surrounding metal into a large shield to protect his troops.
The advantage flipped back. Mutants advanced behind the shield wall.
Just then, Wade finally rolled up on his pink scooter. Glancing at the fallen de-powered mutants, he scratched his head and muttered, "Gandalf, is it too late to back out?"
Losing his powers meant losing his healing factor—and without that, his cancer would kill him in no time.
"Suit yourself."
Magneto had no time for him—his focus was the battlefield.
One more or less didn't matter now.
A sensory mutant stepped forward and reported, "Leader, I'm not detecting the target. They're all just regular humans."
Magneto frowned, realizing the intel had leaked. The enemy had moved their objective ahead of time.
Noticing the insignias on the agents' uniforms, he recognized them as S.H.I.E.L.D.
No surprise—they were masters of espionage. Recruiting double agents among mutants was child's play.
With so many members, it was hard to maintain absolute loyalty.
Then a new thought struck him: if the target wasn't on the island, why were the agents defending it so desperately?
Magneto looked up at the building at the center of the island.
"Could it be…"
Just as he was about to tear it apart to see what they were guarding—
The building's walls cracked. An unseen force was ripping it from the inside.
The steel-reinforced concrete was no obstacle—Magneto could dismantle it easily using the embedded metal.
Agents inside, sensing the instability, quickly evacuated.
As he was tearing it apart—
Two figures, one black and one white, shot out of the building.
They struck down any mutants in their path with ease.
"Venom!?"
Wade couldn't believe his eyes. "What's a symbiote doing here? Did the multiverse just collapse or something?"
That's right—these were symbiotes. One the original black type, and the other a white offshoot.
"Magneto, surrender now. There's no point in resisting," said the black symbiote warrior sternly.
"What are you?" Magneto scowled. These weren't humans—they looked like liquid creatures possessing a body.
He immediately softened steel rods into bullets and fired them like a machine gun.
But the two symbiotes blurred into motion, dodging like shadows.
The bullets couldn't even scratch them. The white female symbiote deflected the projectiles with ease.
"I'm really curious—just who are you?" Wade grinned as he clashed with the black symbiote, evenly matched.
Magneto, however, wasn't faring so well.
He had no combat skills aside from magnetic control. His only option was to stay airborne on a metal disc—but his opponent had wings, flexible and agile, easily dodging and chasing him down.
At this point, Magneto's powers were a poor match.
Small metal bullets couldn't penetrate their defenses, and large metal beams were too slow to land a hit.
BOOM!
Suddenly, a beam of energy knocked the white symbiote away just as she was closing in on Magneto.
Apocalypse had arrived with his team—perfectly on time.
Allen stood triumphantly, hands on hips, shouting boldly:
"The main character has arrived! Bow before me, peasants!"