The Death Knell

After a while, the Leopard God came back with the little mushroom, its tail wagging, looking very happy.

If you listen carefully, you will see that it is humming an African folk song that it learned from somewhere. It sounds weird, like snoring, snoring.

"I asked for you, Xin..."

"Don't say that name!"

The Leopard God placed the mushroom on the ground and was about to explain the process. Su Ming immediately interrupted and covered his ears with his hands.

The big cat narrowed his eyes and shrugged humanely: "Okay, anyway, I asked you about this thing. A few years ago, a group of mutants went to South Africa, and they got this mushroom from the tribe there. The meerkat doesn’t know what’s more, that’s all it saw.”

"Mutant...thank you."

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief, took out some snacks and put them on the branches of the tree for the Leopard God, and jumped down from the tree.

It's fine as long as the names are not mentioned, but it's a bit too dangerous here, so you should avoid coming here unless you have to.

The Leopard God jumped onto a tree branch, picked up a pack of spicy strips and skillfully cut them open with his nails, licked them with his barbed tongue and said, "Okay, you can go do your business, I'm going to rest."

Su Ming waved his hands as a farewell, closed his eyes and opened them again, and found himself lying in a grass nest, with a piercing alarm sound coming from his ears.

You can still vaguely hear someone howling not far away, crying in the indigenous language of Wakanda: "Heart-shaped grass! My heart-shaped grass!"

Su Ming touched his chin. He just grabbed a few trees and squeezed the juice and drank it. He wouldn't be so sad, right? Did someone really die? The name happens to be Heart-Shaped Grass?

These indigenous tribes just don’t know how to take names.

Shaking his head, he slowly took off and left while it was still dark, flying out of Wakanda's hidden barrier.

"Heimdall!"

This name is very easy to pronounce.

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The winter sea breeze blows across the sea, but these dark waters have never been associated with waves. Outside the small New York Harbor, everything seems so calm.

The city is still on fire, and the black smoke is quickly blending into the night, but all the enemies have been wiped out, and people will always recover.

Magneto stood on the torch of the Statue of Liberty with his hands behind his back, admiring his achievements while blowing the evening breeze, while waiting for the death knell to pay for his revenge.

But his work was not in vain. He realized that his ability development was insufficient. He just wiped out more than 100,000 troops and flew around the United States, but he actually felt tired.

"It's still not strong enough. You must make yourself stronger in order to fight for equality for mutants."

Maybe after today, people will not thank themselves. Although they are killing their enemies, ordinary people will only be more afraid of the power of mutants.

But it doesn't matter, this is a deal. Magneto also hopes to gain the hatred and fear of others. He learned what threats are from the concentration camps, and he also knows that this kind of power can make ordinary people submit.

The death knell landed lightly on his back, and walked over with his hands behind his back as well, looking at the city in flames with him.

"Is the matter done?" Su Ming asked. Although Heimdall had told him the conclusion, he had to pretend not to know.

"You can check and choose any city." Magneto was very confident. He did not give the enemy a chance to spread out and lurk. The torrent of iron sand polished those people into bones. In the face of magnetism, ordinary people were useless.

The hot breath of the two people was quickly blown away, and Magneto looked at the man in black and yellow armor quietly.

"After today, Americans will hate you to death, and you will become the most famous mutant monster and the largest KB element in the world." Su Ming didn't look at him. He was looking at the one he landed in when he came to the United States. The pier seems to have not changed much after so many years.

"Then let them do whatever they want. Where's my reward?" Lao Wan said it didn't matter. If this is a sacrifice for the sake of equality, then everything is necessary.

If you don't show your strength, the Yankees will never have a clear idea and will not talk to themselves as equals.

"Your name is too German, and it is called Marx. It will easily remind those fools in the United States of a furry bear. So I suggest that if you want to make a name for yourself and do big things, you should choose a new name." Su Ming said calmly, not in a hurry. Give him the answer.

"What suggestions do you have?" Magneto showed a disdainful smile, a fake identity exclusively for the United States? That's fine, after all, this is the most developed country in the West, and there are many plans that need to be launched here in the future.

A deep laugh came from under the black and yellow mask: "Eric Lensher, this surname is rare and can be used as your symbol."

Magneto showed a cold smile, as if to express satisfaction: "Eric means 'leader' in English, and Lehnsherr means 'lord' in German. Does this name mean dual leaders? I accept it. I will use this pseudonym to continue my work of liberating my fellow citizens, let me lead them."

"As long as you like it, this name suits you very well and is also my expectation for your future." Su Mingruo pointed out something, but the other party only understood one part of the meaning.

Forget it, he will understand later.

Eric turned slightly and turned his gaze to the dark sea again: "It's no use just saying nice things. I want the reward you promised now."

"That's fair. I like the deal. Your enemy, Professor Schmidt, is just a pseudonym. His real name is Sebastian Shaw, and he is also a mutant."

Magneto was originally calm, but when he heard that the other party was also a mutant, a hidden anger flashed in his eyes.

"Sure enough, not all mutants are of the same mind. Even among our compatriots there are scum." Eric exhaled after a while and said with a sneer: "Where is he? I'll kill him."

"That's it?" Deathstroke asked in a strange tone. The howling wind rubbed against the fence not far away. The sound almost covered up the ridicule: "You don't ask what his abilities are or how many people he has. You just plan to charge directly." Go up and die? You have been burned by the cold anger and have lost your mind. Such behavior is not worthy of your new name."

Magneto's expression changed, his fists clenched and unclenched several times, and the muscles on the side of his nose twitched violently, but in the end he was able to control himself.

He had a bad temper, but he knew Deathstroke had a point.

"Tell me, just think that I owe you another favor." He blew out some hot air from his nostrils, as if this could cool down the pounding heart in his chest.

Su Ming smiled. He broke off a section of the fence of the Torch Observation Deck with his bare hands, formed a pair of fitness balls for the elderly in his hands, and handed them to Magneto to let him move his fingers.

"As a person with superpowers who is also not understood by others, I am always willing to help mutants who are bullied, and your desire to avenge your family is even more reasonable. Forget about favors and other things, I will go with you to the scene. How about I teach you how to kill that person?"