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High above the sky.

Nearly twenty Sentinels flew in a triangular formation at an altitude of 3,000 meters. The golden rays of the rising sun reflected off their metallic shells, casting a faint metallic glow. Like migrating birds, they sped toward Washington at supersonic speeds, leaving behind trails of white smoke in their wake.

Atop the lead Sentinel's broad back, Magneto, sat cross-legged. He wore the special helmet designed by Apocalypse, and his full battle uniform, complete with a flowing gray cape, billowed majestically in the wind.

"We're almost there…" 

Magneto narrowed his eyes dangerously while gazing down at the city below. Skyscrapers, like towering iron mountains, rose from the ground and stretched upward, piercing the clouds.

"Washington, I've returned," Magneto muttered with a cold smile. Just then, a sharp whirring sound reached his ears.

Three modern Falcon fighter jets were speeding toward the group of Sentinels. As Magneto glanced in their direction, several missiles were fired, all aimed squarely at the Sentinels.

"They never learn, do they?" Magneto muttered under his breath. Without any visible effort, he waved his hand lightly in the direction of the missiles. Instantly, the missiles stopped in mid-air, reversed course, and hurtled back toward the Falcon jets.

The pilots were completely unprepared for this turn of events. Two of them reacted just in time— one dove downward, while the other pulled up sharply, barely avoiding the returning missiles.

The third pilot wasn't so lucky. The aircraft was caught in a crossfire of two missiles, unable to evade in time. It exploded into a fiery ball of wreckage, plummeting toward the ground.

"Number Three!" 

The remaining pilots cried out in despair. When they looked back toward the group of Sentinels, they saw Magneto sitting calmly on one of them. His presence struck fear into their hearts, turning their faces ghostly pale. One of them quickly radioed the ground control center:

"This is Air Force Falcon One. Number Three has been shot down by missiles. Magneto, the wanted criminal, is on one of the Sentinels! I repeat Magneto is with the Sentinels! Requesting permission to retreat to base!"

"Copy that, you are cleared to retreat to base," Came the response from the ground control center.

Without hesitation, the two remaining Falcon jets turned around and headed back to base.

Magneto's ability to control magnetic fields was well-known worldwide, but dealing with him was still a nightmare of the highest order. Modern human weaponry, from bullets to rocket missiles, was largely made of metal— against Magneto, they were about as useful as water pistols.

"Do you think you can run?" Magneto sneered coldly. Under his command, four Sentinels broke away from the group and accelerated toward the fleeing jets.

Within ten seconds, the Sentinels had caught up and destroyed the two Falcon jets, sending them crashing into the wilderness below, trailing thick black smoke.

The remaining Sentinels continued their unchallenged advance, flying over Washington. Below, crowds of citizens watched in fear and confusion as the massive machines entered the bustling heart of the city. Many of them were caught on camera, and their images were broadcast live on advertisement screens across the city.

With Magneto leading the Sentinel squadron, they soon reached the skies above the White House. 

By this time, military forces had already been deployed around the area. Special forces vehicles lined the nearby streets, and heavily armed soldiers had completely surrounded the White House. Helicopters patrolled the low skies, hovering back and forth.

**Inside the White House…**

The current President, along with a group of generals and Congressmen, nervously remained in the sealed third-floor hall of the White House. 

Scientist Trask seemed to sense something and looked up. The others followed his gaze and saw, through the window, the sight of Magneto floating in the air with a squad of Sentinels descending from the sky.

"Trask, those robots outside— are they the Sentinels you claimed were created to eliminate mutants?" The President fixed his gaze on Trask and spoke in a grave tone. "But now, those Sentinels are in the hands of a mutant, destroying our cities, killing our soldiers, and threatening our lives."

Trask lowered his head, unable to respond.

"I ask you, can our military handle those Sentinels?" The President asked with a heavy expression.

"Based on the Sentinels' combat capabilities, it would take at least fifty armed troops to eliminate a single Sentinel. But with more than a dozen of them..." Trask hesitated before sighing and admitting, "With the current military deployment, we don't stand a chance."

Hearing this conclusion, the faces of everyone in the hall turned pale.

"So, what you're saying is, we're just going to sit here and wait to die?" The President's face turned livid as he spoke and his fists clenched tightly.

Helicopters patrolling the low skies near the White House were forced to veer off course under the overwhelming magnetic repulsion as Magneto approached.

"They're here!" 

The armed soldiers stationed in front of the White House swiftly raised their specially designed firearms, aiming at the descending figure of Magneto.

"Oh? Non-metallic materials, I see." Magneto glanced thoughtfully at the soldiers and their weapons. He suddenly pressed his hands downward, and the soldiers collapsed like wheat being cut down.

"Even the human body contains trace amounts of metal! Unless you all want to turn your bodies into plastic." Magneto's expression remained cold as his boots touched the ground. 

In the past, he wouldn't have been able to achieve this. But with the power boost granted by Apocalypse, his control over magnetic fields had reached the level where he could manipulate every piece of metal in the area at will.

This was the magnetic domain, a power almost god-like.

Yet, even this seemingly invincible power had once been shattered— by a single punch from Caesar.

Just one punch.

A flicker of darkness passed through Magneto's eyes, but he quickly refocused. Clearing out the military forces around the White House, the twenty Sentinels hovered in low-altitude formation, surrounding the White House building entirely.

"Are you still not coming out?"

Seeing no response from inside the White House, Magneto shook his head and raised his hands. With a violent tremor, the entire roof of the White House was torn off by his magnetic field, exposing the third-floor meeting hall inside.

"Hmm?" Magneto frowned. The White House was completely empty— there was not a single person inside, not even a soldier or guard could be seen.

Yet moments ago, his magnetic field had clearly detected the presence of people inside.

Magneto turned around, and ten meters behind him, a burst of fiery red light flared up. Emerging from it were Logan, Quicksilver, Alex, and Azazel, all clad in their X-Men battle uniforms.

"It ends here, Erik," A female voice said from the third-floor hall of the White House. Magneto turned once more to see Raven, Hank, and Nightcrawler, also in X-Men uniforms, appearing in a burst of blue flames.

The X-Men team, from both the front and rear, had surrounded Magneto and his Sentinels.

(End of Chapter)

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