Mid-air, Ron reached into his pocket. Google search to read.
"I've prepared a secret weapon especially for you."
"Oh? What do you plan to pull out of that pocket of yours?
A large-yield nuclear bomb, or a planet-destroying cannon from a sci-fi novel?"
As he attacked, Black King chuckled dismissively, not caring.
That small pocket looked like it could barely fit a pen.
"Its power can't even penetrate a piece of paper, but it's enough to deal with you."
Turning to dodge the nuclear energy rays, which were hot enough to destroy anything in the World, Ron pulled out a pen-shaped object from his Arms.
"Mr. Shaw, please look here."
Whoosh!
As the friendly words fell, an intense, blinding light suddenly flared from above the silver pen.
"Ah… my eyes."
Like a White Sun rising before his eyes, under the extremely dazzling light, Black King suddenly couldn't see anything. He instinctively closed his eyes, raised his hand to block, and tears streamed from his eyes.
"A strong light that can directly blind people will only make you temporarily blind, but it's already enough."
Instantly flying behind the temporarily blinded Black King, Ron yanked his helmet off.
"Give it back to me, give me back my helmet!"
Caught off guard and losing his helmet, Black King roared, turned around, and swept nuclear energy rays backward, covering a thousand meters, which Ron easily dodged.
"You can manipulate very powerful energy, but unfortunately, your other aspects are only marginally better than ordinary people."
This is also why Black King's frontal attack capability is almost on par with Homelander, but his ability only requires 120,000 ability points, while Homelander needs hundreds of thousands.
His voice was full of contempt as he bid farewell to the ambitious man who had failed in his attempt to ignite a hot war.
"Goodbye, Black King."
The helmet on Black King's head was made for him by the Soviet Union using special materials and techniques, allowing him to be immune to all psychic invasions.
The most powerful psychic on Earth had no way to deal with him.
But now it was different.
"No…"
Opening his eyes, he could only see a vast expanse of White, as Black King, seemingly realizing what was about to happen, cried out unwillingly.
Professor X, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately moved to invade his brain. He suddenly became motionless in mid-air, no longer emitting strong heat and radiation, like a stone statue, falling into the sea.
"Shaw, this is what you wanted!"
Another person had been waiting for a long time. Magneto shouted his enemy's name with hatred. A Nazi-issued coin appeared in his palm and shot out at supersonic speed.
When he was a child, Black King told him to move this coin, or he would kill his mother. He, who had just awakened his ability, failed to do so, leading to his mother's death.
Now, he would 'move' this coin, which he hadn't moved more than ten years ago, to kill Black King, just as Black King wished!
Unfortunately, he was a step too late.
Splat, a scarlet Cyclops ray swept across, separating Black King's head from his body.
Then the coin passed through Black King's head.
The body fell into the sea.
Black King's ability was not a passive ability, but an active one. Although it wasn't difficult to maintain, he needed to remain conscious to do so.
Without his ability, he was just an ordinary person.
"Mother, I have avenged you."
Kneeling on the iron sheet, a tear streamed from Magneto's eye as he whispered silently. More than ten years had passed, and the enemy who killed his mother was finally dead.
Although he couldn't kill Shaw with his own hands and was a step too late, he felt great regret in his heart. The anger and hatred that had been suppressed for so long were not fully released in one go.
However, he knew he couldn't blame Ron, after all, Black King was too strong, and he had to be killed immediately.
"Ah ah ah…!"
Inside the Blackbird Fighter, Professor X screamed in agony and collapsed to the ground. Invading Black King's brain, he felt the same as Black King in the last moments before Black King's death.
First, the pain caused by radiation, followed by the Cyclops's beheading, and then the coin piercing his brain…
The series of intense pains almost made him collapse.
"Charles, what's wrong with you!"
Moira quickly embraced the pale Professor X, shouting worriedly.
"It's okay, it's over, it's all over."
His entire body was soaked with cold sweat from the pain, and he collapsed weakly into her arms. Professor X weakly smiled.
He didn't explain, but smiled with relief that the crisis had finally passed and the World War III had not broken out.
"Ron saved the World, and ended everything."
On the other side, Raven, who had been worried about Ron, showed joy on her face, letting out a sigh of relief.
"No, it's not over yet."
But before the others could catch their breath, Hank, who was piloting the plane in the cockpit, had a grim expression and a solemn tone.
Reflected in the cockpit glass, massive warships weighing tens of thousands of tons turned their heavy cannons.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
After deafening cannon fire, dense missiles trailing long White exhaust trails flew through the air at astonishing speed.
The missiles were fired by the two super fleets that Ron and the others had just desperately saved!
Hundreds of missiles were enough to easily flatten a medium-sized island.
A few aimed at Alex and the other person on the island, a dozen aimed at the Blackbird Fighter, and the most remaining were all aimed at Ron and Magneto, especially Ron who had displayed power that terrified them.
Ron watched expressionlessly, unsurprised, and slowly put on Black King's helmet, retreating to Magneto's side.
"Ron, I once told Charles that even if we save the World, in their eyes, there will be no difference between us and Shaw."
Standing on the thick iron sheet, Magneto's eyes showed uncontrollable murderous intent and rage as he recalled his past conversation with Professor X.
The emotions that had been suppressed for many years, which he couldn't release earlier, seemed to find an outlet, erupting against the two fleets and humanity.
"Now you see, I was right.
Man's first instinct towards the unknown and uncontrollable is fear and destruction!"
"How wonderful, the two sides, who were just at loggerheads and ready to destroy each other and each other's lands, suddenly united with great understanding."
Hovering in mid-air, ignoring the missiles as if they were just air, Ron looked coldly at the two fleets a few miles away and clapped his hands.
Although he had known this might happen, seeing it for real still made him surprised by the boldness and stupidity of these people.
Not to mention the power he displayed, did they not see Magneto pull a nuclear submarine from the seabed?
Or did their missiles have foresight and were made of plastic?
"The disparities among humans are truly incomprehensible."
"Stop."
The next second, Magneto said in a low voice, extending his palm as if giving an irresistible command.
All the missiles were easily restrained and suspended in mid-air by a powerful electromagnetic force.
"Stupid, corrupt old humanity—should be destroyed!"
He shouted loudly, his eyes chilling, and manipulated the missiles to turn around, aiming at the direction they came from, which was where the two fleets were located, and shot them back at high speed.
"Old humanity?"
Hearing this, Ron raised an eyebrow.
Not being able to personally avenge himself had indeed affected Magneto somewhat.
He was originally a Mutant racist, but at most, he would call ordinary humans "Neanderthals destined to be eliminated by nature."
Now it was different; he directly called them "old humanity" that should be destroyed.
"No, Eric, the people on the fleet, they are just following orders."
Professor X, helped up by Moira, quickly and anxiously persuaded Magneto through the loudspeaker, then said to Ron.
"Ron, quickly stop Eric!"