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In Las Vegas, outside the Hellfire Club's private lounge.
Raven, disguised as General Maxim, appeared with a group of mutant companions. At the same time, Lancelot's command sounded in her ear.
"Win glory for the House of Evolution."
It was only a single order, but Raven's expression immediately turned serious. She stopped, turned around, and relayed Lancelot's command to the mutants behind her.
"Obey, my King!"
"Long live our King!"
The mutants following Raven were all newly awakened, led by the toad-man Matthew Harlan and the fish-man Jack Yorkton.
"Paul, you are responsible for escorting Miss Raven back," Lancelot's eyes flashed crimson. In the next moment, the eyes of all the House of Evolution agents surrounding Raven also turned red.
Geass: Rampage Mode.
In this mode, Lancelot could see everything these people saw and could also transmit commands remotely through Geass.
"I obey, my King," Paul's tactical squad replied calmly. Under Geass Rampage Mode, all soldiers possessed absolute rationality and ignored pain.
Raven left under Paul's escort. Just as she departed, a cloud of red mist appeared on the street, and the Hellfire Club's Red Devil materialized in midair.
"Trying to leave?" Azazel glanced at Raven's vehicle and prepared to teleport.
However, before he could do so, a swift tongue suddenly wrapped around his body.
Snap.
The tongue recoiled like a spring. Caught off guard, Azazel was dragged down and slammed hard into the ground.
"This won't work," Matthew Harlan the Toad said indifferently, looking at the Red Devil on the ground and shaking his head.
Bang.
Azazel suddenly turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished from the ground. When he reappeared, he was already back in front of Sebastian Shaw.
"Let Maxim escape," Azazel said awkwardly, his forehead already bruised purple, as he looked at Shaw helplessly.
"Escape?" Sebastian Shaw frowned slightly, but did not blame him. He simply nodded.
"Now, my mutant brothers, let us unleash your power," Shaw said calmly. He had already sensed that familiar metallic fluctuation, and his expression grew solemn as he faced Azazel, Riptide, and the dragonfly girl.
Rumble.
As Shaw finished speaking, the entire private club instantly lifted from the ground and rose into the air. On the street below, only terrified human dancers remained.
"Get out of here." A powerful psychic force spread out, and the panicked dancers and nearby civilians scattered in all directions.
A few minutes later, only mutants remained.
"Eric, my child. Why are you so impolite when you see your teacher?" Sebastian Shaw said softly, gazing with interest at Magneto floating in midair.
"Sebastian Shaw!" Magneto slowly descended, hatred filling his eyes. He waved his hands repeatedly as metal fragments rapidly spread through the air.
"Die!" Magneto unleashed his full power. The metal above him fell like meteors, carrying magnetic force and gravity as they crashed toward Shaw.
"Eric, you still haven't learned to control your mutant ability. You disappoint me," Shaw said, arms crossed, ignoring the metal striking him. His eyes were full of disappointment.
Rumble.
Countless metal fragments fell like meteors. Yet no matter how terrifying their kinetic energy, once they hit Shaw, they were like mud sinking into the sea—losing all energy and falling harmlessly to the ground.
Sebastian Shaw, the Black King, was a true Level Five mutant. His special ability—absorbing and storing energy—made him immune to all attacks.
Magnetic energy, electrical energy, kinetic energy, potential energy—any form of energy could be absorbed.
To Shaw, Magneto's assault was nothing more than a way to replenish his own power.
"Eric, join me. I will properly develop your abilities," Shaw even had time to invite him.
"Fuck you, damn it!" Magneto responded with hysterical curses—and an even more terrifying metal storm.
"So weak. Too weak." The insults darkened Shaw's expression completely. He raised his right foot and stomped hard.
Rumble.
A blinding energy explosion erupted from Shaw's center, waves of energy surging outward. Cars, ground, and ruined buildings were all reduced to ashes.
Magneto was blasted upside down, his entire body embedded in a massive iron plate high in the air.
"Cough… is this the Black King's power?" Magneto stared in terror at Shaw standing proudly beneath him.
In that instant, I was terrified.
I had already imagined Shaw's strength as much as possible, yet I had still underestimated him.
"No." After the panic came endless fury. Magneto's clothes trembled as his metal-controlling power erupted through overdrive.
Crack, crack, crack.
Metal buried underground surged upward. The earth rolled like a giant dragon. Countless metals formed massive tentacles that lashed out and seized Shaw.
"Indeed, he's a master of spectacle. Even though Magneto has pushed his mutant ability to the limit, in terms of sheer presence, he is still Magneto." Inside the CIA headquarters, Lancelot watched the clash between Magneto and Sebastian Shaw with great interest.
Even Lancelot couldn't help admiring the enormous metal tentacles Magneto had created.
"But relying solely on metal control still falls short in front of Shaw," Lancelot shook his head slightly. He was far more optimistic about Shaw's strength than Magneto's.