Magneto's frustration ca from the fact that his ability was being restrained to a large extent.
Of course, that restraint only applied in certain areas.
Magneto still had other thods. His ability was far too comprehensive, and far too abnormal.
And so, after being pushed to the point of rage, Magneto no longer cared about the threat of that unknown existence who had dragged him into this spatial dinsion without even showing himself.
Magneto descended to the ground. The entire district, and even half of San Juan, had already been reduced to ruins.
The destructive force of the battle between the two sides was simply too great.
Especially Magneto. In order to control tal, he had drawn on all the tallic iron elents throughout the entire city, causing the structures of buildings to collapse instantly.
Under the shockwaves from the battle and the scattered Tempest Kick slashes flying everywhere, the ground was covered with pits of every size, along with dense cracks that stretched for a hundred ters, or even several hundred ters.
Several soldiers didn't know what Magneto was planning to do, but they knew they could not give him even a mont to catch his breath.
Their highly disciplined training produced excellent team coordination and unity.
This was the direction Reacher had always promoted and enforced, because he was a soldier and this was the style he had inherited.
Especially for the Astartes Warband, who served as the vanguard and spearhead on the battlefield. Teamwork was the most important factor.
As for Natasha, who led the Raven Warband, she was not a soldier but originally a spy.
Spies emphasized solo operations focused on infiltration and assassination.
The Raven Warband should have followed this style.
However, although the two warbands had different roles, their training was the sa.
Everyone trained together, so why keep stressing different directions? Naturally, they trained together and complented each other.
Reacher and Natasha, the two Warband Commander, had passed on the combat styles they were best at.
So whether it was the Astartes or the Raven Warband s, both were equally outstanding in coordination and solo combat. There would be no mistakes in cooperation just because they were fighting as a group.
On the contrary, the two warband were as if they shared one mind, working together with great tacit understanding.
In battle, they would often beco the most reliable backing for their nearby comrades. Once a gap appeared in the fight, they would imdiately fill it.
This was also one of the reasons Magneto felt so stifled.
Under their airtight pattern of attack, Magneto simply could not find an opening and break them one by one, because the two warbands were a single whole.
However, when Magneto erupted with his full strength, he finally displayed the terror of one of the strongest mutants.
Standing on the ground, Magneto looked expressionlessly at the few soldiers in front of him and the others attacking from behind. He spread his hands, and a ripple spread out.
It was as if ti froze in place.
The next instant.
Boom!!
A terrifying crimson domain unfolded. The structure of the surrounding force field changed in an instant, and surging gravity pressed down across several hundred ters like a heavy mountain.
Within that domain, a large section of the earth sank.
The broken stones, glass, and everything else on the ground were crushed to powder under the terrifying gravity.
The charging steps of the soldiers from the two warbands ca to an abrupt halt. Reacher, Roscoe, Neagley, and the others all changed expressions and stood frozen in place, unable to move.
Their faces flushed red, and their bones gave off crisp sounds as they were compressed under the gravity.
"His... this gravity!"
Reacher stood less than fifty ters away from Magneto, staring hard at him, his expression filled with disbelief.
Reacher and the others were no strangers to gravity.
Gravity training was part of their daily routine. It was precisely because of the gravity zones Matthew had created for training that their physiques had grown so quickly.
At present, the highest multiplier still had not exceeded twenty tis.
But the gravity field Magneto had created now had completely surpassed that number.
Although the magic runes on the combat windbreakers they wore provided so effect and weakened part of the pressure from the gravity, they were still restricted and unable to move.
They turned their eyes toward Magneto.
Magneto was also going all out. This was an ability he had developed a few years ago that allowed him to change the gravity field around him.
When Magneto was young, he had been illiterate, soone who only knew how to develop his ability by instinct. Because of what had happened to his people, he had also taken revenge against the Arican governnt and others.
For a very long ti afterward, he allowed his ability to grow wildly, without carefully refining or studying it.
It was only after he entered his forties that he suddenly began to study how to develop his power properly.
Later, he no longer relied solely on magnetism to control tal. Instead, he gradually developed extensions of his power, including electromagnetic energy, energy fields, using magnetism to strengthen his flesh and improve his physical qualities and lifespan.
And now, there was also the ability to alter the gravitational field.
He was improving as well.
And his progress was great.
It was just that he had not been developing the gravitational-field ability for very long. In the simplest nurical terms, its limit was roughly within eighty tis normal gravity. Exceeding eighty tis would place an extrely serious burden on his body.
His body would be damaged.
But for now, it was enough.
At least it had a sufficient effect on the people in front of him.
However, while in full output mode, although Reacher and the other soldiers could not move, Magneto himself also could not move. He had to focus all his concentration on maintaining the altered gravity field.
Yet, to Magneto's shock, even though he had gone all out…
Under roughly eighty tis gravity, anyone should have been crushed flat.
However, these people were only suffering greatly and unable to move.
Their bodies had clearly reached their limits. The sounds of bones being squeezed and cracking reached his ears, but overall, it had not reached a lethal level.
"Damn it... I can't... move."
Neagley held her beloved RSh-12 assault revolver in one hand. The gun, which originally weighed 2.58 kilograms, now felt like she was gripping sothing over two hundred kilograms.
That in itself would not have been much, but one had to understand that Neagley was under the suppression of eighty tis gravity.
The pressure brought by holding it far exceeded the simple increase in weight from the multiplier.
Her breathing grew rapid. Neagley tried to move her body, but even a slight shift caused her expression to change drastically. Her bones let out piercing cracking sounds like a domino effect.
She was on the verge of dropping to one knee, but Neagley gritted her teeth and stubbornly held herself up, refusing to kneel.
Instead, she straightened her body, standing perfectly upright.
The only people who could make her kneel were her deceased grandfather and, now, only one other person—Matthew.
Magneto?
Not a chance.
The rest of the soldiers were the sa.
While they struggled to resist, everyone was also rapidly thinking about how to break the situation.
For a ti, the two sides actually fell into a stalemate.
Magneto swept his gaze across the soldiers in front of him. Seeing those firm faces, and Neagley, who refused to kneel even as the bones throughout her body shattered, he unexpectedly felt admiration deep in his heart.
Aside from his old friend Charles, he had rarely felt such emotion.
Now it appeared again.
Although they stood as enemies, Magneto had no choice but to admit that these people were true soldiers, worthy of respect.
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