Chapter 638: Magneto King

The air solidified, and the farmer's eyes were full of fear when he looked at Magnus. All this counterintuitively made him unable to think.
Why does the heavy wood axe fly by itself? Why does this German guy seem to be planning to kill him? Why do losers have the guts?
He thought a lot, his weed-like beard almost froze on the axe, and the cold touch pulled him back to reality.
The blond young man was looking at him coldly, as if looking at a corpse: "I just want what I deserve."
"I will pay, all my money, please, don't kill me."
Magnus put down his hand. He just used his strength to fight for what he deserved. He didn't like killing. He had seen too many deaths.
"No, I only take what I deserve. This is fairness. I have no intention of hurting others."
Magnus took out a stack of change from the pocket of the farmer, counted the amount he deserved, and then took the floating axe and took it out of the air.
It was getting late, so he had to hurry up to buy food in the town. The village only had corn and potatoes, and he couldn't let his daughter eat these for a long time.
He was going to buy some cheese, sausages and other things, but in winter because of the bad road conditions, he could only walk there on his two legs.
This takes a lot of time.
He left the farm, took a trip home, told his wife where he was going, and then kissed his sleeping daughter.
The road is not easy to walk. Ukraine in winter is also a nightmare for any pedestrian. Not to mention the snow poured into the shoes, the cold wind alone can turn people into popsicles.
The planned economy system naturally has its shortcomings, that is, if there is only a ruble and no ‘rationed share’, to buy what you want, you often need to pass some ‘magical power’ people and you need more rubles.
The black household does not have a rationed share, which is why he must be paid in full. He needs more money to buy fewer goods.
After spending more time, Magnus finally achieved his goal. He bought cheese and sausage for his daughter, and bought a fuchsia turban for Magda, which he needed in winter.
There is also a bag of wheat. This bag of grain has taken him a lot of effort. His Russian is not very good, and the people here, as he said, are somewhat ‘conservative’
But when everything was ready, he felt that his efforts were worthwhile, and his home was safe again. There is a stove and food, and it can last a long time before winter passes.
It was already dark, and the darkness made everything around him appear colder. He couldn't even afford a flashlight, so he could only use the moonlight to drive deep and shallow.
He carried a sack and walked the way home, but when he was still far away from home, when climbing a hill, he saw a scene that shocked him.
His hut, his home is burning.
He dropped the food and ran to his house frantically. As the distance got closer and closer, he saw many people surrounding his house.
But these people are not here to fight the fire. On the contrary, they have torches, sickles, pitchforks and the like in their hands.
Adults, children, old people, surrounded the burning house, with smiles on their faces, as if they were attending a carnival.
"Magda! No!" With his feet slipping, he fell to his knees, not only did not eat dinner, all this seemed to take away his strength, but he still crawled towards the burning house.
The villagers found him. The expressions on their faces were as wonderful as the theater, but after the colorful past, they all changed into malicious smiles.
"Why is it still alive?"
"Evil creature!"
"Get your knife, Ivan."
"It must be a wizard. If he doesn't cut off his head and burn it, he will entangle the whole village!"
The village names swarmed up, pressed Magnus to the ground, fixed his limbs, and cocked his head as if preparing to kill a pig.
"Here, this position, Ivan, come and cut its neck."
"Here, kill a German wizard, maybe you can exchange his corpse for a medal."
Watching the big man like a bear walk towards him, Magnus gradually recovered from the fear of losing his family, replaced by endless anger and killing intent.
In the concentration camp, he lost his parents and pushed them into the crematorium. The flames before him today reminded him of the cold reality.
He was not looking at the knife in front of him, the knife approaching his neck, on the contrary, his eyes were always on the hut not far away.
Utopia does not exist, and it is never a way to escape. He has only one way left at this time, which is to fight for justice for himself!
Magnus is very smart, but in the past there were not many opportunities to learn, and it would be difficult for anyone to escape from a concentration camp to be so smart.
Claustrophobia, intensive phobia, persecution delusions, rickets, visual and auditory hallucinations, etc., all happen to prisoners.
But he learned what he should learn, that is, when the abnormal Dr. Nazi was doing experiments on him, he kept chanting words.
He learned his abilities, and learned how to kill, easier than he thought.
When the strong man approached him with a knife, Magnus spoke, not begging for mercy or begging, nor did he call his wife's name again, but said in an unusually calm tone:
"The human body contains about three to four grams of iron. These trace metals work continuously to enable oxygen to be transmitted throughout the body."
"Huh? What is this? Some kind of spell?" The brawny man with the knife smiled and asked the people around him, and the people around also responded with laughter.
But the people holding Magnus let go because they couldn't hold him.
The ground shook violently, and a huge trench appeared, tearing the snow mixed with ashes, exposing the black ground below.
Countless black particles gathered to form a small disc, holding Magnus out of thin air.
Magnus raised his hands flat and stood in the air like God is coming. He curled his fingers slightly and sucked the iron element out of everyone's body completely.
"Without iron, there is no oxygen."
All the people present seemed to have their necks caught by the invisible big hands, and their complexions instantly turned blue. In fact, the ability of red blood cells to combine with oxygen is deprived. This method of killing is faster than mechanical asphyxiation.
People immediately began to vomit, then the seven orifices bleed, curled up on the snow like bugs, regardless of gender.
And Magnus just floated quietly ~EbookFREE.me~ watching them die quickly and silently.
He can easily erase all the defenders in a concentration camp alone, just as easily as crushing a few ants. They are heavily armed soldiers, and these mobs are now worse than ants.
This is a world where you will be killed if you don't kill.
Human beings are really fragile and ignorant, but this is not anyone's fault. The fault is the world. He must correct the world and prevent his tragedy from repeating itself.
He landed slowly on the ground, looked at the burning hut, and stood quietly for a while.
"There is no more Magnus."
He said to himself like this, black metal powder gathered from the corpse to form a small dish, holding some of the ashes of the room and sending it to him, he twisted a little with his fingers and put it in his pocket, and the rest was Let them drift away in the wind.
"Only Magneto."
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