Alaska.
Relatively speaking, this is a desolate land, inaccessible.
The most famous thing here is the few remaining gold mines and sled dogs.
But few people know that in addition to Alaskan dogs, there is also a low-breed mutant race released to the earth by a group of gods named Arisom thousands of years ago.
Ikaris floated high in the sky and looked down. Under the thick layer of snow, in the deep lake that was frozen all year round, a large number of mutants were sleeping.
The 11 of them have spent thousands of years fighting these things, almost throughout the history of human civilization.
"What on earth are those things..." Ikaris's face was extremely ugly, and he stared down at the claw marks on his chest. The injury had long since healed, but the shock brought to him by the aliens still lingered for a long time.
This was the first time that Ikaris encountered a creature that looked so much like a mutant, and could grow rapidly like a mutant, but was completely different in nature from the mutants.
He was bathed in heavy snow.
At this time, the same figure flew over, not very fast, but his arrival was clearly brewing with a strong sense of oppression.
"Magneto?"
Ikaris frowned slightly. He paid attention to human history and naturally knew this human being. At the same time, he looked further away and found that a red figure was quickly teleporting more mutants.
"Red Devil?"
Ikaris's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he was confused.
Far away, the red devil raised his head, his eyes intertwined with Ikaris's, and he immediately revealed an intriguing smile.
During the Age of Apocalypse 4,000 years ago, the Red Devil was still one of Apocalypse's top soldiers. He has lived until modern society and has naturally seen all kinds of powerful individuals and witnessed many major historical events.
In the eyes of Ikaris, the Red Devil is more noteworthy than Magneto.
"Are you the Flying Man?"
Magneto flew not far away from Ikaris and spoke slowly. The first sentence made Ikaris unable to hold his nerve.
"Fly...what?"
"FIYMAN, that's what everyone calls you."
Magneto ignored the change in Ikaris's expression, unable to conceal his excitement, and asked quickly: "You are a member of the mutant tribe, right? How do you live to this day? Is it a long life, or is it time travel?"
"Magneto, pay attention to your wording. How can I, Ikaris, be a mutant!"
"There's no need to hide it, just forget it Duva, even SHIELD has confirmed that you are a mutant." Magneto said, a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes, and his vicious eyes carefully looked at Ikaris's body, from top to bottom. .
SHIELD is inclined to identify this guy.
Well, however, this strong body, graceful lines, and flawless skin... don't seem to be in line with the characteristics of the mutant race.
As you can tell from the name of the mutant race, the average level of the tribe is not as good as that of the Eternal tribe. Crazy genetic mutations have caused the appearance and abilities of this tribe to be all kinds of strange.
Ikaris's appearance is too beautiful.
Ikaris raised his voice: "I am an Eternal! I am an Eternal who is born pure, perfect, powerful, and free from genetic defects!"
"The Eternals?"
Magneto frowned, and the enthusiasm in his eyes cooled down: "I remember that the Eternals were just lost dogs that were beaten to death by mutants. How could you be an Eternal? You are an Eternal, how did you survive on earth? "
"What are you talking nonsense? Without us Eternals constantly hunting mutants, how could you humans on earth have lived so smoothly in the past few thousand years!" The anger in Ikaris's chest was ignited, "Mutants are just... A bunch of beasts that feed on humans, you’re so crazy that you actually have empathy for mutants?”
He wanted to kill Dua and the alien to vent his anger, but failed. The mutant in front of him came to the door inexplicably and told a bunch of unintelligible lies.
Ikaris is actually millions of years old, but his memory was washed away by Arissum time and time again and sent to various planets to perform missions. In fact, he only has memories of the thousands of years since he came to the earth, and the earth is even older. We don’t know much about its history, let alone that a group of Eternals escaped from the earth 20,000 years ago.
"That's such a pity. You are not a mutant. You are still full of prejudice and insulting mutants. You are a damn racist."
Magneto completely lost his patience: "Unfortunately, I happen to be the most extreme racist."
According to his temperament, it was already rare for him to have the patience to talk to this guy. After confirming that Ikaris was not the person he wanted, he was even more disappointed.
Eternals? What the Eternals can do, these worthless things can't do anything.
"Since you can survive to this day, there must be something special about you. Taking you down may give me a chance to find the real mutant race."
Magneto didn't talk nonsense. He was not a good-tempered person to begin with. He wanted to find his identity with the mutants, and he had nothing to say to the Eternals, so he immediately took action.
The powerful magnetic field suddenly erupted, and in Magneto's hands, like a well-behaved child, it enveloped Ikaris.
Ikaris is surprisingly furious. According to the behavior of their 11 Eternals, they will not easily interfere with human affairs in matters other than the mutant race.
But now, Ikaris really couldn't bear it anymore.
Phew!
Golden heat vision blasted out.
Magneto's face was stern, and he had obviously expected it. He raised his hand, and countless metals came from all directions, blocking this heated sight.
On the earth, magnetic fields are everywhere. Using magnetic fields to control metal minerals everywhere is undoubtedly the most time-saving and labor-saving way of fighting.
But when it comes to Eternals like Ikaris, Magneto is also using magnetic fields to interfere with Ikaris's form.
"Huh? You can fly at will without using the earth's magnetic field?" Magneto was very surprised.
"Using the planet's magnetic field can only make me feel a little more relaxed at best. How can I really rely on this kind of thing!"
Ikaris can fly by relying on the powerful energy running on himself. He can even fly out of the earth and fly in the universe with his flesh and blood body!
Well, like Captain Marvel.
The battle between the two strong men officially broke out.
Ikaris moved at high speed in the overwhelming metal cloud, its golden heat vision shooting everywhere, cutting all materials wherever it passed, and penetrating countless incoming metal minerals.
But Magneto's ability is not just about manipulating metal, he is also mobilizing magnetism to powerfully interfere with Ikaris's body's magnetic field.
An invisible energy network appeared, trapping Ikaris and compressing Ikaris's movement space.
"You're like a sparrow flying around. It's better to stay in a cage." Magneto said.
Ikaris kept moving his body, snorted coldly, feeling the discomfort coming from his body, and rushed high into the sky with his strong body, looking down at Magneto.
The next second, he rushed downwards, and Magneto retreated equally quickly. As far as the naked eye could see, countless materials were controlled by him, like a vast river, endlessly flowing towards Ikaris.
In all directions, the ground was shaking, as if the whole world was in turmoil.
The momentum was earth-shattering, but for a while, Magneto really couldn't take down the powerful Ikaris. It was easy to suppress Ikaris, but it would take some time to kill him.
"Give up, my people are already here, you have no way to escape." Magneto said.
A mutant exuding a powerful aura was quickly heading towards Ikaris.
"Escape? You actually want me to escape a second time?"
Ikaris's hair was messy, he gritted his teeth and sneered, and suddenly looked down at the broken ice lake: "I want to see who is going to escape next!"
