At this moment, Fenric stood like a figure beyond mortal comprehension.
It might have been an exaggeration to call him a god—but his methods of attack and the sheer intensity of his power left no room for doubt. He already rivaled the gods.
Only gods could command lightning, summon the sea, and create tornadoes.
Countless Sentinel robots had been swallowed by the colossal whirlwind, their twisted metal bodies torn apart inside the storm.
Fortunately, they were not human. They had no fear. If an army of flesh and blood had suffered such catastrophic losses, they would have broken long ago. But the Sentinels, devoid of emotion, continued their mission without hesitation, never retreating, never faltering.
From a purely military perspective, that was the advantage of intelligent machines—
They knew no fear of death.
Even so, Fenric's onslaught—tsunami, thunder, tornado—had annihilated nearly two-thirds of their forces. Only a third remained.
The machines, however, were not without intelligence. They quickly recalculated, recognizing the deadly range of the giant storm. Their strategy shifted. Splitting their forces, they began to encircle Fenric from both flanks, bypassing the tornado entirely.
Fenric narrowed his eyes, then slowly released the mental grip sustaining the storm.
After all, maintaining such destructive force drained his psychic strength. Without his will to anchor it, the monstrous tornado veered off, spinning violently toward the distance, destination unknown.
"Prepare for battle!"
"We can't let them break through the plan!"
On the ground, the mutants rallied at once.
Iceman became a towering sculpture of frost, radiating lethal cold. Pyro's body blazed into a humanoid inferno. Wolverine unsheathed his gleaming adamantium claws with a metallic snikt.
Storm and Magneto both rose into the air, power gathering as they readied themselves for the next clash.
"You all, step back."
A calm but commanding voice cut through the tension. "If you stay close, I might hurt you by mistake."
The mutants froze, startled, and turned to Fenric.
"Does this man… still have an even greater power?" Storm whispered, her face pale.
She had never seen anything like him before. If someone like Fenric had appeared earlier, could the Sentinels have even existed in the first place? And now, judging by his words… was he about to reveal something even more terrifying?
Is he even human…?
The other mutants said nothing, but unease rippled through them. Instinctively, some shifted their stances, ready to flee if necessary.
Fenric ignored their reactions. His eyes remained locked on the advancing Sentinels. His voice dropped into a murmur, as if speaking to himself:
"I've never truly known how strong I'd become if I used that technique. Today… I'll find out."
With those words, Fenric closed his eyes.
The next instant, his body erupted in change.
A dark, eerie miasma spilled from him, swallowing the air around him. Flames then surged outward, spreading in a blazing circle nearly twenty meters wide. Within that inferno, even the very air seemed to ignite.
This was no ordinary fire—it was flame from the depths of hell.
A Sentinel lunged forward, entering the burning circle. The moment its frame touched the inferno, its body was consumed. In seconds, nothing remained but a charred skeleton of scrap that crumbled into the fire.
"!!!"
The mutants' scalps tingled in horror.
And then—armor appeared.
From the flames, dragon-shaped plates of molten metal formed and wrapped around Fenric's body. In a blink, he stood fully encased, like a warlord forged in the fires of the underworld. His presence alone seemed to shake the heavens.
If anyone familiar with the game Honor of King had been present, they would have recognized his form instantly—it was the spitting image of "Kaizer" unleashing his ultimate skill.
[Note: That's what the armor look like but it should be dark and more sinister armor. Can't find the right one.]
Fenric's eyes snapped open.
Twin scarlet flames burned within his gaze, so bright and sharp that every mutant below felt their hearts skip a beat.
An instinctive dread swept over them. It wasn't rational. It was primal—like the terror of prey caught in the eyes of a predator.
"Charles… what is this?" Magneto's voice trembled despite himself.
Professor X's expression grew solemn. "His origins… are far more complicated—and far more extraordinary—than we imagined."
High above, Fenric studied his armored hands, surprise flickering in his scarlet eyes.
The raw energy coursing through him was staggering.
"This power… it's overwhelming."
His immortal body enhanced his physique, strength, and agility fivefold—for twenty minutes.
Before, Fenric's strength attribute had been 598. Multiplied five times, it now soared to 2,990.
That was nearly three hundred times stronger than the average man.
What did such numbers even mean?
In the simplest terms: every movement, every gesture Fenric made now carried the weight of a thousand armies.
Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang weighed 13,500 jin. Fenric could lift it with ease.
This was no longer mortal strength. This was the might of a god.
"But… it lasts only twenty minutes," Fenric thought, his gaze sharpening. "And once it's used, the cooldown is twenty-four hours. Now I see why. The energy consumption is monstrous."
Even now, he could feel his stamina burning away, draining faster with every passing second. When the twenty minutes ended, he would collapse into weakness.
Fenric's fists clenched. His decision was made.
"In that case… I won't waste a single second."
He bent forward slightly, channeling his power. A white aura coiled around his fists, thick and crackling.
The mutants watched, frozen, as Fenric unleashed his strike—fists slamming into the air itself.
Boom—!
A deafening crack echoed.
It was as though the heavens themselves had been struck.
Before their eyes, space itself shattered. The void on either side of Fenric splintered like glass under his fists, fractures spiderwebbing outward in all directions.
Reality broke before his strength!