X-GENE OMNITRIX-Chapter 60: XGO - 56.5

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Without another word, Magneto floated from the still-open ramp of the Blackbird, his dark cape billowing dramatically behind him like the wings of an avenging deity of metal and magnetism. He descended towards the battlefield with regal, unhurried grace, a conductor arriving to lead his orchestra of chaos. The moment his boots touched the frozen, blood-soaked ground, the earth responded to its master. Metal shrapnel from the destroyed tanks and aircraft, discarded weapons, twisted girders from shattered bunkers, even the steel reinforcing bars from the pulverized concrete foundations of destroyed buildings, ripped themselves from the ground with violent, tearing shrieks. They swirled around him, forming a deadly, ever-shifting shield of razor-sharp debris and an arsenal of lethal, magnetically guided projectiles, each piece humming with deadly potential.

"At least on this, Death Bringer," Magneto broadcast, his voice amplified by his power, cutting through the din of battle, reaching Alex's consciousness within Megatron's commanding mind, a grudging acknowledgment of shared destructive purpose and a mutual enemy. "We can finally agree. These arrogant humans understand only one language! The language of overwhelming, undeniable force! The language of fear!"

He thrust his hands forward, and a wave of twisted, razor-sharp metal – shrapnel from Ross's own destroyed war machines, now turned against their creators – scythed through a formation of advancing, terrified soldiers. Their screams were cut short as armor and flesh were torn asunder with brutal, impersonal efficiency, bodies flung through the air like chaff in a hurricane.

In the sky above, the aerial ballet of death continued. Starscream cackled with maniacal glee as he effortlessly outmaneuvered a volley of desperate surface-to-air missiles, his null rays disabling the pursuing human fighter jets, sending them spiraling into the distant, snow-capped mountainsides in spectacular, blossoming fireballs of orange and black smoke. "Fools! Did you truly believe your primitive, earth-bound toys could challenge the might of Starscream, future leader of the Decepticons? Your efforts are as pathetic as your insignificant lives!" Thundercracker, more stoic but no less deadly, unleashed focused sonic booms that shattered cockpit canopies and disoriented pilots, sending their multi-million dollar aircraft tumbling out of control to crash in fiery ruin. Skywarp, true to his treacherous, unpredictable nature, teleported erratically through the dogfight, appearing behind unsuspecting enemy aircraft to deliver crippling, fatal energy blasts at point-blank range before vanishing in a puff of purple smoke, his mocking laughter echoing through the chaos.

Soundwave's cassettes were wreaking untold havoc on the terrified ground forces. Ravage, a sleek, panther-like robot with glowing red optics and diamond-sharp claws, moved like a silent, deadly shadow, tearing through communication lines, disabling command vehicles, and savaging isolated, terrified soldiers with terrifying, brutal efficiency. Rumble transformed into his piledriver mode, his massive, piston-like arms slamming into the earth with rhythmic, ground-shaking force, sending localized shockwaves through the permafrost that cracked building foundations, collapsed defensive trenches, and toppled reinforced watchtowers, burying soldiers alive under tons of rock and ice. Laserbeak, a metallic bird of prey with razor-sharp wings, soared overhead, firing precision lasers from his optics that disabled targeting systems on automated turrets, incinerated fleeing soldiers, and sowed widespread confusion and terror among the human defenders.

Shockwave, ever the pragmatist, systematically targeted the facility's main power grid and primary defensive emplacements. Each blast from his powerful, purple laser cannon was precise, devastating, calculated for maximum strategic impact, delivered with cold, emotionless, terrifying efficiency. "Resistance is illogical," his monotone, synthesized voice echoed calmly, unnervingly, amidst the explosions, the screams, and the general pandemonium. "Surrender and your processing into inert matter will be... marginally less painful."

General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross watched from the relative safety of his reinforced command bunker, his face, usually a mask of stern, unwavering control, now ashen, his eyes wide and bloodshot with a mixture of disbelief, impotent rage, and a dawning, chilling horror. His meticulously planned defenses, the pride of the U.S. military's black budget operations, the culmination of years of research and billions of dollars, were crumbling into chaos and ruin within mere minutes. This wasn't a battle; it was a slaughter. An invasion by forces so far beyond his comprehension, so alien and overwhelmingly powerful, they might as well have been gods of destruction descending from a wrathful, indifferent sky.

"Where did they COME from?!" he roared at his terrified, cowering aides, slamming his fist on the console hard enough to make the holographic monitors jump and flicker. "What are they?! Get me air support from Peterson! Scramble every available squadron! I want nuclear authorization on standby! Get the President on the line! NOW!"

"Sir," a trembling communications officer stammered, his face slick with sweat, his eyes darting fearfully towards the monitors displaying the carnage outside, "we're... we're losing contact with Peterson Air Force Base. Their long-range comms just went dead. And... sir... the Decepticons... they are the air support."

Ross stared at the main holographic screen, at the impossible, cataclysmic battle raging outside, at the giant, sentient alien robots tearing his army, his fortress, his entire worldview apart with contemptuous, effortless ease. He saw Magneto, a mutant he had hunted for decades, a creature he despised, now an avenging angel of metallic death, orchestrating a symphony of destruction using the wreckage of Ross's own war machines. This wasn't just a mission failure. This was an extinction-level event, a nightmare made real, and he, General Thaddeus "Thunderbolt" Ross, had brought it down upon them all by underestimating his enemy, by poking a hornet's nest the size of a small moon.

The X-Men and the remaining Brotherhood members watched from the relative safety of the hovering Blackbird, stunned into a rare, unified silence by the sheer, overwhelming destructive power Alex had so casually, so devastatingly, unleashed. Jean's hand was pressed hard against her mouth, her mind reeling, struggling to process the psychic cacophony of the battlefield—the raw terror and agony of the dying soldiers, the cold, alien, almost emotionless thoughts of the Decepticons, the burning, righteous rage of Magneto, and Alex's own chillingly focused, almost gleeful, battle-lust. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"By the Eternal Goddess..." Storm whispered, her usual regal composure completely shattered, her control over the elements momentarily forgotten as she witnessed a level of focused, targeted destruction she had only ever unleashed herself in her most desperate, world-threatening moments.

Beast could only stare, his brilliant scientific mind struggling to categorize, to comprehend, the impossible reality unfolding below. "Sentient, transforming, alien war machines... duplicated from a single, silicon-based, sound-manipulating lifeform... the energy readings are... astronomical. The sheer bio-energetic conversion required... it defies all known principles of physics and biology. It's... it's magnificent and terrifying."

"He didn't just kick the door down," Quill muttered from beside Anole, her usual bravado gone, replaced by a quiet, almost fearful awe that bordered on reverence. "He vaporized the whole damn building... and then used the rubble to redecorate the entire goddamn state."

The battle for Alkali Lake had begun, not with a strategic strike or a covert infiltration, but with an apocalypse of Alex's making. And as Megatron's fusion cannon, with a contemptuous laugh that seemed to echo directly from Alex's mind, vaporized another heavily reinforced section of the main dam wall, revealing the dark, gaping, subterranean entrance to William Stryker's hidden laboratories, it was chillingly clear that the fight to save mutantkind had just entered a terrifying, unpredictable, and monumentally destructive new phase. The world, whether it knew it yet or not, would never be the same.