Chapter 200: The Most Powerful Mutant? It’s Him!

Rochester.

At the heart of the city center.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
RATATATATAT!

The thunder of explosions and gunfire echoed relentlessly.

Seven Decepticons rampaged through what used to be a bustling downtown, now reduced to crumbling ruins. They engaged the front lines of the U.S. military in a brutal firefight.

Scattered across the torn-up streets lay the wreckage of overturned tanks, tactical assault vehicles, and armored transports.

This was all the military had left.

Even a superpower like the U.S. had no better weapons available to counter the Decepticons. These were the only tools that could pose even a sliver of threat.

BOOM! BOOM!

Three remaining tanks fired repeatedly, trying to land a hit on the Decepticons—giant machines that, despite their size, moved with the agility of jungle predators.

SWISH! SWISH!

Supporting squads launched volley after volley of rockets and missiles, determined to slow the alien invaders.

“Who knew humans—such a weak species—could build weapons like these?” one Decepticon sneered as it danced around the blasts with ease.

“Isn’t that what makes this fun?” another replied, casually blasting an incoming missile midair with a plasma cannon.

BOOM! The missile detonated harmlessly, far from its mark.

Not a scratch on them.

“Alright, stop wasting time. Rattlesnake, you’re up. Wipe them out.”

The order came from a towering Decepticon, his armor gleaming silver and white. Clearly, he was the one in charge—Bonecrusher.

“You’re such a buzzkill, Bonecrusher. I was just getting started.”

Rattlesnake muttered in annoyance, but didn't hesitate. His mechanical body began to shift and transform rapidly—into a massive, three-headed metal serpent.

With a rumble, he drilled into the ground.

His segmented body spun like a giant drill, burrowing straight into the street like it was butter.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ground trembled and bulged. A moving wave of upheaved asphalt tore toward a nearby tank.

“Watch out! It’s coming again!”

“Fall back! Fall back now!”

Soldiers screamed as the wave surged forward—too fast to outrun.

A second later, three enormous metal heads burst from the ground, striking the tank like battering rams and sending it flying several meters through the air before it crashed down in a mangled heap.

Scrap metal.

“Shit!”

Colonel Atkins, commander of the unit, paled. His scalp tingled. The tank—one of their best assets—had just been flipped like a toy.

How the hell were they supposed to win this?

BOOM!

Another barrage of cannon fire lit up the battlefield. Soldiers were tossed like ragdolls, their blood staining the shattered concrete.

Meanwhile, their own missiles were dodged, blocked, or absorbed—barely leaving a dent in the enemy.

It was a slaughter.

Everyone knew how this would end.

Just like the other battles against the Decepticons—it would end in complete annihilation for the human forces.

Still, no one retreated.

Even if it meant dying to the last man, they stood their ground. Every soldier here had accepted that they wouldn’t survive.

“Alright, Rattlesnake. Two tanks left. Finish the job. Everyone else, it’s time to stop playing around. Let’s clean up.”

Bonecrusher’s command was cold and final.

With most of the heavy resistance neutralized, it was time for a full assault.

The Decepticons snapped to attention, energized.


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WHOOSH—

A heavy, distant sonic boom broke through the chaos.

Everyone—Decepticons and soldiers alike—froze.

They all recognized that sound.

Aircraft incoming.

All eyes turned to the sky.

Sure enough, a small black dot streaked through the clouds, speeding toward the battlefield.

“Dreadwing, you’re up.”

Bonecrusher barely glanced upward as he gave the order.

“Understood.”

Dreadwing responded instantly, his body shifting with metallic clanks as he transformed into a sleek fighter jet and shot off to intercept the intruder.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the clouds.


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Inside the Blackbird Jet.

“Hey.”

The mutant known as Groundshaker leaned forward with a smirk, eyeing the mingling groups of mutants from Charles Xavier and Alex’s bases.

He nodded toward a calm figure seated near the back.

“That guy… Is he really the strongest mutant you’ve ever seen? Stronger than Erik?”

Beside him, Chopper and Hawkeye frowned, clearly skeptical.

“That’s gotta be exaggerated. Unless he can control people’s minds like Xavier, I don’t believe anyone’s stronger than Magneto.”

Chopper chimed in, arms crossed.

But before he could even finish the sentence, the mutants from both bases broke into knowing laughter.

“Look, I’ll give Erik credit—he’s powerful. No doubt about it. But next to Alex?”

Wrecker chuckled. “It’s not even close.”

“Okay, but what about Charles?” Hawkeye raised an eyebrow.

“Alex wins, hands down.” Havok answered like it was common sense.

“Wait—aren’t you guys from Charles’s team?” Groundshaker asked in disbelief.

“We are,” Darwin confirmed calmly, “but that doesn’t change the truth.”

The three skeptics exchanged glances, visibly unsettled.

If even Xavier’s own team admitted it… Could this Alex really be that strong?

They suddenly found themselves desperate to see him in action.


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“Enemy inbound!”

Hank’s voice blared from the cockpit, tense and urgent.

“Incoming hostile aircraft!”

Simultaneously, the Blackbird’s interior lit up with flashing red alert warnings.

Everyone sat upright.

Whatever was out there—it was here for them.