Chapter 640

The air froze, and the farmer's eyes were full of fear when he looked at Magnus, which made him unable to think.

Why does the heavy axe fly by itself? Why does this German seem to be trying to kill him? Why did the loser have the guts?

He thought a lot, his weed like beard almost frozen on the ax, and the cold touch brought him back to reality.

The blonde young man was looking at him coldly, as if he were looking at a corpse: "I just want what I deserve."

"I... I'll pay, all my money. Please, don't kill me."

Magnus put down his hand. He just fought for what he deserved with his strength. He didn't like killing people. He had seen too many deaths.

"No, I just take what I deserve. That's fair. I don't mean to hurt people."

Magnus took a stack of change from the farmer's pocket, counted out his due amount, and then took the floating ax from the air.

It was getting late. He had to hurry to buy food in the town. There were only corn and potatoes in the village, so his daughter could not eat them for a long time.

He was going to buy some cheese and sausages, and in winter he had to walk on his own legs because of the bad road conditions.

It will take a lot of time.

He left the farm, went home, told his wife where he was going and kissed his sleeping daughter.

The road is very difficult to walk. Ukraine in winter is also a nightmare for any pedestrian. Not to mention the snow that is poured into the shoes, the cold wind can turn people into popsicles.

However, the planned economic system has its own shortcomings, that is, if there is only rubles and there is no "rationing share", people who want to buy what they want often need more rubles through people with great powers.

The Black family has no ration share, which is why he has to get full compensation. He has to spend more money to buy less goods.

After spending more time, Magnus finally achieved his goal of buying cheese and sausage for his daughter and a purple scarf for Magda, which she needed in winter.

There is also a bag of wheat. This bag of grain took him a lot of effort. His Russian language is not very good, and the people here, as he said, are somewhat "conservative"...

but when everything is ready, he thinks his efforts are worth his efforts, and his home is safe again. There's a stove, there's food. It's going to be a long time before winter's over.

It was already dark, and the darkness made everything around him even colder. He couldn't even afford a flashlight. He could only travel by moonlight.

He carried a sack and walked hard on his way home. However, he was still far away from home. When climbing a mountain, he saw a scene that shocked him.

His hut, his home, is burning.

He left the food and ran frantically to his house. As the distance got closer, he saw a lot of people around his house.

But these people are not here to put out the fire. On the contrary, they have torches, sickles, pitchfork and so on.

Adults, children, old people, surrounded by the burning house, their faces with a smile, as if to participate in some carnival.

"Magda! No His feet slipped, and he fell to the ground, not only did not eat dinner, all this seemed to draw his strength, but he still climbed to the house of fire.

The villagers found him, their faces as wonderful as the theater, but after the colorful past, they changed into malicious smile.

"Why is it still alive?"

"Evil creatures!"

"Bring your knife, Ivan."

"It must be a wizard. If he doesn't cut off his head and burn it off, he will pester the whole village!"

The villagers rushed to the ground, pinned Magnus to the ground, fixed his limbs, and pulled up his head as if preparing to kill a pig.

"Here, in this position, Ivan, to scratch his neck."

"Here we are. Kill a German wizard. Maybe we can exchange his body for a medal."

Looking at the bear like man walking towards him, Magnus gradually recovered from the fear of losing his family, replaced by endless anger and killing intention.

In the concentration camp, he lost his parents and pushed them into the incinerator. Today, the flame reminds him of the cold reality.

He was not looking at the knife in front of him, which was close to his neck. On the contrary, his eyes were always on the cabin not far away.

Utopia does not exist, want to escape is never the way, he now has only one way, that is to fight for justice for himself!

Magnus is very smart, but in the past, there were not too many opportunities to learn. It is very difficult for anyone to escape from the concentration camp to be smart.

Claustrophobia, phobia, persecution, delusion, rickets, hallucinations, auditory hallucinations, etc., all occur in prisoners.But he learned what to learn, and that's what the perverted Dr. Nazi kept saying when he was doing experiments on him.

He learned his own abilities, and learned how to kill people, easier than he thought.

When the strong man approached him with a knife, Magnus opened his mouth, not to beg for mercy or pray. He did not call out his wife's name any more. Instead, he said in an extremely calm voice:

"the human body contains about three to four grams of iron. These trace amounts of gold work continuously to transmit oxygen to the whole human body."

"Well? what is it? Some kind of spell? " The strong man with the knife asked the people around him with a smile, and the people around him responded with laughter.

But the man holding Magnus released his hand because they couldn't hold him.

The ground shook violently, and a huge trench appeared, tearing the snow mixed with ash and exposing the black soil below.

Countless black particles gathered together to form a small disk, which lifted Magnus out of thin air.

Magnus held his hands flat in the air as if God had come. He curled his fingers slightly and sucked all the iron out of his body.

"Without iron, there is no oxygen."

All the people on the scene seemed to be pinched by the invisible big hand, and their faces were blue and blue in an instant. In fact, depriving the red blood cells of their ability to combine with oxygen can kill faster than mechanical asphyxia.

People immediately began to vomit, and then bleeding, curled up in the snow like insects, regardless of age.

Magnus just floated quietly, watching them die quickly and silently.

He could easily wipe out all the defenders in a concentration camp by himself, as easy as crushing down a few ants. They are armed soldiers, and today these mobs are worse than ants.

It's a world where you don't kill, you get killed.

Human beings are really fragile and ignorant, but this is not anyone's fault. It is the world that is wrong. He must correct the world and prevent his own tragedy from repeating again.

He fell slowly to the ground, looked at the burned cottage, and stood quietly for a moment.

"There is no more Magnus."

He said to himself that the black metal powder gathered from the corpse to form a small dish, which carried the ashes of some rooms to him. He twisted a little bit with his fingers and put it in his pocket, and let the rest float in the wind.

"Only magneto."

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