#604 - Situation Change

No matter how strong Swampfire's abilities are, it's impossible to summon a plant barrier that can surround the entire New York City all at once. Other mutants must be helping.

For example, the most basic nutrient. Swampfire can indeed force growth, but for the seedlings to grow, they need fertile soil, which requires Magneto's help.

Magneto moves large pieces of land to suitable locations, and then other mutants plant the seeds that Yang Le personally prepared. Finally, Yang Le activates them area by area.

This is how the Wall of Maria is made. Now, all that's left is to wait for the day it's breached.

In reality, New York City is not completely surrounded. According to Hyperion's X-ray vision, plus the detection of rescue robots produced by Stark Industries, all the living people in New York City are gathered near Manhattan.

The reason is obvious. Those living on the outskirts of New York had already evacuated when the incident broke out, leaving only those in the city center or at the epicenter of the giant incident.

And these people are mostly located near Manhattan, so Yang Le actually only surrounded an area of about two to three districts, which is still impressive, but at least not exaggerated.

This not only saves Yang Le a lot of effort, but also makes it easier for other mutants to manage.

"That's it," Yang Le retracted his arm and turned to look at Magneto, who was supervising him. "Is there anything that needs to be changed?"

"No, Habie, you are as reliable as ever."

Looking at the towering trees that were twenty meters high, even Magneto couldn't find any problems.

Because Yang Le can control the growth of trees, the surface of these tree walls doesn't have any protrusions or depressions for climbing. It's basically impossible to climb them by hand.

"To escape this tree wall, besides burrowing underground or flying, the only options are to break through the wall or use tools to climb," Gambit exclaimed.

"Flying aside, the remaining three are not simple," Yang Le walked to the tree wall and stroked his creation.

"First is burrowing underground. These tree walls are plants, so they naturally have roots. The intricate roots that go deep underground are no shorter than the tree walls above ground. Trying to pass through them is no easier than climbing the tree walls."

"Then there's breaking through the wall and climbing with attacks," Yang Le knocked on the tree wall, and the response was a clang like hitting metal.

"The hardness of these tree walls is stronger than concrete, and their density can even be compared to steel. Coupled with this thickness, very few people can break through them, so breaking through the wall and climbing with tools are also impossible."

"Too perfect!" Magneto couldn't help but praise. "I can hardly think of better words of praise, Habie."

"It's good as long as I can get the job done," Yang Le sighed, trying to play his role well. "I wonder when this unintentional conflict will end."

"Everything we are doing now is for this," Magneto patted Yang Le on the shoulder. "So that the next generation of mutants can live in a better environment. We suffer these hardships so they don't have to in the future."

"Hopefully," Yang Le used his hidden eyes to look at Magik standing in the corner. "I just hope this isn't the beginning of another conflict."

Hearing Yang Le's words, Magneto didn't change much, but a strange light flashed in his eyes. Magik, who was standing in the corner, was a little unnatural, but the other mutants didn't feel much.

Magneto released Yang Le's shoulder and turned to assign tasks to the mutants. Obviously, he didn't want to dwell on this topic too much.

Although the area of three districts is not small, the number of mutants is also considerable. As long as it is reasonably allocated, it can still be managed.

This is all thanks to Stark Industries' productivity. Under Howard's command, more than half of Stark Industries' production capacity has been invested in the production of Sentinel robots.

No one knows why Howard wants to invest so much energy, but the effect is amazing. Now, there are already five hundred Sentinel robots that can be used.

Not only that, but every time about one hundred are produced, the Sentinel robots undergo an upgrade. The weapons and systems they carry are upgraded. The latest generation of Sentinel robots has reached the level in the comics.

One hundred steel giants over five meters tall, the scene can't be described as spectacular. With these things, taking over a country is just a matter of time.

Perhaps because of this, the opposition to Hyperion on the Internet is getting smaller and smaller. Even those big shots sitting in offices no longer dare to give him orders.

Everyone is silently pretending to be dead. In the face of such a huge disparity in force, even those superheroes who once appeared on the streets have hid. When they came back to their senses, there was only one voice in society.

Ordinary people began to call for the surrender of superhumans, so that those steel giants would not walk into their yards. They criticized the superhumans on the Internet, accusing them of not obeying and causing all of this.

Some ordinary people even spontaneously formed anti-superhuman alliances. They were responsible for finding superhumans and informing the Sentinel robots, which undoubtedly greatly accelerated the Sentinel robots' capture speed.

For a time, even the superheroes who were originally popular with the public became pariahs. No superhuman dared to expose themselves.

But it was useless. Those hiding at home became the most suspected targets. Many people from the anti-superhuman alliance would pretend to be salesmen or other professions and knock on these people's doors.

A large number of superhumans were arrested, which is why Hyperion regarded the original New York as a prison.

The funny thing is, the situation changed so much in not a month, not half a month, but only less than two days.

Magik looked at the setting sun. When night fell, it was the end of this crazy second day. Obviously, the flow of time did not change, but she felt as if these two days had been fast-forwarded.

A lot of things crammed into her brain, pressing her to breathe. Originally, she wanted to pretend to be indifferent, until she saw many children of single-digit ages.

Those noisy cries drilled into her ears, and Illyana's eyes blurred. She seemed to see the scene she saw when she first returned to Earth from hell.

Megan, hiding in the corner, hugging her head and sobbing softly.

And even longer ago, herself, who had just been dragged into hell.