The Death Knell

The air froze, and the farmer looked at Magnus with fear in his eyes. This was contrary to common sense and made him unable to think.

Why does a heavy logging ax fly on its own? Why does this German guy seem to be planning to kill him? Why do losers have the guts?

He thought a lot, and his weedy beard almost froze on the axe, while the cold touch brought him back to reality.

The blond young man was looking at him coldly, as if looking at a corpse: "I just want the reward I deserve."

"I...I will pay, all my money, please, don't kill me."

Magnus put down his hands. He just used his strength to fight for what he deserved. He didn't like killing people. He had seen too many deaths.

"No need. I only take what I deserve. This is fair. I have no intention of hurting anyone."

Magnus took a wad of change from the farmer's pocket, counted out his share, then took hold of the floating ax and lifted it out of the air.

It was getting late, so he had to rush to the town to buy food. There were only corn and potatoes in the village, and he couldn't let his daughter eat these for a long time.

He wanted to buy some cheese, sausages and other things, but in winter, because the road conditions were so bad, he could only walk there on his own two legs.

This takes a lot of time.

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

The roads are very difficult to walk on, and Ukraine in winter is also a nightmare for any pedestrian. Not to mention the snow that gets into your shoes, and the cold wind alone can turn you into a popsicle.

The planned economic system naturally has shortcomings, that is, if you only have rubles but no ‘rationing shares’, if you want to buy what you want, you often need to go through some people with ‘supernatural powers’, and you will need more rubles.

The black merchant does not have a ration, which is why he must receive full compensation. He has to use more money to buy fewer goods.

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

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

But when everything was ready, he felt that his efforts were worth it and his home was safe again. There's a stove, there's food, and it'll last a long time until winter is over.

It was already dark, and the darkness made everything around him seem colder. He couldn't even afford a flashlight, so he could only use the moonlight to walk his way.

He was carrying a sack and was walking hard on his way home. However, when he was still far away from home, when he climbed a hill, he saw a scene that shocked him.

His cabin, his home was burning.

He dropped the food and ran frantically towards his house. As he got closer, he saw many people surrounding his home.

But these people are not here to put out fires. On the contrary, they hold torches, sickles, pitchforks and the like in their hands.

Adults, children, and the elderly gathered around the burning house, with smiles on their faces, as if they were attending a carnival.

"Magda! No!" His feet slipped and he fell to his knees. Not only had he not eaten dinner, but all of this seemed to have taken away his strength, but he still crawled towards the burning house.

The villagers discovered him, and the expressions on their faces were as wonderful as those in a theater, but after the colorful colors passed, they all turned into malicious smiles.

"Why is it still alive?"

"Evil creature!"

"Bring me your knife, Ivan."

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

The villagers swarmed forward, pushed Magnus to the ground, fixed his limbs, and raised his head as if preparing to kill a pig.

"Here, in this position, Ivan, come and slit its neck."

"Come here, kill a German wizard, and maybe exchange his body for a medal."

Seeing the bear-like man walking towards him, Magnus gradually recovered from the fear of losing his family, and was replaced by endless anger and murderous intent.

He lost his parents in the concentration camp and pushed them into the crematorium. The flames in front of him today reminded him of the cold reality.

He was not looking at the knife in front of him, the knife approaching his neck. On the contrary, his eyes were always on the hut not far away.

Utopia does not exist, and escaping is never a solution. He has only one way left at this time, and that is to fight for fairness for himself!

Magnus was smart, but he just didn't have much opportunity to learn in the past. It would be hard for anyone to be smart after escaping from a concentration camp.

Claustrophobia, trypophobia, persecution delusions, rickets, visual and auditory hallucinations, etc., all occur in prisoners.

But he learned what he needed to know, which was what the perverted Dr. NAZI kept mumbling when he was experimenting on him.

He learned his powers, and how to kill, easier than he could have ever imagined.

When the strong man approached him with a knife, Magnus spoke, not begging for mercy or begging. He also did not call his wife's name again, but said in an unusually calm tone:

"The human body contains about three to four grams of iron, and these trace metals are constantly working to transport oxygen throughout the body."

"Huh? What is this? Some kind of spell?" The strong man holding the knife asked the people around him with a smile, and the people around him responded with laughter.

But the men holding Magnus let go because they couldn't hold him down.

The ground shook violently, and a huge trench appeared, tearing apart the snow mixed with ash, revealing the black earth below.

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

Magnus raised his hands flat, standing in the air as if God had descended. He curled his fingers slightly and completely sucked out the iron elements from everyone's bodies.

"Without iron, there is no oxygen."

Everyone present seemed to have their necks strangled by invisible hands, and their faces instantly turned purple. Actually depriving red blood cells of their ability to combine with oxygen, this method of killing is faster than mechanical asphyxiation.

People immediately began to vomit, then bleed from all their orifices, and huddled on the snow like insects, regardless of age or sex.

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

He could easily wipe out all the defenders in a concentration camp by himself, just as easily as crushing a few ants. They were fully armed soldiers, but these mobs today were worse than ants.

This is a world where if you don't kill, you will be killed.

Human beings are really fragile and ignorant, but this is no one's fault. It is the world that is wrong. He must correct the world to prevent his own tragedy from happening again.

He slowly landed on the ground, looked at the burned-to-the-ground hut, and stood quietly for a while.

"No more Magnus."

He said to himself, the black metal powder gathered from the body, forming a small saucer, holding some of the ashes in the room and brought it to him. He twisted a little with his fingers and put it in his pocket, and put the rest in his pocket. Let them blow away in the wind.

"Only Magneto."