Starting as a Class Five Mutant

The Supreme Sentinel continued in its cold, emotionless tone,

"Threat Level: Tier 3. Mutant ability: gas manipulation."

Kleem, the mutant before it, was stunned.

"How do you know my powers?" he asked in disbelief.

Not only had this machine identified his abilities, but it also seemed to know their exact level.

Why couldn't he use his powers?

Kleem's face was filled with confusion.

As if responding to his thoughts, the Supreme Sentinel stated icily,

"Mutant, in my presence, you cannot use your powers."

Designed to suppress and disrupt mutant abilities, the Sentinel ensured no mutant could activate their powers near it.

In the next moment, its eyes glowed red.

Two crimson beams shot out, piercing Kleem's abdomen instantly.

Boom!

The ground behind him erupted into twin craters.

"Ahh!"

Kleem screamed, clutching his stomach as he writhed in agony on the ground.

The Supreme Sentinel stared down at him, unfeeling.

"You mutants are so fragile. Without your powers, you're nothing more than insects, easily crushed underfoot."

Sweating profusely and barely conscious from the pain, Kleem gritted his teeth and shouted,

"Don't get cocky! One day, someone will stop you! The Messiah and the White Knight will destroy you for what you've done to us!"

The Sentinel paused momentarily at these words.

"The Messiah? The White Knight?"

"Are they the strongest mutants of this so-called Prime Universe?"

After a brief consideration, it dismissed the comment entirely.

Strong mutants were nothing new to the Sentinels. No matter how powerful, mutants always fell to them in the end.

Even Bastion, observing through the Sentinel, felt no concern.

In Bastion's world, Sentinels had evolved to extraordinary levels of strength. Nimrod-class Sentinels were commonplace.

These advanced models were so powerful that even Omega-level mutants or groups like the X-Men couldn't stand against them individually. It often took a coordinated team of multiple mutants to take down a single Nimrod-class Sentinel.

Mutants in Bastion's world lived under constant persecution.

For every Sentinel destroyed, many more were ready to take their place. There was no escape.

Thus, neither the Supreme Sentinel nor Bastion himself paid much heed to Kleem's desperate proclamation.

As the Supreme Sentinel attacked Kleem, Sentinels in other parts of the city began targeting mutants.

Screams echoed through the streets.

"Help!"

"God, save us!"

"Messiah!"

Mutants cried out in despair, some calling on the Messiah or the White Knight to save them.

"This is ABC News. What you're seeing is live footage of Sentinel robots ruthlessly attacking mutants across the city," reported a young woman, her voice trembling slightly.

The camera zoomed in, showing a harrowing scene.

A young mutant girl, about ten years old, knelt beside a fallen woman, shaking her frantically.

"Mom! Mom, wake up!"

The woman lay motionless, her face pale, her chest riddled with two bloody holes. Blood pooled beneath her.

The sight was too much for some viewers, even those who harbored prejudice against mutants.

Suddenly, the Sentinel that had attacked the woman turned its gaze to the crying girl.

"Threat Level: Tier 2…" it muttered, its eyes beginning to glow red.

Its intentions were clear.

Oblivious to the danger, the girl continued shaking her mother, tears streaming down her face.

"Stop right there!"

A gunshot rang out from the distance.

A middle-aged man, unable to bear the scene any longer, fired his pistol at the Sentinel.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets struck the robot's head, but they only sparked harmlessly against its metallic surface.

The Sentinel's attention shifted to the man.

In the blink of an eye, twin beams of red light shot out, piercing his chest.

"Ahh!"

The man fell to the ground, clutching his wound, unable to rise.

The Sentinel turned its gaze back to the girl, its eyes glowing once more.

The scene filled countless viewers—mutants and humans alike—with outrage and despair.

Even ordinary citizens who had no love for mutants found it difficult to watch.

The news anchor, visibly shaken, fell silent, too afraid to speak.

Similar scenes played out across multiple cities.

Rocket launchers and heavy weaponry were deployed against the Sentinels, but to no avail. The machines emerged unscathed, their cold efficiency only amplifying the sense of helplessness.

"Is this the end for mutants?"

Despair gripped those watching the carnage.

Bastion observed the chaos with satisfaction.

On every screen, his silver visage loomed large, a grim symbol of doom for both mutants and humanity.

But just as despair reached its peak, far away, Syd had pieced together the situation.

In an instant, a mental image of Bastion's location surfaced in his mind. His figure vanished from his current spot.

At the scene of the spatial rift, a figure in black appeared in the sky.

The sudden arrival caught the attention of everyone watching.

Bastion turned to face the newcomer, intrigued.

"Finally, a mutant bold enough to show themselves?"

It scanned the figure dismissively, assuming it to be another overconfident mutant.

"Scanning…analyzing…"

The Nimrod-class Sentinels nearby also began their analysis.

(End of Chapter)

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