magneto's helmet in Earth-616 is explicitly limited and cannot block the strongest attacks. Seeing as the emperor is an alpha-plus psyker he should count and be able to brute force itTelepathic Resistance/Immunity: The helmet protects its wearer from all but the strongest or most unexpected of telepathic attacks. This is achieved due to technology wired into the helmet itself.
GEOM is still human with blood right? Assuming so if he can't kill Eric fast he's screwed. As Eric can and will simply pull all the itom out of his blood. Causing tensof thousands of wounds almost instantly. I doubt even the GEOM can handle that.
As for fighting ctan well hadn't magneto fought Galactus? I think he has and frankly galuctus *****on anything in 40k.
Nothing, magneto has literally zero defenses against ANY of the many many many methods of attack emps can makeWhat makes guys like Magneto and others immune to things like being telekinetically thrown around or say, pyrokinesis being used to create a fire INSIDE a persons body rather than throwing said fire at the person
1. magneto can't actually do that. the breakout scene is one where his minions injected the guard with a bunch of iron, not him ripping it out of the blood.GEOM is still human with blood right? Assuming so if he can't kill Eric fast he's screwed. As Eric can and will simply pull all the itom out of his blood. Causing tensof thousands of wounds almost instantly. I doubt even the GEOM can handle that.
As for fighting ctan well hadn't magneto fought Galactus? I think he has and frankly galuctus *****on anything in 40k.
Nothing, magneto has literally zero defenses against ANY of the many many many methods of attack emps can make
A lot of settings have such an explanation and it is a good one mechanically to prevent combat from being rocket tag.Okay, just so you know, I was also thinking what stops other superhumans from doing stuff like manifesting an energy attack or elemental attack or telekinetic attack inside a person
Haki/Busoshoku Haki
Busoshoku Haki is a form of Haki that allows the user to use their own spiritual energy to create, in essence, an invisible armor around themself, providing incredible offensive and defensive capabilities. Notably, this form of Haki can be used to injure Devil Fruit users that are otherwise...onepiece.fandom.com
I’m admittedly kind of thinking of something like “Internal Destruction” being used
A lot of settings have such an explanation and it is a good one mechanically to prevent combat from being rocket tag.
However neither x-men nor 40k has it.
Mephiston: Blood of Sanguinius said:Time was frozen in the Diurnal Vault, trapped forever by the agonies of a dying star. As Lexicanium Antros entered he was left purblind by the majesty of the immense chamber. His Adeptus Astartes eyes quickly adjusted to the glare, but even then he could see little – vast, blazing pillars of light, hanging overhead, so tall that their summits vanished out of sight. The vault was built on a scale that defied physics. It could not, by any normal rules of science, exist within the confines of the Librarium. And yet here it was, existing.
At the centre of the hall was Idalia, beautiful guardian of a million ideas. She burned endlessly, crimson and furious in her stone prison – a caged star, bound by wards so powerful that no living Librarian could untie them. The star was only forty feet across, crushed, it was said, by the will of the Emperor Himself.
Devastation of Baal said:Behind hex-warded gates lay the Diurnal Vault, the dread library of the Blood Angels where wonders languished in temporal prisons. Terrible science enslaved a star that powered this fortress within a fortress. Idalia, it was called, shackled by the will of the Emperor, and placed into the breast of a statue of Sanguinius that rivalled that at Angel’s Fall.
Talon of Horus said:We can see that light. Those of us within the Empire of the Eye can actually see it. The Astronomican reaches even to our purgatorial exile, and to us it is no mere mystical radiance illuminating the warp. It is pain, it is fire, and it plunges entire Neverborn worlds into war.
It would be a mistake to believe the Emperor’s power battles the Four Gods’ forces, here. It is not order against chaos, nor anything as crude as ‘good’ against ‘evil’. It is all psychic energy, crashing together in volatile torment.
Most of the Radiant Worlds are uninhabitable, lost in the lethal crash of conflicting psychic energies. Armies of fire angels and flame-wrought projections wage war against everything in their path. We call this region the Firetide. What made the Avernus Breach so valuable was its path, not its destination. It cut through the systems forever bleached bare of life by the Firetide, and into the calmer Radiant Worlds beyond. These are the star systems bathed in psychic light without burning in it.
Entire centuries will pass without a single vessel sailing the region, for it offers little to us beyond yet another example of soul energies manifesting in ways mortals can barely control. On more than one occasion the Mechanicum has sought to use Neverborn spirits bound within arcane flesh-machinery to record the Radiant Worlds in an ever-shifting, evolving map. Such attempts have fared as poorly as you might imagine.
Throneworld said:Such power made Lhaerial’s mind reel, and for a moment her contempt for the creatures of Terra wavered. The mind of the Emperor was a mountain in the surging madness of the Othersea, blinding in its brilliance. The Great Powers circled this place like razorshark waiting out the death throes of a void-whale. That terrible presence held them back, and all His little servants were ignorant of it! Unease gripped her, that she would be noticed by the Dark Gods or their defier, and the fragile flame of her being snuffed out.
Realm of Chaos: The Lost and the Damned said:He gathers every particle of his power, focuses it into a mighty bolt of pure force, more coherent than a laser, more destructive than an exploding sun. He aims it at Horus, a lance of power destined for the madman's heart. Horus senses the upsurge of energy and turns to face the Emperor, a look of horror on his face.
Horus Heresy - Collected Visions said:Mustering every iota of his concentration, he focused his psychic might into a bolt of pure force, more coherent than a laser, more destructive than an exploding sun. He hurled the bolt at Horus, a lance of power destined for the madman's heart. Horus sensed the upsurge of energy and turned to face the Emperor, his look of surprise turning to one of horror as he realized the strength of the attack and the doom it brought.
A Thousand Sons said:The Emperor’s sword was drawn, and his gaze locked with that of Magnus, as though they engaged in silent communion unheard by any others. Ahriman tore his gaze from the Emperor and saw that Magnus was pinned to his seat, his body rigid and his skin pale. His eye was tightly closed, and Ahriman saw an almost imperceptible tremor in his flesh, as though powerful currents of electricity were tearing through him.
“If I am guilty of anything, it is the pursuit of knowledge,” hissed Magnus through clenched teeth. “I am its master, I swear it.”
Ahriman could hear no more, for Magnus suddenly drew a gasping breath, like a drowning man upon finding the surface of an ocean.
Dark Imperium - Plague Wars said:Then, at the height of desperation, she came: a young woman walking through the press of magic-born evils as if she negotiated a market crowd. A lone Battle Sister walked at her side, an escort who had become a herald. The girl was lit golden and walked lightly. Though the ground was churned to mud, her feet left no imprint where her companion slipped and struggled.
‘The saint of Tyros,’ he whispered to himself. He could not think of any other word. Time slowed. The sound of the battle retreated to celestial distances. His spear ceased moving. The fight went from him. The girl took a hold of something inside him that made him forget where he was.
Her eyes were hollows and her skin blotched. Atop her head her hair was coming out in hanks. The white shift she wore was marred by burns. She was falling apart, but around her was a soft lambency that grew as she neared the two primarchs, filtering between the combatants, setting the mist aglow, turning it from something foul to a net of glorious light. Colquan’s gaze could not leave her. The conversation of the primarch brothers faded from his hearing. The creature fighting him ceased to be a concern. He could have died then, killed by the daemon, but the Neverborn too was enchanted. The fleshless septum of its nose quivered as she walked past. It raised a quivering finger, and spoke in a hissing bellows voice, creaking and choked with grave dust.
‘An-ath-e-ma…’
One word. It swam across the air, wafting towards the girl as soft as silk carried off on the wind.
Time slid to a stop. Atoms stopped their motions. Light hung unmoving in the air. Sprays of blood made solid arches over the field, bolts hung midflight, the candles of their propulsive units stilled. An eternal cold gripped Colquan. Only he, for reasons he did not know, could look about him freely. All warriors were locked motionless in tableau vivant. Guilliman strained in bonds of living light. Mortarion had his scythe raised over his head.
But although all things had ceased their movement, so that the universe was trapped within a slice of a moment as insubstantial as a pict conjured from water, the girl still moved. She turned her head and looked at Colquan. In her face burned golden eyes as old as time, and from her mouth sprang the luminance of a star.
Within his ornate helm, Colquan’s mouth fell open.
‘My lord?’ he whispered.
Dammed time broke through, crashing reality’s clockworks back into motion. Once more, the progression of events proceeded upon its unstoppable course.
Everything, having been stopped, rushed to make up lost seconds, and occurred at once.
The gangly daemon rocked upon its ruined lower quarters, amazed at what it saw. Colquan came to his senses before it did, and swung his spear around. The blade whooped through the air, connecting Colquan to the Neverborn’s neck by a bridge of arcing power. The daemon turned to strike back. As it did, its monstrous head fell from its shoulders. Its soul departed in a flurry of flies, and its body fizzed into nothing.
The girl stepped into the air above the melee. A dome of light sprang up from the ground. It expanded with light’s speed, catching everything in its shining radius. Men and Space Marines staggered. The Neverborn screamed. Mortarion’s weapon was caught the instant before it could descend.
A mighty wind blew up, blasting the fog away. Near the girl, the mist vanished. Further out, it flowed quickly back, revealing more and more of the battlefield, until only the farthest reaches were obscured. The sun broke through, and lit upon the broken plain. The lesser Neverborn evaporated like ice in a furnace, cast wailing back into the immaterium. The greater staggered, their bodies scourged by the girl’s glow. Their skin blistered. Their eyes cooked in their heads. They howled and screamed. Mortarion, being more daemon now than human, was flung backwards, his wings bent around his body. The bonds holding Guilliman shattered to glowing motes, and the primarch surged free.
They vary wildly based on which version it is and the constant retcons.Any feats for Magneto?
Yes, I agree with youFrom what I can tell, even Magneto's most absurd high-end feats only reach the Emperor's mid-end feats.
Yes, I agree with you