Superman

"Surely survived."

Caliban sliced ​​away the thick gravel covering his body and poked his head out.

After confirming the existence of the two horrors, he was relieved after getting further and further away from here, and he felt sincerely happy that he had successfully escaped.

No one thought that a grave robbery would cause such serious consequences.

That earth-shattering battle scene is still imprinted in Caliban's mind, and it is completely beyond the imagination of mortals.

"Who is the other person?"

Caliban was puzzled while shaking off the gravel from his body.

He can perceive his compatriots and recognize his identity.

That tall man with gray skin wearing a metal armor is most likely an apocalypse.

The legendary god of mutants!

A stronger presence than the Omega class!

In addition to Apocalypse, Caliban could not think of any other mutant that could possess such a powerful aura.

He looked at the center of the battlefield, and the gravel turned into glass-like crystal particles.

Like being melted by high temperature, it reflects bright light.

Those two strongest men beyond human imagination, the aftermath of their encounters almost turned the desert a few miles away.

The terrain has changed drastically and the building collapsed, as if it had suffered a natural disaster.

"Apocalypse... so it really exists."

Caliban's robe wrapped tightly around him. If this news spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar.

Mutant organizations active in Europe and the Americas may migrate to the Middle East on a large scale to meet the legendary god.

"If I can find the apocalypse..."

Caliban realized the important value of this information.

He is a mutant, if he can successfully gain the appreciation of the apocalypse.

Maybe you don’t need to be called around by Middle Eastern warlords, and you don’t need to continue to be an unknown black market merchant.

A brighter future and a broader future await him.

"Are you looking for me?"

Just as Caliban's eyes turned and he was about to hold his thigh, his deep voice suddenly sounded.

The tall figure wearing a metal armor stepped out of the space channel and looked down at the Alpha-class mutant.

Caliban's legs were weak and trembling.

In front of Apocalypse, he was like a weak lamb.

"Great... Lord, great En-Saba-Nur, great Apocalypse, I want to be your servant."

As a black market businessman, Caliban winks.

Facing the majestic aura exuded by the apocalypse, he knelt down without strong support.

His face is pious, like a fanatical believer.

Apocalypse, who had just woken up not long, had a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.

He just eats this set and likes to enjoy the worship of the world.

"Very good. My child, get up."

Tianqi raised his hand slightly and lifted Caliban up with his mind.

"Your name is Caliban? Driven by a warlord? To find the Pharaoh's tomb?"

After just a glance, Apocalypse read the needed thoughts from Caliban's mind.

He is called the "God of Mutants" for no reason.

Most of the talents that are strong enough, Apocalypse has mastered.

To some extent, he is somewhat similar to Superman, he is a hexagonal warrior with no obvious shortcomings.

"Your ability is very useful to me."

"However, it is far from strong enough."

"Why do you want to restrain your talents, kid? Show it to your heart's content!"

"No more resisting, no longer resisting, open your body and mind, and welcome your new self!"

Apocalypse, like the leader of an offline MLM organization, used an impassioned tone and mind control to awaken the backlog of resentment in Caliban.

He rolled his eyes and put his right hand on the opponent's head.

The forces acting on the micro level are rapidly transforming the mutant genes in Caliban.

This is like a black market businessman who suffers from albinism and is extremely afraid of the sun.

Within a few breaths, he got rid of the flaws rooted in his genes, and his ability reached another level.

"Me, am I strengthened?"

Caliban was like a drowning man, breathing heavily.

He lifted his hood, and the ultraviolet rays shone on his body, no longer burning.

Mental power is like a radar network, radiating out in a large area.

The red spots of light belonging to mutants are reflected in my mind one by one.

The entire capital of Cairo is within Caliban's perception.

This is absolutely impossible before!

"Find more compatriots for me, tell my people--"

Apocalypse paused, then said, "Their gods are back!"

...

...

Apocalypse is busy developing believers and looking for his four knights.

On his way back, Luke saw an archaeological team attacked by armed men.

As the battlefield moved, he and Tianqi had already fought from Egypt to northern Iraq.

After the latter proposed a strike, Superman did not intend to pursue it.

Solving Mr. Omen and Kang the Conqueror, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still waiting for him to return to rectify order.

Just as Apocalypse didn't want to waste his power in battle, Luke didn't bother to compete with an old antique.

Flying in the air, he saw a team riding camels and dressed obviously different from the locals, hitting a terrorist patrolling in the desert.

The two sides engaged in a fierce gun battle, and the bullets fired, splashing dust.

"You can meet acquaintances here..."

Luke couldn't help stopping, looking down at the team.

I saw his eyes condensed slightly, and the strands of free energy ejected like a series of lightning.

Crackling!

In less than two seconds, all the militants were turned into a ball of coke and fell down.

"Lucian, long time no see."

Luke landed slowly, stepped on the ground, and said hello.

In the desert of northern Iraq, he unexpectedly met the wolf king Lucian, maybe this is a special fate.

"General Cavill!"

Lucian was also surprised.

After Superman disappeared, he still maintained contact with SHIELD.

Serena, who is heading to the North American continent, has established a firm foothold in New York, Boston, Detroit and other places and has managed it into a strong base camp.

Lucian is in charge of the European continent, facilitating the establishment of the future Magic Congress and providing strong support.

"I only contacted Mr. Howard Stark an hour ago and learned about your return. I was rude not to be able to meet and welcome you in the first time. Please forgive me."

Lucian's attitude is rather humble.

Even if he is already the European Wolf King, he still has to change back to a Husky when he sees his master.

Superman’s speech in front of the Essex Building and his amazing act of killing Mr. Omen.

All were broadcast by TV stations and then spread to all parts of the world.

It is estimated that the Soviet Teddy Bear has been fried.

The senior officials who finally slept well for a while are about to panic again.

"When did the werewolf start taking over the security business?"

Luke ignored other people's surprised or curious eyes and asked directly.

He became interested because in this team, in addition to Lucian, there were four young werewolves, who seemed to act as bodyguards.

And their employers are all humans.

This is strange.

"General, I made you laugh."

Lucian was a little embarrassed. The European wolf king was a bodyguard, and he didn't have any face to speak out.

"They come from... the Bojian Department. A large organization with considerable strength in Europe and around the world."

If a werewolf wants to grow, he must find a good relationship with political forces.

Most of the high-ranking people in the Bojian Department are senior officials from European countries.

Otherwise, Lucian will not surrender himself and act as a guard.

If he wants to expand the werewolf family, he must obtain support from the upper echelons.

The Bojian Department is naturally a good partner.

"Bojian Department?"

Luke glanced around, seeming to understand something, and asked: "Aren't you looking for the tomb of Egyptian princess Anmanite?"

He didn't expect that a dark monster universe that should have failed would appear to surface.