Marvel's Superman

The tall figure descended with a bang, like an active volcano eruption with a powerful atmosphere, filling up the spacious study.

Leaning back in a high-backed chair, the Black Queen, Selene, narrowed her eyes. The turbulent airflow was like a gale swept up from the ground, lifting the vintage robes and waist-length black hair.

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The anxious expression on Sebastian's face instantly solidified, and an uncontrollable fear appeared in his eyes.

"Catching up so quickly ..."

He had some trouble believing. 'Superman could do magic?'

It's a master's signature skill to use a casting medium to open a portal.

Luke stepped out of the circular passage, and his sharp eyes swept over the horrified Sebastian Shaw.

The two confronted each other with insight, without the classic villain's declaration or the clichéd and boring pre-battle dialogue.

Luke's feet were on the ground, drawing a short and straight line.

His right hand made a fist, and a terrifying force gathered.

Boom!

The explosion was so loud that it almost overturned the roof.

Sebastian's head felt like it had been hit with a heavy hammer and his feet staggered backward.

The strong body suddenly appeared in an illusory shadow.

This was him absorbing the terrible power Superman was releasing.

The other party was like a titan beast in human skin. A punch came down, and Sebastian Shaw, who had taken a cruise missile head-on and easily absorbed the energy of the blast, was a bit overwhelmed.

When he thought of him tearing up the three 'battleship-classes,' pushing the carriers and knocking the wind out of Namor, he couldn't help but feel a deep chill in his heart.

Compared with the King of Atlantis, who suffered a broken back, Sebastian was much more sober.

He didn't think he could be Superman's opponent -- unless he could wait until he absorbed atomic energy, became a humanoid nuclear weapon, and thoroughly strengthened himself.

Otherwise, his chances of winning were very low.

"The legendary Superman lives up to his name."

Selene, the Black Queen, licked her red lips. Her sparkling eyes, like a lake of spring water, could melt any male creature.

This powerful witch has always liked strong men best.

Fancying the lean, strong, steel-reinforced Superman.

To be precise, 'I crave Luke's body.'

If Sebastian Shaw, who was in the way, wasn't here. She would take the initiative to offer herself up and compete for three hundred rounds with the other party.

"Fuck! Selene, you crazy woman! At this point, can't you just put away your hormones for a while ..."

Sebastian glanced at the Black Queen, his ally, and almost vomited blood.

The thirsty eyes, the desire, were almost overflowing.

Admittedly, Superman's strong physique, tall figure, and sharp outlines were very attractive to women.

But it was a life-and-death battle right now. Selene's brain was full of images not suitable for children, not helping at all!

This made Sebastian, who was struggling to gain support, lose his calm.

It was as if the support team wasn't sitting on the sidelines quietly watching the game but also typing out on the jumbotron, 'Hey, look at the other team, so powerful, so great!'

"Shaw, pay attention to your words. I'm not one of those silly young people in the club who you easily fool."

The Black Queen coldly spoke.

She didn't think highly of Sebastian Shaw, who relied on organ transplants to activate mutant abilities.

Selene was even more proud than her younger counterparts as a mutant who had lived a long life.

The few people she would acknowledge were probably the self-proclaimed god, Apocalypse, and the other party's little follower, Mister Sinister.

The rest of the mutants?

Selene wasn't deliberately targeting anyone; they were all garbage anyway.

"Essex! The famous Mister Sinister won't want Apocalypse to wake up! But if I die, the Mutant God will surely be awakened!"

Sebastian gnashed his teeth and wanted to strangle the easily swayed Black Queen.

"Is this a threat? I'll make a note of it, Shaw."

Selene pulled back her smile and finally rose from her high-backed chair.

Don't judge by this woman's body that was full of charming aura, and every move could arouse a man's desire.

Like ripe, full fruit that made people drool,

She was a famous witch.

Calculating her age carefully, she was almost the same age as the Ancient One.

And Selene's style was bold and unrestrained. She always took pleasure in enslaving men and playing with their bodies and souls.

To some extent, it could be said that there were countless 'toys' and many more 'battles.'

Most of the men she took a fancy to didn't end well.

Either they would be eaten up, and their souls absorbed.

Or they would be reduced to licking dogs and playing with them to death.

Because, in addition to being a witch, the Black Queen Selene was also a mutant.

Her natural ability was to absorb life.

Through physical contact, she could absorb vitality and strengthen one of her physical attributes.

This was the real reason why Selene's face hadn't aged for thousands of years.

She relied on depriving others of their life force to maintain her youth, beauty, and energy.

"Major General, can we sit down and talk first?"

Black Queen warned Sebastian Shaw. Her hands were slightly closed, slowly releasing a spell.

A black mist exploded, bringing with it a dense aura of death, enveloping the imposing Superman.

"Slow speed, drawn strength, chaotic spirit ... a high-order master."

The bio-force field was in full swing; Luke wasn't affected at all; he had the powerful Superhuman card.

Boom!

A kick struck Sebastian Shaw, who emerged as a mass of shadow figures, struggling to absorb the power exerted by Superman.

"Selene! Your spells won't work on him!"

Sebastian shouted in anger.

Now he looked as if he was gorging himself on food and was approaching the limit of his appetite.

Superman linked continuous hits like crazy, making the Black King feel the sense of crisis brought by death inching closer and closer.

The sickle that would harvest his life came closer to his neck.

"Show your true ability!"

Sebastian raved.

He could absorb various forms of energy, but he was still an ordinary person in essence.

Regardless of reaction speed, or movement ability, he couldn't keep up with Superman's pace.

This meant that Sebastian could only receive the beatings passively.

There was no way to launch a counterattack while there was no room to dodge.

"Shut up!"

The Black Queen raised her hand and pointed. Sebastian Shaw's mouth felt like it was sewn shut, and no sound could come out.

Then, the right hand moved while the black smoke lingered on her.

A strong, pungent smell of sulfur filled the whole room.

"Pulling down a meteorite without preparation is too dangerous."

Luke stopped his attack and turned his head to look at the Black Queen, who was surrounded by a circle of magic fluctuations, and a cold glint swept through his eyes.

Afterward,

There was a boom.

The tall figure smashed through the roof.

Halfway up in the air.

A huge fireball smashed down!

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