Marvel's Superman

In Caliban's mental world, the power of Apocalypse was like a destructive storm.

Abusive and changeable, chaotic and strong.

Full of ruthlessness and coldness, which felt daunting.

And the other person, like a celestial body, shined brightly.

Its energy structure was stable and orderly, extending from the core outward, deep and wide.

In a word, they were both powerful individuals who existed beyond imagination.

"Why did they both... suddenly appear?"

Caliban was like an ostrich, shrinking in the shadowy corner.

He couldn't wait to dig a hole and bury himself to avoid being affected by the collision of two terrible forces.

For a mutant with excellent perception and outstanding mental ability, the mere presence of those two was overwhelming.

Not to mention how intense the actual encounter would be.

"This is a god ..."

The bearded man opened his mouth wide in shock as he said so.

Apocalypse, which made a grand entrance, stood in mid-air with open hands.

The magnificent pyramid was rising from the ground beneath his feet. The hot sun shining brightly behind him gave the metal battle armor a layer of golden brilliance.

Such scenes reminded the bearded man of ancient Egyptian myths, the legendary Pharaoh's curse, the mysterious power of pyramids, and so on.

Subconsciously, the warlord thought that his reckless act of blowing open the entrance angered the sleeping Pharaoh.

It revived the ruler of ancient Egypt from the land of the dead.

"Faisal! Bring me the rocket launcher!"

Generally speaking, mortals who witnessed this miracle would inevitably crawl to the ground and beg the gods for forgiveness.

But unfortunately, the bearded man was a staunch and determined materialist.

In the midst of these phenomena, the thought that came to his mind was to find a way to shoot at this opponent!

Even if a Pharaoh really came back to life, a decaying mummy shouldn't be feared!

Over the years, the bearded man had excavated more than a handful of tombs and opened more than a few coffins.

"Yes! Boss!"

A few privately armed men, with quick hands and feet, carried the 60mm M1 rocket launcher.

As seasoned tomb raiders, it was normal for them to bring a rocket launcher with them.

Swoosh!

They fought the mysterious forces of ancient Egypt with hot weapons!

Overcome superstition with science!

This group of raiders had such thoughts.

Without hesitation, they directly fired.

Several rockets with flaming tails bombarded Apocalypse, who was standing in mid-air.

"Small human beings and their backward weapons."

Apocalypse turned up his eyes -- this was one of the external manifestations of how he activated his abilities.

The few rockets that came whistling immediately appeared as if they were caught in a sticky glue. They slowly stopped in mid-air and turned around.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The flames of the explosion turned into a rolling wave of heat.

The rockets didn't hit the bearded man and blow him to pieces but were suddenly detonated instead.

"Why should the Great En-Sabah-Nur, the former Pharaoh, have to inflict his anger on mortals? "

A sturdy figure broke through the tumbling sea of fire and appeared in front of the crowd.

Luke was thinking about how to deal with Apocalypse. The other party was the strongest among the mutants, and undoubtedly a strong opponent.

He didn't have the Phoenix Force, like the Omega-level mutant, Jean Grey.

Even if Magneto and Professor X joined hands, they still might not be able to resist either.

Generally speaking, strong people like Apocalypse were unwilling to communicate in a friendly manner and listen to reasoning.

He had a way of doing things and a worldview that no ordinary person could shake.

Because he was abandoned in the desert as a child, then discovered and adopted by nomadic people nearby, Apocalypse firmly believed in the natural law of 'survival of the fittest' and was an extreme racist.

Roughly speaking, there was no difference between Hitler, Sebastian Shaw, and Magneto.

Promoting the supremacy of mutants and passion about the cruel and tragic war, identifying the strong from the weak.

Therefore, at the ideological level.

Luke was bound to fail in negotiating and wouldn't be able to reach a consensus with Apocalypse.

This was perhaps the main reason why Kang the Conqueror woke Apocalypse in a desperate attempt to create a formidable enemy for Superman.

They were natural enemies. In addition to fighting and destroying, there were no other means.

"Why would a strong man like you care about humble ants?"

Apocalypse looked at the intruder who broke into the pyramid and disturbed his sleep.

"I used to be one of them."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and spoke lightly.

"But you're not one now."

Apocalypse spoke eloquently.

"When ants evolve wings, they will no longer be in the company of their fellow ants who crawl on the ground."

His evaluation of this stranger had been lowered down a notch.

A guy who retained superfluous feelings and didn't recognize his own existence.

He could only be regarded as a rival, not a strong enemy.

"Ants grow wings, but they're still ants."

Luke curled his lips and sarcastically said, "If you're blindly arrogant and inflated inside because you're a little stronger, that would be truly ridiculous. You can't see yourself clearly."

Superman's words made Apocalypse's gray face reveal a touch of anger.

As a noble Pharaoh and a revered god, no one had ever dared to defy him.

But Luke had repeatedly touched his bottom line today.

"Perhaps you are strong among the humans."

Apocalypse's patience ran out. He stepped forward, and the void shook.

"But when it comes to gifted mutants, it's not even close."

The former Pharaoh had great confidence in his own racial superiority.

Luke's mouth twitched. He wanted to say that he hadn't only beaten mutants but also slept with mutants.

No differences were found in the physical form or in other areas.

"Sure enough, I can't communicate properly with a racist."

Luke's eyes were slightly condensed. The radiant energy around his body gradually occupied half of the void between them, competing with Apocalypse.

"Ah, survival of the fittest. This is the law of nature and the true meaning of the path to evolution."

Apocalypse was full of confidence, looking down on the earth.

At the sight of Caliban, who was trembling, a look of disgust rose in his eyes.

"When I was a child, I was abandoned in the heat of the desert."

"Later, I was forced to become a slave, wandering on the edge of life and death every day."

"No one thought I would survive and grow up well."

"But I did it! And became the strongest of them all!"

"I became a god! A great ruler!"

Apocalypse clenched his fist; his voice was cold.

The magnificent pyramid, under his terrifying power, was instantly turned into powder.

After that, those tiny particles of dust quickly transformed into fist-sized thunderbolts and bombarded the opposite side.

Tens of millions of spherical lightning, like energy shells dropped by bombers, covering every inch of space Luke was in.

If Apocalypse made a move, it would be a shocking move.

"The world you want to create is hopeless and meaningless."

Luke's eyes gathered crimson light. The high-temperature energy formed a dense net while it abruptly spread.

"Power dominates everything, and the weak shouldn't survive. This is more like a brutal choice made by a reckless man with no power at all."

After his return, he visited Dr. Zola to complete the long-awaited transformation experiment.

Wöden's Blood gave Superman a more detailed and microscopic approach to energy manipulation.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Terrifying thunder and lightning, hitting the raging high-temperature energy, immediately triggered an extremely violent explosion!

In a flash!

Sand and stones were flying!

The sky was covered!

A thunderous boom came from high above, one after another. It was endless.

The exuberant heat melted the sand and gravel into crystallized particles.

Then, they all fell down like a hailstorm.

Caliban hid on the ground below, along with the bearded warlord.

Faced with the horrific scene of a natural disaster and doomsday, they could only shrink their necks and embrace each other in silence.

The bearded man had just witnessed with his own eyes, one of his men was affected by the violent energy wave, and in an instant, their flesh turned into powder.

Not to mention the corpse; even the ashes were blown away, nothing was left.

"Is that all?"

Luke's voice cut through the wind and sand. Just as he finished speaking, a gray fist came crashing down.

Once again, Apocalypse took a step. The spatial scope seemed to shorten, and he instantly appeared in front of Superman.

The strong and powerful fist, like a cannonball out of the cannon, came straight on, bringing up the suffocating pressure of the wind.

Luke narrowed his eyes. He sensed the terrible power contained in this heavy punch.

Then, he raised his brow.

His right hand clenched into a fist and struck out with the same gesture.

Boom---

The atmosphere exploded, and the originally calm energy storm swept through once again!

As soon as the two fists collided, the powerful force with different natures spread into a strong shock wave.

The storm swept the dust and blew up the sand and gravel, forming a massive sandstorm.

And the two people in the center involuntarily took a few steps back.

"It seems that I underestimated you."

After the exchange, Apocalypse changed his attitude and began to take him seriously.

He believed that his opponent's strength might be on par with his own.

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