The Golden Triangle Cube flew to the top of the pyramid. Bathed in sunlight, it seemed to come alive as the runes on its surface lit up with brilliant radiance.
Golden light flowed down along the patterns on the pyramid's surface, reaching the temple Apocalypse had built before long.
The light slid down the walls, spread across the floor, then climbed onto the two stone beds at the center. Apocalypse's transfer ritual officially began.
"It's started." Steve watched the golden light flickering across the pyramid with a grave expression, then pressed his earpiece. "Barton, deal with the one in the sky first. Don't let him come ruin this."
"Copy, Captain." Barton, who had been lying in wait, curled his lips into a smile. He immediately drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and narrowed his eyes as he found Angel dodging lightning and lasers amid the storm. "Target locked."
As soon as he spoke, he released the arrow.
The black arrow tore through the air and entered the storm in an instant. The cone-shaped bullet embedded in its tip gleamed gold, standing out starkly against the dark storm.
Angel naturally noticed the arrow and immediately folded his metal wings together in defense.
But there were no surprises. The arrow pierced through the metal wings and went straight through Angel's heart.
Angel's eyes widened in disbelief as he fell uncontrollably downward.
Dense red cracks appeared across his body. Crimson flames burned fiercely in his chest, while the blood dripping from his wound turned into fire and dissipated in midair.
"I love these things," Barton said sincerely.
"One arrow costs nearly a hundred million," Natasha said with a helpless smile. "You used it so casually. Fury's going to be heartbroken."
"That's his problem."
At the same time, Psylocke wrapped Hank's neck with a