Apocalypse looked down at the enormous giant made of clouds and mist, and unease shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
"Do you think I'd believe you?" Apocalypse said, forcing himself to stay calm. "If you really had that kind of ability, why didn't you just..."
"Of course it was to witness En Sabah Nur's full strength," Aaron said bluntly. "In the real world, I have to conceal my magic power and can't act recklessly.
That's why, in many people's eyes, I have several different identities and professions: alchemist, Seer, potioner, gourmet Regenerator, and so on. But never a mage."
"Because of your declaration, the existence of Mutants can no longer be concealed. This world will inevitably enter a period of chaos.
I can't guarantee that I won't get caught up in it, so I wanted to test the strength of a Level Four Mutant first. It'll be an important reference for whether I should use magic when dealing with Mutants in the future."
"You actually used me as an experiment?" Apocalypse was filled with grief and indignation, furious and frustrated, but even more powerless against fate's cruel mockery.
Thousands of years ago, at the height of his glory, he had been sealed through Horn Gaius's scheme.
Thousands of years later, just when he was at his most triumphant, Aaron Gaius had become his greatest obstacle.
"Don't make it sound so awful." Aaron waved a hand. A demonic crimson gleam rose in his pupils, and his voice became shrill and piercing. "I prefer to call you a punching bag, or a combat power tester."
"This test was barely satisfactory, I suppose!
With my physical body alone, I can handle Mutants below Level Four. As for those above Level Four, aside from being immune