Wanda's Promise

When the red magic surged toward them, Black Widow, who had been standing out front, simply gave up trying to block it.

She quickly stepped back and wrapped herself around Apocalypse's arm with a sweet smile, like an ordinary woman out shopping with her boyfriend.

Apocalypse laughed. "You've learned to slack off now?"

"If I can't slack off when I'm with you, when else will I get the chance? By the way, what do you want to discuss with that woman?"

Black Widow didn't know Apocalypse could share in superheroes' Fortune. Seeing him make a friendly overture to a strange woman—an extraordinarily beautiful one with a stunning figure, no less—immediately put her on guard.

The red magical energy rushed toward Apocalypse. He reached out, caught its momentum, and guided it aside. Like a runaway horse, it swept past him.

Boom! The blast sent the Hydra soldiers hiding behind cover in the distance sprawling.

Seeing the witch hold Apocalypse and the others up, Pierce slipped away and ran toward the Evil God.

Black Widow started after him, but Apocalypse stopped her. "Leave him. He won't get away."

Now that the three-dimensional Klein bottle structure had proven effective, Apocalypse was in no hurry to kill the Evil God or Pierce.

In fact, the farther they ran, the more their paths back would teach him about this spatial structure.

If Black Widow chased them recklessly and ran into the Evil God, she might be in danger.

The Evil God's strength was absurdly high right now. It wouldn't last, and even without Apocalypse's intervention, the backlash would come sooner or later.

But it was still far beyond what Black Widow could withstand through her own hard-earned cultivation.

Apocalypse and Black Widow moved slowly forward.

"Wanda, I haven't even told you what I want," Apocalypse