Poor Brad had been active for over sixty years, yet only today, in Universe 14, had he finally earned a nickname bestowed by the entire government leadership.
The Mechanical Lord.
In his presence, human technology was useless.
Anything with a mechanical structure ceased to obey its inventor in front of Brad.
Oh! This was terrifying.
An Omega-level mutant. An unquestionable Omega-level mutant!
Especially after they learned that a man named Stryker had coerced Brad into serving him for a long time, and that this was very likely why he held little affection for humanity and had been so easily recruited by Apocalypse.
Everyone hated Stryker with a vengeance.
They wished they could dig up his grave and whip his corpse.
Their battle plan also centered first and foremost on Brad, who was now Apocalypse's War Horseman.
Professor X, Quentin, Emma Frost.
All mutants with telepathy were to target the War Horseman and win him over to humanity's side at all costs.
In theory, he should merely have been under Apocalypse's control, and looking back over his life, he had suffered far less persecution than Magneto.
If Magneto could be swayed by their terms, there was no reason the War Horseman could not.
As long as humanity could use technology again, with missiles and nuclear bombs at their disposal, they would naturally have the confidence to fight a decisive battle against Apocalypse.
At the very least, they would no longer have to light torches and candles to do anything at night.
They could not even get a single light bulb to turn on. It was unbearable.
They had also found candidates to deal with the remaining three Horsemen.
Magneto had never seemed so reliable.
For starters, he could at least handle a Pestilence Knight himself. From what they could tell, the