There are always people who like to court death, who always think their strength is invincible.
Aquaman Namor is such a being.
It can fight on land, sea, and air, possesses a physical strength of hundreds of tons, and has the ability to control the ocean.
That would be a combination of half Superman Aquaman.
For many supervillains, this is a tough opponent.
But to Apocalypse, this is just a slightly larger ant.
Perhaps people who possess superpowers subconsciously abandon their brains?
Namor A went up!
Namor flew back!
It crashed into the land, carving a ravine a hundred meters long; its fate is unknown.
Fortunately, this is a sparsely populated area; otherwise, in just one moment, the superhero would have been reduced to a mere human killer.
Apocalypse lowered his raised left hand and turned to look at the other members of the Illuminati.
"We don't seem to have that much of a conflict, do we? Why are you fixated on me?"
Apocalypse's gaze swept across the face of an Illuminati member, finally settling on the face of the bald Professor X.
Strictly speaking, his actions of spreading the X-Gene did not cause much damage to the interests of the others, except for Professor X.
As a representative of Mutants, this guy leaves his mark in every world where there are Mutants.
Of course, he's not on the side of Mutants; his stance is more inclined towards humans.
" Apocalypse, you have disrupted the order and balance of the universe, and that is why we are targeting you."
The bald man spoke up without hesitation, as if it were a matter of course.
For people like them, everything they do is just, and their beliefs are the most correct.
So what if we side with humanity?
His so-called harmonious coexistence Mutants ignores the many oppressed past experiences of Mutants and their loyalty to human rights.
"Cosmic order? Development? What a ridiculous and lame excuse."
Apocalypse smiled. These upright people always liked to find a pretext for whatever they did.
It's disgusting; it's just a matter of conflicting interests between the two sides.
What order? What development? In the vast Marvel universe, countless worlds are born and destroyed—what order do they follow?
"The existence of Mutants encroaches on the living space of normal humans, and you've felt it too, haven't you? The source of Mutants power is..."
Professor X looked at Apocalypse, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Mutants have another name in the Marvel Universe: the Cancer of the Universe!
They are just ordinary people who have mutated, yet they possess power comparable to that of God, making them a race that has thrown the universe out of balance.
Behind the Mutants ' power lie some fundamental secrets of the Marvel Universe.
Although Professor X and his ilk only knew a little bit about it, their sense of justice (perhaps) and the influence of the cosmic subconscious meant they absolutely could not allow the Mutants race to rise.
"Okay, if that's how you put it, then we have no logic to speak of, and we can only talk about physics."
Apocalypse looked at the bald Professor X with some relief.
They're all guys who firmly believe in their own principles; empty talk won't work, only action will tell.
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Black Bolt, who had been standing to the side, opened his mouth to roar.
His infrasound possesses immense energy, and he once held his own against Thanos.
Before he could even speak, Apocalypse's figure appeared in front of him, two fingers already inserted into his mouth.
Two thick, gray fingers were unusually agile, instantly grabbing a slippery organ and then pulling hard!
With a spurt of blood, half a tongue was ripped from Black Bolt's mouth, followed by a powerful, heavy punch.
Before he could even react to the excruciating pain in his mouth, Black Bolt was sent flying like a shrimp, his body arched.
Before Mister Fantastic could react, a flash of blue light appeared between Apocalypse's brows, and the Space Stone instantly teleported him there.
This punch was delivered with even more force than the ones used against Black Bolt and Namor, after all, Mister Fantastic is like a Rubber Man.
His entire body is made of flexible cells, making him extremely resistant to physical attacks; even small kinetic energy explosions cannot harm him.
However, how could Apocalypse's intervention be in vain?
Frost suddenly condensed on his fist, carrying an extremely cold power, and with one punch, he sent Mister Fantastic flying.
When the opponent's body was blasted into the air, the extreme cold energy had already frozen parts of his body, making it impossible for him to freely mitigate the impact of the kinetic energy.
With just two moves, they took down Black Bolt of the Illuminati, and Mister Fantastic, the most intelligent man. Next up were the others!
"Damn! This guy is too fast!"
Before Tony Stark could even fully equip his nanotech armor, Apocalypse appeared before him.
"Hey buddy, don't do that!"
Stark made his usual joke, but Apocalypse didn't respond.
A powerful beam of heat shot out from Apocalypse's eyes, piercing through the mechanical genius's flesh and blood, leaving a large hole.
Apocalypse isn't a Thanos; he won't give those people time to prepare.
These guys may seem average, but if you let them all reveal their abilities, their threat level will skyrocket.
Knowing the capabilities and trump cards of all of them, Apocalypse chose to act swiftly, catching them off guard with lightning speed and eliminating all these arrogant individuals.
"Next up are you!"
Apocalypse glanced at Strange, who was preparing to cast a spell to revive his teammates, and Professor X, who was about to mentally interfere with him.
The reason these two were left to be dealt with last was naturally because one was the most troublesome and the other the weakest.
Doctor Strange possesses the Time Stone, various forms of magic, and is protected by artifacts; attacking him first will not achieve the desired effect of catching him off guard.
As for Professor X, well, Apocalypse didn't even consider him a threat.
With the convenience of the Space Stone, Apocalypse's speed is unmatched by anyone else.
His figure flashed, instantly appearing beside Strange, each punch and kick carrying ferocious force.
" Strange, it's time we settled some old scores!"
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Doctor Strange was puzzled. His magical Cloak protected him from Apocalypse's attack, but it was impossible for him to use the power of the gems to resurrect people.
Sparks flickered in his hands as Vishanti's white magic and forbidden black magic clashed and clashed with Apocalypse's.
On the other side, the bald Professor X could only quickly pull his mechanical wheelchair away, trying not to hold them back.
His psychic abilities were ineffective even at this point, unable to provide any real restraint.