"He actually survived."
Caliban dug through the thick gravel covering his body and stuck his head out.
After confirming that the two terrifying existences were getting further and further away from here, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt sincerely happy that he had successfully escaped.
No one expected that a tomb robbery would have such serious consequences.
That earth-shattering battle scene is still imprinted in Caliban's mind. It is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Who is the other person?"
Caliban shook the gravel off his body while feeling doubtful.
He can sense his fellow humans and identify them.
The tall man with gray skin wearing a metal armor is most likely Apocalypse.
The legendary Mutant God!
A more powerful existence than Omega-level!
Apart from Apocalypse, Caliban cannot think of any other Mutants who can have such a powerful aura.
He looked at the center of the battlefield, where the gravel turned into glass-like crystal particles.
It reflects bright light as if melted by high temperature.
Those two were the most powerful men beyond human imagination. The aftermath of their fight almost turned the desert for miles around upside down.
The terrain changed dramatically and the buildings collapsed, as if a natural disaster had occurred.
"Apocalypse... it turns out it really exists."
Caliban is wrapped tightly in a robe. If this news spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar.
The Mutants organization active in Europe and America may migrate to the Middle East on a large scale to welcome the legendary god.
"If I could find Apocalypse..."
Caliban realized the important value of this information.
He is Mutants, if he can successfully obtain the appreciation of Apocalypse.
Maybe I no longer need to be bossed around by Middle Eastern warlords, and I don't need to continue to be an unknown black marketeer.
A brighter future and a broader future are waiting for him.
"What do you want from me?"
Just as Caliban rolled his eyes and was thinking about hugging his thigh, a rich voice suddenly sounded.
The tall figure wearing a metal armor stepped out of the space passage and looked down at Alpha-Level Mutant.
Caliban's legs were weak and trembling.
In front of Apocalypse, he was like a weak lamb.
"The great... Master, the great En-Saba-Nur, the great Apocalypse, I want to be your servant."
As a black marketeer, Caliban is very discerning.
Facing the majestic aura exuded by Apocalypse, he knelt down without forcing himself.
He looked pious, like a fanatical believer.
Apocalypse, who had just woken up from sleep, had a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.
This is what he does, and he likes to enjoy the world's admiration for him.
"Very well. Rise up, my child."
Apocalypse raised his hand slightly and used his mind power to lift Caliban up.
"Your name is Caliban? Are you driven by the warlord? To find the tomb of Pharaoh?"
With just a glance, Apocalypse read the needed thoughts from Caliban's mind.
He's not called "Mutant God" for no reason.
Apocalypse has mastered most of the powerful enough innate abilities.
To a certain extent, he is similar to Superman, both are hexagonal warriors with no obvious shortcomings.
"Your abilities are very useful to me."
"But it's far from strong enough."
"Why limit your talents, child? Show them to your heart's content!"
"No longer resist, no longer resist, open your body and mind to meet your new self!"
Apocalypse is like the leader of an offline MLM organization. With his impassioned tone and mental control, he awakens the accumulated resentment in Caliban's heart.
He rolled his eyes and covered the other person's head with his right hand.
The power acting on the microscopic level quickly transformed the Mutants genes in Caliban's body.
This black marketeer seems to have albinism and is extremely afraid of the sun.
In a few breaths, he got rid of the defects rooted in his genes, and his abilities reached a new level.
"I, I was strengthened?"
Caliban is like a drowning person, breathing heavily.
He opened his hood and the ultraviolet rays shone on his body, no longer causing a burning sensation.
The spiritual power is like a radar network, radiating over a wide area.
Those red light spots belonging to Mutants are reflected in my mind one by one.
The entire capital of Cairo is within the perception range of Caliban.
This is something that was absolutely impossible to do before!
"Find more compatriots for me and tell my people——"
Apocalypse paused for a moment, and then said, "Their gods are back!"
Apocalypse is busy developing followers and looking for his Four Horsemen.
Luke On the way back, he saw an archaeological team being attacked by armed men.
As the battlefield moved, he and Apocalypse had already reached the north of Iraq from Egypt.
After the latter proposed a strike, Superman had no intention of continuing the pursuit.
After solving Mister Sinister and Conqueror Kang, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still waiting for him to go back and put things in order.
Just like Apocalypse doesn't want to waste his strength on fighting, Luke is too lazy to compete with an old antique.
Flying in mid-air, he saw a team riding camels and dressed obviously different from the locals, bumping into patrolling terrorists in the desert.
The two sides engaged in a fierce gun battle, with bullets fired and a cloud of dust thrown up.
"You can meet acquaintances here..."
Luke couldn't help but stop and looked down at the team.
His eyes were slightly condensed, and strands of free energy shot out like a chain of lightning.
Crackling!
In less than two seconds, all the militants were reduced to a ball of charcoal and fell down.
"Lucian, long time no see."
Luke landed slowly, stepped on the ground, and said hello.
In the desert north of Iraq, he unexpectedly met Wolf King Lucian. Maybe this was a special fate.
"Cahill General!"
Lucian was also surprised.
After Superman disappeared, he still maintained contact with S.H.I.E.L.D..
Serena, who went to North America, has already established a foothold in New York, Boston, Detroit and other places, operating it as a solid base camp.
Lucian is responsible for the European continent to provide strong support for the future construction of Magical Congress.
"I just contacted Howard-Mr. Stark an hour ago and learned about your return. I was rude for not being able to meet and welcome you as soon as possible. Please forgive me."
Lucian's attitude is quite humble.
Even if he is already a European Wolf King, he still has to change back into a husky when he sees his master.
Superman's speech in front of Essex Tower, and his amazing move to kill Mister Sinister.
All were broadcast by television stations and then spread around the world.
It is estimated that the Soviet Union bear has already exploded.
The senior officials and dignitaries who finally had a good sleep began to panic again.
"When did Werewolves start taking over the security business?"
Luke ignored the surprised or curious looks of others and asked directly.
The reason why he became interested was that in addition to Lucian, there were four young Werewolves in this team, who seemed to be acting as bodyguards.
But their employers are all humans.
This is very strange.
"General, I made you laugh."
Lucian is a little embarrassed. The dignified European Wolf King works as a bodyguard, and he doesn't have the face to speak out.
"They come from...Bo Jian Department. A large and powerful organization in Europe and even around the world."
Werewolves If it wants to grow, it must establish good relations with political forces.
Bo Jian Department's group of people, most of the senior officials are high-ranking officials from various European countries.
Otherwise, Lucian would not have lowered his status and acted as a guard.
If he wants to expand the Werewolves family, he must obtain support from the top.
Bo Jian Department is naturally the person you want to make friends with.
"Bo Jian Department?"
Luke glanced at it, seemed to understand something, and asked, "Are you looking for Egyptian Princess Amunet's tomb?"
He didn't expect that a dark monster universe that was supposed to fail seemed to be about to surface.