Fake mage: rolls fireballs with his hands, chants spells, has a fragile body, and is afraid of assassins.
A true mage: Illumination, all attributes are added to health and defense, and he uses his fists to score the earth.
Apocalypse, who has been sleeping for thousands of years, still doesn't know that times have changed.
A weak mage who can only rub fireballs has no future.
In Marvel Universe's world view, there are only a few big masters who can be used as output turrets and cast spells without restraint.
Other mages who had done this ended up being swallowed whole by Dimensional Demon God because they couldn't afford the price.
Taking into account that spells cannot be abused, melee mages who use big swords, flails, and hammers to blast enemies, and whose skills include blocking, critical strikes, charging, decapitation, and armor piercing, have gradually become popular.
Kamar-Taj, Three Sanctuaries The basic condition for judging a qualified mage is whether he has strong muscles and a burly physique.
In their opinion, big muscle tyrants like Captain America.
He was born to carry a sword, put on armor, and devote his life to the vigorous cause of exorcism - of course, the premise is that he must have the talent to learn magic.
What?
Learn magic?
Just click Holy Light Illumination.
No need to waste energy on this.
"I have said before, you should learn to accept the changes of the new era, instead of remaining stubborn and immersed in your own delusions."
Luke cast "Ikonn's Form", and the gloomy sky was instantly filled with human figures.
At first glance, it looks like he has Apocalypse surrounded by himself.
There are layers of shadows that reveal illusory light, staring at Apocalypse at the same time.
They made neat movements, raising their hands and waving their swords.
Tenth Metal brought up a silver-white sharp light, tore through the space, and slashed downwards.
Apocalypse, who was trapped in a tight siege, suddenly felt like he had nowhere to hide.
"That's just the humble opinion of mortals!"
"The world is like a jungle, the weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive!"
"Morals, laws, emotions... they are all obstacles on the way forward! The shackles of biological evolution!"
Apocalypse roared angrily, rolled his eyes, and activated several abilities at the same time.
The crazy purple thunder light almost illuminated the sky above.
The fiercely swirling cold air gradually condensed, and layers of white frost covered it, seeming to freeze everything.
At the same time, he opened his mouth, and powerful destructive sound waves shook the space.
A series of screams and buzzes erupted in the atmosphere, and people nearby covered their ears and became deafened instantly.
Various innate abilities are continuously used by Apocalypse.
The entire battlefield is raging with energy, and it has become a life-forbidden zone for miles around. It is fatal to get even closer.
"Earth is a terrible place!"
Terrifying energy filled the area, and Phoenix, who was originally imprisoned in the lightning cage, wanted to take the opportunity to escape.
But feeling the aura of destruction contained in every inch of space, it silently gave up the idea.
Stay where you are quietly, waiting for this shocking battle to end.
"If I break into the battlefield now, I'm afraid I won't be crushed into dust."
Phoenix was a little annoyed. If he hadn't given one of the strongest Iron Fist in Kunlun history, Wu Fengxi, he would have been hammered from a full-level large account to a novice village trumpet.
How could it not be able to defeat Apocalypse, and how could it be in such a situation.
"You don't even have the qualifications to intervene."
Las Vegas The only building that was not affected was Hell Hotel. With the protection of Mephisto, the terrible aftermath of the high-altitude battle could not cause much damage.
Captain America stood on the top floor, looking at the battlefield high in the sky.
The huge flame phoenix collided with the lightning cage, but returned in vain.
Sparks that escape and fall from it can cause a disaster if they fall to the ground.
Even if fire trucks were dispatched, it would have no effect, and high-pressure water cannons could not extinguish the fire at all.
You can only wait until the energy is exhausted and the flame goes out.
In addition, all high-rise buildings near the battlefield were shattered and turned into ruins.
If the evacuation was not timely, the number of casualties alone would be an uncountable number.
"I said, can Luke win over that gray-skinned weirdo?"
Howard was a little nervous. He believed in Superman's strength, but the enemy he fought with seemed not weak either.
"I don't know. At the moment, I can't tell which side the balance of victory is going to tilt towards."
Countless pairs of eyes were staring at the battle between Superman and Apocalypse, but few could see clearly.
Even the enhanced Captain America could only barely capture the movement trajectories of the two figures.
The clones of Ikonn's Form disappeared one by one under the violent energy released by Apocalypse.
Luke, who revealed his true form, kept waving his sword blade, and the silver-white light connected into one piece, intertwining into a dragnet.
But Apocalypse is not an ordinary person. He raised his right hand and shook the space.
Tear open the narrow passage and escape quickly.
Then, Barry opened his mouth and directly blasted out an energy light cannon of Oblivion matter.
Superman missed the target, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the terrifying high temperature contained in Heat Vision was released.
Boom boom! Boom boom boom!
High in the sky, strong light flashed!
The skyscrapers below the battlefield are like melted ice cream, with a section missing.
Silently, Oblivion decomposes into dust particles.
"This Sorcerer Supreme is really... violent."
Compared to Howard and Steve who couldn't see the direction of the battle, Mephisto, who was tasting red wine and exuding a classy atmosphere, sighed in his heart.
He didn't think Luke would lose, but was secretly glad that he agreed to cooperate early and avoided another beating.
"I'm so witty."
The old devil thought so.
In the battlefield.
Bang!
A bang!
Apocalypse with stacked armor, Iron Fist with Superman on the front.
The former is like a heavy cannon, directly pulling out a long parabola.
After breaking through several buildings in succession, it fell to the hard ground and plowed a deep ravine.
The steel and concrete in front of him were like crispy biscuits, unable to stop the strong force at all.
"Look around you, how bad have you made this city?"
Luke fell from the sky and stared at Apocalypse who was struggling to get up.
"..."
Shaking his head vigorously, Apocalypse regained consciousness and looked confused.
It was obviously a fight between two people, why did all the responsibility fall on me?
"Considering that you have no financial ability to compensate for the losses, coupled with violent resistance to the law, it is of a bad nature."
Luke held his head high, his momentum rising, like a violent volcano.
The dark red cloak, the cold murderous intent, and the eyes with flashing fire.
In the eyes of uninformed outsiders, all this looks like a standard villain.
On the other hand, Apocalypse, who is at the bottom, looks a bit like a positive figure who fights hard - if you ignore his appearance.
There was a distance between the two sides, Superman pressed forward step by step, and Apocalypse struggled to get up.
This picture makes people want to cheer up the latter - come on, ugly big brother Mutants!
"What are you going to do with me? Your Honor."
Apocalypse coughed up a trace of blood and said sarcastically.
He frequently used a variety of abilities, and his body was almost empty.
Thinking of this, Mutant God couldn't help but admire the battery life of Superman.
It's amazing to see such a high-intensity battle without any loss of strength.
"Kill him on the spot!"
Luke made the verdict.
Apocalypse An enemy like this that poses a great threat and cannot communicate is best sent to hell.
Save yourself the trouble of having to clean up the mess yourself if something happens later.
He took one step forward, and the ground cracked, with a powerful recoil carrying strong winds.
In just an instant, Superman approached Apocalypse.