Superman of the American Comics

"I survived."

Caliban scraped away the thick gravel that covered him and stuck his head out.

After confirming the existence of the two horrors and getting farther and farther away from here, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt heartfelt joy for his successful escape.

No one expected that a grave robbery would lead to such serious consequences.

The earth shaking battle scene is still branded in Caliban's mind, which is completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Who is the other person?"

Kaliban shook off the gravel and wondered.

He can sense his compatriots and identify them.

The tall man in metal armor and gray skin is likely to be the apocalypse.

The legendary mutant God!

More powerful than Omega!

In addition to the apocalypse, Caliban could not think of any mutant who could have such a powerful breath.

He looked at the center of the battlefield, and the gravel turned into crystal particles like glass.

Like being melted by high temperature, it reflects bright light.

The two strongest men beyond human imagination almost turned the desert upside down for miles.

Great changes in terrain and collapse of buildings are like a natural disaster.

"Apocalypse... It really exists."

Caliban is wrapped in a tight robe. If the news is spread, it will definitely cause an uproar.

Mutant organizations active in Europe and America may migrate to the Middle East on a large scale to meet the Legendary God.

"If I can find the Apocalypse..."

Caliban sensed the importance of the information.

He is a mutant, if he can succeed in gaining the appreciation of the apocalypse.

Maybe you don't have to be yelled about by the warlords in the Middle East, and you don't have to continue to be an unknown black market businessman.

A brighter future, a broader future, awaits him.

"What do you want from me?"

Just as Caliban's eyes turned and planned to hold his thighs, a thick voice suddenly sounded.

The tall figure in metal armor stepped out of the space channel and looked down on the alpha mutant.

Caliban's legs were soft and trembling.

In front of the apocalypse, he is like a weak lamb.

"Great... Lord, great en Sabah Nur, great apocalypse, I want to be your servant."

As a black market businessman, Caliban has a good eye.

In the face of the majesty of the apocalypse, without strong support, kneel down directly.

A pious face, like a fanatical believer.

The apocalypse that just woke up soon raised a touch of satisfaction in his eyes.

He likes to enjoy the world's worship of himself.

"Good. My child, get up."

The Apocalypse raised his hand slightly and raised calibanto with his mind.

"Your name is Caliban? Driven by warlords? In order to find the Pharaoh's tomb?"

Just glancing at it, the Apocalypse read the needed thoughts from Caliban's mind.

He was called the "God of mutants" for no reason.

The Apocalypse has mastered most powerful talents.

To some extent, he is similar to Superman. He is a hexagonal warrior without obvious short board.

"Your ability is very useful to me."

"But it's not strong enough."

"Why bind your talent, child? Show it to yourself!"

"No longer resist, no longer resist, open your body and mind and welcome a new self!"

Apocalypse, like the leader of the offline MLM organization, awakened the accumulated resentment in Caliban with an impassioned tone and mental control.

He rolled up his eyes and put his right hand on each other's head.

The forces acting on the micro level rapidly transformed the mutant human gene in Caliban.

This is like an albino black market businessman who is extremely afraid of the sun.

In a few breaths, he got rid of the defects rooted in genes and took his ability to a higher level.

"Me, I'm strengthened?"

Caliban was breathing like a drowning man.

He opened his hood and the ultraviolet light shone on his body, no longer burning.

Spiritual power is like a radar network, radiating out on a large scale.

Those red light spots belonging to mutants are reflected in my mind one by one.

The entire capital of Cairo is within the perception of Caliban.

This is absolutely impossible to do before!

"Find more compatriots for me and tell my people -"

The Apocalypse paused and said, "their gods are back!"

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The Apocalypse is busy developing believers and looking for his four knights.

On his way back, Luke saw an archaeological team attacked by militants.

As the battlefield moved, he and Apocalypse had already fought from Egypt to northern Iraq.

After the latter put forward the strike proposal, Superman did not intend to continue to pursue.

Solve Mr. omen and conqueror Kang, and the Divine Shield bureau is still waiting for him to go back and rectify order.

Just as the Apocalypse didn't want to waste his strength on battle, Luke didn't bother to compete with an antique.

Flying in midair, he saw a team riding camels wearing obviously different clothes from the locals and bumping into wandering terrorists in the desert.

There was a fierce gunfight between the two sides, with rattling bullets, splashing a piece of sand and dust.

"You can meet acquaintances here..."

Luke stopped and looked down at the team.

His eyes were slightly frozen, and strands of free energy ejected like a series of lightning.

Crackling!

In less than two seconds, the militants were turned into a mass of coke and fell down.

"Lucian, long time no see."

Luke landed slowly, stepped on the ground and said hello.

In the desert of northern Iraq, he even met the wolf king Lucian. Maybe this is a special fate.

"General Carville!"

Lucian was also surprised.

After Superman disappeared, he still maintained contact with s.h.i.e.l.d.

Serena, who went to the North American continent, has established herself in New York, Boston, Detroit and other places and has managed it into a solid base camp.

Lucian is responsible for the European continent, which is convenient to provide strong support for the establishment of the magic Congress in the future.

"I just contacted Mr. Howard stark an hour ago and learned about your return. It's my rudeness to fail to meet and welcome you at the first time. Please forgive me."

Lucian's attitude is quite humble.

Even if it is already the European wolf king, you can see the master, you still have to change back to husky.

Superman's speech in front of the Essex building and the amazing act of killing Mr. omen.

It was broadcast on TV and then spread all over the world.

It is estimated that the Soviet hairy bear has fried the pot.

After a long sleep, senior officials and dignitaries began to panic again.

"When did the werewolf start the security business?"

Luke asked directly, ignoring the surprised or curious eyes of others.

The reason why he was interested was that there were four young werewolves in the team in addition to Lucien, which seemed to act as bodyguards.

And their employers are all human.

It's strange.

"General, I make you laugh."

Lucian was a little embarrassed. The European wolf king was a bodyguard. He didn't have face to say it.

"They come from the... Expo department. A large organization with great strength in Europe and even around the world."

If werewolves want to grow, they must have a good relationship with political forces.

The vast majority of the senior members of the Bojian department are senior officials from European countries.

Otherwise, Lucian will not surrender his identity and act as a guard.

If he wants to expand the werewolf family, he needs the support of the upper class.

Bo Jian Department is naturally the object to make friends with.

"Bo Jian Department?"

Luke glanced around as if he knew something and asked, "aren't you looking for the tomb of Egyptian Princess anmanet?"

He did not expect that a dark monster universe that should have failed seemed to surface.