Four eyes t.
Hawk smiled faintly.
"Why are you looking at ? It’s up to you!"
"...Then let’s not go!"
Wanda frowned.
Hawk shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine, but our daughter might carry that guilt for life."
"...That might be a trap aid at you."
"I know."
Hawk’s voice remained calm, and he looked at Wanda: "That’s why I have a plan!"
Wanda watched the smile on Hawk’s face.
"What plan?"
"I’ll go over and check it out first."
"Wha..."
Wanda was slightly startled.
The next second.
Before she could react, with a bang, Hawk, standing beside her, had already soared into the sky, creating a sonic boom cloud in the air and disappearing from everyone’s sight in the blink of an eye.
Red light streaked across the altitude.
Hawk rushed at supersonic speed toward Egypt Cairo’s direction.
Once more.
His dictionary included many words, but evasion was not one of them.
Hawk could choose a tactical retreat when sensing danger, but he also had the courage to face it head-on once he stepped into a trap.
Moreover, when he arrived in this cosmos, he already sensed that sothing was amiss.
Yet he still chose to set foot here, and in doing so, was prepared for the possibility of this being a trap targeted at him.
However, compared to when he first entered this cosmos and pondered whether it was a trap or rely a low-level threat, Hawk felt relaxed now.
Better dealing with a thief upfront than being haunted by one!
When he first arrived, the enemy was hidden, and Hawk couldn’t even be sure if there was an enemy.
But now the enemy had revealed themselves.
So what was there to worry about?
Apocalypse?
The legendary first mutant?
Wow!
Quite the intimidating reputation.
But...
And then?
Would that alone make Hawk back down?
Not possible.
Therefore—
Egypt, Cairo.
Sand tossed under the scorching sun like a golden ocean, and in the desert outskirts, a towering tal pyramid built recently by Magneto symbolized the newest throne of the Mutant Apocalypse.
Standing on a dune before the pyramid, Apocalypse was protected by his four horsen by his side.
Apocalypse’s dark blue skin shimred with a tallic sheen under the sunlight.
Apocalypse had a towering and sturdy fra, deep facial lines, and a wrinkled chin.
Dressed in ancient religious and Egyptian Elent-inspired black armor, Apocalypse looked like an ancient Tyrant from Egyptian mythology.
At this mont, Apocalypse had his eyes slightly closed, and his mind flashed with images from the mont of his revival.
Just then...
Boom!
A thunderous roar suddenly sounded from the sky.
In this world were Cairo’s thieves, the mutant Angel with nurous dreadlocks, the mutant Psylocke wearing a purple tight battle suit that outlined perfect muscular lines, the mutant Angel with giant, sharp tal wings, and the mutant Magneto, who, after the tragic death of his wife and daughter, donned his red helt and dark armor once more. They all simultaneously looked up toward the vast sky.
In sight!
A crimson light streaked swiftly from afar, instantly piercing the clouds and then hurtling at a speed faster than sound, landing hundreds of ters away from Apocalypse and his four horsen.
When Hawk’s feet touched the ground, the impact wave instantly leveled the surrounding dunes, and tremors reached miles away.
Violent, smoke-like sand swept toward Apocalypse and his four horsen.
Apocalypse remained still.
But his four horsen were swept off their feet by the sudden gust.
Despite the collapsing dunes beneath him, Apocalypse stood firmly in the raging sand due to his molecular manipulation ability, his reddish eyes opening, his gaze piercing through the sweeping sand and settling on Hawk, who was clad in a crimson tight battle suit, towering in stature and stern-faced.
Four eyes t.
"I’m really curious..."
Hawk spoke, his voice as usual, cold and calm, as if rely chatting: "I understand you can sense , but knowing I’m from the outside, that’s what I can’t comprehend, so who’s behind you, the Celestial God Team?"
Indeed.
He certainly didn’t believe Apocalypse alone could challenge him.
As Hawk had just said, perhaps Apocalypse could sense his existence, but there was absolutely no way he could know he was an outsider.
Without a doubt.
There must be a guy from the outside, like himself, who found Apocalypse and made him the vanguard of this ti.
Hawk’s first suspect was naturally the Celestial God Team, with whom he’s had past grievances.
But he wasn’t sure.
After all, if it were orchestrated by the Celestial God Team, then when Apocalypse captured Professor X, he should have also seized his daughter, Jean.
Because only in this way, Hawk might have so scruples.
Unlike now.
Apocalypse holds no leverage against him.
Because his daughter, Jean, is now with her mother. If the mastermind wants to play so trick of luring enemies away, they will be disappointed, as they will face the overwhelming fury of the Scarlet Witch, fierce in her motherhood.
But...
Apocalypse listened to Hawk’s words, remained motionless, his red pupils fixated on Hawk.
Except for Magneto, the other three knights nearby had a feeling of the master being humiliated leading to the knights’ death, attempting to attack Hawk.
Hawk caught everything with his eyes, watching the unmoved Apocalypse.
"Alright!"
"Don’t talk? Then ask the questions again during the fight!"
"Bang!"
Hawk’s figure drew a crimson shadow in the desert, a second ago still a hundred ters away, and as the words finished, Hawk’s fist was already close to the face of Apocalypse.
Apocalypse crossed his arms in front of his chest, under "Mutant Ability - Molecular Reconstruction," transforming his arms into an indestructible alloy shell.
Boom!
The instant Hawk’s fist collided with Apocalypse’s arms, a deafening tallic boom erupted.
The three knights eager to try were once again blasted away.
Magneto quickly dodged the range of attack, then, according to the agreent with Apocalypse, ascended into the air, starting to exert force, twisting and shifting Earth’s magnetic field.
The ground under Apocalypse’s feet began to crack in a radial pattern, the fissures extending from beneath him towards the base of the giant tal Pyramid towering in the desert.
The entire desert seed to tremble under Hawk’s strike.
The next mont.
In just an instant, Apocalypse finally could not withstand Hawk’s punch, as if a star collided, was instantly blown away, his body like a cannonball penetrating three sand dunes, relentlessly pursuing the fissure extending towards the pyramid’s base, finally, with a bang, slamd into the outer wall of the pyramid.
Just as he raised his head, Hawk had already appeared in front of him again.
The second punch.
Boom!
"Mutant Ability - Molecular Reconstruction!"
At the mont Hawk’s second punch landed, Apocalypse instantly decomposed his molecular structure; Hawk’s second punch passed straight through Apocalypse’s body, instantly piercing the outer wall of the pyramid behind him, a tal crater was ford with a sound.
At this mont.
Apocalypse’s body opportunely reassembled, then ford behind Hawk, his right hand transforming into a pitch-black blade, with a puff, stabbed towards Hawk’s chest as he turned around in an instant.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Hawk below.
Apocalypse above.
Apocalypse pressed one hand on Hawk’s body, pushing Hawk towards the inside of the tal Pyramid, while forcefully stabbing at Hawk’s chest.
But...
The blade’s tip collided with the crimson tight Battle Armor on Hawk, sparking a series of sparks, yet unable to penetrate Hawk’s armor.
For the first ti, a look of dismay appeared on Apocalypse’s talized face.
Hawk’s mouth curved upward, as he was about to slam against the tal floor below, he turned in midair, grabbed Apocalypse’s wrist, and reversed over the shoulder throw, slamming Apocalypse towards the tal ground inside the pyramid.
Boom!
Apocalypse’s back intimately contacted with the tal ground, making a muffled noise.
Like ringing a bell.
But people outside this bell might find the sound pleasant.
But if trapped inside the bell, it’s uncomfortable.
Hawk instinctively frowned, his gaze quickly scanned the pyramid’s interior filled with dense runes, invisible from the outside.
The next mont.
As the muffled sound gradually elongated, Hawk also felt the surrounding air suddenly becoming viscous.
This made Hawk feel as if suddenly trapped in a quagmire.
Sothing’s not right here!
Hawk raised his sword-like brow, looking up at the huge hole from which he had just arrived, quickly trying to leave.
But just then.
The hole he had just blasted started healing rapidly, sealed completely in the blink of an eye.
"Boom!"
"Buzz!"
Hawk’s punch landed on the wall, instantly, the runes carved on the wall seed to co alive, flashing with golden light and resonating, the viscous sensation intensified.
At this mont.
Hovering in midair, Hawk listened to the commotion, turned then looked down.
Into his sight.
Apocalypse had already risen from the tal floor, as the surrounding viscous sensation weakened, Apocalypse’s body began expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Two ters.
Three ters.
Until five ters.
And as Apocalypse’s body grew taller, likewise, his blue skin also appeared with complex golden runes similar to those inside the pyramid’s walls.
Apocalypse’s exposed golden runes breathed and echoed with the golden runes on the pyramid’s interior walls.
Hawk wasn’t in a rush to leave now, lowered his altitude, then gazed at Apocalypse, who had transford into a five-ter giant.
"So—"
"Is the pyramid your energy amplifier?"
"..."
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