Chapter 335 - 332 Prodigium, Mummy.
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"I can't believe I survived."
Caliban shoved away the thick debris covering his body and poked his head out.
After making sure that the two horrible beings were getting farther and farther away from him, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt heartfelt joy that he had managed to survive.
No one thought that a grave robbery would lead to such serious consequences.
The earth-shattering battle scene was still imprinted in Caliban's mind, which was completely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
"Who was the other person?"
Caliban shook off the dust while wondering.
He could sense his compatriots and identify them.
The tall man in tal armor and gray skin was most likely Apocalypse.
The legendary mutant god!
More powerful than an Oga!
In addition to Apocalypse, Caliban couldn't think of any mutant who could have such a powerful aura.
He looked at the center of the battlefield; sand and gravel were turned into glass-like crystallized particles.
As if lted by high temperature, it reflected bright light.
The two powerful n were beyond human imagination. The aftermath of their fight almost turned the desert upside down for miles around.
The terrain changed dramatically, and the buildings caved in as if a natural disaster had struck.
"Apocalypse … really exists."
Caliban wrapped his robe tightly around his body. If this news got around, it would definitely cause quite a stir.
Mutant organizations active in Europe and Arica might move to the Middle East on a large scale to et the legendary deity.
"If I can find Apocalypse …"
Caliban sensed the value of this information.
He was a mutant, and if he could successfully gain Apocalypse's recognition…
Maybe he wouldn't have to be bossed around by Middle Eastern warlords, and he wouldn't have to remain a naless black-market trader.
A brighter future, a broader future, awaited him!
"What do you want from ?"
Just when Caliban's eyes were twinkling, and he was contemplating how to suck up to the god, a deep voice suddenly rang out.
The tall figure clad in tal battle armor took a step out of the space passageway and looked down at the Alpha mutant.
Caliban's legs were weak and trembling.
In front of Apocalypse, he was like a weak lamb.
"Great … Sovereign, Great En-Sabah-Nur, Great Apocalypse… I want to be your servant."
As a black-market trader, Caliban had a good eye.
Facing Apocalypse's majestic montum and having no support, he directly knelt down.
Look pious, like a fanatical believer.
A touch of satisfaction rose in Apocalypse's eyes. He hadn't woken up for long.
He still enjoyed the worship of the world.
"Very good. My child, get up."
Apocalypse slightly raised his hand and lifted Caliban up with his mind.
"Your na is Caliban? Do the warlords force you? To find the tomb of the Pharaohs?"
With just a quick glance, Apocalypse read the needed thoughts from Caliban's mind.
He was called the 'God of Mutants', not without reason.
Apocalypse mastered most of the powerful natural abilities out there.
To so extent, he was sowhat similar to Superman, both of whom were warriors without obvious flaws.
"Your ability is very useful to ."
"But, far from powerful enough."
"Why do you want to stifle your talent, child? Bring it all out!"
"No more resistance, no more resistance. Open yourself up to your new self!"
Like the leader of an offline pyramid sche, Apocalypse used an impassioned voice and mind control to awaken Caliban's pent-up feelings of resentnt.
His eyes rolled up as he put his right hand on the other's head.
Forces acting at the microscopic level were rapidly modifying the mutant genes in Caliban's body.
The albino, sun-fearing, black market dealer…
In a few breaths, it got rid of the defects rooted in his genes, and his ability reached a new level.
"I… I've been strengthened?"
Caliban was breathing heavily like a drowning man.
He lifted his hood and the ultraviolet rays shined on his body. It no longer caused a burning sensation.
His ntal power was like a radar network, radiating out in a wide range.
The red dots that represented mutants were reflected in his mind, one by one.
The entire capital of Cairo was within Caliban's perception.
This was sothing impossible for him before!
"Seek more of my people and tell my people--"
Apocalypse paused for a mont and then said, "Their God has returned!"
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…
Apocalypse was busy developing believers and searching for his Four Horsen.
Luke was on his way back when he saw an archaeological team being attacked by ard n.
With the battlefield moving, he and Apocalypse had long fought from Egypt to northern Iraq.
After the latter proposed to stop fighting, Superman didn't intend to pursue it further.
To solve Mister Sinister and Kang the Conqueror, S.H.I.E.L.D was still waiting for him to return and rectify the order.
Just as Apocalypse didn't want to waste his strength on fighting, Luke was too lazy to fight with an old antique.
Flying in mid-air, he saw a team of cal-riding, clearly differently dressed locals, crashing into terrorists on patrol in the desert.
There was a fierce gun battle between the two sides, with many bullets shooting and dust splashing.
"et acquaintances here …?"
Luke couldn't help but stop and look down at the team.
His eyes slightly condensed while a wisp of free energy bounced out like a chain of lightning.
Crackle!
In less than 2 seconds, all the militants were turned into a mass of charcoal and fell down.
"Lucian, long ti no see."
Luke slowly landed, placing his feet on the ground, and greeted him.
In the desert of northern Iraq, he actually t Lucian, the Lycan Leader. Perhaps this was a special destiny.
"General Cavill!"
Lucian was surprised too.
After Superman disappeared, he still kept in touch with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Selene, who went to North Arica, had established herself in New York, Boston, Detroit, and other places and turned it into a solid base camp.
On the other hand, Lucian was in charge of the European continent to provide solid support for the future construction of the Magic Congress.
"I just contacted Howard Stark an hour ago and got the news of your return. Please forgive for not being able to et and greet you in the first place."
Lucian's attitude was quite humble.
Even if he were already a Lycan Leader in Europe, when he saw his master, he would still turn into a Husky.
Superman's speech in front of the Essex building, and the shocking killing of Mister Sinister, were broadcast by TV stations and spread all over the world.
It looked like the Red Bear of the Soviet Union would soon burst into flas.
The senior officials, who had easily slept for a while, would start to panic again.
"Since when did werewolves take up security work?"
Luke ignored the looks of surprise and curiosity from the others and directly asked.
He was interested because there were four young werewolves in this team besides Lucian, who seed to act as bodyguards.
And their employers were all human beings.
This was very strange.
"General, I'm sorry you had to see a joke."
Lucian was a little embarrassed. He was the Lycan Leader of Europe, and becoming a bodyguard was too embarrassing to talk about.
"They are from … Prodigium. A large organization with considerable strength in Europe and all over the world."
If the werewolves wanted to grow, they had to create good connections with political forces.
The vast majority of the people in Prodigium's group were high-ranking officials from European countries.
Otherwise, Lucian wouldn't have degraded himself to act as a bodyguard.
If he wanted to expand the werewolf clan, he needed the support of the upper class.
Prodigium was naturally a good connection.
"Prodigium?"
Luke glanced at them, as if he understood sothing, and asked, "You are not looking for the tomb of the Egyptian Princess Ahmanet, are you?"
He didn't expect that the Dark Universe, which should have been a failure, would be surfacing.
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