C331 - 328 Sleeping Pharaoh, Apocalypse's Reward.

Luke noticed something was wrong when the spatial coordinates were disrupted.

He could have instantly opened a portal with his reaction speed and avoided the phase shift without any problem.

Instead of doing this, Superman, like a predator at the top of the food chain, took the initiative to step into the trap launched by Kang the Conqueror before his death.

He was curious about what kind of strong enemy the other party could find for him.

In the current era, on this planet.

The only people who could get Superman to treat them seriously were, probably, the Ancient One and Odin.

Kang the Conqueror couldn't call some Omega mutants, or a Sentinel, or Hulk from the future, to arm wrestle him.

"Oh, so that's how it is."

After a casual glance at the ancient Egyptian pyramid, Luke quickly figured out Kang the Conqueror's plan.

"If I remember correctly, he and Apocalypse have always been sworn enemies."

Seeing the ancient Egyptian pyramid, Luke's first thought was the God of Mutants, Apocalypse.

Kang the Conqueror once impersonated an Egyptian Pharaoh and had a personal grudge against Apocalypse.

Through the phase shift, Superman was brought into a pyramid.

What he wanted to do was self-evident.

'Using me as a knife to kill someone else?'

'But why would Apocalypse do what Kang wanted?'

'However, this is a strong opponent. '

Luke curled his lips. As early as the time he met the Black King, Sebastian Shaw, he had heard of Apocalypse's great name.

The latter, whose real name was En-Sabah-Nur, was born in the first century of ancient Egypt and was the first mutant in Earth's history.

Even Selene, the Black Queen, the witch with a long life span who was active in the Roman Empire, hadn't been around as long as the other party.

As for Kang the Conqueror and Apocalypse, there was a feud between them.

It goes back to a very early time, during the first dynasty of ancient Egypt when Kang the Conqueror pretended to be a Pharaoh and ruled the country with great power.

Apocalypse was just an abandoned baby, adopted by a wanderer.

As a futurist familiar with the plot, Kang took a fancy to Apocalypse's great potential.

Therefore, he intended to control the other party, accept him as a younger brother, and train him as the number one messenger and fighter.

But unfortunately, in this process, Kang messed up and unfortunately overturned everything. He was regarded as an enemy by Apocalypse.

After awakening his ability, Apocalypse led the Egyptian people to overthrow Kang the Conqueror's cruel rule.

When the latter saw that the situation was bad, he fled in panic.

This incident had always been a source of shame and humiliation for Kang the Conqueror.

Apocalypse never forgot him and always wanted to take revenge on Kang the Conqueror.

Since then, the two had been at odds and hated each other.

Kang the Conqueror, to defeat Luke, actually looked for Apocalypse and woke him up.

It can be seen that his resentment against Superman had surpassed his old rival in a short time.

'I'm obviously a good guy. Kang the Conqueror is the villain. '

Luke shook his head, not understanding what Kang's hatred for him was all about.

He was the light of the righteous path, the beacon of light on the earth.

An absolutely positive role, a superhero.

Was there anything wrong with killing a villain like Kang the Conqueror?

It clearly fitted the standard ending of a popular Hollywood movie.

'Apocalypse, worthy of being the God of Mutants.'

Luke's mind wandered as he walked towards the bottom of the pyramid.

He could clearly feel the dormant, sleeping, but still strong and abundant life energy.

Apocalypse was there.

And he was gradually waking up.

That horrible oppressive atmosphere, like a volcano, suddenly erupted, causing a sense of suffocation.

Luke didn't choose to leave but continued down.

He still had the leisure to observe the architectural structure and cultural characteristics of the pyramid.

Along the way, the murals and reliefs he saw were well preserved.

The Egyptians looked like they were doing a robotic dance, with animal feathers or bones on their heads as ornaments.

Or holding a spear and hunting beasts.

Or hold rituals and worship the gods.

The vivid murals depicted several aspects of ancient times.

Then again, the pyramids of ancient Egypt emerged as "one of the seven wonders of the world" because of Kang the Conqueror.

As a future man, he built the Pyramids while posing as a Pharaoh. Pyramids and sphinxes were all the 'creative things' he brought up.

Later, Kang the Conqueror was overthrown by Apocalypse; part of it was caused by spectacles and misunderstanding of the country.

Boom! Boom!

The thunderous sound spread far and wide.

The further down he went, the more Luke could feel a strong pressure.

Like sticky glue in the air, each step was a struggle for a normal person.

The energy radiated out, illuminating the dimly enclosed space.

"Is this ... the God of Mutants?"

Luke stepped into the wide hall, and from a distance, he saw a tall man lying on a stone platform with an intricate circuit carved into it.

The other's skin was gray, lips were blue, and solid muscles like steel, exposed without any covering.

Thump thump! Thump thump thump!

The sound of a strong, powerful heartbeat resembled the beating of a giant drum.

"He looks like Thanos with a different skin."

Luke spat.

The body was bathed in the glow of energy. The strong and tall Apocalypse was indeed similar to Thanos, the Titan.

"Who... is ..."

A thick voice echoed through the hall. Sensing an intruder, the gray figure slowly sat up.

When he stood up, the gilded stone platform turned to dust.

Then, it was as if a big invisible hand molded it. It turned into metal battle armor.

This powerful ability to manipulate matter was powerful enough to beat the Black King Sebastian Shaw, Mister Sinister, and other Alpha-level mutants.

"Did... you... wake... me... up...?"

Apocalypse, the oldest mutant on earth, woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the tall figure standing at the door, with strange emotions flashing in his eyes.

'This isn't Nathaniel Essex, the human who volunteered to be a slave?'

In this world, there was no one but Nathaniel who knew where he slept.

"The great En-Sabah-Nur."

Luke insincerely addressed with honorifics.

"Someone else woke you up from the deep sleep."

"His name is Kang the Conqueror, a man of the future."

Boom!

When Luke mentioned 'Kang the Conqueror', Apocalypse, who was still in a sleepy state, immediately widened his eyes, and his anger flared.

The terrifying energy impacted the void and shook the huge pyramid.

It was evident how deep the hatred for that damned bastard was embedded in Apocalypse.

"Where is he?"

Apocalypse clenched his fists, and his eyes radiated cold light.

He was just waiting for Luke to say where Kang was and immediately go punch his enemy's head off.

"Great En-Sabah-Nur, Kang the Conqueror -- is dead."

Luke replied.

"Did you do it?"

Apocalypse was surprised and then asked again.

"Yes, he and I happen to have some ... personal grudges."

Luke nodded his head.

"Very good!"

The cold gray face of Apocalypse revealed a rare smile.

He took a step forward and slowly rose into the air.

The stone pillars and frescoes in the main hall were reorganized into a stone throne in a matter of moments.

Apocalypse sat on it, like a king and a god who ruled everything.

Looking down at Luke below, he generously asked, "So, human, what reward do you need?"

"I can make you a noble mutant, give you extraordinary abilities, and allow you to follow by my side."

This was Apocalypse's thinking.

He used to be a Pharaoh and a deity and had been worshipped by the world.

Therefore, it was a great honor to be able to follow him.

Besides, according to Apocalypse, human beings were extremely backward on the evolutionary level, quite behind, and completely inferior to mutants.

It was a great reward to turn a human being into a mutant.

"Sorry, I don't need these gifts, Great En-Sabah-Nur."

Luke lacked any interest and directly refused.

He had nothing in common with this old man, who had been sleeping for too long and had a rigid mind.

"Oh, I haven't experienced the taste of being rejected for a long time."

Apocalypse said in anger.

He was a noble Pharaoh and a great god.

Others had always begged and catered to him.

But this human in front of him actually showed an 'uninterested' look.

Outrageous!

"My reward will never be taken back ..."

Apocalypse said in a deep voice.

Energy radiated out and enveloped Luke, who was standing in place.

When he first met Mister Sinister, Nathaniel Essex.

The latter knelt on the floor, almost licking Apocalypse's shoes, before getting the opportunity to become a mutant.

How could this man refuse him!

Apocalypse wouldn't allow it!

The energy glow attempted to penetrate Luke's body and transform him into a mutant.

However --

The latter directly opened his bio-force field and isolated the powerful energy glow.

"Who are you?"

Apocalypse was shocked, and his eyes glowed brightly.

"Since you asked in good faith, then I'll..."

Luke hadn't mentioned his history yet; the pyramid shook violently as if there was an earthquake.

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Ancient Egypt, one of the four ancient civilizations.

It was located in northeastern Africa, in the middle and lower reaches of the Nile River, which was now the Middle East.

This place could be summarized as 'one ancestor, two ethnic groups, three displacements, and four wars'.

Because of its special geographical location, it was the transportation hub between the east and west.

Coupled with religious and cultural differences, this area was in a chaotic state all year round.

Of course, there were also reasons for the interference and meddling of large nations.

Most people's impression of ancient Egypt was probably the dark and rustic temple buildings, the magnificent pyramids, and the mysterious sphinxes.

In fact, in addition to the above, the earliest mutant organization also appeared here.

Compared with Europe and North America, the Middle East, where three religions and nine streams were mixed and lived in groups, was actually a place where it was more convenient for someone to hide and receive less rejection and persecution.

In addition, the oldest mutant on earth, Apocalypse, was born in ancient Egypt.

After he became a noble Pharaoh, he turned all the loyal guards around him into mutants.

Later, Apocalypse fell into a deep sleep and was gradually forgotten.

But those who were transformed into mutants continued to develop their compatriots and grow in power.

In the Middle East, every warlord or religious leader possessed some kind of power.

More or less, they had several mutants as secret weapons in their hands.

Turn back the clock to 20 minutes ago...

Outside the pyramid.

In the endless desert of yellow sand.

A team of people was actively carrying out excavation work.

Looking at how they were dressed, they looked like a merchant caravan walking through the desert.

But judging from their behavior, they were more like a group of tomb raiders.

A pyramid was the tomb of ancient Egyptian kings, and these rulers were historically referred to as 'Pharaohs'.

Due to the profound influence of religious culture, the ancient Egyptians developed a deep-rooted concept of an 'afterlife'.

They believed that the earthly world was only a temporary dwelling and that eternity could only be achieved after death.

Therefore, every ancient Egyptian, especially the noble class...

Would carefully prepare their graves to gain eternal life after death.

The pyramids of the Pharaohs' tombs, signifying the 'Stairway to Heaven', were naturally even more magnificent.

When they died, they would use various precious jewels and antiques as funerary objects.

Those rulers enjoyed great honor during their lifetime, and after their death, they were eager to bring their power and glory to the underworld.

They just didn't know that using a magnificent building like the pyramids as tombs could not only demonstrate their own power and majesty but also attract an endless stream of tomb raiders.

For example, right now.

"Are you sure it's here?"

A brash man with a beard frowned and asked.

"I'm looking for Pharaoh's tomb, just like Tutankhamun's tomb. One that will make a lot of money for us!"

Tutankhamun was also an Egyptian Pharaoh. His tomb was located in the Valley of the Kings and was later discovered by a British archaeologist.

The funerary objects inside were priceless. Just the gold mask, which weighed 10 kilograms and was inlaid with various precious stones, could be auctioned at a sky-high price.

According to statistics, museums valued some of the antiques and gold excavated, as much as £6.5 billion.

It's an astronomical amount, enough to make anyone crazy.

Since the discovery of Tutankhamun's tomb, the archaeologists who participated in the exploration work became rich overnight and attracted countless envious eyes.

Correspondingly, the Valley of the Kings, which was dedicated to the burial of Pharaoh and his concubines, was also full of dug-out holes.

Any place where there might be treasure buried had been enthusiastically visited by grave robbers.

"Caliban is not lying. I can feel that there's a pyramid underneath that hasn't been discovered. It's buried underground."

A bald man, who looked like he had albinism, said in a positive tone.

His name was Caliban, and he was an Alpha mutant.

With excellent sensory abilities, not only can he detect nearby compatriots but also survey the terrain. He could be called a human radar.

"I hope you didn't make a mistake."

The bearded man said with a warning.

Archaeological work in Egypt had been one of the hottest investments in recent years.

Many wealthy aristocrats liked to look for archaeologists and "sponsor" them in looking for Pharaoh's tombs.

If they succeeded once, they would be rewarded with a great deal of money.

Just like the great voyages that once prevailed, when royalty sponsored voyagers who discovered new lands and brought back gold and spices.

"Caliban doesn't make mistakes."

The bald man seemed to be afraid of the sun and covered himself with a hood.

He was one of the most famous black-market dealers and intelligence brokers in the Middle East.

As a mutant, he wasn't discriminated against but also prospered.

"Dig down, and you will definitely be surprised."

Caliban hid in the shadows. In his perception, there was a magnificent pyramid underground.

Judging from the size and scale, it was definitely not much worse than Tutankhamun's tomb.

His deal with the bearded man was to find the other man a pyramid tomb that grave robbers hadn't visited.

He could get a generous reward, as well as protection from private armed forces.

The bearded man was a major warlord in the Middle East, and the employer behind him was even more mysterious.

They belonged to the class of people Caliban couldn't offend.

"Found it!"

Someone dug up the entrance to the pyramid.

"It's sealed from the inside. We can only use explosives to open it!"

When the bearded man heard that the entrance was sealed, there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

This meant that tomb raiders hadn't visited it, and the tomb was still intact, like a virgin.

"Blast it! Blow it up!"

The bearded man shouted.

He was employed by an organization in England that specialized in finding ancient relics, such as pyramids and Pharaohs' coffins.

Some rich and powerful Englishmen seemed to be interested in mystical forces.

Whenever there was news in this area, they would contact him and actively provide a lot of manpower and material resources.

"Well done, Caliban! You really are useful."

The bearded man was very pleased and didn't hesitate to praise.

Soon, the explosives were laid out.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

A huge sound exploded out, shaking up the gravel on the ground.

The entrance to the interior of the pyramid had been unsealed.

"Send in a team first! Check out the situation!"

The bearded man commanded.

To prevent tomb raiders from destroying tombs and disturbing the Pharaoh's sleep...

Some pyramids were designed with various mechanisms at the beginning of their construction.

After the uninvited guests met their deaths, there were stories of 'Pharaoh's curse', 'ghost hauntings', and other such frightening stories.

"If we can find some good things, the Englishman should be a bit more generous."

The bearded man had a good dream. A local warlord like him might have a better future if he could please that Englishman.

"Wait ..."

A few minutes later, hiding in the shadows, Caliban's face slightly changed, as if he had sensed something.

A flash of fear rose in his eyes. He rushed to the bearded man's side.

Ignoring the scorching sunlight, he urgently said, "Get out of here! There's someone inside ...!"

'Someone inside?'

The pyramids were tombs of the Pharaohs. In addition to mummies and dried corpses, what else could there be?

The bearded man's question was still stuck in his throat when the ground suddenly shook, far greater than the movement caused by explosives.

Gravel, like running water, kept rolling and forming swirls of varying sizes.

Boom!

The pyramid, which was buried in the ground, suddenly rose.

The terrifying pressure, which seemed to flow down like a waterfall, made everyone in the crowd feel as if they were smothered.

The magnificent pyramid rose from the ground and revealed its true face.

Immediately after, a tall figure dressed in metal battle armor, full of majesty, came out of it.

"Could it be ... Apocalypse?"

Caliban shivered. In his perception, the tall figure was like a huge mountain, pressing down on people, leaving them breathless.

The energy glow radiated out and generated heat as if it were solid.

Just like the sun god in ancient Egyptian mythology, people couldn't help but feel as if they needed to kneel down and worship.

Caliban immediately thought of the legendary Apocalypse, the oldest mutant on earth.

He couldn't think of any other mutant who could possess such a terrifying aura except for him.

"But why is there ... another one?"

Trembling, Caliban slowly knelt down.

His inner shock hadn't calmed down as he felt another powerful existence.

The man radiated an energy glow that wasn't much worse than that of Apocalypse, a majestic aura like an erupting volcano.

For a moment, it was as if two suns had appeared in the sky.

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In Caliban's mental world, the power of Apocalypse was like a destructive storm.

Abusive and changeable, chaotic and strong.

Full of ruthlessness and coldness, which felt daunting.

And the other person, like a celestial body, shined brightly.

Its energy structure was stable and orderly, extending from the core outward, deep and wide.

In a word, they were both powerful individuals who existed beyond imagination.

"Why did they both... suddenly appear?"

Caliban was like an ostrich, shrinking in the shadowy corner.

He couldn't wait to dig a hole and bury himself to avoid being affected by the collision of two terrible forces.

For a mutant with excellent perception and outstanding mental ability, the mere presence of those two was overwhelming.

Not to mention how intense the actual encounter would be.

"This is a god ..."

The bearded man opened his mouth wide in shock as he said so.

Apocalypse, which made a grand entrance, stood in mid-air with open hands.

The magnificent pyramid was rising from the ground beneath his feet. The hot sun shining brightly behind him gave the metal battle armor a layer of golden brilliance.

Such scenes reminded the bearded man of ancient Egyptian myths, the legendary Pharaoh's curse, the mysterious power of pyramids, and so on.

Subconsciously, the warlord thought that his reckless act of blowing open the entrance angered the sleeping Pharaoh.

It revived the ruler of ancient Egypt from the land of the dead.

"Faisal! Bring me the rocket launcher!"

Generally speaking, mortals who witnessed this miracle would inevitably crawl to the ground and beg the gods for forgiveness.

But unfortunately, the bearded man was a staunch and determined materialist.

In the midst of these phenomena, the thought that came to his mind was to find a way to shoot at this opponent!

Even if a Pharaoh really came back to life, a decaying mummy shouldn't be feared!

Over the years, the bearded man had excavated more than a handful of tombs and opened more than a few coffins.

"Yes! Boss!"

A few privately armed men, with quick hands and feet, carried the 60mm M1 rocket launcher.

As seasoned tomb raiders, it was normal for them to bring a rocket launcher with them.

Swoosh!

They fought the mysterious forces of ancient Egypt with hot weapons!

Overcome superstition with science!

This group of raiders had such thoughts.

Without hesitation, they directly fired.

Several rockets with flaming tails bombarded Apocalypse, who was standing in mid-air.

"Small human beings and their backward weapons."

Apocalypse turned up his eyes -- this was one of the external manifestations of how he activated his abilities.

The few rockets that came whistling immediately appeared as if they were caught in a sticky glue. They slowly stopped in mid-air and turned around.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The flames of the explosion turned into a rolling wave of heat.

The rockets didn't hit the bearded man and blow him to pieces but were suddenly detonated instead.

"Why should the Great En-Sabah-Nur, the former Pharaoh, have to inflict his anger on mortals? "

A sturdy figure broke through the tumbling sea of fire and appeared in front of the crowd.

Luke was thinking about how to deal with Apocalypse. The other party was the strongest among the mutants, and undoubtedly a strong opponent.

He didn't have the Phoenix Force, like the Omega-level mutant, Jean Grey.

Even if Magneto and Professor X joined hands, they still might not be able to resist either.

Generally speaking, strong people like Apocalypse were unwilling to communicate in a friendly manner and listen to reasoning.

He had a way of doing things and a worldview that no ordinary person could shake.

Because he was abandoned in the desert as a child, then discovered and adopted by nomadic people nearby, Apocalypse firmly believed in the natural law of 'survival of the fittest' and was an extreme racist.

Roughly speaking, there was no difference between Hitler, Sebastian Shaw, and Magneto.

Promoting the supremacy of mutants and passion about the cruel and tragic war, identifying the strong from the weak.

Therefore, at the ideological level.

Luke was bound to fail in negotiating and wouldn't be able to reach a consensus with Apocalypse.

This was perhaps the main reason why Kang the Conqueror woke Apocalypse in a desperate attempt to create a formidable enemy for Superman.

They were natural enemies. In addition to fighting and destroying, there were no other means.

"Why would a strong man like you care about humble ants?"

Apocalypse looked at the intruder who broke into the pyramid and disturbed his sleep.

"I used to be one of them."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and spoke lightly.

"But you're not one now."

Apocalypse spoke eloquently.

"When ants evolve wings, they will no longer be in the company of their fellow ants who crawl on the ground."

His evaluation of this stranger had been lowered down a notch.

A guy who retained superfluous feelings and didn't recognize his own existence.

He could only be regarded as a rival, not a strong enemy.

"Ants grow wings, but they're still ants."

Luke curled his lips and sarcastically said, "If you're blindly arrogant and inflated inside because you're a little stronger, that would be truly ridiculous. You can't see yourself clearly."

Superman's words made Apocalypse's gray face reveal a touch of anger.

As a noble Pharaoh and a revered god, no one had ever dared to defy him.

But Luke had repeatedly touched his bottom line today.

"Perhaps you are strong among the humans."

Apocalypse's patience ran out. He stepped forward, and the void shook.

"But when it comes to gifted mutants, it's not even close."

The former Pharaoh had great confidence in his own racial superiority.

Luke's mouth twitched. He wanted to say that he hadn't only beaten mutants but also slept with mutants.

No differences were found in the physical form or in other areas.

"Sure enough, I can't communicate properly with a racist."

Luke's eyes were slightly condensed. The radiant energy around his body gradually occupied half of the void between them, competing with Apocalypse.

"Ah, survival of the fittest. This is the law of nature and the true meaning of the path to evolution."

Apocalypse was full of confidence, looking down on the earth.

At the sight of Caliban, who was trembling, a look of disgust rose in his eyes.

"When I was a child, I was abandoned in the heat of the desert."

"Later, I was forced to become a slave, wandering on the edge of life and death every day."

"No one thought I would survive and grow up well."

"But I did it! And became the strongest of them all!"

"I became a god! A great ruler!"

Apocalypse clenched his fist; his voice was cold.

The magnificent pyramid, under his terrifying power, was instantly turned into powder.

After that, those tiny particles of dust quickly transformed into fist-sized thunderbolts and bombarded the opposite side.

Tens of millions of spherical lightning, like energy shells dropped by bombers, covering every inch of space Luke was in.

If Apocalypse made a move, it would be a shocking move.

"The world you want to create is hopeless and meaningless."

Luke's eyes gathered crimson light. The high-temperature energy formed a dense net while it abruptly spread.

"Power dominates everything, and the weak shouldn't survive. This is more like a brutal choice made by a reckless man with no power at all."

After his return, he visited Dr. Zola to complete the long-awaited transformation experiment.

Wöden's Blood gave Superman a more detailed and microscopic approach to energy manipulation.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Terrifying thunder and lightning, hitting the raging high-temperature energy, immediately triggered an extremely violent explosion!

In a flash!

Sand and stones were flying!

The sky was covered!

A thunderous boom came from high above, one after another. It was endless.

The exuberant heat melted the sand and gravel into crystallized particles.

Then, they all fell down like a hailstorm.

Caliban hid on the ground below, along with the bearded warlord.

Faced with the horrific scene of a natural disaster and doomsday, they could only shrink their necks and embrace each other in silence.

The bearded man had just witnessed with his own eyes, one of his men was affected by the violent energy wave, and in an instant, their flesh turned into powder.

Not to mention the corpse; even the ashes were blown away, nothing was left.

"Is that all?"

Luke's voice cut through the wind and sand. Just as he finished speaking, a gray fist came crashing down.

Once again, Apocalypse took a step. The spatial scope seemed to shorten, and he instantly appeared in front of Superman.

The strong and powerful fist, like a cannonball out of the cannon, came straight on, bringing up the suffocating pressure of the wind.

Luke narrowed his eyes. He sensed the terrible power contained in this heavy punch.

Then, he raised his brow.

His right hand clenched into a fist and struck out with the same gesture.

Boom--

The atmosphere exploded, and the originally calm energy storm swept through once again!

As soon as the two fists collided, the powerful force with different natures spread into a strong shock wave.

The storm swept the dust and blew up the sand and gravel, forming a massive sandstorm.

And the two people in the center involuntarily took a few steps back.

"It seems that I underestimated you."

After the exchange, Apocalypse changed his attitude and began to take him seriously.

He believed that his opponent's strength might be on par with his own.

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If he knew what Apocalypse was thinking, Luke would definitely say—

'Be confident and remove the word 'maybe' from your vocabulary.'

Or, 'Be more confident and swallow the whole sentence back.'

Apocalypse's power was in its various natural abilities.

But Luke was like a warrior with strength, defense, stamina, and vitality at full capacity, and from time to time, he could throw a few magic spells.

It was almost impossible for him to beat Superman down.

Therefore, Luke wasn't afraid of his opponent but took the initiative to fight.

As for Apocalypse's blind arrogance, it was completely understandable that an old man, who had been asleep for so long, would not adapt to the changes in the outside world and develop such an arrogant attitude.

Luke had seen quite a few similar guys.

For example, Namor, the Sea King, had suffered a broken back.

In the beginning, he also thought highly of himself and looked down on people.

After some physical persuasion and consensus, the two sides got along quite happily.

Therefore, throwing punches was probably the most effective way to deal with the jerk who couldn't communicate properly.

"Your arrogance is limiting your vision, En Sabah Nur."

Luke addressed Apocalypse by name, with no respect.

He walked forward, and the void trembled beneath his feet.

"How long have you been alive? 50 years? A hundred years? How can a human being with a short life expectancy talk about vision?"

The mutant god was not to be outdone and still met him fearlessly.

The battle kicked off again.

Violent shocks, terrifying energy, continuous explosions ...

The two sides tried their best to show their control of energy, from macro to micro, each using their own methods and skills.

Apocalypse continuously crushed matter and then transformed and reorganized them at the molecular level, causing terrible damage.

Dust turned into flames, airflow into blades ...

Defensive energy attacks poured onto the enemy's body.

Without the bio-force field and Superman's body, Luke wouldn't be able to survive.

After being transformed by Wöden's Blood, he didn't only use Heat Vision.

He started to use a subtler way to compress energy and manipulate matter.

He had a ball of lightning, and high-temperature chains, all around his body.

Like a turret of unlimited firepower, violently pushed out.

Two powerful people, both standing above the earth, were fighting against each other.

To the outside world, they used power to collide in the macro world and affect the micro world.

People only saw strong flashes of light, the earth-shattering destruction of matter. However, no sound was heard.

Whether it was a towering mountain or a huge building complex.

As long as it was affected by the wave, it would immediately disappear.

The intensity of the battle was increasingly terrifying.

Superman and Apocalypse, like two gods walking on earth, were deeply feared.

The battlefield between the two continued to expand, fighting all the way from Egypt to the Persian Gulf, spanning thousands of miles.

Along the way, like a tornado, only broken walls and rubble were left.

"This is a hostile attack! ... What? Is that Superman? Forget it, forget it, I'll find a shelter to hide in."

On the battlefield, Iran's government, which was newly established, flew into a rage.

They thought, 'The country needs dignity and sovereignty, so how can we tolerate two bastards doing whatever they want?'

The King wanted to mobilize the army immediately, but he decisively gave up his original idea after finding out that one of them was Luke.

That was the war hero who tore the Axis Powers apart, split them up, killed the mustached Führer, and ended World War II.

The Soviet Union, one of the superpowers, was afraid of Superman's strength.

They decided to develop the nuclear industry to cope with the possible crisis.

So, Iran decided not to poke their noses into this and provoke this great god.

It was better to continue as if nothing had happened.

"If this battle continues, nothing good will come out of it."

A few hours later, the violent energy blew away the clouds.

With a hard punch, Apocalypse flew out several miles, with a trace of shock in his eyes.

He didn't expect that a human being could really stand up to him.

Mind manipulation, matter reorganization, energy absorption, space transfer ...

Apocalypse had used all the above natural abilities.

Combined with the fighting experience and fighting instinct cultivated with the nomadic people since childhood, he still didn't have the upper hand.

The opponent appeared to be at ease, not showing fatigue but rather an increasing sense of courage.

The momentum kept rising. The power released between the punches and kicks was even greater than before, frightening people.

"What? Going to beg for mercy?"

Luke returned the taunt.

This was far from his limit.

To quote Captain America's classic line, "I can do this ... all day."

With a young yellow sun, even Superman didn't quite know where his upper limit was.

"You're overconfident, human."

Although he acknowledged the other's strength in his heart, Apocalypse would never say it.

Fighting and not being able to beat him were two different things. Anyway, in terms of momentum, he wasn't much worse.

"Then, continue?"

Luke raised an eyebrow. It was rare for him to find a formidable opponent to train with.

After being officially promoted to the Allfather level, Wolverine and Sabretooth, the two mutant brothers who could still serve as sandbags, had announced their formal retirement.

Apocalypse, which had an almost immortal body, had become a suitable replacement.

If the other party didn't stop, Luke didn't mind fighting for a few more hours.

"You can't kill me, at least without paying a certain price."

Apocalypse cleared his throat and changed the subject.

Because of his gray skin, it was impossible to see whether this mutant god felt embarrassed.

"Continuously fighting won't be a problem for us."

Apocalypse continued.

He had a powerful gift for absorbing energy.

Luke seemed to have mastered a similar method.

In addition, the two were physically powerful in close combat.

Conventional weapons couldn't harm them.

No solid results could be achieved if the fight continued.

"Instead of wasting energy and time, it's better just to stop."

Apocalypse narrowed his eyes and waited for an answer.

He finally woke up from a deep sleep, and he still had many plans to carry out, and there was no need to spend energy on Luke.

"Considering that there's nothing personal between us, there's really nothing to settle."

Luke pondered for a moment and smiled lightly, "I don't have anything against stopping this fight, it's just--"

"I would like to correct one of your thoughts, Great En-Sabah-Nur."

He raised his right hand, and a silver light shone, turning into a long sword and pointing it straight at his opponent.

The silver-like Tenth Metal was aimed at Apocalypse from afar.

The sharp coldness that cut through everything almost forcefully touched his face. It caused the latter's eyelids to jump.

'Danger!'

The word flashed in Apocalypse's mind.

"I have the ultimate means to hurt and kill you."

Luke said with a straight face while holding the sharp sword.

"So, I personally hope you could be more peaceful and not think about establishing a mutant empire and exterminating the backward human race ..."

"Instead of wasting your time on this meaningless 'magnificent endeavor' you have been sleeping for thousands of years, why not travel around and take a break? "

Luke started with a stern verbal warning and then changed his tone to gentle advice like a life coach.

In his opinion, every villain should learn from Thanos.

If one had nothing to do, he could just plant fields, bask in the sun, and feel the tranquility and beauty brought by the countryside life.

Always thinking about ruling the world, building nations, destroying people -- such a life pursuit was rather dull.

"Humph! We'll meet again!"

Apocalypse, who hated being threatened, looked at the sharp sword and held back his anger.

Reason told him that he should keep a generous heart.

No matter how rude, cocky and arrogant this human being was, he was a magnanimous Pharaoh and a kind god, so there was no need to haggle over every ounce.

After some psychological consolation and self-assurance, Apocalypse dropped a malicious sentence, started space transmission, and left.

He was going to find his four knights!

Gain more power!

And then...

Come back to settle the score with Superman.

"Lose the soldiers but not the battle. The mutant god still wants to save his reputation."

Luke faintly smiled.

He put away the Tenth Metal. This thing wasn't limitless, so he had to use it wisely.

Just now, he took it out as a deterrent.

Superman was a little reluctant to use it to cut someone down.

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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 metal armor and gray skin was most likely Apocalypse.

The legendary mutant god!

More powerful than an Omega!

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 melted by high temperature, it reflected bright light.

The two powerful men 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 America might move to the Middle East on a large scale to meet 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 nameless black-market trader.

A brighter future, a broader future, awaited him!

"What do you want from me?"

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 metal 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 momentum 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 name 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 some extent, he was somewhat similar to Superman, both of whom were warriors without obvious flaws.

"Your ability is very useful to me."

"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 scheme, Apocalypse used an impassioned voice and mind control to awaken Caliban's pent-up feelings of resentment.

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 mental 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 something impossible for him before!

"Seek more of my people and tell my people--"

Apocalypse paused for a moment and then said, "Their God has returned!"

...

...

Apocalypse was busy developing believers and searching for his Four Horsemen.

Luke was on his way back when he saw an archaeological team being attacked by armed men.

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 camel-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.

"Meet 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 time no see."

Luke slowly landed, placing his feet on the ground, and greeted him.

In the desert of northern Iraq, he actually met 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 America, 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 me for not being able to meet 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 flames.

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 seemed 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 something, 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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'Egyptian Princess?'

Lucian paused.

The Prodigium group said they were looking for 'Haram', which was the taboo knowledge referred to in the Egyptian language.

There was no mention of an Egyptian Princess Ahmanet.

"General, perhaps ... They are hiding something from me."

Lucian's eyes shone with cold light. What werewolves hated the most was deception and betrayal.

He sincerely wanted to have a good relationship with Prodigium, so he didn't hesitate to come and act as a bodyguard in person.

But those people treated him as a fool, intending to trick him and use him.

This made the Lycan Leader very angry. He felt as if he was humiliated.

He silently noted down this debt in his heart.

"Who's the leader of this team?"

Luke scanned the members. Apart from Lucian and the four young werewolves he brought, there were over 20 people in total.

Among them, the strong men who looked vigorous, armed to the teeth, and guarded the perimeter should be specially trained mercenaries.

The people in the middle were probably the members of Prodigium.

"That man, Dr. Henry, is the leader of Prodigium."

Lucian turned his attention to a middle-aged man with white sideburns and a beard.

"I joined the team to protect him."

Luke looked around for a moment and whispered, "Take me there."

With his status, no matter who it was, they had to show him some respect.

Not to mention Prodigium, even if Hydra came, they had to be obedient.

"Dr. Henry, this is ..."

Lucian brought Superman to the middle-aged man and then started his long list of titles.

No matter which parallel universe, power represents power, and identity shows status, both of which are all-powerful credentials.

The mysterious organization Prodigium, which Lucian described as being able to cause turmoil in Europe with many big names standing behind it, was no exception.

After learning that Luke was the Superman who disappeared, the leader, Dr. Henry, immediately underwent a dramatic change in attitude.

At best, he was able to influence the political climate of Downing Street in England and was considered a prominent figure.

But the young man in front of him, laughing and joking with the British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, could influence the world's situation.

The difference in level was as big as a chasm in the sky.

"It turned out that the previous earthquake was the aftermath of General Cavill's battle, and I thought it was a sudden meteorological change..."

From his appearance to his demeanor, Dr. Henry fitted the image of an old English gentleman.

He spoke slowly and carefully and with good manners in speech and behavior. He was a sociable person who could easily gain the favor of others.

"I haven't thanked you, General. You helped us get rid of those armed men. It's a gift that's impossible to repay."

Dr. Henry spoke kindly, but there was a hint of caution in his eyes.

When facing Luke, he felt a heavy pressure that almost triggered the other personality in his body.

"Dr. Jekyll, do you feel distressed by the split in your consciousness?"

Luke wasn't impressed by the compliments. He could tell right away that Dr. Henry was not human -- not a normal human being, to be precise.

In his mind's eye, beneath Dr. Henry's physical shell, there were two core personalities that emanated different emotional fluctuations.

One was sensible, sober, and maintained goodwill.

The other was cruel, violent, and full of evil thoughts.

"What did you say? I don't quite understand."

Although Dr. Henry tried his best to hide it, his face still revealed a strong sense of shock.

He had a secret that no one else knew, another personality.

"This isn't a psychological problem for you, but an aftereffect of ... biological transformation, right?"

Luke once again dropped a heavy bomb. Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, how could he not have heard of it?

Henry Jekyll, from Robert Louis Stevenson's short story, was the first dual personality figure in the history of literature.

The story was about Henry Jekyll, a successful academic and well-known philanthropist who invented a potion.

After taking it, he split his own evil personality -- Edward Hyde.

Such a classic image had been brought to the screen many times.

In the failed Dark Universe, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were an important link between monsters.

He found Ahmanet, the Egyptian Princess, and liberated Set, the God of Death.

Similar to the Invisible Man, Frankenstein, Werewolf, and Dracula, they all belonged to the Dark Universe.

Prodigium was a scientific organization that specialized in studying all kinds of monsters and myths.

Hiding under the Natural History Museum of London, England, their nature was similar to that of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Luke didn't expect that in his Earth-1024, there was still a hidden branch.

Therefore, when Dr. Henry gave his name, Superman turned this man's bottom line upside down.

"I know a guy in a similar situation as you."

Luke patted Dr. Henry on the shoulder consolingly and smiled, "Whenever he loses his temper, his body would be possessed by his angry personality. He can't control his destructive impulses and starts to wreak havoc."

"Dr. Jekyll, symptoms and conditions like yours aren't uncommon."

"I personally recommend going to Nepal, a place called Kamar Taj, for spiritual healing. I believe it would be very effective."

"The disease needs treatment. It's useless to conceal and cover-up."

Dr. Henry was silent, dubious, and quietly kept those keywords in mind.

If it were someone else, he might not even bother paying attention to them, treating them as a charlatan.

But when that remark came out of Luke's mouth, the credibility was different.

This was like an ordinary person saying that they 'don't like money', 'have never touched a penny', and 'money can't buy you happiness'. Most people would scoff at it.

And for some rich people, that feeling was very different.

For a long time, Dr. Henry suffered from the pain of having a split personality.

As long as the evil personality named Edward Hyde appeared, he couldn't restrain his inner desire to kill.

Therefore, he had committed many murders and had remained an extra-judicial madman.

"Kamar Taj ..."

Henry repeated the words.

"Yes, remember to quote my name. You can enjoy a 50% discount on meditation courses and have a better chance to get personal guidance from the Sorcerer Supreme to heal your soul and redeem yourself."

Luke acted like a veteran salesman in the business, and his attitude was quite enthusiastic.

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Dr. Henry, a patient whose mental strength exceeded his physical capacity, thus splitting into a strong personality, was Kamar Taj's favorite kind of apprentice.

With a little training, he would be an excellent Master of the Mystic Arts.

"By the way, if you are going to look for the Egyptian Princess Ahmanet, I can help."

Luke, seemingly unconcerned, stated the real purpose of the other party.

Dr. Henry knew everything about Superman and had become accustomed to it.

Considering that the other party was the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D, it wasn't surprising that they beat Prodigium's level of information gathering.

"You're such a generous person, General. I'm very grateful."

Dr. Henry smiled. He wanted to refuse, but in the end, reason prevailed.

"The Egyptian Princess Ahmanet has always been the focus of Prodigium's research."

The team continued on its way, with Dr. Henry sitting on a camel, slowly moving forward.

Egypt had long been a key surveillance area for Prodigium.

According to Dr. Henry, back in 1923, a young soldier named O'Connell, together with a female archaeologist, Evelyn, discovered Hamunaptra, the legendary City of the Dead.

And then, the resurrection of the high priest Imhotep, as well as the legions of the undead, had caused a surprising amount of commotion.

Since then, Prodigium had been secretly established and developed in a low-key manner.

"That was the first time that Prodigium saw the mysterious power. Beneath the surface of this world, there are many things that humans have never understood and that science cannot explain."

Dr. Henry lamented.

"We call those 'monsters', or 'dark forces'."

In the Natural History Museum of London, there were still two magical books, Black Book of the Dead and Golden Book of Amun-Ra, which could bring people back from the dead or detain their souls in hades.

O'Connell and Evelyn were also honorary members of Prodigium.

The legendary story of these two people could have been made into several series of movies.

"There, it should be the place where the Egyptian princess Ahmanet was imprisoned."

Dr. Henry pulled the reins and stopped the camel.

Luke narrowed his eyes and expanded his vision to "see" a huge tomb buried underground.

"General Sir, Ahmanet killed the Pharaoh and committed a great crime. She was erased, expelled from Egypt, and buried in northern Iraq."

Dr. Henry had already informed that Ahmanet was the daughter of a certain Pharaoh, who was to inherit the throne and rule the country.

However, even though her father was old, he was vigorous. The old tree sprouted another branch and gave birth to a son.

According to the Egyptian system, that baby would likely jeopardize Ahmanet's position.

So, the ruthless and power-hungry princess obtained an extremely evil summoning ritual from the high priest.

She signed a contract with Set, the God of Death, to find a suitable body and bring that god to the real world.

As a reward, Ahmanet was able to gain unprecedented strength and immortality and rule Egypt forever.

"She succeeded, but she also failed."

Dr. Henry sighed.

"The Egyptian Princess signed a contract with Set but failed to complete the final ceremony. Instead, she was mummified and executed for killing the Pharaoh."

"According to my research, before she died, she got the Dagger of Set. As long as she stabs it into a human body, she could use it as a medium to let the Egyptian gods return to earth."

Luke raised an eyebrow and developed an interest.

There were many Gods of Death in the Marvel universe.

Olympus had Hades.

The Nordic deity was Hela, Odin's eldest daughter.

And on the Egyptian side, there was Set.

Even though the one who was really in charge of everyone, including everything, was in fact 'Lady Death'.

She was the embodiment of a concept, one of the five gods of the universe.

She was also Thanos's dream goddess and Deadpool's object of affection.

But on earth, there were quite a few gods who had the power of death.

"You want to find Ahmanet, unseal her, and let her finish the contract?"

Luke figured out that Prodigium had other plans.

Or rather, the Brits were planning to try it again and again, on the verge of death.

It's not an easy game to mess with a god of death.

Dr. Henry, to some extent...

Like Nick Fury, the hard-boiled-egg Director, both loved to use trouble to solve the trouble.

The consequence of doing so was often causing more trouble.

"Just research. I want to dissect Ahmanet and analyze the causes of the dark power. I'm definitely not coveting Set's divine power."

Dr. Henry was afraid of Superman's misunderstanding, so he quickly defended himself.

If Prodigium was recognized as a terrorist organization by the other party, it would be dissolved as soon as possible.

"Can you guarantee that there won't be any accidents?"

Luke asked.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Curiosity could also destroy the world.

Scientists destroying the world -- had always been one of the traditional plots in Hollywood movies.

Prodigium and his group still wanted to study the mummy of the Egyptian Princess.

If Set came, how would it end?

"So, in your opinion, what should we do, General?"

Dr. Henry asked.

Whether it was him speaking or Superman.

They were representing Prodigium and S.H.I.E.L.D.

Both sides weren't qualified to negotiate, so they could only surrender their right to speak.

"I think that in order to ensure safety and avoid accidents," Luke cleared his throat and said, "The Egyptian Princess Ahmanet and the Dagger of Set are better off in S.H.I.E.L.D's hands."

"Dr. Jekyll, as you may not know, we are preparing to set up a Magic Congress to handle such incidents."

'Isn't this daylight robbery?'

Henry pushed down his inner thoughts and tried to negotiate the terms, "So can Prodigium participate in the research or join Magic Congress?"

"No problem. Regarding the establishment of the Magic Congress, you can ask Lucian. The werewolves have a seat."

Luke generously agreed.

In the Marvel universe, measuring strength below the level of an Allfather was to see who had the highest energy output and strong defense.

Above an Allfather, it was to test the degree of manipulation at the micro-level, as well as the understanding of some concepts and laws.

Considering that it was possible to face the five gods of the universe or the Living Tribunal of the higher level in the future.

Luke thought that there was nothing wrong with preparing in advance, such as studying the concept of power and improving yourself.

Simply put, he wanted to pull the wool over Set's eyes.

"Here we are."

The burial place of the Egyptian Princess was in the northern province of Iraq.

Prodigium had long established a relationship and hadn't encountered any obstacles except the group of militants they met on the road.

"Ahmanet is down here. Let's set up the explosives along this circle and blow up the passage ..."

Dr. Henry jumped off the camel and began to issue orders.

"I don't think ... it needs to be that troublesome."

Luke brought the map over and walked around the 'work site' where the perimeter was set up.

Roughly confirming the position, he stomped his foot. The dust tumbled up, and the ground instantly fell apart.

The bio-force field exerted heavy pressure and grinded the broken soil into dust.

A neat entrance path opened up.

"Okay. Let's go in."

Luke floated in mid-air, calling them over, and then slowly descended into the darkness.

Dr. Henry's throat rolled a few times, trying to calm his inner shock.

In his opinion, perhaps the most interesting 'monster' on this planet was Superman.

Unfortunately, Prodigium would be insane if they tried to put their hands on the other party. ...

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The tomb of Princess Ahmanet in Egypt was actually a huge underground cave.

It wasn't as magnificent and large as a Pharaoh's pyramid. Rather it was very gloomy and horrible.

Luke entered first, followed by Dr. Henry and his 'archaeological team'.

Lucian, the werewolf, and his compatriots had now become dispensable and unimportant.

Because of Superman's existence, the magical journey that was originally frightful and full of dangers was turning into an outing and a leisurely trip.

Everyone looked relaxed as they slipped down the strong nylon rope.

The hollow underground chamber was filled with the sound of the wind, emitting a shrill howl like a wolf's cry.

"Mercury ..."

Dr. Henry followed Luke as if he felt safer this way.

A muddy drop of liquid hit his shoulder, slid down, and rolled onto his palm.

Just as Emperor Qin's tomb used mercury to simulate rivers and lakes, the ancient Egyptians also used this chemical element called 'mercury' extensively to build their tombs.

In their perception, mercury could suppress the souls of the dead and also serve as a means to prevent tomb raiders from breaking in.

Because it was a neurotoxin, it could damage the brain and nerve system.

Many tomb-raiding teams who entered a Pharaoh's mausoleum and accidentally inhaled too much mercury vapor would go insane and die of madness.

This was also the reason for the frightening rumors such as 'Pharaoh's curse' and 'evil spirits'.

In that ignorant era, people often attached mysterious and grotesque explanations to unknown things they didn't understand.

"Mercury drips from above and then falls into these holes."

Dr. Henry turned his flashlight to the ground. At regular intervals, a square hole similar to the entrance of a sewer was arranged.

"This means that there's a complete pipeline system in the tomb of the Egyptian Princess. We can follow it to find the sarcophagus."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched slightly as he listened, thinking that Prodigium was a tomb raiding organization with extensive experience in committing crimes.

Those archaeological team members who came with him -- some were arranging lighting equipment, while some explored the terrain.

It seemed that it wasn't their first time committing grave robbery in the name of archaeology.

Even more shameful was that according to Dr. Henry, their harvest would eventually be turned over to the country and placed in the Natural History Museum of London -- a place that originally belonged to Prodigium.

It was the same as insider trading!

Luke could not help but feel that in terms of shamelessness or capitalism, they had a good method.

"This is the antechamber of the tomb, where Ahmanet's mummified body is located."

For a while, he studied the huge statues and simple paintings that had a primitive touch.

Dr. Henry rubbed his hands and pointed to a black hole.

He had a hunch that this was a big discovery.

Luke's vision, unaffected by the environment, scanned through the thick rocks to determine the exact location of the Egyptian Princess's sarcophagus.

"Do you have the Dagger of Set?"

He turned his head and asked.

That was a key item.

As an ordained Sorcerer Supreme, Luke's knowledge of magic wasn't too bad. He knew a little about the application and execution of contractual spells and transfer rituals.

Set signed a contract with the Egyptian Princess Ahmanet, and the ruby-encrusted dagger was an important medium.

One only needed to choose the right body and then stab the dagger into the body.

Set, the God of Death could be brought to life in a human body and still retain his full divine power.

This was an opportunistic way to bypass the rules of the material world. In Luke's recollection, the old devil Mephisto had done something similar.

The latter united with a mortal and gave birth to an heir.

Then, by taking possession of that body and switching from a father to a son, he was able to use the full power of a Hell Lord in the material world.

Otherwise, every time he came to the human world, he would be suppressed by the rules.

"We found the gem. It fell into the hands of the Crusaders and was later placed in a casket as a funerary object."

Henry replied.

"During the Crusades, they invaded Egypt. Perhaps, they got the ruby at that time."

If Prodigium hadn't discovered the ruby and found some clues about the Egyptian Princess...

Dr. Henry wouldn't have launched this expedition, asking the werewolves to act as bodyguards, leading to the series of subsequent events.

Luke frowned and continued, "So, only Ahmanet herself knows where the dagger is?"

Dr. Henry nodded; otherwise, he wouldn't even think of unsealing the Egyptian Princess's sarcophagus.

Only when the dagger and the ruby were combined could the final ritual be completed.

Fighting monsters with monsters was the policy that Prodigium was founded on.

If they could study the power of death or control Ahmanet, they could use it for themselves.

Prodigium had taken a big step on the road to darkness.

What?

Consequences?

We couldn't expect a senior with serious psychological problems and an evil personality to make a wise decision.

"From the structure of the tomb, we can assume that Ahmanet was imprisoned here as a sinner."

"A large amount of mercury was poured over the opening of the shaft, suppressing her soul and preventing her from resting in peace or being reincarnated for eternity."

"Generally speaking, where the sarcophagus is located, there should be a dog-headed guardian to warn intruders."

"The six guardians were looking at the mercury shaft to suppress the dead mummy, nothing else."

Dr. Henry, in his customary academic style, concluded, "Underneath, there's an evil spirit that had suffered a thousand years of darkness, torment, and resentment."

The Prodigium crew heard this and moved closer to Luke's position.

The latter acted as usual. He had been to Hell and bargained with the old devil.

If any evil spirits and demons appeared in front of them, he could instantly send out a set of demon removal spells and send them on their way.

"Take out the sarcophagus."

Luke ordered.

Dr. Henry observed for a while and found the opening mechanism.

Rumble rumble!

With a violent sound, the underground cave started shaking.

A bronze sarcophagus slowly rose and was pulled out of the mercury well by some chains.

Then came the densely packed camel spiders, which felt strange, as they moved like a layer of black 'carpet' covering the rock walls.

"Fortunately, they aren't scarabs."

Luke curled his lips. 'Those things were the standard for Egyptian tombs.'

The bio-force field suddenly opened up and isolated the camel spiders that were crawling over.

"Get a helicopter and pull the sarcophagus up."

Dr. Henry deserved to be a senior member of Prodigium. He was able to get a helicopter in Iraq in no time.

After thousands of years of darkness, the sarcophagus used to seal Ahmanet was finally revealed.

Large flocks of crows hovered in mid-air, seemingly attracted by some mysterious force, like a gathering of dark clouds.

"Set's power is beginning to show."

Dr. Henry looked solemn. The crow was a symbol of death and a messenger of death.

"Ahmanet completed the summoning ritual and signed the contract, so she has immortality and can only be sealed."

"It looks like it won't be long before she comes back to life."

Luke didn't care.

Not to mention the dead Egyptian Princess, even if Set appeared in front of him, it wasn't a threat.

The strength of those Egyptian gods was probably similar to those dimensional demons.

What Luke was actually interested in was the conceptual power of 'Death'.

Although Set was only the God of Death of Egypt, he couldn't control other boundaries.

Asgard, Olympus, Heaven, Hell, all had nothing to do with him.

But getting that power was equivalent to having a part of Death's authority.

"I wish she could wake up sooner and lead me to the dagger."

Luke saw yellow sand on the horizon and heavy smoke rolling in.

A huge sandstorm was coming for the helicopter.

Set, seemingly unable to come down, wanted to stop Prodigium from taking away the sarcophagus of the Egyptian Princess Ahmanet.

"General, Sir, then I will return to London."

Dr. Henry glanced at the coffin and felt a little worried.

They landed at a nearby airport where a transport plane was ready to take off.

Luke was about to nod when the rusty sarcophagus with its coils of chains shook violently.

The sharp sound of fingernails scratching abruptly sounded.

In the distance, one could also hear a woman's crying and shouting voice.

"Leave him alone."

An archaeological team member with empty eyes leaned toward the coffin-like a puppet, and Luke stopped Dr. Henry.

The latter was thinking of bringing Ahmanet back to London, then conducting research to find out the dagger's whereabouts.

But in Luke's opinion, it was all the same.

Waking up the Egyptian Princess as soon as possible seemed to be a little less work.

The archaeological team members near the sarcophagus appeared to have fallen into a hallucination and were deprived of their consciousness.

They uttered awkward, odd syllables and sliced through the dark chains that were wrapped around the coffin.

The large murder of crows hovering in the sky was like thick clouds covering the sky, blocking the blazing sunlight overhead.

A withered hand grabbed the edge of the coffin.

The slender figure, wrapped in tattered cloth, slowly sat up.

The mummified Egyptian Princess, Ahmanet, came to life.

She turned her head somewhat mechanically, the pair of dark eyes staring at the people there.

Before Ahmanet could say anything to create a more frightening mood, Luke said, " Princess, do you think I am suitable?"

"Can you be the God of Death, Set's, human form?"

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After a thousand years, were human beings now so direct?

The Egyptian Princess Ahmanet had just woken up. She originally wanted to use her eerie voice, with the female ghost-like appearance, to set the mood -- like a horror movie effect.

Unexpectedly, Luke directly offered to become the mortal vessel of the God of Death, Set.

It was completely unconventional!

Ahmanet froze for a moment, and her brain had just rebooted.

The muddy face, branded with hieroglyphics, showed a hint of interest.

She stared straight at Luke, sweeping back and forth with a look of measuring goods.

"Strong, young man."

Ahmanet licked her blackened lips like a hungry female beast trying to swallow her opponent whole.

There were no criteria for this Egyptian Princess to choose the body of the God of Death to descend upon.

Simply put, it was probably the right age, not too old.

The endurance should be sufficient, with strong abilities, preferably both firm and long-lasting.

And, they shouldn't look too bad.

The work wasn't too strict, so she could prioritize her preference...

When the above conditions were met, it would pass.

Don't get it wrong, this wasn't what Set had stated, but Ahmanet's personal interest.

After all, before completing the ritual.

She had to 'communicate' with the man of her choice, spiritually and physically, to achieve great harmony.

In certain places, her requirements couldn't be lowered.

"The Great Set should be pleased with you."

Ahmanet sashayed her waist and approached him leisurely.

In her eyes, there was only Luke.

Dr. Henry was too old and had been ruled out.

Those werewolves were non-human. They didn't need her consideration.

The rest of the archaeology team looked inadequate in front of Luke.

After a rigorous screening process, the only person who met the requirements was the young man who volunteered.

"Really?"

Luke made a surprised expression as if he was excited about being elected.

And then, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he softly said, "In that case, Princess, let's finish the ceremony as soon as possible."

"Where is the Dagger of Set?"

As the one who signed the contract, Ahmanet had a hidden connection with the ruby and the dagger.

As long as it's in the vicinity, she could sense it.

To Luke, the Egyptian Princess was just a tool to find the dagger.

Ahmanet was silent as she approached the young man.

She sniffed the other side's vibrant soul aura and showed a satisfied look on her face.

"Let me see ..."

The Egyptian Princess gently lifted Luke's shirt as if she wanted to inspect the goods first.

Boom!

The latter mercilessly threw a punch.

There was a horrible hole in Ahmanet's chest.

Fortunately, she was a mummy, and her internal organs had already rotted, so there was no bloody scene.

"Princess, please behave yourself."

Luke looked righteous. His actions told the other party that he wasn't that kind of casual guy.

He just wanted to know the whereabouts of the Dagger of Set, but if he had to sacrifice his body for that, it wasn't worth it.

Ahmanet was certainly a rare beauty with an exotic look, but that was a thousand years ago.

After being mummified, she was sealed in a sarcophagus and dangled in a well full of mercury.

The merciless years had destroyed her beauty, and nothing was left.

The Egyptian Princess standing in front of Luke hadn't had a bath in thousands of years.

With flesh and blood rotting and covered in mud, it really wasn't flattering.

To let Luke and such a woman achieve 'great harmony' was something a little difficult.

In a nutshell, he rejected her because of her looks.

"I'm only interested in Set, not in you."

Ahmanet felt offended when she heard his answer.

She became angry. She opened her hands, and the intense aura of death attracted a large number of crows.

They swept in like a black storm.

Thousands of crows with sharp claws and beaks pecked away at the archaeological team.

Snap!

Luke snapped his fingers.

The exuberant energy in the air, like an explosive that had its fuse ignited, exploded violently.

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

The dark crows hovering overhead suddenly burst into flames and turned into a sea of fire.

This spectacular scene shocked the archaeological team members, and at the same time, they had a better understanding of Superman's strength.

"Most of the time, I am very polite and courteous to women."

Luke walked up to Ahmanet and wrapped his bio-force field around his opponent, applying terrifying pressure.

A mummy's body had an immortal attribute, but it was still not strong enough to be invulnerable to swords, water, and fire.

At most, they were frequently beaten by physical strikes, more than normal monsters.

With her two arms bursting open and exploding into a black powder, the Egyptian Princess finally felt fear.

Her legs bent, and she slowly fell to her knees in submission.

'What is wrong with this world?'

In Ahmanet's feeble mind, humans should be synonymous with weakness.

Even the bravest and powerful warrior in the kingdom couldn't resist the power of the gods.

But now, it seemed like something had gone wrong.

The young man standing in front of her was horribly strong!

"That's the right attitude."

Luke put away the bio-force field, looked down at the Egyptian Princess who had sobered up after a beating, and asked again, "Where is the Dagger of Set?"

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A few hours later, Luke arrived at a monastery near London, England, with a team of archaeologists from Prodigium.

According to Ahmanet, during the Crusades, they invaded Egypt and plundered a lot of gold, jewelry, and antiques, among which was the Dagger of Set.

"Find it and bring it to me."

Luke gave orders.

The Egyptian Princess, who was originally ambitious and arrogant, had been 'conditioned' by him to be obedient.

Before long, she brought back the Dagger of Set from the monastery.

It was made of black crystal and had a long, slender shape, and was cold to the touch.

"And the ruby?"

Luke turned to look at Dr. Henry, who quickly handed over a box.

He knew that Prodigium couldn't resist Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D., so he changed his mind and actively cooperated, trying to leave a good impression.

That 'Magic Congress' proposal was very tempting.

A huge organization in charge of the dark creatures and the underworld.

If he could join, maybe Prodigium wouldn't have to worry about how to deal with those 'monsters'.

They would also learn more about the dark world, shrouded in mystery.

"What spells are needed for the ceremony?"

Luke embedded the ruby into the crown of the dagger, and he sensed a dark force that wrapped around it as if it were the key link to some kind of contract.

Ahmanet tried to avert her fiery eyes and shook her head, "By piercing flesh and blood, the 'vessel' will be connected to the God of Death, Set, to complete the ritual."

Luke thought about it for a while and stabbed himself in the chest with the dagger in front of everyone.

Crack!

The black crystal-like dagger bloomed with a few cracks.

There was no defense at all!

"Uh ..."

Luke was a little embarrassed.

This dagger was only the medium for the ritual.

In terms of sharpness, it was actually not much better than a fruit knife from the kitchen.

"I'll try again."

Luke's movements turned cautious.

He was worried that if it failed again, the dagger might have to be destroyed.

By stimulating the power left behind by the God of Death, and by the way, minimizing his own physical defense.

The dagger finally made a small slit, and the moment it touched his blood, the ruby embedded at the top burst with light.

The surging cold dark energy, like a flood, broke through the dam and poured into Luke's flesh and blood.

A dark shadow, seemingly coming through the door of the material world, forced its way into his body, emitting a hiss of excitement.

The hieroglyphs branded on Ahmanet's face gradually emerged on Luke's face.

A strong dark power, like a fountain, gushed out, lingering around his body.

'I have descended upon the earth!'

Luke swallowed back the catchphrase before he could shout it with the aura of a chuunibyou.

"I'm sorry, the ownership of this body belongs to me."

Superman shook his head and said so.

"And your authority over death is now mine."

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Thousands of years ago, when Set attempted to enter this world with the ritual, turning ancient Egypt into an invincible empire of the dead, he certainly never thought that there were mortals who could resist him.

Clearly, he had occupied the body, completing the reincarnation process.

But when he came, even if this human was the one who willingly invited him in, now he was the one being caught.

"Arrogance ..."

The dark shadow inside Luke's body tumbled. A dense flame formed a solid eruption, like a brightly burning fire.

The dense hieroglyphs, like mantras, appeared on his face, looking particularly gruesome.

"Is this the wrath of death?"

Luke stood where he was, unmoved.

There was neither panic nor the slightest fear.

Right now, everything was still under his control.

He used to think that the gods symbolizing power, war, desert, and death might be a little more powerful than they appeared.

Considering the thousands of years and the changes of the times, there might only be a few people that knew about the Great Ennead -- nine deities in Egyptian mythology in their prime.

It was understandable that their powers were weakened.

"That's all? "

After a rhetorical question, Luke gave his answer.

The light-hearted comment was like merciless ridicule, completely provoking Set's thunderous anger.

The dark shadow in his body took on the form of a jackal-headed man.

"I'll make you feel ..."

Set had wanted to threaten and extract the life force of this arrogant human to make him understand the pain of death.

But on second thought, if Luke died, the ritual would fail.

He had been waiting for thousands of years, and his plan to come to this world was about to fail.

In a dilemma, Set was at a loss, and his high-sounding voice suddenly fell silent.

"Feel what? The predicament of a lonely old god?"

A contemptuous sneer came from Luke's mouth.

"The Great Ennead have become a thing of the past."

"In this age of decaying faith, you are no different from the antiques in the thrift store."

"Those things, at least, are worth something."

"But you're worthless."

Each word was like a sharp blade, uncovering what was left of Set's facade and dignity.

Lifting the seemingly mysterious and powerful veneer, revealing the true 'the strong outside and weak inside' nature.

"I have dealt with many-dimensional demon gods who support the world on their own and whose existence is constantly expanding, like twinkling stars standing in the sea of the universe, unshaken by the changes of external objects."

"And you, who have lost the power given by faith, are even worse than mortals."

Luke mobilized the stellar energy in his body to suppress the powerless and raging God of Death, Set.

At the same time, he also used the identity of a Sorcerer Supreme to communicate with the Vishanti and extract some power.

A magnificent column of pure white light descended from the sky and enveloped Superman.

"The Ancient Gods ..."

Set was horrified.

He was one of the Great Ennead.

Naturally, he could detect the true identity of the Vishanti.

"You're too slow."

Luke smiled.

Pure white light filled his body.

The fierce black shadow, like snow under the sun, continuously evaporated.

"Your authority over death, I'll happily accept it."

Luke opened his right hand, and a Pharaoh's scepter gradually condensed and appeared in his palm.

He suddenly grasped it. His eyes flashed with black rays, which was extremely shocking.

The power of Set, one of the Great Ennead, thus fell into his hands.

"I curse you! With my life, with everything I have!"

The dark, shadowy figure was dragged, pulled, and slowly detached from Luke's body.

However hard it struggled, however hard it rejected it, everything was useless.

"Don't be like that. Your name, your image, will always exist in history."

Luke laughed softly as he felt the power of the scepter, "I'm just a God of Death by proxy, I have no followers, and I'm not worshipped in a temple."

"Think about it differently. I'm actually working for you. You're my boss."

"Set, does that make you feel any better?"

The Egyptian God of Death, seemingly shocked by the shamelessness of mankind, fell into a long silence until the dark shadows left his body completely.

Hiss hiss! Hisss hisss hisssss!

When Set was exposed to the sun, he instantly turned into a wisp of smoke.

Thick black oil-like flames raised a large fire.

The wailing and hissing of anguish disappeared along with the hideous form of the God of Death, Set.

"Death is gone?"

Dr. Henry, who had been watching, and all the members of Prodigium were stunned.

Although they didn't understand what had happened just now, they were still shaken when the results were presented to them.

An Egyptian god, who was worshipped by the world thousands of years ago, simply disappeared.

Even if the vast majority of everyone here were firm atheists.

But after witnessing this scene, not only were their perceptions shaken, but they also had a passionate feeling of awe and admiration for Superman.

The constantly refreshing and rising reputation value was the most obvious.

"The gods won't completely die."

Luke corrected Dr. Henry's misconception.

In his eyes, every lifeform had an illusory line of varying length.

That's the length of life!

He could try to cut off or renew someone's lifeline with the Pharaoh's scepter held in his right hand whenever he wanted.

Of course, it wasn't easy, and there was a price to pay.

"As long as their names were remembered, and as long as the traces in history aren't completely lost,"

Luke stared at Ahmanet, the Egyptian Princess, who was trembling with fear and had almost her entire face covered with terror.

"They will have the opportunity to be 'resurrected' and come to this world."

"Maybe hundreds of years, maybe thousands of years, Set, who has fallen into a new slumber, will appear again."

D. Henry listened carefully. He couldn't help thinking, 'If Set went to sleep in the dark, then isn't Superman, holding the Pharaoh's scepter, the same as a living God of Death?'

With this in mind, the Prodigium senior executive subconsciously buried his head a little lower.

This was fear toward a god.

"It's not as scary as you think it is."

Luke seemed to have guessed what Dr. Henry was thinking and slightly shook his head.

He didn't explain too much. Those complicated concepts were too complicated for ordinary people.

The belief system of this world had long been divided among many gods and deities.

Olympian Gods, Greek Gods, Norse Gods, Ancient India, Ancient Egypt ...

In addition, the two camps of Heaven and Hell.

The souls of those believers were labeled the moment they knelt and prayed to a particular deity.

When they reach the end of their lives, they become a 'bargaining chip' for their gods.

Those dimensional demon gods, at best, only picked up some little leftover scraps of food.

Relatively speaking, the 'chips' weren't as important to them as the gods were.

To Luke, the earth was like a huge casino.

Those gods who rarely appeared in this world were bosses who hid behind the scenes.

The competition was to see who had more chips and who had a stronger background.

"Lord Death...'

Ahmanet, who was silently trying to blend in the background, made a little noise.

"What can I do for you?"

According to the original contract, she would help Set, the God of Death, descend into the human world.

In return, not only would she live forever, she would become his partner and rule over a large territory.

But what was happening right now was completely beyond her and Set's expectations.

"The dead aren't welcomed in this world."

Luke said lightly.

Ahmanet trembled and fell to her knees.

She had a hard time getting rid of the thousands of years of darkness, the seal of the sarcophagus.

If she were to return to her original situation and suffer that kind of torture, it would be worse than death.

"However, considering my underworld, I need someone to manage it."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, evoking fear in the Egyptian Princess, then he wiped it off with his own hands.

"Are you ready to work for me, Ahmanet?"

The ups and downs of life made this Egyptian Princess feel like she was on a roller coaster ride.

She breathed a long sigh of relief, and excited tears were almost falling from her eyes.

"I will take good care of the underworld for you!"

Ahmanet assured.

"I hope so."

Luke held the Pharaoh's scepter, and his eyes turned black.

Rumble rumble!

A loud disembodied sound, like chains twisting and gears gnashing, sounded.

A magnificent portal, branded with hieroglyphs, slowly opened.

That was the underworld!

The kingdom of the dead!

"Eh?"

At the moment when the underworld was opened up, Luke seemed to have a subtle connection with the 'kingdom of the dead' that existed in a different place.

His vision, through the barrier of space, saw a cold world full of humid fog.

Then, a graceful figure in a green cloak came into view.

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