"Hank! What's wrong with you?" Cyclops exclaimed, placing his hand on his quartz glasses, ready for battle. Jean Grey also put her fears and anxieties aside for the moment and mustered up the courage to use her psychic powers on Hank.
"Hoo ... hoo ..." the juggernaut was sleeping soundly ...
Hank turned his head slightly and gave Jean Grey a look with hollow eyes, the latter instantly spitted blood and shriveling to the ground, "He's, he's so strong! stronger than the Professor!"
Apocalypse! He's got Hank!
Everyone thought of this except for the Juggernaut, who was still asleep.
Eric waved his hand and placed hundreds of layers of magnetic shields and several layers of gravitational barriers in close proximity, the vibranium in his pocket dimension ready to transform into a cannonball.
"No need to be so nervous, I just couldn't wait a bit to come and see my new body early." The corners of Hank's mouth curved wide, as if he were smiling, but it was stiff.
"So the great Apocalypse has taken a fancy to my body, that's a real honour." Eric's face was sarcastic, but his heart was on alert.
"I never thought a fellow human could have such power, not only to control solar storms, but to cause earth-wide earthquakes!" Hank, or rather Apocalypse, looked at Eric with admiration, as if he were examining a work of art.
"Ho ho ho, there's more than you can imagine!" Eric snorted, ready to make his move.
"There's no need to rush, I'm just borrowing his body for a while, I'll be gone in a minute!" Once again, Apocalypse smiled stiffly, "My compatriot, I don't understand why you, as powerful as you are, choose to hide your identity?"
With that, Apocalypse flicked and a strange energy ignored the layers of defences and headed straight for Eric.
Erik paled. Just by listening to him, he knew that he must have seen that he was a mutant, and that this energy would probably reveal his X-gene, which he had worked so hard to hide!
After a few attempts to dodge the energy and finding that it was locking onto him, Eric stopped hiding and pointed his finger at the front of the energy, opening a narrow spatial portal and sending the energy into the unknown.
astonished, Apocalypse smiled and said, "I see you know a lot more than that, I look forward to meeting you!"
Hank collapsed to the ground and the Cyclops stepped forward to support him, but after a long moment, Hank opened his eyes blankly, "What's wrong? What's going on?"
Erik was silent, the apocalypse was far more powerful than he had imagined, and the joy of gaining the power of space had long since been thrown aside.
Hank was informed of what had happened by the cyclops explanation and was terrified that he was being controlled.
"Erik, what should we do?"
"How's Jean? Can you still fight?" Eric did not answer Hank's question, as he too found it difficult.
Jean struggled to her feet and stubbornly shook her head to say she was fine, Eric nodded his head and said nothing.
"Hank, how long do we have to get there?"
"Half an hour."
"Okay, I'll make the arrangements," Eric looked around and saw the three of them looking at him, except for the Juggernaut, who was still asleep, and rolled his eyes and kicked him hard in the thigh.
The kick was about as good as a tickle for Juggernaut, but it shook Eric's legs and feet, but at least Juggernaut was awake.
He rubbed his eyes sleepily and looked around in confusion, "Is it time to eat?"
This foodie! Erik slapped his forehead, "Marco, there's a fight, get up!"
"Fight!" At the sound of a fight, Juggernaut lost all drowsiness and stood up to look around excitedly, "Where's the enemy?"
"Be right there, you're on Magneto!" Erik handed over his homunculus to Juggernaut to deal with.
When Marco heard this he couldn't help shrank his head, he had been with Magneto for a while and had some affection for him, so it was a bit hard to take him on now, but of course, only a bit. When he was with Magneto, he didn't have the same kind of freedom as he did with Eric, where he could lie down and sleep and get paid every day.
"Hank, you take on Raven." The couple that so many people have been waiting for, let's just let them fall in love with each other.
"Jean, I'll leave Ororo to you, be careful not to hurt her, her family is a friend of mine, just keep her under control." Storm was still young and not very good at magic, so she would not be able to resist Jean's mind control.
"Scotty, you can have Psylocke, be careful, don't kill her! Her brother's powerful.
"..."
When the tasks were finished, the strongest apocalypse naturally went to Eric, it was a no-brainer.
Not long after, the plane landed in front of a pyramid, the surroundings were deserted, and the blue-gray figure of Apocalypse could be seen in the distance, with his four knights behind him, and a comatose Professor X lying on his feet.
"Welcome to you, my new body!" Apocalypse opened his arms as if to welcome an old friend. Behind him, the Mystique and the Psylocke were expressionless, the little storm girl dodging her eyes, not daring to look at Erik.
Magneto, on the other hand, had never taken his eyes off Eric from the moment he appeared. He was clearly aware that there was a special bond between the two of them, close, It was a feeling he had never experienced before.
"Oh, thank you for the welcome, my new trophy!" Eric shot right back, then looked behind at the four men behind him then at Apocalypse, "What? Do we need any more speeches? How about a straightforward fight?"
"That's the idea. If I win, I get your body, if you win, you get Charles!" Apocalypse smiled and pointed to Professor X at his feet.
Eric grimaced at that, "You're a good businessman,"
"Ho ho ho, let's fight!" Apocalypse laughed lightly and waved his hand to form a spear from the sand.
"Let's fight!" Erik was not to be outdone either, extracting metal powder from the ground and forming a long knife.
The two stared at each other while releasing energy, as the clouds in the sky were pulled by the energy and slowly became thicker and thicker, looking like a downpour of rain.
"Excuse me for interrupting for a moment." Magneto suddenly interrupted the contest of momentum between the two men, causing their breaths to stagnate at the same time.
"I sense a familiar aura from you, are you my son?"
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