Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Cairo, inside a luxurious presidential suite.

"Well!"

With a muffled groan of pain, Apocalypse's tall blue body staggered backward.

For the first time, a look of astonishment and confusion appeared in those deep eyes.

He felt like a thief trying to peek into a room through a keyhole, only to be stabbed hard by someone inside with a red-hot iron poker the moment he put his eye in.

"My lord, what's wrong?" Storm Ororo, who was standing nearby, noticed his unusual behavior and asked with concern.

The fairy butterfly and the angel also cast questioning glances their way.

Only Magneto Erik remained immersed in boundless grief and hatred over the loss of his wife and daughter, indifferent to everything around him, surrounded by a visible, distorted magnetic field.

Tianqi waved his hand to indicate that he was alright, but for the first time ever, his usually calm face furrowed his brow.

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse as if it had been weathered by wind and sand for a thousand years: "I... have found an interesting soul."

"His abilities are incredibly powerful; his mind is capable of holding my consciousness. He is the perfect vessel, fully qualified to become my new body for walking among men."

"Then go and take it!" The angel flapped its metal wings impatiently, making a grating scraping sound.

"Let those mortals see who the true masters of this world are!"

"That's right, my lord, your will is our direction!" The psionic blade in Psylocke's hand hummed.

But Apocalypse did not respond immediately.

The force that had previously driven him away vaguely made him feel a long-lost unease.

The last time I had this feeling was two thousand years ago.

And then... he was betrayed by his own subordinates and was sealed in endless darkness for two thousand years!

"No rush." ​​Tianqi ultimately chose the safer approach. He shook his head, his deep gaze sweeping over the four people beside him.

"Before we usher in the new era, we need more strength, we need to liberate more of our people."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to "Magneto" Erik:

"My child, I can feel the burning anger within you. Tell me, who is our common enemy?"

Upon hearing this, Eric's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. He raised his head and gritted his teeth, uttering a name:

"Stryker...William Stryker!"

"He built an X Lab specifically for researching, imprisoning, and torturing our people!"

"Very good." Apocalypse nodded, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Then let his hell become the cradle of our new legion."

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Lake Alclay in Canada, General Stryker's secret base.

This place is heavily guarded, a huge fortress built deep underground from cold steel and concrete, where countless mutants he captured for experiments are imprisoned.

But today, this fortress has met its end.

Amidst the violent earthquake, Magneto, enhanced by Apocalypse, hovered in mid-air.

He spread his arms wide, like a conductor in the apocalypse.

Under his will, the entire metal structure of the base groaned, twisted, and deformed!

"Boom—!"

The massive metal wall was torn apart, and the entire underground structure flipped over in the blink of an eye!

General Stryker, who was originally hiding in the deepest part of the earth, looked at the sunlight that appeared in front of him and Magneto in the air with a blank expression.

The decision was made in just 0.01 seconds.

"Activate the sonic weapon! Quickly!"

At Stryker's command, a piercing buzzing sound rang out as several enormous sonic transmitters were aimed at Magneto in mid-air.

The invisible sound waves vibrated the air, enough to rupture the internal organs of any living being instantly.

Eric, who was not wearing a helmet, suddenly shuddered in mid-air, his face contorted in pain.

However, before Stryker could even show a smug smile, Apocalypse calmly raised his hands in the distance.

As he raised his hand, those sophisticated acoustic instruments short-circuited instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the sand on the ground suddenly came to life, transforming into giant yellow pythons that instantly devoured the sonic instruments, along with General Stryker and his soldiers.

The dense yellow sand sealed them tightly within, leaving only grotesque and twisted limbs and torsos.

The battle ended without any suspense.

Apocalypse stepped into the depths of the destroyed base, where countless cages imprisoning mutants opened automatically before him.

Those mutants, who had suffered greatly and whose eyes were numb, knelt down after sensing the same supreme power emanating from Apocalypse, their eyes rekindling the flames of "hope" and "fervor".

Just then, a furious roar, inhuman and raging, came from the deepest part of the base.

A figure shot out like a cannonball, smashing through the heavy alloy gate and bursting out covered in fragments of experimental equipment and blood.

He was a muscular man covered in experimental equipment.

At this moment, his eyes held only the most primal wildness and killing intent.

He gazed at Apocalypse from afar, and with a "whoosh," three gleaming adamantium claws shot out from the backs of his hands!

That's right, this person is none other than the famous "Wolverine" Logan!

At this moment, he was like a wild beast that had been completely enraged, rushing towards the nearest Apocalypse without distinguishing friend from foe.

The angels and the fairy butterfly were about to step forward to stop them, but Apocalypse raised his hand to stop them.

"clang!"

Logan's steel claws landed squarely in front of Apocalypse, but were blocked by an invisible psychic shield.

The adamantium alloy claws gripped the shield, only emitting a string of blinding sparks, without even leaving a white mark.

Apocalypse looked at Logan with great interest.

"Good recovery ability, good bone structure... good willpower. Apart from his short legs, he has almost no flaws."

He admired Logan as if he were appreciating a work of art, then suddenly extended a finger and gently touched Logan's forehead.

An invisible force surged into Logan's body in an instant, and his ferocious eyes turned even redder.

His wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his muscles swelled wildly as a result, turning him into an exaggeratedly muscular monster in the blink of an eye.

Apocalypse sensed the almost inexhaustible self-healing factor within Logan's body. Although his own abilities contained similar effects, this did not prevent him from appreciating this pure and powerful talent.

"The Four Horsemen are a symbol of the end times." Apocalypse's voice echoed in the empty base, "but I do not recommend adding another valiant warrior to my legion."

He placed one hand on Logan's head, and blue light surged from it.

"From this day forward, you will become my fifth knight, and your name will be—'War'!"