Marvel's Superman

Chapter 380 - 377 | Supermans Wrath, The God Killing Sword.

Chapter 380 - 377 Superman's Wrath, The God Killing Sword.

"Did I give you permission to move?"

Luke's voice turned cold as he raised an eyebrow.

He raised his right hand, and a flash of bright silver stretched out.

The Tenth Metal turned into a long sword and slashed straight towards Apocalypse.

Rip!

The combination of the powerful force poured into the extraordinary metal sword created a terrifying effect.

The wind pressure roared like a dragon, blowing away the clouds that had built up in the sky!

The void split open like a broken mirror, cutting a sharp straight line!

Apocalypse's gray face twitched as if he felt fatal danger.

He quickly withdrew his fist and added dozens of layers of energy shields around himself.

Then, the God of Mutants still felt unsafe.

He activated his natural abilities!

Body of Steel!

The gray skin turned metallic and covered his entire body.

'This always works…'

Apocalypse trusted his intuition.

Although he almost defeated the Phoenix, and his self-confidence was boosted…

It wasn't boosted enough to make a low-level mistake as belittling the enemy.

Superman was strong, and there was no doubt about that.

So, he didn't take it lightly; he had to go all out!

Apocalypse was able to complete his defenses in a matter of minutes.

And then he looked up at the powerful sword that cut through space and tore through the atmosphere.

With a flash of silver light, the lightning and thunder, as well as the thick dark clouds, all dissipated.

The force of the sword was so strong that it tore through all of Apocalypse's energy shields in a matter of milliseconds.

With his bare hands, Superman might have to punch hundreds of times, to be able to injure this mutant god.

But with the Tenth Metal that could kill a god, he only needed one chance.

Just one slash!

The light of the sword fell on Apocalypse's steel body, like a burning knife cutting through butter.

So effortless, so silky smooth, without feeling the slightest hindrance.

Swish!

A broken arm flew in the air.

It turned into a pulp by the violent air current.

'That was close!'

Apocalypse, who was about to be cut apart, was able to move out of the way in the nick of time by using his intuition.

If he had hesitated, his whole body would have been split in two.

This was fatal!

'What a terrible weapon!'

Apocalypse held his broken arm, the wound nearly solidified.

The slash was so fast that he didn't even feel a hint of pain.

"As I said, Great En-Sabah-Nur."

Luke, sword in hand, looked towards Apocalypse, who had lost an arm.

"I hope you can behave yourself and learn to abide by the rules of the new era instead of holding on to your backward, barbaric, and foolish ideas."

"This could lead you to indulge in a self-important, arrogant personal world view, ignoring changes in the outside world and causing unnecessary problems."

Beneath Superman's feet were the empty streets of Las Vegas.

He had to say; Captain America did a good job.

He took over the authority of the city council and evacuated most of the city residents through radio and TV news announcements.

Of course, there was also Mephisto's help.

If it weren't for the old devil's magic, the people of America, who were crying out for freedom and democracy during a city lockdown, might not have been so obedient.

"I'm a Pharaoh of Egypt, a great God King. Do I have to obey the laws of a country that is only a century old and short-lived?"

Apocalypse's innate ability to shed flesh and blood from the severed wound gradually grew a new arm.

This was the terrible thing about the mutant god. He had too many abilities and was too perfect.

It was hard to find his weakness and deal a fatal blow.

The Phoenix could beat Apocalypse because it had the fire of creation.

This was an ancient force that could destroy time and space and erase dimensions.

"No, the law of the land is, of course, a worthless piece of paper in the eyes of a powerful man like you."

Luke moved his feet and his dark red cape shined high in the sky.

The sturdy figure stood tall against the thunder and lightning of the apocalyptic scene as if he was holding up the sky.

"Mortals lack the power to restrain gods, so they're as small as dust in your eyes."

"You can ignore the laws of this country. It doesn't matter."

"But I think there should be mutual respect between the strong."

"Great En-Sabah-Nur, you should at least respect my will and cherish the respect I give you."

His voice was calm, without the slightest emotion, as if stating the facts.

But when it reached Apocalypse's ears, it sent a chill down his spine.

Superman's eyes were as sharp as the sword in his hand.

"It seems that today, there is no way to end it peacefully."

Apocalypse shook his head. His new palm slowly opened. He also had the ability to restructure matters partially.

The microscopic particles of the world were moving according to his wishes.

From scratch!

A bronze war spear from the primitive period suddenly emerged!

"I have never fled from any battle. When fear occupies your heart and drives you to expose your back to the enemy, you will only die faster. There is no honor in that."

Apocalypse clenched the war spear as if he had returned to his youth.

He remembered hunting beasts in the desert, each time struggling to climb back from the edge of death.

Now, he was facing Superman, who was even more fearsome than any beast.

"But, I'm no longer that weak mortal."

Apocalypse shouted. A fierce bolt of light tore through the thick clouds.

"I am Apocalypse, the great King, the God of Destiny!"

With this roar, he raised his battle spear and took a step forward.

With strong flashes of light…

The tall figure crossed the void and appeared at Luke's side.

The grey face was full of murderous intent, and the spear, imbued with power, struck like lightning!

"The gods, too, will die."

Luke smiled. It's not like he hadn't met a god.

Set, the God of Death, also from Egypt, was even stripped of his authority.

Apocalypse was nothing.

He swung his Tenth Metal sword in a swift line.

The spear was split in two and broken into two pieces.

The armor covering Apocalypse's chest suffered a visible crack.

Crack.

It completely shattered!

"I forgot to mention, I am also a master swordsman."

Luke grinned.

He swiped the Deathstroke's card, which came with a weapon mastery attribute.

When it came to the most savage and brutal cold weapon battle, he had never been afraid of anyone.

"Do you want to continue?"

Luke held his sword flat, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"If there's no other move, it's my turn."

He took a step forward and followed his example.

A space-cutting portal was instantly formed, and then another magical circle was quickly drawn above Apocalypse.

The silvery light of the sword struck down head-on, catching the opponent off guard.

Apocalypse, like a frightened prey, with keen reflexes and a high level of vigilance…

He made a fist with his right hand and bashed it hard.

A metallic iron fist swept at the Tenth Metal sword.

A deep wound appeared on the knuckles of his clenched fist.

As if unaware, Apocalypse had entered into a state of struggle.

This pain couldn't interfere with his firm will.

In the empty left hand, another war spear emerged.

He raised his hand and swiped the spear out!

The heavy force of the blow blasted the air and quickly slashed towards Luke's neck.

Boom!

A muffled sound rang out.

Apocalypse hit the target, but it felt as if all his power hit the air.

The figure struck by the spear didn't feel like a physical body but rather an illusory wisp of air.

Then, hundreds of Lukes spread all over the sky and surrounded Apocalypse.

'Superman's a master?'

Apocalypse's eyes widened with an incredibly shocking expression.

'How is that possible!?'

How would there be a master that could shatter mountains and crush the earth with a single blow?

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