Multiverse: Deathstroke

Chapter 297: Ch.296 Berlin

Chapter 297: Ch.296 Berlin

Su Ming hovered in the sky, arms crossed, watching with great interest. He had only seen Apocalypse turning a city into dust in movies before, but now he got to witness the special effects firsthand, and from a front-row seat.

Clouds and smoke, massive airships—everything was beneath him. The sun warmed his back, and it felt pretty nice.

After all, it was a German city. If it got destroyed, so be it. At worst, they could just rebuild it after the dust settled.

But the X-Men saw things differently. Below them were countless civilians. Even if they were Germans, not everyone was guilty.

Innocent people shouldn't die like this, especially not hundreds of thousands of them.

In reality, Apocalypse had only activated his molecular powers to target the buildings. After all, he intended to rule humanity, not slaughter them indiscriminately.

He was a god who kept his word—when he said he would destroy a city, he meant the structures, not the residents.

As long as people weren't too unlucky or living in high-rises, the collapse of the buildings wouldn't necessarily harm them.

Of course, bad luck could still claim a few victims.

However, the new X-Men weren't aware of this, and Rogue discreetly tugged at Su Ming's uniform from behind.

Turning his head, he saw the girls looking at him with pleading eyes, their expressions full of concern.

Cable and Vanessa also shook their heads slightly at Su Ming, indicating that they couldn't let Apocalypse proceed with his plan.

Su Ming sighed internally. These idealists really needed a reality check. Didn't they see that Wade was about to fall asleep?

Setting aside the fact that not many would actually die, even if the entire city were wiped out, it was wartime—casualties in the millions weren't unusual. Apocalypse's actions were nowhere near as devastating as a nuclear strike.

"Ah, well..."

But the girls were pleading, and the other teammates weren't on board either. For the sake of the mission, Su Ming decided to try talking Apocalypse down from his outburst.

"Oh, great god, I've spotted the enemy!"

Su Ming suddenly shouted into Apocalypse's ear, pretending to be filled with rage as he pointed toward a specific location on the ground.

That was where the Conqueror, disguised as the little mustache, was conducting his operations.

Startled by Su Ming's outburst, Apocalypse nearly lost his concentration.

He stopped gathering power. He knew that his followers were eager for revenge, so he thought he might as well check out what the Conqueror was up to before resuming the destruction.

"Are you sure?" Apocalypse withdrew his hands, placing them behind his back.

"Yes, I'm absolutely certain. I think he just looked in our direction," Su Ming knew that he couldn't be vague in this moment, and he needed to instill a sense of urgency in Apocalypse.

"Hmph, more technology. It's only natural he spotted us. But as a true god, I never hide. We'll descend."

As soon as Apocalypse finished speaking, they plummeted like meteors, crashing down at the entrance of the chancellery. A purple energy shield enveloped them, creating a massive crater in the ground.

The earth rippled like water, lifting the asphalt, scattering gravel, and kicking up a cloud of dust. Every window in the chancellery shattered like fireworks.

The guards at the entrance were well-trained; they quickly took cover behind the tall marble columns and opened fire on the group, mixing regular bullets with blue energy beams.

Their bravery was commendable, but they were facing Apocalypse. Against him, cover meant nothing.

The German soldiers' attacks splashed against the psychic shield like raindrops on an umbrella, creating nothing more than a faint pattering sound.

But Apocalypse merely drifted out of the crater, rolling his eyes with an impassive expression. With a single glance, he obliterated the attacking soldiers.

Their bodies disintegrated into white ash, leaving behind only their hands clutching their weapons, scattering like dust across the ground.

Everything they had—clothing, personal effects, mechanical implants, even their very souls—vanished as if erased from history itself.

With a mere glance, Apocalypse had annihilated hundreds of elite guards, the best that the German army had to offer.

Su Ming subtly signaled Cable, indicating for him to calm the others and hold back any rash actions.

Apocalypse's power was too dangerous, and if they were to confront him, it would need to be at the right moment.

Apocalypse descended slowly, glancing at the surrounding ashes.

Erasing a few ordinary humans was effortless for him. He then looked up at the tall, elegant white building and continued toward the entrance.

But before he could climb the steps, countless flying saucers swooped down from the sky, and from the distant streets came even taller, more imposing giant robots.

If the machines Su Ming had encountered in Paris were already ahead of their time, then these nearly ten-meter-tall robots, bristling with weapons on both arms, were downright exaggerated.

They were broader, larger, with thick armor plates painted with giant Iron Cross insignias. Each step they took made the ground tremble.

The attacks now raining down on them had also upgraded from the previous small arms to heavy energy cannons.

But Apocalypse paid them no mind. He merely raised a hand, making a light lifting motion, and the saucers and mechs instantly disintegrated into sand, scattering with the wind.

Su Ming could even see the confused faces of the mech pilots, their hands still gripping their controls as they screamed, plummeting from the sky.

As for the saucer pilots, they fared no better. Losing their crafts, they tumbled to the ground, ending up as little smears on the pavement.

"Come out and face me, Rama-Tut! I'm tired of your little toys!"

Apocalypse paused at the entrance, taunting Conqueror Kang.

It had been thousands of years since he last faced Rama-Tut, and he could hardly remember what kind of opponent he had been.

His rival was indeed proud, but he also loved underhanded tactics. In his own lair, any manner of traps could be waiting.

Installing traps in a pyramid and placing treasures to lure in thieves, then watching them die through surveillance, was one of Rama-Tut's favorite pastimes.

Apocalypse despised such tricks. He preferred if Kang would come out and fight him directly.

Su Ming sighed, knowing it would come to this.

Even back in 3000 BCE, the two had faced off in this manner. Kang hid inside his palace, heavily guarded, surrounded by layers of traps.

Apocalypse paced outside, even after awakening his powers, waiting for an opportunity.

It was like someone shouting insults outside, "Come out if you dare!"

And the other person replying from the safety of his fortress, "I'm not coming out! If you're tough, come in here!"

Apart from their war of words, nothing progressed. If the time-traveling Fantastic Four hadn't taken on the Conqueror first, Apocalypse might have waited forever.

"En Sabah Nur, let me go in first and assess the situation."

Su Ming was done waiting. Conqueror Kang could flee at any moment, or even retaliate with a nuclear strike. Now that he'd convinced Apocalypse, if he could hold off Kang for just a moment, it would be enough for Apocalypse to join the battle, sealing Kang's fate.