Most of the colors of Cairo are the same as the pyramids that represent Egypt.

In addition to the relatively modern city center, which will have a large amount of greenery, large areas of low-lying buildings, cramped lanes, and chaotic streets full of small traders and hawkers are the true face of this ancient city.

Professor Carlis Jackson walked down the street in a daze, he didn't know where to go out, he didn't know who to notify, especially with a terrifying figure like a human bomb behind him, and the old professor was left with only a mechanical and numb walking instinct.

The courtyard of the Apocalypse believers was in a back alley in the middle of the city, and the shops along the street in the front yard were their storefronts selling Persian carpets, and at this moment, several houses around them were crushed into powder by the awakened Apocalypse in a fit of rage.

With Cairo's urban efficiency, it would take some time for the fire or security stress team to arrive, but more and more residents surrounded him, and Professor Jackson was afraid that the "god" behind him would be displeased, so he killed all these ordinary people.

But strangely, after leaving the ruins, Apocalypse was surprisingly emotionally stable.

"Advance, Evolver? This must be an evolutionary! I've watched TV, and they're called mutants, too! Oh my God. He's so imposing."

A group of young men looked at this tall mutant in armor in amazement on the side of the road,

Apocalypse strode forward proudly, without the slightest intention of hiding his appearance, and on the hairless brow bones, dark blue folds were piled up between the eyebrows, and he was quite puzzled by the mortals he saw on the road.

Over the years, Apocalypse has collected and plundered many powerful mutant powers, but he has no real psychic ability, he can't see what these mortals are thinking, but he can sense their emotions.

"Strange."

Professor Jackson listened to the apocalypse spit out a word he didn't understand, his legs couldn't help but bend, and he looked at the most lively street in the area in front of him, and he was even more dazed and at a loss.

And this ancestor of mutants who has awakened from ancient times is surprised that mortals do not have disgust, fear and hatred when they see themselves, but are more full of curiosity and questions, and even some kind of . Envy?

Didi! Buzzing.

The horns of cars, the roar of engines, and the loudspeakers of the shops selling televisions across the street are playing loud blues songs and dances, and the surging and complex audio and video information fills the senses of the apocalypse.

He was a little irritated by the confusion that appeared in his heart, which was unacceptable to the all-knowing and all-powerful Lord.

Apocalypse slowly raised his head, the pure sky was cloudless, but in his eyes, there were countless wisps of gray lines intertwined on the city, like an invisible net.

Such a line was extremely rare in his time, and he looked at the "landing point" of a line in front of him, and walked straight across the street.

Professor Jackson stared blankly at the ancient mutants passing through the street, and the cars on the road had to come to a sudden stop, and the drivers, almost all of whom had beards and bandanas, leaned out of the windows one by one, and cursed.

Apocalypse subconsciously touched the glass of the shop window, he had never seen such a pure and transparent substance like water, and waved his hand lightly, and the glass window evenly shattered into a fine powder like gravel, and separated like a wave, revealing the TV set displayed inside.

Jackson watched as he put his hand on the TV, his eyes slightly closed, and then the entire video wall exploded with snowflakes and chaotic screen flashes, and even the squeaky and shrill sound of the speaker ringing out of the speakers.

"Interestingинтересноdrleintéressant"

Apocalypse's eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and various small emotions changed from time to time, doubt, curiosity, and anger. He spat out an English word, but at the same time it echoed in countless modern languages of various peoples.

The old professor had already come to him, and looking at such a strange situation, a ridiculous guess rose in his heart.

After a while, Apocalypse finally opened his gray-blue eyelids, and the pupils that faintly revealed the faint blue fluorescence were no longer a little blank and empty like just now, but full of wisdom and confidence.

"Carlis Jackson, the question you were questioned at the 1968 Oxford Public Lecture was why the Apocalypse Dynasty did not have any large-scale architectural remains or records of relevant totems, symbols, etc. That's because—"

Professor Jackson's lips and teeth trembled, and his throat and eyes tightened.

He listened to the man's somewhat hoarse voice, with an authentic London accent, talking eloquently about the questions he had been unable to answer at an academic debate that had been televised a few years ago, and the ridiculous speculation in his mind was confirmed.

"—that's because. Mortals are not qualified, chant my name. ”

Through the ubiquitous network of radio signals and electronic data, the Apocalypse has mastered all the human history, information, and knowledge that it has missed for 5,000 years of sleeping in the dark underground.

It's really funny that mortals who are ignorant and ignorant have weapons that can threaten the gods. Mutants, my children are not hated by mortals, 'Whip of Order'. ”

The whole street was completely blocked, and all the pedestrians and vehicles passing by stopped to watch the tall and strange mutant man, and some even shouted for him to perform a few more times.

The owner of the TV and sound shop ran out to see himself shattered into slag and floating on the window pane on the ground like smoke, and scolded the mutant for compensation, threatening to call the mutant affairs department in Cairo City.

Tianqi's face sank like water without any expression, he raised his right hand with interest, watched a faint black gas linger on his fingertips, and popped it out casually, and said softly:

"The humblest of slave languages, the mortals of this land, have been reduced to this, historians."

He turned his head to look at old Jackson, who had never had the guts and didn't know what to say, and Professor Jackson, realized that the apocalypse was calling him, and a cloud of purple-red energy opened up from the hole under the feet of the two, which immediately spread behind him.

"You will have the privilege of being a mortal, witnessing and documenting, I. Rebuild God's order and kingdom. ”

Airplanes!

The light engulfed Apocalypse and Professor Jackson in an instant, and the two of them disappeared instantly, leaving only a thumb-thick cloud of black smoke swirling in the air, suddenly bursting into countless lines as thin as a hair, invisible to the naked eye, and dispersed towards the crowd on the long street.

The fat video store owner, with some deep pockets, took the black brick handed by the clerk and stood on the side of the street ostentatiously calling the mobile phone that not many people in Cairo could have, shouting rudely.

"Ahh Ahh ”

He wrinkled his greasy nose, as if something had penetrated into his nose, and he couldn't help but sneeze a few times and rubbed his nose, but saw that the back of his hand was full of black and red liquid,

The shopkeeper's brain was a little dizzy, he subconsciously raised his head to look ahead, and the onlookers on the street who had not dispersed were sneezing in unison, thick black blood flowed from his nose, eyes, ears, and mouth, and black spots appeared on his skin.

Hundreds of people wailed and screamed, scratching at the flesh of their cheeks and chests, letting them rot and fall off in pieces, and a whole street spread around here

On the Texas Highway through the barren western wilderness, in addition to the dark green cacti and the ground cage grass rolling with the wind, there is only a young man without a helmet and a high bulge in the cheeks, riding the best Benelli "lion cub" in the stunt motorcycle world, and the sound of explosions is speeding by.

Johnny Blazer had just buried his father, and the keeper of the old and old cemetery had suddenly disappeared in the past two days, so Johnny had to dig his own grave and find the priest to perform a hasty ceremony.

After burying his father, he stepped into the car, without a destination, but with an inexplicable determination, he sped away into the distance.

"The devil. Devil, Mephisto! Get out! ”

The rumbling roar of the engine and the roar of Johnny Blazer mingled, and the dome in front of him hung faintly low from the ground, and there was not the slightest hint of earthy moisture under the dark dark clouds, as if the cloud curtain was a gathering of ash and smoke from the sky.

Rumble!

A black shadow suddenly flashed more than ten meters in front of Johnny, he subconsciously screwed the brakes, the rear wheels of the Benelli lion cub were raised high, and the front wheels drew a long scorched black track on the road, diffusing a strong rubber smell.

As soon as the young rider stopped the car, he was angry that he had not stepped on the engine and crashed into it!

Standing there was none other than the tall, old devil of Wizened Branches, Mephisto.

"Tsk. Johnny Johnny, look at your appearance, I like your anger, young people are imposing! 'Hellfire' will like you. ”

Mephisto's human form was dressed in a black trench coat with a buttoned shawl from the last century, with sleazed cheeks, large, slightly protruding eyes, annoying mockery at the corners of his mouth, and a voice as dry and piercing as a crow's chirping.

"Bastard! Fack! ”

Johnny frantically swung his fist at Mephisto standing in front of him, but he staggered and fell to the ground, struggling to get up, screaming and continuing to pounce.

"Don't worry, don't worry, my knight, there's a better agreement, and you're not interested in hearing about it again?"

Mephisto seemed to be an illusory shadow, sneering at Johnny Blazer's constant fluttering, but he was able to pick up the staff of civilization in his hand and knock Johnny's head with wicked fun, like an old cat playing with rats.

"I lost my mind to believe in you, devil!"

Don't want to try another deal that can get your father back? You know, I can take his soul, and of course I can put it like a . Fart? It's the same to let go, isn't it! ”

Johnny hesitated, staring at Mephisto's disgusting smile in the countless folds on his face, only to hear the devil continue to sneer:

"It's very simple, my knight, I have just recovered a long-lost soul, which brings good news and I just need you to get a contract that belongs to me and return it to me, not only to get back your 'father', but also to get rid of me forever, you say"

"- How?"

Mephisto hunched over Johnny Blazer's shoulders, rejoicing like a weasel that had caught a fat chicken.

(End of chapter)