As the golden halo dissipated, the buzzing in their ears gradually subsided, and the team's figures appeared from the void. The ground beneath their feet was rough and ancient, the grit emitting a slight heat wave under the scorching sun. They were in a narrow alley, with vines crawling up the stone brick walls, and occasional carvings of hieroglyphs visible. The air was filled with a mixed scent of spicy herbs, damp decay, and thick dust.
"Oh, Earth in Egypt. What a magical place," Deadpool spoke first, one hand on his hip, the other shading his eyes as he peered into the distance. "But why does it smell like a mix of camel's toes and yesterday's onion soup?"
Logan stood firm on the ground and growled mercilessly, "Shut up, Deadpool."
"Don't be like that, Old Wolf," Deadpool shrugged, turning to point at the end of the alley behind him. "Look at this ancient beauty. These carvings on the wall must be the signatures of some 'Pharaoh Influencer' from thousands of years ago. I bet their fans left messages in the sand too."
"Can you be quiet for a while?" America glanced at him, her eyes filled with suppressed helplessness. "We just arrived, and we might not even know the dangers around us."
"Dangers?" Deadpool spread his hands, looking innocent. "How peaceful it looks here! Maybe we can even have a cup of Time Green Tea in some pharaoh's teahouse."
"Enough," Dominic's voice was like a steady hammer blow, instantly drawing everyone's attention to him. His face still showed no extra expression, only his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. "This is enemy territory. Any wrong judgment will cost us dearly."
"Sounds like some kind of military training speech," Peter leaned against a wall, squeezed the button on his web-shooter, and tentatively shot a strand of web forward. "But, he's right, something here... feels off."
"I like 'off'," Venom extended a black tendril from Eddie's body and licked the air. "There's a strange smell here. Like... the decay of time."
"Thanks for the description," Miles wrinkled his nose. "Now I feel like I'm going to puke."
Loki stood in the shadow of the alley, his fingers gently playing with the glow of the Space Stone. His gaze was indifferent, seemingly uninterested in the group's conversation. He said in a low voice, "Why are we wasting time standing here? Go find Rama-Tut, and end all this."
"What's the hurry, 'god of mischief'?" Deadpool walked up to Loki and nudged his ribs with his elbow. "This is the pharaoh's home ground! How about an Egyptian-style adventure mini-game first?"
Loki looked up and stared coldly at Deadpool. "If you take one more step closer, I promise I will make your mouth disappear from this Universe."
Deadpool pretended to step back, saying in an exaggerated tone, "Oh, alright, cold boy, don't be so grumpy! I was just trying to lighten the mood."
"Stop fooling around," Dominic's voice rang out again. He took a light step and was already at the other end of the alley, his gaze fixed on a faintly flickering light spot. He pointed towards it, his tone firm. "That's our direction. Everyone, follow."
Deadpool shrugged and followed at the back of the team, muttering to himself as he walked, "Why do I have to be with such a boring group every time we go on a mission? Can't I, Deadpool, have one happy adventure?"
Peter tilted his head and whispered to Miles, "He manages to be annoying at the most inappropriate times, but you have to admit, he's quite useful."
"Useful?" Miles replied in a low voice. "Maybe, but he's more useful when his mouth is shut."
America walked in the middle, holding the Space Stone in her hand, her gaze alert as she scanned the surroundings. "No matter how quiet it looks here, we can't let our guard down. This is Rama-Tut's home ground, he must be waiting somewhere for us to make a mistake."
Logan lit a cigar, took a deep puff, and said, "Let him come. I'd like to see what tricks he can still play."
"Ah, tricks," Deadpool paced back and forth, pretending to ponder. "I guess he'll suddenly jump out of a sand dune and shout, 'Welcome to my Time Amusement Park!' How about that, surprised or not surprised?"
"Deadpool," Dominic turned and glanced at him, his eyes like knives. "Shut up."
Deadpool immediately raised his hands, pretending to zip his mouth shut, but the smile on his face couldn't be hidden. As he followed the team, he mumbled to himself, "Still so boring, but I like this kind of boring."
The city skyline, against the backdrop of the golden sunset, appeared both magnificent and desolate. Towering buildings, like ancient Egyptian pyramids, blended perfectly with modern glass facades and steel structures. Most striking was a central building, its peak carved with huge hieroglyphs, its outer walls inlaid with metal shimmering like Vibranium, emanating a strong sense of technology. On the spire, a massive holographic projection slowly unfolded, displaying a carefully orchestrated scene.
A low and solemn voice came from the holographic projection, shaking every corner of the entire city.
"This, is the era of Rama-Tut," the voice was deep, carrying an irresistible sense of oppression. "In the river of time, only the true strong can stand at the peak. And these strong, are your Guardians, and the creators of the new World."
The scene shifted, and the figure of Apocalypse appeared in the center of the projection. His muscles were perfectly sculpted, his skin emitting a glowing blue light, his helmet design featuring ancient Egyptian style, yet filled with slightly pulsing runes. He walked forward step by step, the air around him seemingly twisting due to his aura.
"I am Apocalypse," his voice was calm, yet contained a chilling power. "I am the first Mutant, and the embodiment of the future. I follow His Majesty Rama-Tut, for he has given true meaning to time. And my power will be his weapon to eliminate all who obstruct the new era."
The screen expanded behind Apocalypse, revealing a row of neatly arranged figures, each filled with a familiar and shocking aura. Rama-Tut's superhero team appeared in the projection, their names solemnly called out one by one.
"First, Human Torch," a figure burning with dazzling flames flew out of the screen, the heat wave of the flames almost palpable through the holographic projection. His eyes flickered with deep red light, his tone filled with fanaticism. "The new era needs true passion, and I am the flame that will burn down the old World."
"Then, Black Bolt," a silent black shadow emerged, his mask covering most of his face, only his eyes showing cold determination. The air around him seemed to stop flowing the moment he existed, and the low commentary voice in the projection said, "His voice is enough to destroy a city, but he chooses to dedicate his power to Rama-Tut."
"Next, Iron Skull," this figure was filled with mechanical coldness, his appearance like a combination of Iron Man and Red Skull, his blood-red armor covered in hieroglyphs. He raised his mechanical arm, his tone filled with endless arrogance. "Technology is invincible, and I will use it to rule everything."
"And Magneto," a familiar yet more majestic figure appeared to the left of Apocalypse, his armor more complex and ancient, as if every piece of metal whispered the secrets of time. He gently waved his hand, and the iron elements around him formed a magnificent metallic storm in the air. He smiled and said, "I am the master of magnetism, and this World is my magnetic field."
Finally, the screen focused on one figure, his cape fluttering in the void. It was Rama-Tut, his gaze like a time vortex, scanning the entire city, as if looking down at the ants beneath his feet. He raised a hand, and golden ripples of time spread from his palm.
"This is the order of the new World," his voice was low, yet incredibly impactful. "Choose to submit, or be completely erased in the river of time."
When the projection ended, the entire city fell into a brief silence. The afterglow of the sunset shone on these figures called "Guardians," who looked like gods from hell, carrying an irresistible aura.
"Alright," Deadpool stood in the shadow of the alley, breaking the silence. His face beneath the red and black mask showed endless mockery. "Looks like the'Superhero Talent Show' is popular again. Apocalypse as Captain? Magneto as a team member? This is like an evil version of the Avengers."
Loki raised an eyebrow and sneered softly, "These people think time will make them stronger, but they are nothing but Rama-Tut's playthings."
Logan shook the blood off his hands and cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of arrogant guys, I've seen plenty. They'll fall too, just like everyone else."
Dominic stood at the front, his gaze sharp, his tone cold. "We need a plan. From now on, every step must be precise."
America leaned against a broken stone wall with her arms crossed, the hieroglyphs on the wall blurred by time. She glanced at Dominic, a hint of an undetectable cold smile on her lips. "Precise plan? I'm not questioning your leadership, but your 'precise plans' often seem to go completely against what we expect."
Dominic stood at the front of the team, silent for a moment, then turned back, his gaze calm but with a hint of pressure. "We are deep in enemy territory. Adapting on the fly is the key to survival."
"Adapting on the fly?" America raised a hand and pointed towards Deadpool. "Are you saying we should put the entire mission's progress on the guy in the red and black suit with a head full of garbage jokes?"
Deadpool immediately chimed in, spreading his hands with an innocent expression. "Whoa, what is this? Are you targeting me? Have you forgotten that I'm the invincible Deadpool who saved 'multiple Universes'? Don't mind my usual rambling, but when it comes to the crucial moment--"
"When it comes to the crucial moment, you're highly likely to mess everything up," America interrupted him mercilessly, turning back to Dominic. "It's this kind of 'precise' plan that almost gets us wiped out every time."
Peter muttered softly from the side, "Actually, Deadpool did save everyone once, even if the way was absurd."
"Exactly!" Deadpool pointed at Peter, excited like a student praised by a teacher. "Did you hear that? The little bug is speaking up for me! America, you should learn to appreciate my artistic contributions."
Logan frowned, exhaled a puff of cigar smoke from his mouth, and said coldly, "Shut up. Nobody wants to hear your nonsense."
America sighed, spread her hands, and looked at Dominic with a complex expression. "My point is, your plans always look like you're in control, but in reality, they completely throw us off."
Dominic was not angered by her complaint. His eyes remained sharp, his voice low. "The purpose of a plan is never to comfort people, but to ensure the objective is achieved. If you want an easy mission, this is not the place for you."
America rolled her eyes and tilted her head towards Miles. "He talks as if we have another choice."
Miles shrugged, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "At least he's consistently led us this far."
"Yeah," America turned back and stared at Dominic. "But I hope your next plan is a bit more reliable, not like last time, pushing us into a battlefield full of time rifts."
Dominic's gaze swept over everyone, his voice low and firm. "If we hadn't taken that step, we would have been devoured by Rama-Tut."
"Sounds really inspiring," America muttered, slowly squatting down against the wall, starting to adjust the energy of the Space Stone. "I'm just reminding you, sometimes precise doesn't mean smart."
Loki interjected with a cold laugh from the side. "These arguments are meaningless. Without a clearer goal, no matter how 'precise' the plan is, it's futile."
Deadpool immediately cut in, "Oh, well said, Loki! Give him a round of applause! It's truly refreshing that our 'god of mischief' can deliver a profound insight without a single joke!"
Loki turned to look at Deadpool and said coldly, "Shut up, or you will disappear in time faster than Rama-Tut."
Deadpool dramatically clutched his chest, pretending to be wounded. "That's truly... touching."
America took a deep breath, looking at Dominic. "So, what's your next step? Master of Precise Plans?"
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