Apocalypse Four Horsemen X Men 소설 & 이야기

Lana’s brow furrows, “You speak of the four horsemen of the apocalypse? Are you saying my sisters are the horsemen? But they’re…men. Arent they? ” Clotho nods, “You’re thinking of the human’s biblical terms. Of course, the humans would make them all males. Zeus forbid that females be just as vicious as males.” she rolls her eyes, which would be so amusing if the situation wasn’t so dire. “However, the basic concept of the horsemen is the same. You are Abaddon, the destroyer, the antichrist. Whatever religious moniker you are labeled leads to you being the ender of worlds. Once the balance was restored, your true identity and your sisters’ souls would be mobilized.”

"All four Horsemen are in place and we are ready to begin." Heath shifted anxiously in his bruised and dented, metal folding chair. Cautiously he eyed the four men standing before the group of approximately thirty-five people. Their costumes were unusual. They felt almost religious to Heath. Each man wore a floor length gown inspired robe which resembled a judge's ensemble. The colors, Heath decided, were ceremonial. The first man wore a robe of Stark white. The second man's robe was blood red. The third robe was coal black. The fourth was pale green. Each robe had a large golden horse embroidered on the left breast panel. A golden roped hem had been hand stitched to perfection.

Or rather, in a mere 23 years… World War 4 pushed the world to the verge of destruction. That’s when on the 23rd year, July 1st. One of the legendary twelve apostles of the God of Creation suddenly appeared, and ‘it’ decided to put an end to everything. ‘It’ destroyed several of the strongest and leading causes countries of World War 4 in just three days by itself, alone. Even with full preparation to meet against his attacks, not a single one of them is able to take down the apostle— even if it’s the powerful celestial gods who are just one rank below them.

A unit attacking Cyrus felt wrong to the core. Cyrus did not share the outrage. "Kenneth, they aren't what they used to be. The apocalypse changes people. The ones left standing form an armed organization. They serve only their own structure. You understand? "Aside from stricter discipline and their origin before the collapse, they are no different from the Titan Gang or the Mad Wolves we wiped out. Everyone fights for resources to survive. Killing comes with it. I'm used to it." He spoke lightly. Kenneth fell silent. For him, this was a heavy blow.

Hearing this, James asked, “Are you trying to say that Dragon Abyss is related to Xandros?” Txomin nodded and said, “Yes. The Primordial Age came to a close, and the Apocalypse Age has arrived. However, the human race in the Primordial Age was dealt a heavy blow. Besides that, the Heavenly Path of the Apocalypse Age is hostile to humans. This is a nightmare scenario for the human race. After losing their leader, they are now like scattered sand. We need to save Xandros.” Hearing this, James understood everything. Txomin wanted him to save Xandros.

Then another shiver, a bad one, came over me as I considered the possibility that Warren had taken me captive before I’d escaped. “What about the rest of the horsemen?” I asked. “Three more will be coming, right? Have you guys seen any signs of their coming? Earthlings will be terrified, and if they find out Warren is still hanging around, stirring shit, there’ll be riots everywhere. And who’s the fourth horseman that’s supposed to be coming?” I didn’t even realize that I was mumbling until Jason rubbed his hand up and down my arm to calm me down. This new, dark fear felt so personal that I could barely breathe. “Deathroh,” Fin offered. "The god of death."

In a world shattered by a supernatural apocalypse, everyone gains combat skills except Dimas, who wakes up with a 'Cooking System'. While others hunt for survival, Dimas hunts for ingredients. When a cold, battle-hardened ex-soldier named Rafael discovers that Dimas’s dishes can restore stamina and grant temporary buffs, their lives become inextricably linked in a dangerous culinary business venture.

His dark eyes swept over the Core Five, completely unified once more. "The 24-hour clock is still ticking," Xavier rumbled, his voice thick with a lethal, unyielding promise. "Let’s go to war."

“Do you know what an apocalypse means, Xavier?” Elder Obada walked up to where he was and sat on his bed and Xavier sat up as he stared at the Elder. “A war perhaps?” Xavier frowned. “A war that brings about the end of all lives on the planet?” Elder Obada shrugged. “Close enough. The apocalypse is the end, the end of all lives. You would meet your own apocalypse just like your father met his. You know the story of how your ancestors died right?” Xavier swallowed hard and nodded. “I can remember very clearly.”

Moreover the murmurs of the prophecy caused much more fear and stir in both the vampires and the werewolves. This was the fourth day, and we were tired and worn out, but the need to eliminate those bastards was even more powerful. Soldiers clashed, clashed on every end and fought with every ounce of power in them. And then I saw him. Xavier. The man we had bled to protect. The man who watched over Ariana like his soul depended on it. But this... this was not Xavier. This was a monster in his skin.