Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 657 Black Cloak

Although the police had a large number of people, they had to retreat steadily under the fierce attack of this group of armed men. They were like ships battered by violent storms, teetering on the edge and in danger of capsizing at any time.

Luther stood quietly on the gargoyle statue in the distance, his eyes burning, calm and profound.

"Terminator, when will we take action?"

Thalia's voice rang in Luther's ears.

She was wearing a tight leather jacket, holding two guns, and her eyes were firm and sharp.

There was an unquestionable determination in her voice, as if she couldn't wait to join the battle.

Catwoman Selina also appeared next to him. She was wearing a black tights and had a strong and flexible figure. There was a cunning and alertness in her eyes, as if she was always looking for the other party's flaws.

Luther shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Don't call me Terminator, call me Death."

His voice was calm and cold, as if it carried an unquestionable majesty.

This name seems to have become his new identity symbol, representing his coldness and ruthlessness, as well as his zero tolerance for crime.

Thalia and Catwoman looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.

They didn't understand why Luther suddenly changed his title. But they also knew that now was not the time to ask questions, they needed to focus on the battle in front of them.

In fact, Luther got tired of the name Terminator, so he changed his name again. After all, with Marshal Hei as a typical example in front of him, Luther felt that he could change his name arbitrarily and did not need to stick to one name.

Luther's eyes turned to the battlefield below again, where there was already chaos. Although the police have a large number of people, they have become passive under the onslaught of armed elements.

"Now!"

Luther's voice was low and firm, as if it contained some irresistible power. There was a sharp light in his eyes, as if he had locked onto the target.

As his words fell, his figure moved instantly. Like a bolt of black lightning, he jumped from the roof of a tall building and rushed straight to the battlefield below.

His movements were fast and smooth, as if he had reached perfection after countless rehearsals.

As he jumped up, his black cloak spread out in the night sky, like a huge black flag, flapping in the night wind.

The cloak was like his wings, helping him fly in the night sky, allowing him to shuttle between tall buildings as he pleased.

Thalia and Catwoman followed closely behind, their bodies equally strong and agile. They drew beautiful arcs in the night sky, like elves in the darkness, rushing towards the chaotic battlefield with Luther.

The moment Luther rushed into the battlefield, the entire battlefield seemed to stand still. The originally noisy gunshots, shouts and explosions all became faint and distant at this moment.

The militants who were shooting, shouting, and running wildly suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression. They looked up and saw a black figure falling from the sky covering their heads.

That figure was like the god of death coming, giving people an unspeakable sense of fear. His appearance seemed to change the situation on the entire battlefield, bringing some order to the originally chaotic battle. After Luther landed, he rushed directly towards the armed men without any pause. His speed was extremely fast, as if he had exceeded the limits of human beings. Each step covered a distance of several meters, leaving the militants no time to react.

His black cloak played a huge role in the battle, dancing with his movements as if it had come to life.

When Luther waved his cloak, the cloak instantly became as hard as steel and turned into sharp black blades and knives.

He waved his hand casually, and those sharp blades penetrated the bodies of the militants as easily as cutting tofu.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams came one after another.

His movements were smooth and swift, and every swing carried strong wind pressure, as if everything was about to be torn apart.

As for the militants who were stabbed by the cloak, their bodies were instantly torn apart by invisible forces, with blood and internal organs splattering everywhere. The scene was extremely terrifying.

This horrific scene made everyone present feel palpitations. The militants who were still fighting stopped their movements at this moment. They looked at the black god of death in horror, their hearts filled with despair.

Thalia and Selina were both shocked. They had never seen Luther with such an ability before, and they were curious about why Luther had changed his outfit again. Now they knew why, and Luther had shown a new ability!

First he had the high-tech armor when he was a "Transcendent", then he had the strength and indestructible body when he was a "Terminator", and now after becoming the "Reaper", could this black cloak be his symbol and new power?

Thalia had never felt that a person was so elusive.

That cloak, from the moment Luther put it on, seemed to be endowed with some kind of magic power and became an unparalleled magical weapon.

Possessing ever-changing abilities, it takes on different forms according to Luther's thoughts. It seems to be an endless arsenal of weapons, ready to deal with any challenge at any time.

Luther thought, and the black cloak immediately turned into an extremely sharp sword. The blade of the sword flashed with cold light, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

There was only a "swish" sound, and the sword light cut through the air and stabbed directly into the enemy's chest.

Before the militants could react, they were penetrated by the sword and fell into a pool of blood.

Luther kept changing the form of his black cloak.

Every change of the black cloak is accompanied by powerful power and amazing speed. It seems to be able to sense Luther's thoughts and change into the weapon most suitable for the current battle situation at any time. Under Luther's attack, those militants seemed to have turned into lambs to be slaughtered, with no power to fight back.

In a fierce confrontation, Luther waved the black cloak again. This time, it turned into dozens of black sharp blades, sweeping across the entire battlefield like a black whirlwind. Those sharp blades were flying in the air, cutting through all obstacles blocking Luther's path. The militants fled in panic, but no matter how they dodge, they could not escape the pursuit of the black blade.

Immediately afterwards, Luther waved his black cloak again. This time, it turned into a huge axe, much taller than Luther's body.

The ax exuded a strong black energy, as if it could swallow all life. Luther grasped the handle of the ax tightly with both hands and slashed down suddenly. The huge force made the air tremble.

(End of this chapter)