Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 856 The True Genius of Devil May Cry World

In the little-known secret laboratory of the Demon Sword Cult hidden deep underground, time seems to be distorted by some unknown force, flowing slowly and full of oppression.

Here, is the abyss where knowledge and taboos are intertwined. It is also the stage where Agnes, the Minister of Technology, pursues perfection and crazy dreams.

Agnes stood beside the laboratory table, his figure cast a long shadow by the complex and sophisticated instruments around him, looking particularly lonely and resolute.

His eyes sparkled with endless desire and enthusiasm for the unknown world, an almost pathological obsession that went beyond the ordinary people's desire for scientific exploration.

The eyes behind the monocle are as sharp as an eagle, seeming to be able to penetrate all appearances and reach the essence of things.

However, this light of wisdom failed to illuminate his frustration at the moment - the failure of another experiment was like a heavy hammer, hitting his already tense nerves hard.

"Damn it! Failed again!"

His voice was low and full of anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with reluctance and frustration.

The smoke from the explosion had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was filled with a mixed smell of sulfur and burning, intertwined with the smell of chemical reagents that had long accumulated in the laboratory, the stench of the devil's remains, and the unique cold breath of unknown metals, forming a suffocating atmosphere.

Even the most advanced ventilation system can hardly completely dispel this heaviness and oppression.

Looking around, the scene in the laboratory is both breathtaking and daunting.

A huge metal frame supports the ceiling, on which hang all kinds of experimental instruments. Some of them flicker with faint blue light, while others sleep quietly, waiting for the next opportunity to be awakened.

The weapons rack not only displays the cult's iconic sharp swords, but also those strange devices that combine technology and magic. Some of them are as sharp as thorns, while others are as heavy as mountains. Each one reveals unparalleled power and unknown dangers.

What is even more eye-catching are the demon corpses scattered everywhere. Some of them are complete, some are incomplete, some have dried up into mummies, and some still retain their hideous appearance in life, as if they would wake up from death at any time and launch a fatal attack on the invaders.

These demons are valuable materials for Agnas' research. He regards their blood, bones, and even souls as the key to a higher level of power.

He believes that if he can unlock the secrets behind these demons, he will have the power to change the world.

However, it was this desire for power that trapped Agnas in an endless cycle.

Every failure in an experiment seemed to remind him how far he was from his ultimate goal. But he never gave up, and even in the most desperate moment, the eternal flame was still burning in his heart.

The walls around him were covered with intricate drawings, ranging from ancient alchemy arrays to modern biotechnology genetic maps, all of which demonstrated his thirst for knowledge and exploration of the unknown.

Scattered on the table were various test tubes, medicines and broken mechanical parts, which were witnesses of his countless attempts and failures.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Agnas' voice echoed in the empty laboratory, with a hint of reluctance and confusion.

He stared at the pile of man-made demon wreckage in front of him, which he had placed high hopes on but eventually turned into ruins, and felt mixed emotions.

He poured all his efforts and wisdom into every experiment, hoping to uncover the secret of the Spartan demon bloodline and create his own power.

However, reality knocked him down again and again, and that unattainable goal seemed to become his eternal curse.

Just as Agnes was immersed in deep self-doubt, a cold and calm voice suddenly broke the silence of the laboratory.

"Because it was too rough." The voice was like a breeze in the ice, bringing Agnes back to his senses.

He turned around quickly, his eyes sharp, and saw a man in a pure white windbreaker - Luther, standing leisurely at the door, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes revealing a detached and indifferent look.

Agnas was furious, he could not tolerate anyone making light judgments about his efforts and achievements. He roared, picked up the only remaining sword demon model on the table, and swung the sword desperately.

However, this attack did not hit the target as he wished. Instead, when it came into contact with the invisible barrier around Luther's body, it instantly shattered, fragments flew everywhere, and the powerful force backfired, shattering his entire arm.

The severe pain almost made Agnes faint.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

He let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Agnes is not a man of strong will, but rather a timid and cowardly person.

He gritted his teeth and covered his broken arm with his other intact hand. Blood slowly dripped through his fingers, staining the ground red.

At this moment, he finally realized the unbridgeable gap between himself and Luther.

"Agnus, your skills are truly amazing. You are able to perfectly combine alchemy, genetic modification and biotechnology to create miracles like artificial demons."

Luther clicked his tongue.

Agnus is the true genius of the Devil May Cry world.

The most special thing about the demons in the Devil May Cry world is that they can be transformed or even synthesized through technologies such as alchemy and genetic modification.

But they also have mysterious and unpredictable properties, so they are outrageous.

Agnus was a top master in mysticism, alchemy, and science-related biotechnology, but he couldn't figure out the Spartan demon bloodline.

The Magic Sword Cult was also lucky. Agnas found some fragments of the dark angel transformed by Virgil and a broken Yama Sword on the beach.

Then Agnas had been studying these things, and demons and artificial demons were just incidental. As a result, after so many years of research, he had not made any progress.

"But as I said just now, your method is too crude and ignores the essence of life."

Luther continued.

When Agnas heard this, he couldn't help but feel angry, but more of it was confusion and puzzlement.

"The essence of life? What on earth are you talking about?"

Luther shook his head slightly.

"The Spartan demon bloodline is one of the most mysterious forces in the world and even the universe. It is not just a kind of genetic information, but also a manifestation of a profound will and soul. You try to analyze and copy it with scientific means, but ignore the emotions, desires and choices behind this power. Such an approach is tantamount to seeking fish in a tree."

(End of this chapter)