Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 864: Demolishing the Statue of My Grandfather
"Nero..."

Credo looked at Nero's back as he left. For some reason, he suddenly felt that Nero had grown up.

The little brother who had always been following him has grown up.

Credo realized that this younger brother was no longer the one who needed his care and depended on him.

Luther watched Nero walk side by side with him.

"Luther..."

Nero suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

Luther uttered the interrogative particle.

"Don't make any move later."

Nero said.

He wanted to solve it all by himself.

"can."

Luther nodded. He had no intention of taking action. He just came to watch the show.

Now that Nero had brought it up himself, Luther thought it was a good idea.

"Thank you."

Nero didn't know what to say. His father had always cared for him and met all his requests since he appeared.

This made Nero feel the fatherly love he had never experienced before.

Maybe, this is fatherly love?

There is someone I can rely on and tolerate, but it used to be Credo and now it’s Luther.

"Nothing, but if you are in danger, I will definitely help you."

Luther said with a smile.

When Nero stepped into the last layer of the deep underground, the air around him seemed to freeze, and an indescribable feeling of oppression enveloped him.

The light around was weak and dim, and could only barely illuminate the outline of the huge monster in front - a huge stone statue, whose height was far beyond imagination, as if it was reaching into the sky. Even estimating it with a number like "one hundred meters" seemed too conservative.

This stone statue exudes an ancient and solemn atmosphere, yet is mixed with some indescribable evil and distortion, forming a sharp contrast with the solemn Spartan stone statue in the opera house in Nero's memory.

The face of the statue was blurry and majestic, but Nero could feel a familiar yet unfamiliar power surging in it.

Although its body design is similar to that of the Spartan statue, the details reveal a completely different style, full of a kind of blasphemy and mockery of sacred things.

Nero thought to himself that this was indeed a work full of evil taste. He wondered who had done it and what secrets it hid.

The spiral staircase surrounding the statue is like a winding python, leading explorers into the unknown abyss. Nero slowly walked down the staircase, and each step seemed particularly heavy, as if he was carrying the weight of the entire world.

When he finally came to an open area in the middle of the stairs, the view in front of him suddenly became clear, and the chest of the stone statue was facing him, as if a pair of invisible eyes were watching him.

At this moment, Nero suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand. It was a sign that the devil's blood was boiling in his body, and it was also his most sensitive organ to the evil forces around him.

He quickly looked around, trying to find the source of the pain, and finally, his eyes fixed on the top of the stone statue - there, the Pope was standing in a condescending posture, as if he was the master of this world.

Nero was filled with confusion and shock. He clearly remembered that when he was going down the stairs, there was no one there. How did the Pope appear there in such a short time? Or was he standing there from the beginning, but he just didn't notice it? These questions came to him like a tide.

Anyway, the demon that Nero sensed must be the Pope. He was shot in the head by Dante and died, but now he is standing in front of Nero in broad daylight. Just this point alone is enough to show that this man is no longer human.

"Don't you feel the divine glory? This is the appearance of the savior."

The Pope's voice echoed in the empty underground, with a hint of mockery and complacency.

He lowered his head and looked down at the stone statue at his feet, as if it was really the savior in his heart.

Nero snorted coldly and responded, "It suits your taste... If it were me, I wouldn't stand on the head of the savior. It's too disrespectful."

Luther secretly complained in his heart, Nero, Nero, didn't you also take down your grandfather's statue? It sounds a bit ironic when you say this.

But he did not say this aloud. He just stood aside silently, watching the conflict that was about to break out.

The Pope looked down at Nero with cold eyes. Nero had never been in close contact with him and most likely just looked at the man from afar, but as far as Nero knew, he would not look at others in this way.

However, he is very suitable for this kind of cold eyes. Perhaps this is his nature.

"I will take care of you, and then disband the Demon Sword Cult!"

Nero took out the azure rose and said.

"Well, in that case, I'll show you a little. Even though it's not complete, you're a good candidate for testing the savior's strength..."

The Pope smiled and said,

Facing the smiling Pope, Nero curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, gently pulled the trigger with his finger, and the azure bullet cut through the air like a meteor and went straight towards the Pope.

However, just as the bullets were about to hit the target, a dazzling barrier suddenly appeared around the Pope, bouncing the bullets back one by one.

"Humph, a mere mortal dares to challenge the majesty of God with such a toy."

The Pope's words contained not only contempt, but also a profound understanding of the power gap.

"Then, let me show you what real power is!"

Nero growled, and all the magic power in his body surged and gathered in his right hand like an awakened beast.

The magic sword Apophis, this legendary weapon, turned into a brilliant blue light at Nero's summons, carrying the power to destroy the world, and rushed towards the Pope.

However, the Pope's reaction was beyond Nero's expectations.

He did not choose to confront head-on, but instead flashed and seemed to merge into the savior's inner space, disappearing without a trace.

Although Nero's attack was fierce, it could only hit the seemingly indestructible savior, making a deafening roar but failing to cause any damage to him.

"How can this be?"

Nero was secretly surprised. He knew how powerful the Savior was, but he never expected that it could withstand his full-strength attack so easily.

Just as he was stunned, the Savior suddenly began to shake violently, as if an enraged beast was brewing a more violent attack.

The ground began to tremble, and the decorations around it fell one after another. The entire palace seemed to be crumbling at this moment. Nero steadied himself, staring at the huge body of the savior with a sharp gaze.

It slowly raised its right hand and slapped Nero with an incredible speed and strength.

(End of this chapter)