Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 874 Flame Demon Baroque

Lucia understood what Luther said.

Is that special thing the reason why Baroque was able to come to the human world?

No wonder, if there is such a hole on the Holy Demon Island that can accommodate a demon of Baroque's level, why have the guardians of all generations never noticed it? All of this seems to point to the unknown "special thing" mentioned by Luther.

At this moment, Nero's anger almost overflowed from his chest. His beloved Scarlet Queen, the weapon that had accompanied him in countless battles and witnessed his growth, disappeared in the blink of an eye, and even the possibility of repairing it no longer existed.

This despair and unwillingness made him unable to restrain his urge to vent his anger on Baroque.

Blue magic power gathered in his palm, and the magic sword Apophis came out. Its cold light was even sharper in the dim environment, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.

"I'm going to chop you up!"

Nero's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with the flame of revenge.

"Are you...the son of Sparta?"

Baroque's sudden question stunned Nero, and then he realized that this might be some misunderstanding of his power by the devil.

Nero shook his head, a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "No, I am the descendant of the magic swordsman Apophis."

"Magic Swordsman Apophis?"

The Fire Demon Baroque had never heard of this name.

How could Luther leave this loophole? He instantly stuffed the information of the magic swordsman Apophis into the brain of the fire demon Baroque.

Just when Nero wanted to mock the flaming demon Baroque for being ignorant and a frog in a well, he saw the subtle change in the expression on Baroque's face - from confusion to shock, and then to disbelief.

"You are the descendant of Apophis? Are you his son?"

There was a barely perceptible tremor in Baroque's voice.

Nero shook his head and corrected, "No, I am his grandson."

A hint of surprise surged in his heart. He didn't expect that this fire demon from the abyss actually knew the name of his grandfather.

"You are Apophis's grandson. So the magic swordsman Luther is your father?"

Baroque said again.

“He is Luther.”

Nero gestured in Luther's direction.

Lucia looked at Luther beside her in disbelief.

"Who is the magic swordsman Apophis?"

Lucia had never heard of it.

Luther smiled, his eyes gleaming with memories: "He is Sparda's brother, and also a legendary magic swordsman."

"Which Sparta?"

Lucia's surprise was beyond words. She couldn't believe that she had inadvertently touched upon such a vast historical context.

"Which other Sparta? Of course it's the magic swordsman Sparta who is praised by the world."

Luther said with a smile.

"The magic swordsman Apophis... is Sparda's brother?"

Lucia's voice trembled slightly, and every word revealed her inner shock.

She tried hard to search for fragments of these names in her mind, but found that she knew very little, as if these names only existed in ancient legends and were out of reach. Seeing this, Luther gently patted Lucia's shoulder, giving her a touch of warm strength.

"Yes, Lucia. Long, long ago, our world was not as peaceful as it is now. Wars between demons and humans broke out frequently, and Sparta and Apophis were two legendary heroes in that long war. They fought side by side, expelling the demons back to the abyss countless times, and guarding the peace of this land."

Luther was talking serious nonsense.

"So you know what, Dante?"

Lucia asked, thinking of Dante.

"know."

Luther nodded.

Lucia then had no more questions.

From the flames on Baroque's body, it can be seen that it has completely lost its previous momentum.

Did he lose the will to fight, or did he lose the strength?
Regardless, Lucia no longer had any intention of fighting.

Nero also put down the magic sword Apophis and laughed.

"Are you going to give in?"

"Yes." Baroque's answer was concise and firm, without any hesitation or retreat.

His voice was soft but full of power, as if he was announcing to the world that admitting defeat does not mean giving up, but rather another form of beginning.

However, just when everyone thought that everything was about to settle, the fire in Baroque miraculously rekindled again, not the flame of revenge, but the spark of hope.

This flame was no longer born for fighting, but for a greater goal - to continue his fighting journey in another form.

"Nero!"

There was a hint of urgency and anxiety in Lucia's cry. She keenly sensed that the power surging in Baroque's body was undergoing a change. It was a transformation of power that transcended life and death, and transcended form.

She was worried that Baroque would do something unpredictable in the last moments of his life.

But Nero seemed unusually calm, as if he had already seen through Baroque's intentions. He just stood there quietly, staring at everything happening before his eyes with his deep eyes.

It is an understanding and respect that goes beyond words, and it is a tacit understanding between strong people that does not require many words.

With a loud roar from Baroque, the flames on his body rolled violently like waves blown up by a strong wind, and finally gathered into a huge whirlpool, swallowing his body.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, witnessing this incredible scene.

Baroque's body gradually shattered in the vortex of flames, turning into specks of dust that drifted away with the wind. But at the same time, an unprecedented force surged out of the vortex and resonated with the magic power in Nero's body.

The dust seemed to be given life, swirling around Nero, and finally condensing into a brand new magic tool that fit tightly on his limbs.

His limbs were wrapped with magical tools formed by the power of the Baroque. They flashed with strange light and echoed with Apophis from afar, as if they were telling a new legend.

"I know my strength is not as good as yours. It's a pity that I can't defeat you now. But!"

Baroque's voice suddenly rose, full of indomitable spirit and desire.

"I still want to fight with more powerful people! So I can't be killed by you now!"

The voice of Baroque echoes in everyone's heart. It is his last will and his endless vision for the future.

He chose to continue to exist in this way, in the form of magic tools, accompanying Nero, witnessing and participating in more fierce battles, until one day, he could compete with Nero again with his own strength.

"Oh my... You are such a willful guy. I haven't agreed yet."

(End of this chapter)