Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 884 Battle of Brothers
But it's useless to know, because it seems that Luther has no interest in absorbing the demonic power of the magic sword Apophis.

So Dante didn't say it.

"Yes, when I was in the demon world, I kept killing demons and absorbing their demonic power, and then I awakened."

Luther nodded and said.

Dante was speechless. He awakened by killing demons in the demon world, so why didn’t his brother awaken?
Is it that the two people are treated differently?
"Very good, this way we will be sure to catch Virgil."

Nero said immediately.

Dante thought about it and felt that Virgil's power was not much stronger than his own, not to mention that there was Luther who had awakened the true demon a long time ago, who knows how many years ago.

This is sure!

The advantage is mine!

Fortunately, Luther is not someone, otherwise he would have been killed by milk.

The three of them came to the depths of the magic tree, the Anti-Kabbalah, and saw Virgil sitting with his back to a tree.

Then, an incomprehensible drumbeat began.

"Hey, Virgil!"

Dante's voice echoed in the empty space, with a bit of unruliness and provocation, as if he was declaring war on the past, or as if he was confirming whether the person in front of him was still the familiar yet unfamiliar brother in his memory.

His steps were firm and powerful, and every step showed his desire for victory and his release from the past.

"Your days of opening portals at will are over!"

"Give me the Yama Blade."

Virgil sat in front of the big tree with his back to him, like a sculpture, quiet and solemn.

His figure stretched out in the dim light and merged with the surrounding darkness. Only his pair of blue eyes flashed with a complex light at the moment he turned around - it was the nostalgia for the past, the helplessness about the current situation, and the determination for the future.

"If you want it, you have to get it yourself."

Virgil's words were concise and powerful, and every word seemed to burst out from the depths of his heart with unquestionable firmness.

This sentence is not only a declaration of the ownership of the Yama Blade, but also a summary of the countless fights and reconciliations between the two.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, bringing them back to their carefree childhood.

At that time, they did not understand what responsibility and sacrifice were. They only knew that they would argue over a toy, a wooden sword, or even a compliment from their father.

Virgil's collection of poems, which he regarded as a treasure, was also one of the focuses of their competition. At that time, although they often quarreled, their pure brotherhood was so real and warm.

However, as they grew older, the gears of fate began to turn slowly, pushing them onto different paths.

In pursuit of greater power, Virgil did not hesitate to associate with the devil and embarked on a path full of blood and sacrifice; while Dante chose protection and justice and became a bridge between humans and demons.

Their choices caused the brothers to drift apart and eventually become each other's strongest enemies. "You already know the rules."

Virgil's words broke the silence again, his eyes showing both nostalgia for the past and determination for the future.

He knew that no matter what had happened in the past, no matter how deep the grudge between them was, today, they must come to an end.

Dante nodded, and the dark sword in his hand seemed to sense the master's will and emitted a more blazing light. He understood that this battle was not only for Yan Mo Dao, but also for their past, present and future.

As the two approached, the air around them seemed to freeze. Even the cold wind lost its former arrogance and became unusually quiet.

This is a war without the smoke of gunpowder, but it is more intense and cruel than any other battle, because what they have to face is not only the opponent's strength and skills, but also the fear and struggle deep in their hearts.

"It's time to wrap this up, Virgil!"

Dante's voice rang out in the silence, shaking people's hearts like thunder. He brandished the dark magic sword and took a stance, ready for the upcoming battle.

There was both determination and reluctance in his eyes, because he knew that once the battle began, some things between them could never be saved.

Virgil also put away his smile, and gently pushed the blade's guard with his thumb, causing the Yama Blade to shine brightly in his hand. He looked at Dante, with a hint of complex emotions in his eyes.

"I won't lose to you...brother!"

This sentence is both a challenge and a promise. He wants to prove with his actions that even if he embarks on a dark path, he is still the strongest warrior.

With a deafening roar, the two figures instantly intertwined and a thrilling battle began.

The sky seemed to be torn apart by endless fighting spirit. The clouds were dispersed by the turbulent air waves again and again, and then quickly gathered together, as if even the laws of nature were giving in to this battle of the century.

All around, there is a quiet and depressing darkness, only in this small space, light and power interweave into the most splendid picture.

The grudge between them was like an undercurrent in the abyss, complex and deep. Years of separation and confrontation seemed to have condensed into every spark of collision in the air at this moment.

Dante's figure shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, and the scarlet phantom sword drew gorgeous trajectories in the air. Every swing carried destructive power.

However, these seemingly indestructible attacks seemed so fragile in front of Virgil's blue magic as deep as the ocean.

Virgil's movements were steady and precise. Every block and every counterattack revealed his innate fighting talent as a descendant of Sparta.

The Yama Blade in his hand is not only a weapon, but also an extension of his soul. Every swing is accompanied by a surge of deep blue magic power, as if it can cut through space and tear apart all obstacles.

"Beowulf" is not just a magic tool, it is a witness to Virgil's past glory and also his right-hand man in fighting against powerful enemies.

When the glowing caged gloves and legs covered his entire body, Virgil's strength and speed were enhanced to an unprecedented level.

Each of his punches and kicks contained enough power to shake mountains. Even Dante's equally powerful punches and kicks were neutralized by him one by one, showing a calmness and confidence that was almost godlike.

Seeing this, Dante turned into a shadow and did several backflips, cleverly avoiding Virgil's fatal blow.

At the same time, the magic power in his body surged wildly, condensing into a ferocious motorcycle "Heavy Cavalry". This is not just a motorcycle, it is a symbol of Dante's power and the mount he rides on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)