Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 885 The Battle of the True Demons

As the locomotive roared and flames spurted out, Dante rushed towards Virgil with unstoppable force like a burning meteor.

Faced with Dante's sudden attack, Virgil was not at all flustered.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he held the long and narrow Yama Sword and the Phantom Sword in his hands at the same time. He crossed the two swords and lowered his body, like a cheetah ready to attack.

With a sudden stomp of his feet, the ground cracked instantly, and Virgil's figure turned into a deep blue meteor, colliding fiercely with Dante's scarlet drill.

At that moment, the sky and the earth seemed to change color, the air waves overflowed, and the space was distorted. The two completely different forces reached their peak confrontation at this moment.

The huge crash sounded like thunder, shaking the surrounding space again. The stirred up air waves were like a raging tsunami, sweeping every inch of air and rolling the surrounding dust and debris into the distance.

Virgil and Dante, the two fateful rivals, once again stood on opposite sides of each other after countless confrontations. Their eyes showed both a deep understanding of each other and an undying will to fight.

Virgil's figure gradually solidified after a wave of illusory fluctuations. He waved his hand lightly, and the phantom swords that had been following him like a shadow instantly dissipated, replaced by the Yama Sword he held tightly in his hand.

This legendary magic weapon, even before it is unsheathed, already emits a heart-pounding chill.

Virgil's eyes were calm and deep, as if he could see through everything in the world. He did not rush to attack, but slowly mobilized the magic power in his body in an almost artistic posture, preparing for the upcoming battle.

The battle between the two had already surpassed the collision of flesh and had risen to the contest of magic and will.

Virgil took a deep breath and began to adjust his state. His heartbeat and breathing gradually synchronized with the frequency of the magic power around him, as if the whole world was providing him with strength.

Dante, on the other hand, used a more direct method by inserting the magic sword Dante deeply into his own chest. This action seemed like self-mutilation, but it was actually his secret method to stimulate his own potential.

With the outbreak of scarlet magic, Dante's body underwent amazing changes. Two pairs of huge dragon-like wings suddenly spread out. They not only provided Dante with the ability to fly, but also became the source of his power.

At this moment, Dante is no longer a simple human or a demon, but a perfect combination of the two - the true demon form.

His eyes sparkled with madness and wisdom, and his body was surrounded by boiling scarlet magic. He was like a giant beast that had just broken free from hell, ready to devour all obstacles.

He wielded the magic sword that was split due to the infusion of magic power. Every slash was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the space seemed to tremble under his sword.

Faced with Dante's powerful transformation, Vergil also showed his true power as the son of Sparta.

He also released deep blue magic, a power that came from his deep desire for power and his obsession with fighting.

As the magic power surged, Virgil's body was covered with dark scales. These scales were not only indestructible, but also contained amazing magic power.

His eyes turned into a deep blue, as if they could see through people's hearts and all illusions. The broad dragon wings slowly spread out behind him, and each scale shone with a deep blue luster, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Virgil's true demon form is a perfect fusion of humanity and demonic nature. He uses human wisdom as a guide and demonic power as support to create this existence beyond the norm.

The phantom swords around him reappeared. These weapons condensed by magic power surrounded him like loyal guards, defending him from attacks from all directions.

And his pair of blue fire swords condensed by magic power are extremely sharp and can easily tear through space and cut off all obstacles.

"This is the true power of the devil!" Virgil said.

"Virgil, even now, you are still so persistent."

Dante sighed.

The battle escalated again, and the contest between the two true demons has reached an unprecedented level of intensity.

Dante's scarlet magic sword and Virgil's blue flame long sword intertwined into a dense net in the air, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and dazzling light.

Their speed was so fast that only afterimages could be seen flashing in the air; their power was so strong that it was enough to shake the heaven and earth and make everything around them tremble.

"Virgil!"

With a long, earth-shaking roar, Dante soared into the air, surrounded by rich mercury-colored magic. It was his unique "mercury" style, which was brought to the extreme at this moment.

The magic of mercury was like an invisible shackle that quietly solidified the surrounding space. Time seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment.

Dante's figure shuttled freely in the solidified air, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the explosion of scarlet sword light. Under the suppression of this mercury style, the demons that were once arrogant and domineering became slow and clumsy, like puppets forgotten by time.

Each of Dante's attacks was precise and deadly. He seemed to have become the god of death on the battlefield, reaping all sinful souls.

However, under this seemingly invincible offensive, a darker and colder figure quietly emerged—Virgil, another legendary warrior of the Spartan family, who also descended as a true demon.

His figure was enveloped in a deep blue magic that contrasted sharply with Dante's scarlet, like the brightest star and the deepest darkness in the night sky.

"Dante!"

Virgil's voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of complex emotions.

Two true demons, two sons of Sparta, at this moment, all the grudges and hatreds turned into weapons in their hands, ready to pour out on each other.

Vergil's Yama Blade is a mysterious weapon that can cut through space and connect dimensions.

Under his control, silver magic power condensed into long and thin blades of light on the blade. These blades of light were as flexible as snakes and instantly covered the entire battlefield.

Unlike Dante's violence, Virgil's fighting style is calmer and more precise. He is like an elegant dancer, dancing among the swords and sabers. Every swing of his sword is just right, avoiding Dante's fatal attack while constantly weakening the opponent's defense.

"Judgement!"

Dante's roar rang out again. This time, he no longer held back. All his strength was concentrated on the magic sword in his hand. The scarlet sword energy swept across the entire battlefield like a roaring storm.

The sword energy contained endless anger and indomitable spirit, as if it wanted to tear all obstacles to pieces.

(End of this chapter)