Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 888: The Magic Sword that Absorbs Attacks

Upon hearing this, Virgil sneered, with disdain and contempt flashing in his eyes.

In his opinion, Luther was nothing more than a demon half-breed with impure blood. No matter how powerful he was, he could not be compared with him, a pure son of the devil.

"Humph, a mere mortal dares to interfere in the fight between us brothers?"

There was unquestionable confidence and arrogance in his words, and then his figure turned into a blue light again and disappeared into the space crack, ready to teach Luther a lesson he would never forget.

However, when the battle between the two really broke out, all the assumptions seemed so pale and powerless. The deep blue demon and the pure white demon clashed fiercely in the air, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and the distortion of space.

Although Virgil's Yama Blade was extremely sharp, it seemed dim under the pure white light of Luther, as if it was suppressed by some higher-level power.

What shocked Virgil even more was that Luther's power was far beyond his imagination.

The lightsaber, shining with pure and flawless white light, knocked him down from mid-air with just one strike. He fell heavily to the ground, splashing up a cloud of dust.

Virgil's eyes widened in disbelief, he never thought that he would be defeated so easily by a seemingly ordinary demon hybrid.

"We are cousins. According to our age, you should call me cousin."

Luther slowly landed in front of Virgil, his tone full of both teasing and helplessness.

It turns out that there is such a deep blood bond between the two of them. This sudden affection makes the originally tense and fierce battle atmosphere instantly become subtle.

Virgil's sneer froze at the corner of his mouth, and in his deep eyes, the disdain and contempt were gradually replaced by shock and confusion. He never expected that his long-held sense of racial superiority would be shaken by a half-blood demon who called himself a "cousin" at this moment.

There is a complex emotions in the air, including confusion about the unknown and challenges to self-cognition.

"Cousin?"

Virgil repeated the word, his voice low and questioning, his eyes moving back and forth between Luther and Dante, trying to find clues to the answer from their expressions.

At this moment, Dante stood aside with an unprecedented calmness, as if he had already known all this and was just waiting for the right time to reveal it.

"Yes, Virgil."

Luther's voice was gentle but firm. He slowly approached. Although the lightsaber in his hand had dimmed its light, the sense of power that could not be ignored still made people feel awe.

Seeing this, Dante sighed softly, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Virgil, you have always been immersed in the pride of your own power and bloodline, but you have overlooked the many unsolved mysteries in your family. Luther, he is indeed our cousin, but his existence has always been a secret, and even I only learned about it recently."

Virgil frowned when he heard this, and every moment of his time with his father Sparta flashed through his mind.

In those vague memories, my father was always silent, with endless secrets and sorrow hidden in his eyes.

He never imagined that these secrets would be so deeply connected to the opponent he had just fought.

"So, his power..."

Virgil's words were filled with a hint of reluctance and curiosity.

"My father is a brother of Sparda. He is the magic swordsman Apophis."

Luther said.

"Luther's power comes from the unique mixed blood in his body," Dante explained.

"Unlike you and me, he inherited powers from two different worlds - the violence of demons and the holiness of angels. This combination of powers enables him to display amazing destructive power in battle while also possessing the ability to purify all filth. The white light you just saw is the symbol of the awakening of his angel bloodline."

These words were also temporarily put into Dante's mind by Luther.

After all, he felt that compared to demons + humans, demons + angels were more impactful.

As for what Nero had heard before, that Luther was going to the demon world to save his mother, but his mother died in the end, isn't that normal?

After hearing this, Virgil felt mixed emotions.

He lowered his head in thought, as if trying to digest this sudden truth.

"A hybrid of a devil and an angel? No wonder you have such power."

Virgil quickly raised his head, regaining his confidence.

These were nothing to him who was bent on pursuing his goal of throwing tiles. He could kill his own brothers, let alone his cousins?

Now it's just a matter of killing one more person, it makes no difference.

"It seems that I have one more person to kill today."

Virgil said calmly.

Dante was very disappointed when he heard this, as his brother was still stubborn and refused to repent.

Luther also knew that it was impossible to convince Virgil with words.

Luther was suspended in the air, surrounded by a holy and dazzling light, which contrasted brilliantly with the four pure white dragon wings behind him. He looked like a messenger from heaven, yet he carried an evil aura that could not be ignored.

The pure white lightsaber in his hand, "Magic Sword Luther", looked even more mysterious under the sunlight. The sword body trembled slightly, as if ready to devour all invading enemies at any time.

Virgil transformed into a deep blue demon, with four wings like ghosts in the dark night, and every swing was accompanied by a slight distortion of space.

He held the Yama Sword, a divine weapon that could cut through all matter and space. At this moment, it was emitting a cold light, echoing with Luther's lightsaber, forming a magnificent picture of light and shadow, good and evil.

"Luther, you are a so-called hybrid of an angel and a devil. Let me verify today how much power this bloodline can give you!!"

Virgil's voice was low and powerful. He flashed and rushed towards Luther like a ghost. The Yama Blade cut through the air, leaving dark cracks.

Luther smiled, his calmness making people feel a little uneasy. He jumped lightly, his body drew an elegant arc in the air, perfectly avoiding Virgil's fatal blow.

At the same time, the lightsaber in Luther's hand responded quickly. The tip of the sword tapped lightly, and a long white light emerged like a snake coming out of a cave, instantly wrapping around the blade of the Yama Sword.

This was not a simple confrontation, but the "devouring power" unique to Luther's Demon Sword was at work, trying to transform Virgil's attack into its own power.

"Your attack will become my strength."

Luther's voice echoed in the air, with a hint of imperceptible pride.

As his words fell, the white light began to devour the cold light on the Yama Sword, as if devouring the darkness bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)