Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 889 Welcome to the BOSS Team!
The sword light became even more dazzling, almost impossible to look directly at. It was a wonderful sight that blended good and evil, light and darkness into one.

As Luther's sword power increased, the originally simple counterattack gradually turned into an irresistible torrent, dissolving Virgil's offensive one by one and pushing them back.

Wherever the lightsaber passed, the air seemed to be cut in half, leaving cracks visible to the naked eye. Those were the traces of space being torn apart with great force, which was heart-wrenching.

Virgil's face changed slightly. He felt the horror of Luther's Demon Sword. It was an unprecedented challenge.

"Dimensional Slash!"

Facing such a powerful opponent, Virgil was in turmoil, but his face remained calm.

In a confrontation like this, any moment of panic could be fatal.

The Yama Blade seemed to come alive in his hands. Every swing was accompanied by the twisting and folding of space. Those seemingly chaotic trajectories actually implied the most profound laws of the universe.

His attacks were no longer limited to the material level, but acted directly on the essence of space, trying to break Luther's seemingly impeccable defense.

However, Luther seemed born to restrain this power.

His lightsaber can not only absorb and counterattack physical attacks while dancing, but can also distort and guide the flow of magic power to a certain extent.

When Virgil's magic attacks come, magical vortices that are imperceptible to the naked eye will suddenly form around Luther's lightsaber, swallowing up these attacks one by one and converting them into part of its own energy.

This made Virgil's every effort like hitting cotton. Not only did it fail to cause any harm, but it also caused his strength to be constantly consumed.

Luther's lightsaber continued to devour Virgil's attacks. The absorbed magic power did not disappear, but merged with the power in the lightsaber in a subtle way, making the lightsaber more powerful.

Every counterattack was like a surging wave, pressing towards Virgil with unstoppable momentum.

The confrontation between the two in the air became more and more intense. Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and the horrifying sight of space being torn apart.

The interweaving of light and darkness, the collision of good and evil, formed a shocking picture under the sky. The surrounding air seemed to be ignited, releasing blazing light and powerful energy fluctuations.

After a particularly intense confrontation, Luther finally found Virgil's Achilles' heel.

He used the devouring power of the lightsaber not only to absorb physical attacks, but also to accurately capture and guide the flow of Virgil's magic power.

At that moment, he seemed to have transformed into the most discerning hunter in the universe, accurately capturing the tiny flaw in the flow of Virgil's magic power, and using this as an opportunity to launch a fatal blow.

Luther suddenly rose up, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, and his lightsaber turned into a dazzling light, going straight to Virgil's heart. Although Virgil tried his best to resist, facing Luther's full-strength attack that combined the power of light and darkness, good and evil, his defense was ultimately powerless.

The lightsaber penetrated his defense and hit his vital points accurately. At that moment, time seemed to have really frozen and the whole world trembled.

"It's over, Virgil!"

Luther snatched the Yama Sword from Virgil's hand.

Virgil fell from the sky to the ground.

Dante and Nero, who had been ready to help, didn't expect Luther to deal with Virgil by himself, and it seemed so easy.

The gap in strength is too big!
Dante had previously thought that no matter how strong Luther was, he could not be stronger than Virgil, and that the two of them working together were enough to defeat Virgil.

But now, it is obvious that Luther's strength far exceeds that of the two brothers.

Virgil looked at the two unwillingly.

"How can I fall here!" This sentence is not only Virgil's inner cry, but also his final defense of the dignity of life.

All of this made it impossible for him to accept that he would disappear silently in this nameless land.

However, the reality was cruel. Virgil felt that his strength was rapidly fading away, like the tide receding, and could not be recovered.

His consciousness began to blur, and his eyelids felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds. Every time he opened them, he had to exhaust all his strength.

Pain, the companion that once made him stronger, now seemed distant and vague, replaced by an unprecedented emptiness and tranquility.

"Am I going to die?"

This thought lingered in Virgil's mind, with a hint of reluctance and helplessness.

He looked at the gradually darkening sky, his heart filled with fear of the unknown and nostalgia for life. At this moment, a sudden ray of light broke through the darkness, like the first ray of sunlight at dawn, illuminating Virgil's world.

The light was so bright that Virgil had to close his eyes, but even so, the warmth and hope penetrated his eyelids and reached his heart.

Then, an extremely majestic voice sounded in his ears. The voice seemed to come from the sky and seemed to echo in the depths of his soul.

"Do you want to live?"

This sentence, simple and direct, was like a powerful force that instantly awakened Virgil's strongest desire to survive deep in his heart.

He answered without hesitation: "Yes!"

Then he fell into complete darkness.

I don’t know how long it took.

Virgil slowly opened his eyes, and the world before him seemed to be gently wrapped in a layer of soft and dazzling light, forming a sharp contrast with the previous all-consuming darkness.

"Oh, this new guy has good qualities and wakes up quickly."

"Humph."

His vision gradually became clear, and the surroundings were no longer the familiar battlefield debris, but a space full of unknown and strange atmosphere. There was an indescribable energy fluctuation in the air, which made people feel both awe and inexplicably at ease.

He struggled to sit up and found himself lying on a platform made of an unknown material. This material was neither metal nor wood. It felt warm and elastic, as if it could automatically adjust the temperature to suit the comfort level of the human body.

The platform is surrounded by walls made of the same material. They emit a faint fluorescence, making the entire space bright but not dazzling.

"Where is this place?"

Virgil finally spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, but full of doubt and determination. He looked around, trying to find a clue from the scene before him.

"As you can see, this is the base of the BOSS team, a place that transcends the boundaries of life and death and gathers countless powerful people and legends."

The man who spoke initially explained with a smile.

"At the moment you 'died', you made a choice and answered that voice, and thus, you got the chance to be reborn and become one of us."

(End of this chapter)