Kryptonian: Man of Steel

When Virgil heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips, disdain and contempt flashed in his eyes.

In his opinion, Luther was just a demon hybrid with impure blood. No matter how powerful he was, he could not compare with his pure demon son.

"Hmph, how dare a mere mortal interfere in the battle between our brothers?"

His words were filled with undoubted confidence and arrogance, and then his figure turned into a blue light again and disappeared into the cracks in space, preparing to teach Luther an unforgettable lesson.

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

Although Virgil's Yama Sword was extremely sharp, under the illumination of Luther's pure white light, it seemed dim, as if 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 white light knocked him out of the air with just one blow, and he fell heavily to the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust.

Virgil's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. 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 was both teasing and helpless.

It turned out that there was such a deep blood bond hidden between the two of them. This sudden family affection made the originally tense and fierce fighting atmosphere instantly become more subtle.

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

The air is filled with complex emotions, including confusion about the unknown and challenges to self-understanding.

"Cousin?"

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

Dante stood aside with an unprecedented calm attitude at this moment, as if he already knew all this and was just waiting for the right time to reveal it.

"Yes, Virgil."

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

When Dante saw this, he sighed softly, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Virgil, you have been immersed in the pride of your strength and lineage, but you have ignored the many unsolved mysteries in your family. Luther, he is indeed our cousin, but his existence has always been a secret. Even I only learned about it recently.”

When Virgil heard this, his brows furrowed, and every detail of getting along with his father Sparta flashed through his mind.

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

He never thought that these secrets would have such a profound connection with the opponent he had just fought.

"Then, his power..."

There was a hint of reluctance and curiosity in Virgil's words.

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

Luther said.

"Luther's power comes from the unique hybrid blood in his body."

Dante explained.

"Unlike you and me, he inherited powers from two different worlds - the rage of demons and the holiness of angels. The combination of this power allows him to display both amazing destructive power and purification in battle. All filthy abilities. And the white light you just saw is a symbol of the awakening of his angelic blood."

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 heard before about Luther going to the devil world to save his mother, but her mother died, isn't it normal?

After hearing this, Virgil felt mixed emotions in his heart.

He lowered his head in thought, seeming to be trying to digest this sudden truth.

"A hybrid between a demon and an angel? No wonder you have such power."

Virgil quickly looked up, regaining his confidence.

These are not worth mentioning to him who is devoted to the pursuit of Baowa. He can kill his own brothers, let alone his cousins?

Now it's just one more person to kill, there is no difference.

"It seems that there is one more person I want to kill today."

Virgil said calmly.

Dante was very disappointed when he heard this. His brother is still stubborn to this day.

Luther also knew that words could not convince Virgil.

Luther is suspended in mid-air, surrounded by holy and dazzling light, which complements the four pure white dragon wings behind him. He is like a messenger descending from heaven, but with an evil aura that cannot be ignored.

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

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

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

"Luther, you are a so-called hybrid of angel and 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, and his calmness made people feel a little uneasy. He jumped lightly, and 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, and the tip of the sword lightly tapped. A slender white light was like a spirit snake coming out of a hole, and instantly wrapped around the blade of the Yama Blade.

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

"Your attack will become my power."

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.