Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1192 King's Treasure House
The glorious boat looked like the chariot of a god descending from mythology. Its golden surface sparkled brightly, interwoven with peacock sapphire and other deep-colored sapphires, forming a breathtakingly magnificent picture.

These gems are not just decorations, they seem to contain an ancient and powerful power. Whenever the light flows, a warm and sacred atmosphere spreads, giving endless comfort and hope to those around them.

The shape of the Glorious Ship is simple yet solemn.

However, beneath this bright sky, there is an unknown haze hidden.

In the abyss of the underground, Gatanjea, the ruler of darkness, is challenging the authority of light with his boundless power.

Its body is so huge, like a moving mountain, and it continuously releases billowing black smoke from its body. The black smoke contains malicious intent to corrode everything. The smoke circles and condenses in the air, eventually transforming into distorted black shadows, attempting to corrode the glorious ship in the sky.

Faced with the overwhelming force of darkness, the Ship of Light did not retreat, but instead shone even brighter.

The gems inlaid on the hull began to flash more dazzlingly, as if countless points of light were jumping and interweaving in the air, forming an invisible shield that purified the black fog that tried to approach one by one, transforming it into pure energy and reintegrating it into the world.

Each purification is accompanied by a slight hum, which is the harmonious sound produced by the collision of light and darkness, and is also the immortal oath that justice will eventually defeat evil.

Facing Gatanjea's provocation, Luther just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Roar----"

Gatanjea's roar echoed between heaven and earth like thunder, and every tremor seemed to tear the air apart.

Its giant pincers swung in the air, and each blow carried a force that was enough to shake the mountains and rivers. The trajectory of the tentacles was like the deepest nightmare under the night, attempting to firmly bind the Ark of Light.

Under Luther's control, the Ship of Glory showed incredible agility.

It was like a giant golden fish swimming in the deep sea. Facing Gatanje's devastating attack, it avoided all fatal threats as easily as a fish playing in the water with just a subtle swing.

There seemed to be a faint halo flowing around the hull, isolating it from all attacks.

Busujima Saeko, Hiratsuka Shizuka and Kasumigaoka Utaha, three once ordinary women, now stand beside Luther, facing this unprecedented challenge with him.

There was shock and indescribable excitement in their eyes. Since meeting Luther, their worldview has been completely overturned. What they once thought was the limit now seems to be just the tip of the iceberg.

"It's... hard to imagine."

Busujima Saeko said in a low voice, with a tremor in her voice, which was awe of the unknown power and emotion about her own growth.

In front of Luther, all the skills she mastered seemed so insignificant.

Hiratsuka Shizuka had a serious look on her face.

When faced with a terrifying existence like Gatanjea, she had to admit her own insignificance.

She could feel that there was an insurmountable gap between herself and the power represented by Luther and the Ark of Glory. That gap was not just a difference in magnitude, but also a fundamental difference. The three of them were already able to sense the deeper power and laws of this world.

Under the guidance of Luther and the Ark of Glory, they gradually opened the door to a new world and began to understand the powers that once existed only in legends and fantasies.

However, the more they learned, the more they realized the scale and horror of the battle before them.

This gap made Busujima Saeko, Hiratsuka Shizuka and Kasumigaoka Utaha feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

The power they understand may be just a tiny part in front of Luther.

To describe the gap as one in a billion or one in a trillion would be too conservative.

It is more like an astronomical figure, which is daunting and makes people begin to doubt whether the power they are pursuing is still meaningful.

However, Luther did not give them much time to think about these issues.

He was impatient, obviously tired of the long and complicated game of hide-and-seek with Gatanjea.

He wanted to end this meaningless tug of war.

In the vast space surrounding the Glorious Ship, an ancient and mysterious power quietly surged.

This power was the door to the King's Treasury, the mysterious door that was said to contain countless artifacts and treasures. Finally, at this moment, it slowly and solemnly opened.

Hundreds and thousands of golden halos spread out like ripples on the water at dawn, spreading out in circles and quickly spreading throughout the world.

These circles of light are more than just visual wonders; they are like portals to another dimension, each containing endless energy and mystery.

The light projected from the aperture is dazzling, like a long river formed by billions of stars, crossing the boundaries of time and space, and penetrating all the darkness and fog in the world.

These lights gathered together, covering the entire battlefield in a warm and sacred golden glow, making the battlefield that was originally filled with black fog suddenly become quiet and solemn, as if even the air had solidified.

Under the shining light, the figures of Luther and the Ship of Light appeared particularly profound, as if they were the only shadows between heaven and earth, forming a sharp contrast with the dazzling light around them.

At this moment, Luther seemed to have merged with the Ark of Light and became the master of the battlefield. His every move caused fluctuations in the surrounding space, demonstrating his unparalleled power and majesty.

At the same time, all kinds of glittering treasures began to materialize from those golden halos. Their appearance was like a visual feast, bathing the entire space in a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

These treasures are not just relics from the cold weapon era, but also transcend time and space, integrating artifacts, treasures, and magic tools from myths and legends and heroic epics. They stand out from the long river of history, and gather here with their own unique legends and powers.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, the shapes of these traditional weapons appeared one by one in the light, but their texture and aura were far beyond that of ordinary items.

Some blades have the power of lightning flowing on them, and every swing is accompanied by a deafening thunder, as if it can split the sky and cut off all obstacles; some spears have condensed icy air on their tips, and the spear bodies flash with a faint blue light, which can freeze everything in an instant and put the enemy into eternal ice;
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