Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1280: Robbery in broad daylight

This type of attack undoubtedly made Altria feel unprecedented pressure.

She must be fully prepared to protect Irisviel's safety.

Because Irisviel's body could not withstand the bombardment of the Noble Phantasm.

The atmosphere on the dock suddenly became tense and depressing, as if even the air had frozen.

Everyone's breathing became rapid and heavy. They stared closely at Gilgamesh's proud and indifferent figure, afraid to miss any detail that might decide the outcome of the battle.

Just as Gilgamesh was about to make his move, a dark light suddenly flashed in the dock.

Immediately afterwards, a man wearing armor and emitting black air all over his body fell from the sky, like a god of war walking out of hell.

Berserker class, Lancelot!

With a deep and powerful roar, Lancelot officially appeared.

The bright red eyes in the helmet burned with endless fighting spirit and madness, as if they were going to devour the entire world.

Gilgamesh's gaze lingered on Lancelot for a moment, and then he sneered. He did not take this Berserker seriously. After all, in his eyes, other Heroic Spirits were just miscellaneous cultivators except himself. However, he did not let down his guard. After all, those who could become Heroic Spirits had strength that could not be underestimated.

"Humph, another ignorant cultivator."

Gilgamesh's words were filled with endless sarcasm and disdain, and he seemed to have seen the dawn of his victory.

Kuanglan did not speak. Due to his berserk state, he was unable to speak unless he took off his helmet.

He just stared at Gilgamesh, and the order given to him by Matou Kariya was to kill Gilgamesh.

Gilgamesh felt Kuanglan's undisguised murderous intent, which was the most intolerable and unforgivable crime for him.

So, he launched a bombardment of Noble Phantasms at Lancelot without hesitation.

Those dazzling treasures poured down like a meteor shower, bringing with them destructive power, as if they were going to engulf the entire world in flames and storms.

However, at this critical moment, an unfortunate figure was hit by the treasure that Lancelot knocked away.

That was Miku. She was just standing aside and watching the fight, but she didn't expect to encounter such an unexpected disaster.

The rapidly spinning treasure came at him like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, bringing with it a whistling sound and fierce murderous intent.

Miku's eyes widened as she looked at the flying treasure, her heart filled with despair and fear.

She knew she was doomed, and even if she wanted to dodge, it was too late.

The speed of the treasure was so fast that she didn't even have time to react. She didn't even dare to blink, because if she blinked, she might not even know how she died.

At this moment, countless images flashed through Mijiu's mind. She recalled her sisters - Ichika, Nino, Yotsuba, Mayu... Would they be very anxious when they found out that she was missing? Would they look for her everywhere? Would they cry for her? However, all this was no longer important.

Because Miku has deeply felt the breath of death slowly wrapping around her neck like a cold poisonous snake, her vision began to blur, and she even seemed to penetrate the curtain of life and saw her own revolving lantern slowly unfolding before her eyes like a dream.

Those are warm and beautiful pictures, like carefully carved scrolls, each stroke containing endless affection and attachment.

Those were the happy times she spent with her sisters, including the laughter of playing under the cherry trees in spring, the tranquility of watching the sunset together in the summer evenings, the leisurely strolls hand in hand on the trails with falling leaves in the autumn breeze, and the chatting around the fire in winter and sharing the warmth of family love.

These scenes kept replaying in her mind like an old movie, each frame shining with the light of happiness, allowing her to feel unprecedented warmth and peace in the last moment of her life, on the edge of despair and coldness.

At this moment, an unexpected figure rushed into the haze of death. Artoria, the heroic being once known as the King of Knights, actually wanted to lend a helping hand to save Miku at this moment.

This can't help but make people sigh that the King of Saber in the fourth war and the Saber in the fifth war are really two different people.

In her fifth war, she might weigh the pros and cons for the sake of the overall situation, even at the expense of innocent people; but in her fourth war, she seems to be closer to the pure kindness and bravery in human nature, and is willing to stand up for a life she doesn't even know.

However, such differences also reflect the complexity of characters' personalities and choices in different battlefields and under different circumstances.

If it were King Sarge of the Fifth Holy Grail War, faced with such a situation, she might analyze the pros and cons more calmly, considering the possible risks and consequences of the rescue operation, and ultimately choose to stand by and watch, not to mention abandoning Irisviel's safety in order to save people.

Therefore, from a certain perspective, the Saber from the Fifth War might be more in line with the cold and pragmatic strategic thinking of Emiya Kiritsugu from the Fourth War, but unfortunately, due to compatibility issues, their compatibility is far less than that of the Saber from the Fourth War and Emiya Kiritsugu.

King Ailanthus and Emiya Kiritsugu of the Fourth World War, although they seem completely incompatible on the surface, one is brave and fearless with a sense of justice, and the other is cold-blooded, decisive, and unscrupulous, but their core values ​​are highly consistent.

They all bear a heavy fate and work tirelessly for their ideals, even if the road to their ideals is full of thorns and even if the road to their struggle is lonely and long.

It is this deep resonance in their hearts that enables them to have amazing tacit understanding and understanding at certain critical moments.

However, at this critical moment of life and death, an even more shocking figure appeared, Luther.

He was like a savior descending from the sky, and in the blink of an eye he caught the Noble Phantasm that was launched by Gilgamesh and then knocked away by Lancelot.

The treasure drew a brilliant trajectory in the air, but at the moment when it was about to hit Miku, it was firmly grasped by Luther's powerful hand, as if it was imprisoned by invisible shackles.

Mijiu looked at the man who appeared out of nowhere in front of her, with an incredible light flashing in her eyes.

It was as if he was a warrior who traveled from another world, coming specifically to save her.

Luther looked at the treasure in his hand, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. In that smile, there was both appreciation for the treasure and contempt and disdain for Gilgamesh.

"This treasure is good."

Luther gently stroked the surface of the treasure, feeling the magic and history flowing through it.

(End of this chapter)