Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1283: Thief? No, a robber!

Anything that was lightly touched by Luther's hands that seemed ordinary but contained hidden secrets, those treasures that once shone with historical glory and carried heroic legends, would turn into nothingness in the blink of an eye, as if they were swallowed up by some indescribable force, without even a trace left.

Spears and short swords are of various shapes. Some are simple and elegant, revealing the vicissitudes of ancient times; some are extremely sharp, flashing with cold light. All of them shine with dazzling light under the shining of golden light.

In the air, a faint magical power slowly overflowed like morning mist, lingering around these weapons.

Gilgamesh, the proud king, had confusion and anger in his eyes.

He concluded that Luther must have possessed some special treasure beyond imagination, and this ability was so incredible that even with his knowledge, it was difficult for him to immediately understand its principle.

"How is it possible? A random cultivator with unknown origins, a wild hero who seemed to have suddenly emerged from the dust, could actually..."

His voice trembled slightly due to disbelief, and the golden armor made a crisp clash sound due to the fluctuations of emotions.

Archer's eyes were like burning flames, red and blazing, and his golden armor seemed to come alive as it trembled, with every inch of it emitting an inviolable aura of a king.

In his worldview, anyone who dares to challenge his authority is rebelling against the king's will and an insult to his supreme glory.

The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer.

As the light behind him gradually gathered, majestic and variously shaped treasures appeared one after another. Under the reflection of the golden light, they seemed even more majestic and sacred, like divine artifacts in ancient legends, waiting for their master's call.

"Miscellaneous cultivator, I want to see how many of my treasures you can take away!"

Archer's voice was cold and full of provocation. The King's Treasure, the treasure that made him stand out from the crowd and fearless of any challenge, was the source of his confidence and the symbol of his invincibility.

He would never allow anyone to survive under this power, and he would never give anyone even a chance to linger on.

Under the sky, every time a treasure pierced the void, it would stir up circles of golden ripples, like ripples on a calm lake, beautiful and with irresistible power.

Hundreds of treasures appeared at the same time, dyeing the entire sky a dazzling gold. The dense halos were arranged like honeycombs, and each beam of light contained a terrifying power that was enough to destroy everything.

This momentum alone is enough to frighten the vast majority of heroes, causing them to give up resistance and wait for the judgment of fate.

The servants who were watching were all shaken by this scene, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

They might be able to dodge three or five Noble Phantasms with their agility and rich experience, but facing the overwhelming and rain-like attack of hundreds of Noble Phantasms, they knew that even the most sophisticated body movements would be in vain.

The golden threads were like the tentacles of the god of death, tightly sealing off this space and leaving no place for people to escape.

"Miscellaneous cultivator, be prepared to welcome the luxurious funeral that the king has carefully prepared for you. Remember to be grateful, because this will be the highest honor you can enjoy in this life!"

Archer was filled with unspeakable malice and pride.

His smile was twisted and ferocious, with an arc at the corner of his mouth, as if he had foreseen the tragic scene of Luther being swallowed by countless treasures and turned into nothingness.

However, facing this terrifying attack that was enough to shake the heavens and the earth, Luther only smiled lightly. That smile was calm and indifferent, as if he was in the spring breeze, not affected by the outside world at all. "Then come on, Archer. I am also looking forward to seeing how many treasures you have not yet displayed. Is your collection really that endless?"

Luther revealed his keen interest in Archer's Noble Phantasm.

Archer's anger was completely ignited by Luther's provocative words. There seemed to be a raging fire burning in his eyes. It was an angry response to Luther's provocation, and also a resolute defense of his dignity as a king.

His face was twisted with anger, and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. His voice exploded on the battlefield like thunder: "Miscellaneous cultivator, today I will tear you into pieces and make you pay for your ignorance and arrogance!"

Following this roar, Archer swung his hands violently, and a golden light poured down from the sky like a meteor shower. Each ray of light turned into a powerful treasure. They whistled and tore through the air, making a deafening sound, as if they were going to tear the entire world apart.

These treasures come in various shapes, some are as sharp as swords, some are as strong as shields, and some are like mysterious runes, emitting heart-pounding magical fluctuations.

In the sky, golden raindrops were dense and completely covered the area where Luther was.

Those treasures were like an angry torrent, rushing towards Luther with overwhelming force, the speed was beyond imagination, except for the flying golden threads in the sky, almost nothing else could be seen.

The air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder and magical fluctuations. The entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in a thick magical curtain, which was so oppressive that it made people breathless.

boom! boom! boom! boom----

Accompanied by continuous explosions, the warehouse area of ​​the port suffered unprecedented devastation.

Every time a treasure fell to the ground, it was accompanied by a deafening noise, as if the earth was shaking and the sky was crying.

Flames shot up into the sky and smoke filled the air, turning the area into a living hell.

The walls of the warehouse were blown to pieces, fragments and debris flew everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of burnt and blood, which made people want to vomit.

However, in this chaos, Luther shuttled across the battlefield like a ghost, his figure appearing and disappearing, and each time he cleverly avoided those deadly attacks of the Noble Phantasm.

What's even more shocking is that he's not only dodging attacks, but he's also constantly taking away Archer's Noble Phantasm.

Those treasures that Archer regarded as treasures seemed to have lost control in Luther's hands. He took them all. Even the speed at which the Heaven's Chain recovered the treasures could not keep up with the speed at which he took them away.

"Damn you thief! How dare you be so rude!"

Archer watched helplessly as his Noble Phantasms were taken away one by one by Luther, and he trembled with anger.

He had never seen such a cunning and powerful enemy, which made him feel unprecedented frustration and anger.

In anger, Archer summoned a sword again. The blade of this sword emitted a faint blue light, and the tip of the sword was condensed with rich magical fluctuations. It was obviously an extremely powerful A-level sword.

(End of this chapter)