Kryptonians: Man of Steel

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Lancelot took a long sword from the king's treasure from Luther. The sword emitted a faint blue light, and mysterious runes flowed on the sword, as if it contained endless power.

Lancelot raised the sword high, black and red magic power spread over the sword, giving it the toughness and sharpness of a treasure, and then he swung it down suddenly!
The sword flashed like lightning, instantly cutting through the darkness and slashing towards the water demon in front.

With a light "puff" sound, one of the water demon's tentacle was neatly cut off, green mucus splashed out, and an even more pungent smell suddenly filled the air.

However, Lancelot did not stop his actions. He maintained his swift offensive, swinging his sword with the same momentum and frequency, like a tireless war machine.

Under his sword, the water monsters rushed up in vain, but could only be shattered into pieces at a uniform speed.

Blood and mucus intertwined together, dyeing the dark underground space red.

Lancelot's swordsmanship was superb, and each of his swords hit the water monsters' vital points just right, leaving them no chance to struggle.

The sharp sword net formed a curtain of death, protecting Lancelot firmly inside it.

Swarms of water demons kept hitting him like waves, but they could never get close to him.

Not to mention Luther and Nakano Miku behind him.

Lancelot's swordsmanship became faster and faster, and the sword light weaved like a dense net.

Covered by this net, the water monsters fell one after another and turned into pools of green slime.

But Lancelot seemed tireless and continued to swing the sword in his hand, bringing death and destruction to these creatures in the abyss.

Lancelot stood tall, like an unyielding sculpture, his movements were unhurried, yet they carried a power that should not be underestimated.

The long sword in his hand was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea. Every swing was accompanied by dense sword shadows, forming an impenetrable barrier that dissolved the water demon's attacks one by one. Not even a drop of filthy blood splashed at the feet of Luther and Nakano Miku.

Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be cut apart, making a slight hissing sound.

Although these water monsters attacked fiercely, they were just cannon fodder used by Caster to drain their energy.

However, the advantage in numbers should not be underestimated. Even though he was confident that he could completely resist with his superb swordsmanship, it would undoubtedly take a lot of time and energy to kill all of these water monsters without using his treasure.

He keenly noticed that these water monsters seemed to possess some kind of self-healing ability.

The severed trunk quickly grew new tentacles like a dead branch blown by the spring breeze. They twisted and squirmed, and regrouped into an even more powerful force to continue attacking them.

The disgusting scene made Lancelot frown.

More importantly, he was fully aware of his duty and honor as a knight.

If the monarch's shoes were stained by this dirty blood, it would be a shame that he would never be able to forgive himself for.

Therefore, he swung the sword in his hand even harder, putting all his strength into every attack, vowing to keep these water monsters away from his monarch.

"Berserker, these are just cannon fodder summoned by Caster. Their purpose is just to drain our energy."

Luther's voice rang in Lancelot's ears.

After hearing Luther's words, Lancelot did not respond, but his movements became more rapid, as if he was proving his determination with actions.

The Berserker class made him lose the ability to speak, but his actions were more powerful than any words. Lancelot suddenly exerted force, and his long sword drew a brilliant trajectory in the air, accompanied by a violent gust of wind, and rolled up countless sharp wind blades.

Those wind blades were like raging beasts, instantly clearing a large open space in front of the crowd. The water demons collapsed before this force and turned into pools of turbid liquid.

"Well done, Berserker! Compared to the other servants, you are undoubtedly the most dazzling and outstanding one!"

Luther expressed sincere admiration and deep trust.

Lancelot's throat trembled slightly, and there was an indescribable excitement and glory surging in his heart.

The feeling of being trusted so deeply by the monarch was like warm sunshine penetrating through the thick clouds and illuminating every corner of his heart.

This trust made him feel like he was in the clouds, his heart filled with unspeakable obsession and loyalty.

If he had not sworn a vow to serve King Arthur all his life, he would have almost lost himself in this honor and trust, and would have been unable to resist bowing down, willing to become Luther's loyal follower, clearing all obstacles for him and going through fire and water for him.

However, the battle ahead is not over yet, they still need to move forward and face unknown challenges.

The underground drainage system of Fuyuki City is like a huge maze, so intricate and breathtaking.

Waterways are like the hidden veins of the city, spreading throughout every corner of the city and nourishing the life of the city.

However, after years of construction and modification, many areas of these waterways have long exceeded the scope of the original design drawings and have become unfamiliar and dangerous.

Those intricate waterways meandered in the darkness like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark, ready to launch a fatal attack on them at any time.

The water in the waterway is sometimes turbulent and sometimes gentle, making a low and eerie sound, as if whispering, telling an ancient and mysterious story.

Memories of his past life could not help but emerge in Luther's mind, and those fragments of the Parisian underground world played in his mind like a movie.

He vaguely remembered that there was such a large underground city in Paris in his previous life.

The city's underground drainage system is larger and more complex than that of Fuyuki City. It is like an intricate underground network that stretches over more than 2,000 kilometers.

Those waterways are like the city’s hidden blood vessels, nourishing the life of Paris while also hiding countless unknown secrets.

However, the Gallic rooster's personal hygiene habits are really worrying.

They discharge garbage directly into the groundwater, resulting in extremely poor environment in the underground drainage system.

In such an environment, rats became the real overlords.

They multiplied in the darkness to a staggering number, far exceeding the population of Parisians. The rats moved freely in the narrow waterways and became the true rulers of the underground world.

But the Gallic roosters don't care about this at all, and even regard rats as a symbol of sewers.

They regard rats as the city's mascot with an almost absurd pride.

In order to commemorate these "beloved mascots", they even built a sewer museum and carved the images of rats on stone tablets and painted them in murals to show their "love" for rats.

(End of this chapter)