Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1308 Ace Air Combat is gone
At this moment, the sea demon seemed to notice the movement on the shore. Its huge body shook slightly, and a huge eye, like the door to the abyss, suddenly opened from the waves and looked directly at Altria.

In those eyes, there was ancient wisdom as well as inexplicable fanaticism and desire, as if they had seen some miracle beyond reality.

"What a miracle this is!"

An excited and almost trembling voice echoed in the sea demon's body, like an ancient spell being awakened, "Joan of Arc! If this is not a miracle, then what else in this world can be called a miracle? Cami (God), you are so cruel that you let me witness such a miracle, but you also foreshadowed that you would completely wipe me out! This is an unforgivable betrayal!"

Altria's expression turned cold in an instant, "Caster, I've said it countless times, I'm not the Joan of Arc you're talking about!"

The former King of Great Britain was angry and frustrated at being mistaken for a hero from another era.

Ever since encountering the mysterious Caster, she seemed to be driven by some obsession, insisting that she was Joan of Arc who led the French people to fight against the British army. This persistence is both admirable and distressing.

"No! You must be Jeanne d'Arc!!"

Caster's voice suddenly became hysterical, and with a deafening roar, a thick tentacle broke out of the water like an angry snake, sweeping towards the direction of Altria and Diarmuid with unstoppable force.

Iskandar's eyes flashed when he saw this. Without any hesitation, he accelerated the chariot of the Divine Power suddenly. The friction between the wheels and the air made a sharp whistling sound, as if it had broken through the boundaries of space.

Just before the tentacle was about to touch the shore, the wheels of the Divine Chariot rotated at an incredible angle, and the huge metal wheel hub, like a giant beast that crushed everything, slammed into the tentacle. With a deafening roar, the tentacle was crushed in an instant, turning into fragments flying all over the sky and scattering on the sparkling sea.

However, even such a shocking attack failed to make the sea demon retreat in the slightest.

On the contrary, its body seemed to become even more violent because of this attack, and more tentacles stretched out from the sea, like vines in the forest, attempting to entangle and devour everything they touched.

"Since we can detect subtle sound fluctuations from that huge object, this undoubtedly proves that Caster is hiding under its shell."

Diarmuid asserted.

Upon hearing this, Altria frowned, "Your inference is logical. Caster may indeed be hiding in the monster's body. However, this little information alone is far from enough for us to break through our current predicament."

Upon hearing this, Diarmuid curled up a faint smile, and that smile contained a confidence that should not be underestimated.

"No, Saber, knowing this is a crucial step towards our victory."

After saying that, he gently raised his hand, and his fingertips seemed to be licked by invisible flames. A brilliant red light suddenly shone, and then a spear emitting a fiery breath appeared out of thin air, and the spear body was flowing with a luster like lava - this was the Gaedearg known as the "Red Rose that Breaks Demons"!

When Altria saw this, a look of sudden realization flashed across her eyes.

"I see. If we can use the sharp edge of the Gaedearg that can penetrate magic to directly strike the Caster's body, we may be able to destroy this huge magic that is bothering us in one fell swoop."

Diarmuid smiled and nodded, a smile that showed both confidence in the plan and relief for his companions' understanding.

"That's right, Saber. As long as we can find Caster's true form, the balance of victory will tilt towards us."

Altria took a deep breath, and the rise and fall of her chest revealed her inner excitement.

She looked firmly at the rough sea, where the huge body of the sea demon was like a moving island, which was frightening. However, there was no trace of retreat in Altria's eyes, only courage to move forward.

"I understand, Diarmuid. I will do my best to find Caster's true form."

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her body, like a light swallow, and lightly touched the water with her toes. She actually took steady steps on the water and rushed towards the sea monster.

Her figure was looming in the rippling water, but she always maintained amazing speed and balance.

In the air, Iskandar witnessed this scene and frowned involuntarily.

Facing such a huge sea monster, attacking with just passion and courage is undoubtedly futile.

"Saber, I am honored that you can come to support me, but you should also understand that blindly attacking this monster is meaningless."

Iskandar said.

Altria did not look back, but responded with action.

She swung the sword in her hand quickly, and the sword light was as fast as lightning, accurately cutting off a tentacle that was trying to approach.

Then, she jumped and moved on the huge body of the sea monster, sword shadows flying, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by the sound of metal colliding with flesh, and sparks flew.

"Rider, you don't know that the Gaedearg in Lancer's hand is the key to solving all this."

Altria's voice remained clear and powerful during the battle, reaching Iskandar's ears through the roaring sound of the waves.

Upon hearing this, Iskandar was stunned at first, then a glimmer of understanding flashed in his eyes.

He nodded, a hint of relief in his voice: "I see. Then, our goal is clear - find Caster's true form, use Gaedearg's power, and end this battle."

Under the vast, star-studded dark sky, Lancelot stood tall, like an immortal god of war, steadily riding the ancient Vimana.

This spaceship, shaped like a giant dragon with its wings spread, is an ingenious combination of mechanics and magic. It has no windshield and no guardrails, and is completely open to the void, displaying an ultimate beauty and unruliness that transcends the mundane world.

Nakano Miku, a girl who is usually gentle and quiet, is pale at this moment. She tightly grasps Luther's arm with both hands, and her fingertips unconsciously exert force due to nervousness, almost embedding into his skin.

Although she had experienced riding on modern airplanes, the open-top spaceship before her, which was completely unobstructed and seemed to be floating in the air, was far beyond her imagination and tolerance.

There was curiosity and fear that was hard to conceal in her eyes, as if she was standing on the edge of the unknown and danger, and every step she took could lead her into the abyss.

"Don't worry, Miku."

Luther sat on the throne in the center of Vimana. This position was more of a command center that integrated ancient magic than a driver's seat.

(End of this chapter)