Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1322: Sweeping the King's Army
After saying this, Rider suddenly turned around, his eyes seemed to be burning with blazing flames, staring directly at Luther, his tone full of unquestionable majesty: "Luther, anyone who dares to despise the King's army will be ruthlessly trampled by the iron hooves of my army, and you are no exception!"

When Luther heard this, he still had that light smile on his face, as if Rider's threat was just a breeze brushing past his ears, and did not stir up any waves in his heart.

"My warriors, fight alongside me and let the enemies ahead see the power of us conquerors!"

Rider's voice was as passionate as a war drum, echoing across the vast desert, stirring up the blazing flames of war and unyielding fighting spirit in the soldiers' hearts.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill—"

What responded to him was the deafening shouts of the soldiers, the sound waves seemed to tear the sky and shake the earth.

The army charged forward like a raging flood, unstoppable, and every step they took showed the firmness and determination of the conquerors.

Their figures were stretched out in the afterglow of the setting sun, like a giant dragon winding through the desert. Their incomparable and shocking momentum seemed to include the entire world in their territory of conquest.

The black mass of soldiers charged forward like a tide. The earth was shaking under their feet. The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and even the sky was pale in comparison.

However, in the face of this torrent of attacks, they had only one enemy - Luther.

"How about it, Luther, can you steal my invincible king's army?"

Iskandar's tone was full of excitement and confidence. He was convinced that no one could shake the power of his king's army.

Hearing this, Luther's lips curled up into a playful smile, and his eyes swept over Iskandar's King's Army, as if evaluating their value.

"If you want, I can certainly do it. After all, I can steal not only items, but also identities. However, I have no interest in stealing your King's Army."

Luther's words were calm and firm, as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

At this moment, the space behind Luther suddenly changed.

Golden halos emerged like bright stars, interweaving and colliding in the air, emitting dazzling light.

These light circles contain all kinds of magical weapons, some are sharp as swords, some are heavy as hammers, and some are light as bows. Each one exudes a heart-pounding aura.

The King's Treasure!

This is the greatest treasure of the heroic king Gilgamesh, and it can contain all the treasures in the world.

But at this moment, it was under Luther's control, showing shocking power.

"Come on, King of Conquerors, let us see whether your King's Army is more powerful or the Noble Phantasms in the King's Treasure of the Hero King are superior!"

Luther said.

As Luther finished his words, the treasure in the golden halo streaked across the sky like a meteor and was launched towards Iskandar's army.

They drew brilliant tracks in the sky, as if they were going to tear the world apart.

When Iskandar saw this, his expression suddenly changed.

He quickly commanded his army to defend, trying to resist the attack of these treasures.

However, the number of the treasures in the King's Treasure was huge and powerful. They fell like raindrops, causing Iskandar's army to fall into a bitter battle. Soldiers from both sides engaged in a fierce battle on this battlefield with flying sand.

Swords flashed, arrows rained down, and every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar and flying sparks. The ground trembled under their feet, and the air seemed to be ignited, filled with a hot and murderous atmosphere.

The camera slowly pulls away, and under the cover of night, the black tide seems to be driven by an invisible force, like thousands of arrows shooting at the same time, rushing forward at a rapid speed, with unstoppable momentum.

This tide-like black shadow is actually composed of countless heroic soldiers in dark armor. Their steps are in perfect unison, and every step sets the rhythm of death.

Behind them, yellow smoke and dust were like a sandstorm whipped up by strong winds, covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the ancient battlefield in chaos.

Just when this raging black torrent was about to swallow everything, a small but firm black dot suddenly appeared in front, like a lone boat anchored in the raging sea.

The black spot instantly magnified several times, abruptly stopping the charge of the black tide.

In an instant, people and horses fell to the ground, and shouts and screams were intertwined, like a war song echoing on an ancient battlefield, tragic and brutal, playing the most primitive and bloody music in human history.

At the core of this melee, the King's Treasury, a legendary mysterious existence, is releasing dazzling treasures one after another with its supreme power.

Each of these treasures contained an ancient and powerful force. Even if they were simply launched, due to their own special nature, they possessed an almost indestructible forward momentum.

They drew brilliant tracks in the sky and fell like a meteor shower, cutting the battlefield into pieces.

A cold light flickered on the battlefield, and every time a treasure hit a target, there was a tragic scene of heads rolling and limbs flying everywhere.

The sturdy armor worn by those brave heroic soldiers was as fragile as thin paper in front of the treasure of the king. It broke at the slightest touch, and blood splattered, dyeing the scorching sand red.

The momentum of the King's army's charge came to a complete halt under this devastating blow, as if it were strangled by an invisible giant hand.

"Kill! Kill! Kill—"

The shouts of killing were deafening, echoing in every corner of the battlefield.

The killing did not stop because of the temporary pause, but became more intense due to the continuous death of heroic soldiers.

Every heroic spirit that is killed will turn into a speck of light before disappearing. Their screams and unwillingness, like the final curse, stimulate the living warriors to fight even more frantically.

At this critical moment of life and death, a young man with short yellow hair and a gun stepped forward. His martial arts skills were superb and were not inferior to Lancer.

He was like a flash of lightning, breaking through the enemy's encirclement, blocking several powerful treasures, and buying a precious breathing space for his comrades.

The young man's marksmanship was superb, and soon after, seven or eight heroic spirits with strong auras approached.

Clang! Clang! Ding! Ding————

The sound of weapons clashing was like a metallic storm, sweeping across the entire battlefield.

Each of these heroes is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles, and each of their confrontations contains the power to change the outcome of the battle.

(End of this chapter)