Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1325: The Sword of Separation

Luther slowly took out an ancient and mysterious key from the depths of the king's treasure. There were intricate patterns engraved on it, as if every line contained an ancient and powerful power.

This key is the key to unlock the legendary "King's Treasury", a treasure house containing countless treasures and miracles.

However, Luther did not choose to summon those huge numbers of powerful treasures. Instead, with an almost pious attitude, he gently pointed the key to the sky and slowly turned it.

As the key turned, an indescribable wave of magical power suddenly spread, as if the entire space was shaken by this power.

Then, a bright red color extended from the tip of the key, like an invisible silk thread, quickly spreading across the sky, forming a huge and complex "capture net".

This net is not real, but is woven from pure magic power. It shines with mysterious light, as if it can see through and analyze the laws of all things in the world.

This is the Sword of Separation - the strongest sword that can "cut the world apart", and it is necessary preparation before it can display its power for the first time in the world.

The appearance of the Sword of Separation is not a simple summoning and manifestation, but a process of profound communication and mutual understanding with the laws of the world.

The red "capture net" that spreads to the sky is the key to the Sword of Separation's ability to analyze the laws of the world and unleash its true power.

The shape of the Sword of Separation is undoubtedly unique.

Its length is similar to that of an ordinary longsword, with a hilt and guard, but the blade part completely subverts people's perception of traditional swords.

The sword body is not a flat and sharp blade, but is made up of three narrow cylinders closely connected. These cylinders are like precision mechanical components that can rotate independently and yet be harmoniously unified.

Although there are no sharp edges on their surfaces, they emit a heart-pounding magical fluctuation, as if they can easily tear apart space and even subvert the order of the world.

"Wake up, EA! Your era and your stage have been paved for you!"

Luther held high this extraordinary sword, his voice full of determination and expectation.

Following his call, the three cylinders on the Sword of Guaili began to rotate slowly. The sound produced by the friction between them was like an ancient melody, echoing between heaven and earth.

Each rotation became faster and faster, until it reached a dazzling speed, as if the entire universe was trembling at this moment.

The surging magic power, like a flood bursting through a dam, burst out from the seemingly tight cylindrical gap of the Sword of Lie, transforming into roaring hurricanes that swept across the world.

The sky seemed to be enraged by this force and let out a deafening roar; the earth was also shaking, as if in awe of this irresistible force.

At this moment, everything became so different, and the whole world was shrouded in unprecedented shock and awe.

Gilgamesh's eyes widened at this moment, with a light of disbelief flashing in his pupils.

He never thought that Luther could actually take out the Sword of Separation.

In Gilgamesh's eyes, Luther's action was undoubtedly the greatest insult and provocation to him, making him feel unprecedented despair and anger.

"Miscellaneous cultivator! How dare you insult this king like this!!!"

Gilgamesh's voice exploded like thunder, his red pupils almost bleed, filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten his own pain and fatigue, and only had endless hatred and murderous intent towards Luther. Even though he had lost most of his strength at this moment, with only the "Chain of Heaven" as his last resort, Gilgamesh charged towards Luther without hesitation.

His figure was like a flash of lightning, cutting through the sky, with an unstoppable momentum, vowing to completely destroy Luther.

However, facing Gilgamesh's rage and charge, Luther seemed unusually calm and composed.

"Gilgamesh, you are wrong. This is not an insult, but destiny. You were once a king, but times have changed, and your time has passed. Now, it is time for a new power and a new order to lead this world."

The sword of disloyalty in Luther's hand continued to spin, releasing even more powerful magical fluctuations.

As the rotation of the Sword of Separation accelerated, an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped Gilgamesh's heart.

He could clearly feel that the magical fluctuations released from the Sword of Separation were gradually eroding the surrounding space and time, as if they were going to drag the entire world into an irresistible disaster.

"No! I can't lose like this! I am Gilgamesh! I am the King of Uruk! I can't be defeated like this!"

Gilgamesh roared in his heart, and tried his best to break free from the magical restraints from the Sword of Separation.

However, no matter how he struggled, he could not change his destined fate.

Finally, at the moment when the rotation of the Guaili Sword reached its extreme, an unimaginable force suddenly burst out.

He gently waved the sword of rebellion in his hand, and the originally raging hurricanes instantly gathered into an even more powerful storm, sweeping towards Gilgamesh.

This storm contains the terrifying power of the Sword of Separation, which can not only tear apart space and destroy everything, but also directly attack the depths of the enemy's soul.

Although Gilgamesh was powerful, he seemed extremely small and fragile in front of this force. Although his Heavenly Chains could bind everything, they seemed to become fragile under the sharp edge of the Sword of Separation.

This force seemed to be able to tear everything apart and destroy everything, shrouding the entire world in chaos.

Gilgamesh's figure seemed so small and powerless in front of this power. He could only watch himself being swallowed by this power and eventually turned into nothingness.

And when everything returned to calm, the sword of disloyalty in Luther's hand slowly stopped spinning.

With a deafening roar, Gilgamesh was hit hard by the storm and flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

His figure drew a long arc in the air and finally fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust and gravel.

At this moment, Gilgamesh finally realized what despair and the pain of being NT R in front of him felt like. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

However, no matter how he struggled and roared, he could not change the fact that he had already been defeated, defeated by Luther and the Sword of Separation.

"Miscellaneous cultivators..."

Gilgamesh died unwillingly.

(End of this chapter)