Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1397: Demon Sword Red Demon Cutting

That bloody and cruel scene, like a nightmare, was deeply imprinted in Soma Yukihira's heart.

"If I don't change and don't choose the demon sword, will I be the next one to be eaten by the red demon or other more powerful monsters? Will it be my father? Will it be my friends?"

Soma Yukihira kept asking himself this question in his heart, and every question was like a heavy rock, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

In this world where monsters and demons run rampant and the strong prey on the weak, survival is like a cruel gamble, and every breath may be your last.

Escaping only postpones the time of death, but cannot change the final outcome. Only by facing it bravely can we find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

He recalled his time in the world of gourmet food, where he constantly challenged himself and tried various new ingredients and cooking methods in pursuit of the ultimate taste.

Every failure and every setback did not make him give up, but instead made him more determined in his beliefs.

Now, in this world full of dangers and challenges, what reason does he have to retreat?

"I...I choose the demon sword!"

Soma Yukihira raised his head.

"very good."

Luther looked at Soma Yukihira and threw a knife.

This is a very peculiar sword, worthy of the name of a demon sword. A pungent smell of blood hits his face, making Soma Yukihira wrinkle his nose.

This knife was made by squeezing, twisting and shaping a red ghost alive.

The main part of the blade is the red ghost's bright red skin.

The skin was covered with fine lines, as if they were the traces left by the red ghost's painful struggle during his lifetime.

Each line flashed with a strange light, as if it contained the resentment and power of the red ghost when he was alive.

The edge of the blade is extremely sharp, and it flashes coldly under the light, making people shudder.

In the middle of the blade, the ferocious head of the red ghost was twisted into a unique swallowing shape.

The ghost's eyes were wide open, as if the fear and unwillingness from his previous life still lingered; his fangs were exposed, sharp and pointed, as if he would pounce and bite someone at any time; his mouth was wide open, making a silent roar, as if showing his anger and unwillingness to the world.

The blade guard is made of the bones of a red ghost, in an irregular shape, with some dark red blood stains on it.

The blood had dried up, but it still seemed to tell the story of the cruel murder of the red demon. There were some strange runes engraved on the blade, and the runes were shining with a faint light, as if injecting mysterious power into this demon sword.

Soma Yukihira tightly grasped the peculiarly shaped sword in his hand. On the blade, the strange patterns flashed with a cold light, as if it was a gaze from the abyss.

In an instant, a cold and evil breath ran along his arm like a poisonous snake and quickly penetrated into his body.

The breath was so cold and piercing that it seemed as if even the blood was frozen wherever it passed, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably and an inexplicable and uncontrollable fear welling up in his heart.

This fear is not without reason.

Demonic swords have always been mysterious and dangerous. They possess powers beyond common sense, but they also come with unimaginable costs.

Before holding this demon sword, Soma Yukihira had heard the legends about it - it devoured the soul of the user, drove people crazy, brought endless disasters... Each legend was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard. However, at this moment, he had no way out.

"I'm not afraid."

Soma Yukihira gritted his teeth, and his gums turned slightly white from the force.

He forced himself to suppress the fear that was surging in his heart.

He knew that from the moment he chose this magic sword, he had already embarked on a road of no return. This road was full of unknown dangers and challenges, but he had no choice.

"Since I have chosen it, I will definitely find a way to control it. I will use it to protect myself and my friends."

Soma Yukihira said viciously, with a desperate courage in his voice.

However, he soon noticed the strange expressions of his companions around him.

The look that was originally full of trust and concern now turned into deep fear.

"what happened?"

Yukihira Souma was full of confusion. He didn't understand why his friends had such expressions.

He turned to look at Alice Nakiri, only to see that her face was pale, her body was trembling slightly, and her eyes were full of fear, as if she had seen something terrible.

He looked at his other companions again; their expressions were exactly the same, with fear clearly written on their faces.

"Xingping, are you okay?"

Erina Nakiri asked hurriedly, with a hint of worry and nervousness in her voice.

"I?"

Soma Yukihira was slightly stunned, and he subconsciously felt his body.

Strangely enough, the severe pain caused by the ruptured and bleeding internal organs disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Not only that, he also felt that his body was filled with unprecedented strength, as if he had endless energy.

This wonderful feeling made him a little overwhelmed, and he replied puzzledly: "I feel good and full of strength."

"You look weird now."

Erina Nakiri was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly.

There was a hint of worry in her eyes, as if she was worried that Soma Yukihira would undergo some irreversible change because of this demon sword.

Soma Yukihira was shocked and an ominous premonition came over him.

He didn't bother to answer Erina Nakiri's words, and turned around and walked quickly to the mirror in the ward.

When he saw himself in the mirror, he was stunned.

Looking in the mirror, his skin color had changed significantly.

The originally healthy skin color turned pale and gray, as if shrouded by a layer of haze.

There were large patches of red patterns on his body. These patterns were like burning flames, but with a strange aura. They started from his neck and spread to his entire body, covering his body in large patches, as if it was a strange battle suit woven from flames.

What frightened him even more was that his teeth became sharp and pointed, like the fangs of a wild beast, protruding from his mouth and looking particularly ferocious.

Two sharp horns actually grew on his head. The horns were dark red in color, covered with fine lines on the surface, and exuded an evil aura.

"What am I?"

Soma Yukihira looked at himself in the mirror, a completely unfamiliar person, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He tried to reach out and touch his face, but felt that the skin had become rough and hard, as if it was no longer his original flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)