Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 850 Cream Nero
Luther felt that the sun in the Devil May Cry world gave him a different feeling.

The feeling brought by the stars in other worlds is warm, while the feeling brought by the sun in the Devil May Cry world is very special.

It is both cold and hot, just like the nine realms of water and fire.

I don’t know what impact this kind of sun will have on me.

As Luther went deeper, a majestic and magnificent building gradually came into view. It was the branch of the Demon Sword Cult in the town of Destiny - a church that combined holiness and majesty.

The church towers into the sky, its spire pointing straight to the sky like a sharp sword, as if it could penetrate the clouds and reach the realm of God. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the outline of the church is coated with a layer of light golden light, adding a bit of solemnity and mystery.

The architectural style of the church perfectly combines the essence of Western religion and unique creativity. Every brick and tile reveals the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship and devotion to faith.

The front is engraved with intricate and exquisite patterns, including scenes from biblical stories and symbols of strength and protection, which make people feel awe involuntarily.

The church door was closed tightly, and an iron cross was inlaid on the heavy wooden door, which served as both a guide for believers and a warning against evil forces.

The street outside the church, although not as prosperous as the city center, was also bustling. The vendors were shouting one after another, selling all kinds of goods, from daily necessities to magic props.

People were either passing by in a hurry or stopping to chat, their faces filled with love for life and longing for the future. However, in this tranquility and harmony, Luther keenly sensed a hint of unusual atmosphere, which was the unique and indescribable sense of oppression that belonged to the Devil Sword Cult.

Standing at the entrance of the church, two knights in the uniforms of the order stood there like guardian saints, their presence making everything around them insignificant.

The uniforms of these knights are mainly pure white, symbolizing their purity and nobility; and the swords hanging around their waists are their weapons to defend their faith and protect peace.

The design of the uniform focuses on practicality while being beautiful. The long hem sways gently in the wind, showing the knights' heroic appearance without becoming a burden in battle.

The red patterns are particularly eye-catching on the white uniform. They are like flowing flames, adding a bit of warmth and vitality to the cold armor.

These patterns are not just decorations, but also symbols of the sect’s identity and status. Each one contains profound meaning and power.

The knights wore white hoods that matched their uniforms perfectly, and the white helmets hidden under the hoods were an important symbol of their identity.

The design of these helmets is full of the charm of medieval knights. The Y-shaped "hollow" design on the front not only allows the knights' faces to be revealed, but also adds a bit of mystery and majesty.

The material of the helmet is strong and durable, able to withstand attacks from all directions and protect the safety of the knights' heads.

The combination of hoods and helmets completely hides the knights' faces in darkness and shadows, making it difficult to see their true expressions and inner world.

"The Demon Sword Festival."

Luther did not disturb anyone, he just came over to take a look. Inside the church, soft light shone through the stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows. Jillie's singing was like the sound of nature, melodious and solemn, echoing in every corner.

She was using her pure and flawless voice to sing praises to Sparta's bravery and sacrifice. It was the highest respect for the brave and a commemoration of the glorious days of the past.

Luther stood outside the church, listening quietly, with a gentle smile on his face. However, this tranquility did not last long.

Luther's eyes suddenly became sharp, as if he could see through all the secrets in the darkness.

His sight passed over the roof of the church and looked towards the dark alley in the distance. There, a group of black magic insects were flying silently. They were tiny in size, but they contained the evil power from the demon world.

These demon insects have no intelligence and act solely on instinct, but once there are enough of them, they can gather together into a terrifying and terrifying existence.

As Luther watched, the demon insects seemed to be summoned by something and gathered deep into the alley, eventually disappearing into the darkness.

Then, a sharp sound of metal friction pierced the night sky. Along with this strange sound, a distorted figure slowly walked out from the depths of the alley. It was the devil scarecrow.

Its body was made up of worn-out sacks, and it looked like a monster that had crawled out of a garbage dump. Every movement it made seemed so uncoordinated, yet it revealed an unspeakable horror.

On that "right arm", a bloodstained executioner's butcher knife glowed coldly in the sunlight. Every swing seemed to cut through the air and bring the breath of death.

Although the scarecrow walked unsteadily, his speed was incredibly fast.

This is just the prelude to the Demon Sword Festival, the real test is still to come.

Nero's footsteps echoed on the stone road leading to the festival, each step seemed hurried and firm.

Suddenly, the ground seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, and a huge deep pit suddenly appeared in front of Nero, at a speed that was astonishing.

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow rose from the pit, transformed into a streamlined black shadow, and headed straight towards Nero.

It was not a natural creature, but a peculiarly shaped "spherical creature". The moment it approached Nero, it suddenly spread its limbs, revealing sharp claws and a mouth full of fangs. It was actually a demon named Assault Demon Soldier.

Faced with this sudden attack, there was no panic on Nero's face. Instead, his eyes became even colder, as if he had already anticipated all this.

He did not choose to dodge, but instead stretched out his bandaged hand in an almost provocative manner.

The Assault Demon Soldier roared, its sharp claws cutting through the air, and charged towards Nero with the momentum to tear everything apart.

However, when its claws touched Nero's arm, it was like hitting an iron wall, leaving only a few inconspicuous white marks.

Nero sneered and exerted force with his palm, easily breaking through the defense line built by the claws of the powerful demon soldier, and grabbed its triangular head like catching prey.

The force was so great that the Assault Demon Soldier could not break free and could only let out sharp howls. Nero showed no mercy and threw the demon like a sandbag, slamming it into a towering tree nearby.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the tree shook violently, and the trunk was instantly covered with cracks, as if it would break at any time.

(End of this chapter)