Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 865: Demolition Failed
The air seemed to freeze at this moment. Nero could only rely on his instinct and years of combat experience to barely jump back and avoid the fatal blow.

But the Savior's attack did not stop there. Its left hand followed closely, like a huge net, trying to capture Nero.

Nero's heart trembled. He knew that in this small space, he was already at an absolute disadvantage. However, it was this desperate situation that aroused his hidden fighting spirit and courage.

He quickly adjusted his posture, tightly grasping the magic sword Apophis in his right hand, ready to meet the next challenge.

"Come on, let me see how capable you, the so-called 'savior', are!"

Nero roared and poured all his magic power into the magic sword. The sword burst into dazzling light and collided with the savior's cold mechanical arm.

The huge impact force made Nero almost unable to stand, but he relied on his amazing willpower to stabilize his body.

He is worthy of being the most powerful member of the Sparta family.

Luther sighed that Dante needed both hands to catch it, but Nero caught it with one hand.

"watch out!"

Nero jumped up and swung the Demon Sword Apophis straight down with all his strength. Its blade embedded deeply into the Savior's head, but it was too huge. The wound left by the blade of the Demon Sword Apophis was like a mosquito bite to the Savior.

Moreover, this small wound had been repaired by the time Nero drew his sword and landed on the ground.

Nero spat and thought hard about a solution. The Pope appeared above the savior's head and looked down at Nero as if he had won:

"It's useless. This kind of trick is meaningless in front of the savior!"

"……that's true."

Nero sighed and muttered to himself.

"It is indeed more difficult than imagined to destroy this big guy."

Nero muttered to himself, sweat slid down his determined face, dripping onto the cold stone slabs and evaporating instantly.

His gaze pierced through numerous obstacles and fell on the looming figure of the Pope inside the Savior Body.

The Savior has stopped now. Perhaps the Savior can only move when the Pope is inside it?

"Savior... perhaps the source of its power is the Pope."

Nero's thoughts were racing, and a bold idea formed in his mind.

"If the Pope is the core that drives this huge machine, then as long as he is separated from the source, the Savior will collapse."

But then he realized the risks and difficulties involved. "The Pope must be aware of this. He dares to show up so blatantly. He must have something to rely on, or he underestimates the enemy, or he has set a trap."

Nero took a deep breath, cleared his mind of all distracting thoughts, and decided to take a gamble.

"Pope, your end is here!"

Nero growled, leaped up, and rushed towards the savior like an arrow.

However, the Pope's reaction was faster than he expected. With a flash of afterimage, the Pope disappeared into the Savior's body. Then, the Savior's huge fist came like a mountain, with the momentum to destroy everything.

With a loud "bang", the entire underground space shook. Nero was knocked away by this huge force and his body hit the wall behind him heavily. The wall collapsed instantly and rubble flew everywhere.

Nero felt as if his internal organs were about to shift, but he endured the pain and struggled to get up from the ruins, his eyes still as firm as iron.

The Pope's sneer echoed in the empty space, and his gaze turned to Luther, the mysterious figure who suddenly appeared.

Luther stood there, his arms folded across his chest, a faint smile on his face, as if all these disputes had nothing to do with him.

But in the eyes of the Pope, Luther was a huge threat, because he could feel the huge magic power hidden in Luther's body, a power that even made him feel palpitations. "It seems that there is an even bigger treasure hidden here."

The Pope's eyes became greedy and fanatical. "With such a huge source of magic power, you will be the best sacrifice for me to realize my great plan."

Hearing this, Luther raised a playful smile, "Oh? You want to do something to me? Then you must be prepared to pay the price."

Luther folded his hands and said with a smile.

Dante, who was following in the dark, looked at the statue of the Savior, which was simply a huge humanoid weapon.

Dante thought of the Demon Emperor he had faced before.

Demon Emperor Mendes.

Its power is so great that Mendes has never shown his physical form in this world. Instead, he chose a huge stone statue similar to a god as his possession.

And the savior in front of Dante now coincides with Mendes at that time.

"It seems like the bad guys all have similar thinking patterns."

Dante said, stroking his chin.

He was not worried about his relative, his father's other child.

Because from a sensory perspective, Luther was almost unable to sense anything.

There was no stench from other demons, nor was there the unusual familiarity of Nero.

If Luther hadn't revealed his skills, Dante wouldn't have been sure that Luther was another child of his father.

After all, Luther was a copy of Nero's demonic right arm, which led to Dante's misunderstanding.

Being able to hide his aura so well means that the other person's power to control himself is also very strong.

This is something that even Dante couldn't do, so Dante thought Luther must be very strong.

"Only by defeating you can we build a true paradise, a world without strife and pain. Luther, why are you unwilling to sacrifice yourself for this great vision and for this world?"

The Pope looked at Luther and said.

"Nero, if you don't come out, I'm going to chop him down."

Luther said to the bottom.

At this critical moment, the ground suddenly shook violently. Amidst the flying dust, a figure broke out of the ground like an angry dragon emerging from the sea. It was Nero.

His clothes were tattered and covered in blood, but his eyes were like burning flames, full of indomitable spirit and anger. The fragments of the wall that had just pressed on him seemed to be just a trivial obstacle that could not stop his will to be reborn.

"asshole!"

Nero roared, and that voice contained too many emotions - anger at injustice, and indomitable spirit against fate.

He tightly grasped the magic sword Apophis in his hand. This legendary weapon seemed to sense the emotions of its master. A strange red light flowed on the sword, constantly devouring all the negative emotions around it and transforming them into surging power and magic in Nero's body.

"Do you think that's all you need to make me surrender?"

Nero's voice echoed across the battlefield, and each of his steps was a firm rhythm as he approached the Pope.

"Paradise? That's just a lie you made up to satisfy your own desires! Real power is used to protect, not destroy!"

(End of this chapter)