Kryptonian: Man of Steel

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, and the feeling brought by the sun in Devil May Cry is very special.

It's cold and hot, just like the nine heavens of water and fire.

I don’t know what impact such a sun will have on me.

As Luther went deeper, a majestic and spectacular building gradually came into view. It was the branch of the Magic Sword Order in Destiny Town - a church that combined holiness and majesty.

The church towers into the sky, its spire pointing straight into the sky like a sharp sword, as if it can penetrate the clouds and touch the realm of the gods. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the outline of the church is coated with a faint golden glow, adding a bit of solemnity and mystery.

The architectural style of the church perfectly integrates the essence of Western religion and unique creativity. Every brick and tile reveals the craftsmen's exquisite skills and devotion to their faith.

The front is engraved with complex and exquisite patterns, including scenes from biblical stories and symbols of strength and protection, making people involuntarily awe.

The door of the church is closed, and the heavy wooden door is inlaid with an iron cross, which is both a guide to believers and a warning to evil forces.

Although the streets outside the church are not as prosperous as the city center, they still have their own lively scene. Vendors were shouting one after another, selling all kinds of goods, from daily necessities to magic props.

People either passed by in a hurry or stopped to chat, their faces filled with love for life and longing for the future. However, in this tranquility and harmony, Luther was keenly aware of an unusual atmosphere, which was an indescribable sense of oppression unique to the Demon Sword Order.

Standing at the entrance of the church, two knights in uniforms of the order stood there like patron saints. Their presence made everything around them insignificant.

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

The design of the uniform pays attention to both practicality and beauty. The long hem swings gently in the wind, which not only shows the heroic appearance of the knights, but will not become a burden in battle.

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

These patterns are not only decorations, but also symbols of the identity and status of the order. Each one contains profound meaning and power.

The knights wear white hoods that complement their uniforms, and the white helmets hidden under the hoods are 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, capable of resisting attacks from all directions and protecting the knights' heads.

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

"The Demonic Sword Festival."

Luther didn't alarm anyone. He just came over to take a look. In the church, the soft light shone through the stained glass windows, casting dappled light and shadow. Gillie'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 the praises of Sparta's bravery and sacrifice, which was the highest respect for the brave and the memory of the glorious 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 into all the secrets in the darkness.

He looked across the roof of the church to the dark alley in the distance. There, a group of black demonic insects were flying silently. They were small in size, but they contained evil power from the demonic world.

These demonic insects have no intelligence and only act on instinct, but once there are enough, they can gather into a terrifying and terrifying existence.

As Luther watched, the demonic insects seemed to be summoned by some kind of summons, and they gathered deep into the alley, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a harsh sound of metal friction pierced the night sky. Along with this weird sound, a twisted figure slowly walked out from the depths of the alley. That was the devil scarecrow.

Its body was pieced together from old sacks, as if it were a monster crawling out of a garbage heap. Every movement seemed so uncoordinated, yet revealed an unspeakable horror.

On the "right arm", a blood-stained executioner's knife glowed coldly in the sun. Every time he waved it, it seemed to split the air and bring the smell of death.

Although the scarecrow walks staggeringly, its speed is amazing.

This is just the prelude on the eve of the Demonic Sword Festival, and the real test is yet to come.

Nero's footsteps echoed on the stone road leading to the festival, and every step seemed urgent and determined.

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

Immediately afterwards, a black shadow rose into the air from the pit, turned into a streamlined black shadow, and headed straight for Nero.

It was not a natural thing, but a strange "spherical creature". When it approached Nero, it suddenly spread its limbs, revealing sharp claws and a mouth full of fangs. It was a demon called the Assault Demon Soldier.

Facing this sudden attack, Nero's face was not panicked at all. His eyes became colder, as if he had expected it all.

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

The Assault Demon Soldier roared, and its sharp claws cut through the air, attacking Nero with the momentum of tearing everything apart.

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

Nero sneered, and his palm suddenly exerted force, easily breaking through the defense line constructed by the Assault Demon Soldier's claws, 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 a series of shrill cries. Nero showed no mercy and threw the demon like a sandbag, slamming it into a towering tree nearby.

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