Chapter 657 Black Cloak

Although the police were numerous, they had to retreat step by step under the fierce attack of this group of armed elements. They were like a ship ravaged by a storm, swaying and in danger of capsizing at any time.

Luther stood quietly on the gargoyle statue in the distance, his eyes were as sharp as a torch, calm and deep.

"Terminator, when do we take action?"

Talia's voice sounded in Luther's ears.

She was wearing a tight leather jacket, holding two guns, and her eyes were firm and sharp.

Her voice revealed an unquestionable decisiveness, as if she couldn't wait to join the battle.

Catwoman Selina also appeared beside him. She was wearing a black tights and her figure was agile and flexible. Her eyes revealed a cunning and alertness, as if she was always looking for the opponent's flaws.

Luther shook his head slightly and said lightly: "Don't call me Terminator, call me Death."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if with an unquestionable majesty.

This name seemed to have become his new identity symbol, representing his coldness and ruthlessness, and also representing his zero tolerance for evil.

Talia and Catwoman looked at each other and saw doubts in each other's eyes.

They didn't understand why Luther suddenly changed his name. But they also knew that now was not the time to ask questions, and they needed to focus on the battle in front of them.

In fact, Luther was tired of the name of Terminator again, so he changed his name again. After all, there was such a typical example as the Black Marshal in front of him, and Luther felt that he could change his name recklessly without sticking to one name.

Luther's eyes were cast on the battlefield below again, which was already in chaos. Although the police had a large number of people, they had fallen into a passive position under the fierce attack of the armed elements.

"Now!"

Luther's voice was low and firm, as if it contained some irresistible power. There was a sharp light flashing in his eyes, as if he had locked the target.

As his voice fell, his figure moved instantly. He jumped from the roof of a tall building like a black lightning and rushed straight to the battlefield below.

His movements were swift and smooth, as if he had practiced them countless times and had reached perfection.

As he leaped up, his black cape also spread out in the night sky, like a huge black flag, fluttering in the night wind.

The cape was like his wings, helping him fly in the night sky, allowing him to shuttle between tall buildings at will.

Talia and Catwoman followed closely behind, their figures were equally agile and nimble. They drew graceful arcs in the night sky, like elves in the dark, and rushed to the chaotic battlefield with Luther.

When Luther rushed into the battlefield, the entire battlefield seemed to be still. The originally noisy gunshots, shouts and explosions became faint and distant at this moment.

The militants who were originally shooting, shouting and running frantically suddenly felt a strong sense of oppression. They looked up and saw a black figure covering their heads falling from the sky.

The figure was like the arrival of the god of death, giving people an indescribable sense of fear. His appearance seemed to change the situation of the entire battlefield, bringing a bit of order to the originally chaotic battle.

After Luther landed, he rushed directly to the militants without any pause. His speed was extremely fast, as if he had broken through the limit of human beings. Each step took several meters, leaving the militants no time to react.

His black cloak played a huge role in the battle, dancing with his movements, as if it had life.

When Luther waved his cloak, it instantly became as hard as steel, turning into sharp black blades and knives.

With a casual wave of his hand, those blades pierced into the bodies of the militants as easily as cutting tofu.

Blood splattered everywhere, and screams came one after another.

His movements were smooth and swift, and each swing was accompanied by strong wind pressure, as if to tear everything apart.

And those militants who were stabbed by the cloak, their bodies were instantly torn apart by invisible forces, blood and internal organs splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

This terrifying scene made everyone present feel palpitations. The militants who were still fighting also stopped their actions at this moment. They looked at the black death god in front of them in horror, and their hearts were filled with despair.

Talia and Selina were both shocked. They had never seen Luther's ability before, and they were curious about why Luther changed his outfit again. Now they knew why, Luther showed a new ability!

At first, he was wearing high-tech armor when he was a "transcendent", then the power and indestructible body when he was a "terminator", and now after becoming a "death god", could this black cloak be his symbol and new power?

Talia had never felt that a person was so elusive.

That cloak, from the moment Luther put it on, seemed to be endowed with some kind of magic and became an unparalleled magical weapon.

Possessing ever-changing abilities, it shows different forms according to Luther's mind, as if it is an endless arsenal, ready to deal with any challenge at any time.

Luther's mind moved, and the black cloak immediately turned into an extremely sharp sword. The sword flashed with cold light, as if it could cut through all obstacles.

With a "whoosh" sound, the sword light cut through the air and pierced directly into the enemy's chest.

Before the militants could react, they were pierced by the long sword and fell into a pool of blood.

Luther kept changing the shape of the black cloak.

Every change of the black cloak was accompanied by powerful force and amazing speed. It seemed to be able to sense Luther's intentions and change into the weapon that best suits the current situation at any time. And those militants seemed to have become lambs to be slaughtered under Luther's attack, with no power to fight back.

In a fierce confrontation, Luther waved the black cloak again. This time, it turned into dozens of black blades, like a black whirlwind, sweeping across the battlefield. Those blades flew in the air, cutting all obstacles in front of Luther. The militants fled in panic, but no matter how they dodged, they could not escape the pursuit of the black blade.

Then, Luther waved the black cloak again. This time, it turned into a huge axe, much taller than Luther's body.

The axe exuded a strong black gas, as if it could devour all life. Luther gripped the axe handle tightly with both hands and chopped it down suddenly. The huge force caused the air to tremble.