Chapter 658: Symbol of Death

The huge axe flashed with a cold light and carried destructive power.

"Boom!"

A deafening roar.

The ground shook violently under the heavy blow of the axe, and dust flew, as if an invisible force was tearing the land apart. The cracks expanded rapidly, like a hideous giant mouth, swallowing everything around.

The militants standing near the cracks, who were originally immersed in the joy of victory, were frightened pale by this sudden change.

They tried to escape, but the strong air wave was like an invisible wall, trapping them firmly in place. Some unlucky guys were directly blown away by the air wave and fell to the ground, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

And those militants who were still standing were also panicked, and hurriedly took out their weapons in their hands to prepare for this sudden attack.

However, the battle did not end there. The remaining militants recovered from their shock. Not willing to be outdone, they quickly took out their machine guns and grenades and launched a fierce attack on Luther.

Gunshots and explosions came one after another, and fragments of bullets and grenades flew in the air, forming a rain of death. However, facing these attacks, Luther seemed calm. He waved his black cloak again, and this time, the black cloak seemed to have life, turning into a solid barrier to protect him.

The bullets from the machine guns and the explosions of grenades left deep marks on the barrier, as if they were going to penetrate it. However, the barrier remained standing, protecting Luther firmly in it.

Luther stood behind the barrier, watching the struggles and despair of the militants with cold eyes. There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was watching a play that had nothing to do with him.

As time went on, the attacks of the militants gradually became weak and powerless. Their ammunition was about to run out, but Luther was still standing.

At this moment, Luther suddenly launched a counterattack. His movements were as fast as lightning, and people could hardly see his figure. He suddenly waved the black cloak in his hand, and the cloak seemed to come alive, instantly turning into a huge sharp blade, flashing with cold light, and slashing towards the militants who were still attacking frantically.

The power of this blow was beyond everyone's imagination. Wherever the huge blade passed, it seemed that even the air was torn apart, making a piercing scream. Those militants who were still attacking, originally immersed in the pleasure of killing, suddenly felt an irresistible force coming at them. They wanted to dodge in fear, but it was too late.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The screams came one after another, resounding through the sky. Those militants who were cut off drew bloody arcs in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. Their blood splattered, dyeing the surrounding ground red. The bloody and cruel scene made people shudder.

The militants who were lucky enough not to be cut off were now scared out of their wits. They watched their companions fall one by one, their hearts filled with fear and despair. They began to flee in all directions, trying to escape from this terrifying place.

However, Luther did not give them a chance to escape. He waved his black cloak again, turning into a black lightning, shuttling through the crowd. Every time he waved, an armed man would be cut off and fall in a pool of blood.

In just a few minutes, the originally arrogant and domineering militants were all wiped out by Luther alone.

Talia and Catwoman were stunned. They had never thought that Luther could easily deal with so many militants with just a black cloak.

What exactly is this black cloak? Why can it change into various things? And every change is so powerful and incredible.

Talia's heart was full of curiosity and desire. She began to fantasize that it would be great if she could have such a black cloak! At that time, she can also be like Luther, killing all around and being invincible.

For the ambitious Talia, it is simply an irresistible temptation.

Catwoman didn't think so much. She just instinctively felt that this black cloak was a very valuable item. A sly light flashed in her eyes, and a desire to steal surged in her heart. Although she has never stolen anything, as a catwoman with such a nature, she couldn't help but want to try it.

Just when the two of them were thinking about it, Luther had put away his black cloak and was ready to leave. He looked back at Talia and Catwoman and said, "Let's go, this has been resolved, let the police deal with it."

After that, he turned and left.

However, just as he was about to leave, his black cloak suddenly moved, as if it had a spirit, and entangled Talia and Catwoman's waists. Before the two of them could react, they were already taken up by Luther.

"Ah!!!!"

Talia and Catwoman exclaimed at the same time. They felt their bodies lighten, and then they found themselves suspended in the air. The feeling of weightlessness made them feel a little dizzy, but more excited and curious.

They looked down and saw that the scenery below was getting smaller and smaller, while they were flying higher and higher in the air. The feeling of flying made them feel very exciting and refreshing, as if the whole world was at their feet.

Luther ignored their reactions. He continued to wave his black cloak and took them flying away. The incredible black cloak now sprouted two huge dragon wings, which were incited to fly.

The strong wind blew against their faces, causing Thalia and Catwoman's hair to float.

In this way, after three people and one cloak flying in the air for a while, they finally arrived at a safe place. Luther put away the black cloak and put Thalia and Catwoman down.

"Okay, we're here." Luther said.

Only then did Thalia and Catwoman dare to let go of their clasped hands.

They looked at Luther with awe and curiosity in their eyes. They knew that today they experienced an unprecedented adventure, and it was all because of Luther and his magical black cloak.

"Terminator...God of Death, what is that black cloak of yours? Why can it transform into various things?"

Thalia couldn't help but ask.

She felt that as a woman's curiosity, even if Luther didn't answer, nothing would happen. On the contrary, it would be a problem if he didn't ask.

"It's a symbol of death."

Luther simply replied.