"Tell me, what do I need your army for?"
He-El's voice suddenly fell, and Transformers, who was worshiping him in the sky, heard the rhythmic sound of deforming machinery, and rotated out of the muzzle in a row on one hand, slightly turning out the color of blue particles.
Even if the muzzles of the cannons were not pointed at the people, they still felt the destructive aura of hundreds of thousands of cannons, some large and small, some as large as two hundred meters, Marshal-class battleships, and small ones as big as Scout Ship's fists. They seemed to be bombarded in the next moment, which could directly clean the surface and destroy any flesh and blood.
General Taylor-Weeks' face was pale, his lips were white, and he was trembling constantly. The sweat on his forehead was flowing down like beans.
Has he ever seen such a scene before?
Although he has the talent of a general, in terms of behavior, he is better at eating, drinking, having fun, and gathering people to hold XA free parties.
Just seeing the battleship transform into a mechanical life form, his mind went blank, his neck became stiff, and he didn't know what to think about.
He didn't even dare to look at He-El's indifferent eyes. Taylor-Weeks was trembling inside, afraid of meeting He-El's eyes, just like the teacher's eyes in class, when he was discovered and brought up.
Taylor-Wicks' whole body was trembling, he lowered his pale head and closed his eyes. If it weren't for the fact that his arms were shaking weakly and he didn't have the strength to lift it up, he would have covered his ears with his palms.
Pretend you can't see or hear anything.
The square was eerily silent.
"You don't have the blood to be a general."
He-El gently shook his hand on the armrest, signaling the battleships to retract their cannon muzzles.
Many battleships in the sky extinguished the ready state of their cannon muzzles, and the muzzles turned into mechanical hands, standing horizontally in the sky, with all kinds of eyes staring at Taylor-Weeks.
Under Taylor-Weeks and the top brass of the army, a metal fence rose up to form a cage, trapping them inside.
"No, no, no, I'm not with Weeks."
"I support His Majesty and He-El-God, please let me go."
"It's all under Taylor Weeks' instructions. I didn't rebel, I didn't rebel."
A group of high-ranking military officials cried out that they were wronged and begged for mercy with tears.
They have long been corroded and have big bellies, and they are covered in fat. They don't have any strong will, and they just want to survive at this moment.
Taylor-Wicks sat in the cage with his eyes blank, sluggish and no one reacted.
The cage that imprisoned them slowly moved outside the square, and the ground opened up like an abyss. They screamed and howled, and fell into the abyss of the ground.
The sound became farther and farther, until there was no sound, and the abyss-like gap closed shut.
"Kal-El-Zod."
"Here!"
"You temporarily manage Kryptonian Army and the law enforcers."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
Kal-El received the order solemnly.
He-El's lumbar spine was pressed against the cold metal throne. The armrests had clear and sharp corners, and were delicate and smooth to the touch. The hand on the armrest could feel the reaction of the lines on his fingertips. He glanced at the seven million Kryptonian, looked at their expectant eyes, and couldn't help but said in a deep voice:
"The old Krypton has become the past, it has been destroyed! From now on New Krypton, there will be no rules and regulations of the old Krypton.
I hereby declare: Only Ability user is on board!
Use your abilities to create New Krypton that belongs to me and to you.
The starry sky belongs to us, and the universe will broadcast our reputation.
The great legends of ancient times will no longer be the legends that are engraved in our hearts. The myth of conquering the starry sky millions of years ago will now set sail. I will lead you to conquer the starry sky, dominate the universe, and let this universe be engraved with our indelible mark - New Krypton!"
He-El's deep and firm voice, with a passionate excitement, is conveyed to the hearts of every Kryptonian.
In the hearts of the people in the square, a wave of passionate blood filled with passion and infinite power flowed throughout the body. The whole body was trembling with excitement, and their faces were flushed with excitement. They could not help but raise their fists and hit the sky, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Long live your Majesty!!"
"Long live your Majesty!!"
"Long live your Majesty!!"
"Long live your Majesty!!"
"Long live your Majesty!!"
In the square, people with red faces and ears roared out in unison, a huge wave of Mr. Popo, which converged into the goals and hopes of the New Krypton people.
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A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Just shouting slogans and mobilizing Kryptonian survivors's passion will certainly not work.
After shouting slogans, the warships began to carry out their work. Some were embedded into Zero Star, some were patrolling satellites, and some left Zero Star, went to Krypton Ruins that was far away, and continued to pick up supplies. Under the arrangements of Zero, they all went about their own business.
And seven million Kryptonian survivors.
While ordering Kal-El to control the army and maintain discipline, Yi-Yi asked the public to report the corruption of Kandor City officials. Almost all Kandor City officials were arrested and sent directly to the Jail by He-El to prepare for human experiments.
In addition, we need to select preliminary suitable managers. Even if they do not have management talent, there is no problem. No talent does not mean that they cannot manage. It is just a question of how much they can manage, as Han Xin did.
Everything was in order and running well. The laws belonging to He-El were promulgated for them to remember clearly. Soon after, Zero arranged to inject Proton Computing Terminal into them.
Proton Computing Terminal will be in their bodies, monitoring the physical condition of individuals, collecting body data, assisting them in controlling their bodies, and performing functions such as network contact, communication, and issuing commands as quickly as possible.
Basically, this is a smartphone that integrates a series of functions such as monitoring, tracking, body detection, communication, Internet access, etc.
After all, He-El does not have Life Creation Chamber and Codex, so there is no way to regulate the talent genes according to the situation and create new Kryptonian, so these seven million people are quite precious.
Of course, He-El has no intention of keeping an eye on Codex. He is also prepared. He has already mobilized Kandor City's biological science team to cooperate with Ciri to carry out research on the recombination of genetic talents.
It is planned that in the near future, Kryptonian will be able to reproduce naturally. When the children are raised to the age of twenty, they can be injected with talent genes to let the children determine their future talents.
He-El has already made preparations for the food, clothing, housing and transportation for these seven million people.
He-El had already designed Zero Star with Zero, and designed a living area on Zero Star that could survive three billion people, enough for Kryptonian and Transformers to live together.
The environment on Zero Star may be cold, lacking warmth, and lacking the familiarity of the earth and trees, but Kryptonian will not live in Zero Star for a long time.
Zero Star is always a military base, a war fortress, and Kryptonian will not be allowed to survive here forever.
He-El has a clear goal and has already started planning. After restoring the power of all Kryptonian, it will rush to the earth and occupy an area, first as Kryptonian's residence, and then gradually establish the New Krypton planet.