Kryptonian warriors led by Zod stood opposite Harry and Clark, facing them in a tense standoff.
Zod cast a wary glance at Harry, then stopped paying attention to this unknown powerhouse.
Compared to this unknown powerhouse, Kal-El was more important.
Zod's boots crushed fractured concrete, his mask emitting a mechanical hum with every breath.
He looked at the rising and falling "S" emblem on Clark's chest. The crest of the House of El gleamed coldly amid the smoke.
He suddenly sneered, though the sound was filled with rage. His voice was like metal scraping against stone.
"Kal-El, do you know what you are doing? You intend to destroy this machine? Do you think it is merely a machine? Kal-El, that is Krypton's heartbeat."
He stepped forward, the joints of his armor making faint grinding noises.
"Kal-El, turn back. You are also a Kryptonian. Hand over the Codex. The Codex contains the genetic code of all our people. It is Krypton's unborn children, the hope your father took away.
"With the Codex, that machine can allow Krypton's seeds to take root on this planet. It can make our language, our bloodline, and our pride rise from the ashes."
Clark refused outright. "General Zod, I cannot let you kill billions of humans to revive Krypton.
"If you go to another planet and transform it into a Kryptonian environment to restore Krypton, I will not stop you. I will even do everything in my power to help you."
During his conversation with Harry, Clark had received good news from him.
Harry could actually remove the Codex from his body without endangering his life.
So, if General Zod was willing to spare Earth and cooperate with him, they would not need to keep fighting.
General Zod's gaze flickered, and he seemed somewhat tempted.
But