Silent thunder roared in the stillness.
As they watched a vast mushroom cloud rise from the moon, everyone fell silent. Even Chen Mu looked toward the moon with reverence in his eyes.
What did it mean to face death without fear? What did it mean to die heroically?
The Special Task Force members did not hesitate in the slightest as they detonated the nuclear bombs in their hands.
The nuclear bombs, arranged in a phased array, set off a chain reaction across the moon.
The moon's own gravity caused it to begin a nuclear fusion reaction, and the moon began to collapse.
There was no sound, yet everyone could sense some earth-shaking roar.
Of course, an actual voice rang out as well.
"Goddamn it, who was it?! Who the hell was trying to kill me again?!"
Over the past decade, Clark had not been the only one growing stronger. Clark was not actually a born warrior. Natural Kryptonian warriors like General Zod and the others quickly mastered their own powers and continued growing stronger at an astonishing rate.
Everything had been going fine. The Kryptonians had been hiding beneath a lunar crater, focused on building the Phantom Engine.
But some damned bastard had actually planted a nuclear bomb right above their heads!
No, not one. Who the fuck had planted an entire field of nuclear bombs?
Were they insane? The moon had been minding its own business and had never provoked anyone. What kind of lunatic would blow it up?
Blowing it up would have been one thing. It meant nothing to Kryptonians anyway, but why the hell did they have to blow it up right above their heads?
Had General Zod somehow offended them?
General Zod looked utterly miserable at that moment. No one could withstand a nuclear bomb