"They might actually be the only ones to survive after being imprisoned."
After watching the prison holding General Zod and the other rebels rise into the air, Xu Yue spoke to Jor-El beside him.
"Perhaps this is also the Council's way of preserving a spark for Krypton..."
Jor-El did not question the Council's decision. The Council was indeed rigid; even if every Kryptonian on the planet had to die, they insisted on dying on Krypton.
Yet beneath that rigidity, they had their own flexibility.
They knew the planet only had a few weeks left. Under such circumstances, exiling Zod and the others to the Phantom Zone in a ship that could be modified naturally had its own purpose.
Perhaps our decision truly was wrong. Once we are gone, it will be up to you to see whether you can uphold a new Kryptonian civilization...
"There are still ships capable of interstellar travel, right?" Xu Yue turned and asked Jor-El. It was truly strange that not a single person had escaped in the end.
"There are no existing ships that can directly travel between stars. The ship I used to send Carl away was an experimental model that I modified myself. Still, give me some time, and I can modify any existing Kryptonian ship."
Krypton had regressed from an interstellar civilization and no longer had any need for interstellar travel.
Even when Zod and the others later leaped to Earth, they had only modified the prison containing them on the spot.
It could be said that what the Kryptonian Council was doing now was playing ostrich, acting as though there would be no problem so long as they did not confront it.
"Then aside from helping me set up the ritual, please modify a ship for me as well."
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