"Carl, at last we meet."
After the landing craft returned to the mothership, General Zod turned to look at Clark, a kindly smile appearing on his face.
Although he had personally killed Clark's father, he did not fundamentally hold much hostility toward Clark. Besides, he still wanted to obtain information about the Codex through this young man.
Yet just as he had greeted Clark, Clark suddenly clutched his throat and dropped to one knee, breathing rapidly as weakness swept through his body.
Even Zod could not help but freeze at that display.
"He has already adapted to Earth's environment. Coming into the Kryptonian environment simulated by our mothership has weakened him."
At present, Earth's air was like poison to Kryptonians. Without masks, it could directly weaken them.
Likewise, Krypton's environment had an enormous effect on Clark.
"Oh, what a pity."
General Zod had no intention whatsoever of putting a breathing mask on Clark. That would clearly make things more convenient.
In his eyes, while he currently bore no hostility toward Clark, everything had to be simplified when it came to his goal of obtaining the Codex.
"I'll leave him to you. Extract the Codex's information from him."
Zod then prepared to hand Clark over to one of his technical officers.
But at that moment, accompanied by an angry roar, a burly bare-chested man with thick chest hair and a bubble-like covering over his head suddenly materialized beside them. He slammed straight into the Kryptonian soldier who was about to carry Clark away.
Uh, although the man looked extremely burly, with a physique a full size larger than that Kryptonian soldier's—
That fierce collision sent him staggering back several steps.
His shoulder immediately became sore, swollen, and red.
The Kryptonian soldier he had rammed merely swayed a little.
Although Arthur was