The Last Supper

Jor-El had dinner.

Thanks to his intelligence and his overly human-like, overly clever nature, the Kent Family treated him as part of the family and allowed him to eat at the table.

However, he can't exactly reach out and grab the food! So although there's always plenty of food and meat in his dog bowl, he can't choose anything he likes to eat.

These are not important either.

He quietly finished the beef and mixed vegetable meal on his plate, a gourmet feast specially prepared for him by Jonathan Kent.

At the dining table, Clark's adoptive mother, Martha, was holding Clark and rocking him from side to side, trying to make Clark smile and open his mouth so she could feed him.

For some reason, Clark was acting strangely and kept muttering and crying today.

Even Martha couldn't appease him.

It's probably because of the weather; it's gradually getting a bit hot.

As the sunset casts its glow, turning the clouds into crimson cotton candy, and as the sun sets and the earth warms up, mingling with the evening chill, the temperature seems to rise impatiently.

This temperature is making people irritable.

But that wasn't enough to dampen the Kent Couple ' enthusiasm for a baby.

"Look here, little Clark!... Lulu lulu..."

Jonathan Kent made faces, scrunching his face up and sticking out his tongue, trying to make Clark laugh.

Martha gently rocked Clark, pointed at Jonathan Kent's face with her finger, and kept imitating a baby's whimpering to make Clark look at Jonathan Kent.

Clark pouted in dissatisfaction, his bright blue eyes flashing with interest, as if he had seen something new and exciting.

Clark seemed to react.

The couple then put even more effort into teasing Clark, and the food on the table was barely touched.

Look at this heartwarming scene.

Jor-El's eyes flashed a faint smile as he got off the table and headed for the door.

The Kent couple ignored it; this had become a habit of Little Kryptonian's. Every day after dinner, he would contemplate the meaning of life under the eaves by the door. Several times, Jonathan Kent saw Little Kryptonian with a calm expression, like a great thinker.

If it hadn't then stuck its tongue out from its tightly closed mouth and helplessly chuckled as it returned to its dog-like state, Jonathan Kent would have suspected that it was a dog with a mind and a soul! A spirited dog, an intelligent dog.

Jor-El reared up on his hind legs, placed his front paws on the doorknob, and deftly twisted the doorknob.

The scorching ground temperature outside the door was like a rolling wave.

The Heat Wave, accompanied by the glow of the evening sun, slanted into the somewhat dark house, Heat Wave in and blowing his fur back.

He could no longer keep his dog face calm and his mouth shut. It was too hot. Dogs only have a few sweat glands on the inside of their paws and between their toes, so they can't cool down by sweating like humans.

Left with no other choice, the dog opened its mouth again, its bright red tongue panting and exhaling hot air.

With its four paws on the ground, it slightly raised its fluffy white tail and, as it walked out of the house, hooked its tail onto the wooden door, slamming it shut with a snap.

He walked to the eaves again, stood in his usual spot, sat back, straightened his front paws, and swept his fluffy white tail across the ground.

The crimson glow of the sunset shone on the front half of his body, illuminating his white, fluffy, and slightly rounded, adorable paws.

The sky over Kansas is always beautiful. When there are no clouds, it is clean, clear, and blue. When there are clouds, all kinds of clouds come together to create a strange and beautiful picture.

Now, the rosy glow of dawn, a deep, crimson light, shines from the west, dyeing the clouds with its color and creating a three-dimensional scene.

However, the sunset glow today was exceptionally vibrant, painting the most intense and rich colors in the otherwise lush and vivid landscape. The sky turned crimson, and the heat rising from the ground intensified, making even the dogs feel drowsy.

After sticking his tongue out for a while, he pulled it back, closed his mouth tightly, his face was calm and serious, his gaze was deep, his long chin was slightly raised, looking up at the sky, his beautiful and clean snow-white fur, his graceful figure, had a unique and beautiful appearance.

His eyes flashed with a thoughtful expression again, his gaze fixed on the sky, like a thinker among dogs.

He once tried to let Ba Di steal the key to the El Family's Key of Hope, pretending it was unintentional. He planned to plant one-third of his consciousness in Ba Di's mind, hoping to learn about Ba Di's information.

But clearly, the plan failed; it's difficult for a dog to exploit ordinary people.

Moreover, ever since Ba Di sent people to find the Kryptonite, there have been no more of Ba Di's men in the entire Kansas, not a single one of them in this region.

This made Jor-El very worried, as he couldn't even send anything to Ba Di.

Ba Di didn't even test himself.

It goes without saying.

If we were to see Ba Di again, what a violent downpour it would be, a fatal blow.

As time went by, although Jor-El's canine body grew stronger, his heart sank deeper and deeper, filled with a strong sense of foreboding.

Left with no other choice, he opened his dog mouth again, stuck out his tongue, and panted, making "hehehehehehe" sounds to cool down.

The dog's pensive face showed helplessness, and it could only stick out its tongue every now and then to cool off.

The excessively intense sunset seemed slightly abnormal, causing the ground to retain its heat, which warmed his body and made him feel weak and powerless.

It was just like a normal dog, lazily lying on the ground, sticking out its tongue, and squinting its eyes to rest.

"Wait! Why do I feel tired?"

Jor-El suddenly awoke. This was very strange. How could he possibly feel tired? Sticking out his tongue was understandable, but with Krypton genes, why did he feel drowsy and fatigued like an ordinary person under the sun? He became wary.

The dog's eyes instantly narrowed sharply, activating its far-field vision and Microscopic Vision. The sky's glow was an unusually crimson red, and in its eyes, the sky rapidly drew closer, with multiple refracted spectral bands refracting the particles in the air to appear translucent. Two different spectral bands mixed and intertwined together.

"Red Sun Spectrum Band!"

He felt a chill run down his spine. The Red Sun Spectrum, refracted by the satellite and weakened by the Earth's atmosphere, was not completely unable to absorb the yellow sun's energy, but the amount absorbed was greatly reduced. In addition, if the sun were to completely set, it would be clear that he would no longer have the ability to continuously absorb energy indefinitely for combat.

He lowered his head, his eyes narrowed instantly, turning fierce. He sat up, bent his knees and raised his head, his muscles tensed, and the muscles and veins in his limbs bulged menacingly. Underneath his snow-white fur, his large, swollen fangs were revealed in his long, slender mouth. His fur stood up from head to toe, making him appear much larger.

Its claws flashed with transparent, sharp nails, and its paw pads exuded powerful strength. In the instant it stood up, it slammed its paws into the thick wooden floor, creating four dents. Its limbs were bent at the knees, about to explode, and wood chips rose up.

"The sinners of Krypton!!"

His dog face was contorted with rage and ferocity. In an instant, he transformed from a beautiful, snow-white pet into a savage and ferocious wolf king. His body bent at the knees, and wood chips slowly flew up. The air was so heavy that time seemed to slow down. His dog body was ferocious and grotesque amidst the wood chips, as if he were in another world, displaying a powerful and violent explosive force.

far away.

The view extends through the lush green cornfields.

A figure strode forward under the crimson sunset, the setting sun like blood behind him, the afterglow illuminating his silhouette. He was tall and imposing, his footsteps like blades, kicking up dust and cracking the ground, his trench coat billowing wildly behind him.

His face appeared dark in the setting sun behind him, and in the darkness, his eyes emitted a fierce and brutal cold light, cruel and terrifying. The scars on his face writhed with his smile, revealing a cruel and tyrannical grin.

"Your time has come Jor-El!"