Why

Kansas, Smallville.

Kent House.

The disappearance of the setting sun brought darkness to the world.

In Kansas, the stars always twinkle brightly in the clear night sky.

Even when the sky was overcast, nothing had brought the Kent Couple such a heavy, oppressive sense of stagnation as it did today.

It was as if darkness had transformed into the sky, enveloping the earth.

An indescribable sense of oppression weighed on their hearts.

Jonathan held his wife tightly, letting Martha rest her head on his shoulder, comforting her with his actions.

He gazed into the distance.

The enormous, terrifying, deafening sound ceased once again.

His eyes were intense; he never wanted to hear that voice again.

I never want to feel the earth howling again, the sand jumping up, trembling with fear.

It was a feeling of powerlessness, as if facing the arbitrary trampling of giants, causing landslides and earthquakes, making weak humans tremble with fear.

He could only hold Martha's arm tightly, offering her a sliver of comfort.

Martha snuggled close to Jonathan's body, feeling the warmth emanating from him, and a sense of security welled up within her.

She glanced at Clark with a look of affection as she held the swaddled baby.

Clark seemed to be exhausted and was sleeping soundly with gentle breathing. Her little face was so tender and soft that you just wanted to kiss her.

Martha, who had been tense and reserved, couldn't help but smile slightly and relax a bit when she saw how adorable Clark was.

Suddenly.

Jonathan tightened his grip on Martha and quickly pulled Martha back.

Martha paused for a moment, then instinctively backed away while still holding Clark.

I didn't even have a chance to ask why.

In the dark night sky.

Then a figure with a mournful cry was thrown towards them in an arc.

This was exceptionally clear in the night sky.

They wouldn't have missed us in the first place, and now they're even further away from us.

To their horror, they saw a werewolf figure fall from the sky to within tens of meters of them, crashing down heavily, kicking up dust and dirt, and splattering blood everywhere.

They could vaguely see the dented right side of the dog's face, weakly groaning. Its body was in a pitiful state, its abdomen ruptured, revealing the bare bones of its spine. Its internal organs seemed to be struggling to grow flesh and tissue to recover. Blood instantly stained the earth, and the stench of blood kept spreading, stinging Jonathan and Martha's noses.

In the darkness, this scene was particularly stimulating to their vision, instantly terrifying them and making their hearts pound with fear.

"Ah..."

Martha was startled and tightened her grip on the swaddled baby.

This is a werewolf, the kind of werewolf that is Legends to be the mortal enemy of vampires. It has a human body and a wolf's head.

The werewolf was beaten to a terrible state, its body mangled, its spine white, groaning pitifully, and blood flowing freely. One couldn't help but think that it had been so badly injured in a battle with its mortal enemy, the vampire, that it had fallen before them.

Jonathan's breath hitched. He stared intently at the werewolf, his eyes fixed on it. Only when he saw that the werewolf seemed too badly injured to move did he relax a little.

He released his grip on Martha and stepped forward.

"Jonathan ..."

Martha called out nervously from behind him, her eyes fixed on him anxiously.

"It's fine."

Jonathan turned around and nodded to Martha, signaling her to stay put and not move. Martha face tense, responded with a worried "Mmm".

Jonathan turned his head, staring at the werewolf with a look of surprise and doubt. He felt that the wolf's head... looked somewhat familiar.

He carefully stepped forward through the mud, his heart pounding, holding his breath as he walked.

"Go... take Clark... go!"

Jor-El lay on the ground, his broken, sharp nails digging deep into the soil. He raised his weak head from the ground, groaning in pain and vomiting a large amount of blood.

He had no ability to resist. His Krypton physique was completely crushed by Ba Di's Magic True Body. This was even more violent and Destruction than the power of Ba Di's clone's genetic collapse, which suppressed his repair abilities and weakened his cells.

Jonathan's eyes narrowed, his breath caught in his throat, and he froze for a moment, disbelief flashing across his eyes.

When he saw the werewolf raise its head, he noticed a thin red rope hidden by fur under its neck. This was Little Kryptonian, the Little Kryptonian that had come with Clark to their home.

He spent a lot of time with Little Kryptonian and knew that it had a red rope hidden under its neck fur.

"Little Kryptonian, is that... you?"

Jonathan asked in surprise, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at its broken body lying on the ground. The body was mangled, and thick, bloody blood stained the earth. It lay on the ground, breathing heavily and groaning weakly.

Seeing such a horrific injury made Jonathan's heart pound wildly, and he could barely breathe.

With broken teeth clenched in his mouth, Jor-El breathed heavily and indistinctly, his remaining eye giving Jonathan a pitiful look.

This was enough for Jonathan to confirm that this was Little Kryptonian.

I don't know what I fought that caused me to end up in this miserable state.

"Little Kryptonian, it's you!!"

Jonathan nervously rushed forward, wanting to help Little Kryptonian, the intelligent dog that Clark had always been with, the dog they considered family, a member of their household.

However, the next moment, he stopped running.

My heart leaped into my throat once again.

A massive, dark figure was moving. From a small dot on the distant horizon, each step seemed to cover a distance of thousands of meters. Its enormous body moved as nimbly as a swallow, yet it possessed an extremely terrifyingly large and muscular physique. It looked as if a mountain was leaping and moving, which was utterly terrifying.

Accompanying the enormous figure was a thunderous voice that echoed in Jonathan's ears. The voice was powerful, deep, and firm, carrying a calm and cold anger.

"You know, those people in the Krypton Council won't listen to you at all."

"You've always known!"

"I knew it from the very beginning!"

"That's why we took the Codex of Life ahead of time!"

Ba Di's towering five-meter-tall, massive body and cold, dark eyes gazed down at the ground. The wolf's barely surviving form instantly became a wounded lamb, unable even to howl or lick its wounds before him.

Jonathan swallowed hard, his heart pounding, his legs aching from the bone marrow, his body trembling, and he was covered in cold sweat.

The sight of Ba Di had a particularly strong and intense impact on him.

A body five meters tall, with two thick, short legs resembling elephant legs, supporting a massive, muscular, inverted triangle upper body. The muscle contours of the upper body are clearly defined, and surrounded by a dark, hazy mist, it appears especially like a powerful Devil God emerging from the abyss.

In the darkness, a faint sliver of moonlight shone from behind him, and in the hazy night, the elongated shadow of his massive body covered Jonathan's body, sending a chill down his spine.

"I... am preserving the embers of Krypton civilization..."

Jor-El's one eye glared at Ba Di with venomous hatred, and he growled deeply from his throat.

He always knew that Ba Di needed the Codex of Life.

Ba Di's face was indifferent, his dark pupils coldly looking down at him, his words chilling to the bone.

"Then why not give it to Haier, me, or Zod!"