When Immortals Fight, Mortals Suffer
The night was deep and dark, with sparse moonlight peeking through the clouds, carrying a desolate and cold moonlight.
In the distance, the land was ravaged by battle, littered with huge craters and scattered rocks.
The line of sight followed the sonic boom trail on the ground, tearing apart the cornfields that stretched outwards like a battle line, all the way to the Kent Farm and the owner's house.
In front of the house.
Ba Di's towering figure loomed there, shrouded in a dark mist. Under the faint moonlight, he exuded a terrifying aura, like a cold and merciless Devil God of fear.
His face was like a rock sculpture, with strong features that could hold up the starry sky, and his eyes were now devoid of emotion as he stared at Jor-El.
He gave Jor-El the opportunity to choose.
It was Martha who chose to sacrifice herself, even though she deeply loved her son.
Even with his son having virtually no chance of escaping, he still sent Martha to her death.
Jor-El lowered his head in mourning, closed his eyes, his eyes stinging with pain, blood and tears seeping from the corners of his eyes, his dog-like face filled with grief and pain.
This was a resolute choice, a painful choice without any doubt.
Jonathan knelt before him.
They begged him to stop opening the hyperdimensional wormhole.
He and his wife did nothing wrong.
They should not be treated like this.
They adopted Clark and treated him like their own son.
They also adopted Little Kryptonian, making them part of their family.
But why must he leave his wife, put her in such a dangerous situation, and cause her death?
This shouldn't be happening!!
He and Martha are both good people.
But why did it have to come to this?
'Buzz...'
Space distorted, and darkness seemed to form a vortex, vibrating and emitting sounds.
A brilliant white light enveloped Martha and Clark. The white light was composed of Super Light Speed particles that were spinning violently, emitting a white glow, as radiant and dazzling as the divine child carried by the Virgin Mary descending to earth in Legends.
The outermost layer is a distorted gravitational field and a repulsive field.
Ba Di stood silently, his massive body transforming into a dark mountain shrouded in black mist, quietly observing the unfolding events.
He looked at Jor-El's silent gaze, tears of blood welling in his eyes, yet remained silent, showing no intention of stopping the opening of the wormhole.
Jonathan pleaded desperately, kneeling before him and begging him to stop and spare his wife's life.
This helpless plea ultimately drove Jonathan to madness. His face bulged with grotesque veins, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he pounded the ground with his fists, sending dirt flying, as he roared incessantly, "Why! Why did you have to let his wife die?"
He lowered his head, pounded his fists on the ground until they bled, and tears streamed down his face.
Why are you doing this to us?!
Jonathan roared, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging on his face, a mixture of anger and grief.
He glared at Jor-El with fury and rage, roaring at the top of his lungs. He was insane and couldn't believe that Little Kryptonian would treat him and Martha like this.
They adopted Clark.
I adopted Little Kryptonian.
Treat them like family, and love them wholeheartedly.
However, what he got in return was the cruelty of Little Kryptonian, Clark's biological father. He refused to stop the wormhole and tore at Martha's body, trying to kill her.
"He caused all of this."
Jor-El, his head bowed, opened his eyes, his pupils filled with blood, a layer of red vision, twisted and venomous as he stared at Ba Di.
All of this was caused by Ba Di.
From Krypton to now.
He believes.
Ba Di stared at him mercilessly, a cold black mist surrounding his massive, suffocating body, his gaze high above, devoid of any emotion.
He remained silent, his face cold and expressionless, for he had said enough and vented enough of his emotions.
He never considered himself kind, nor did he ever cloak himself in a cloak of righteous indignation.
He always had a clear understanding of himself; he knew he was evil, a demon.
A feeling of disgust and revulsion suddenly arose in Ba Di's heart. People like Jor-El.
It's truly disgusting, utterly repulsive.
He no longer wanted to communicate with him.
At this moment, none of the enemies he had planned for appeared.
That means it's over.
'Chirp...'
The distortion of space seemed to emit sounds, an extreme distortion and hissing in their hearts, even more unbearable than the scraping sound of glass, so unbearable that they felt like vomiting blood.
The white light beside Clark, the rotation of Super Light Speed particles, had reached its limit.
Right at this moment.
Suddenly, things became chaotic.
Like panicked people, chaos erupted in an instant, and the distorted gravity began to flip abnormally.
The space itself seemed to tremble with unease, as if it were wailing.
The white, Super Light Speed particles vanished from Clark's body in an instant, twisting and coalescing into a small point.
A pitch-black vortex appeared behind Clark's body in an instant, expanding to half a meter, its interior filled with deep darkness, without a trace of light, and it only appeared for a moment.
'Peng'
The vortex seemed to explode, shattering the nearby gravitational field and creating a powerful white shockwave that spread outwards.
The vortex vanished from the spot in an instant.
The moment the vortex disappeared, it swallowed up Martha's body as well.
Clark, still asleep, fell to the ground in his swaddling clothes.
Accompanying him.
It was Martha's limbs and bewildered head, lying beside the swaddling clothes.
It was a failure! Jonathan was blown over several times by the strong wind, got up from the ground disheveled, and saw Martha's head.
My head went blank with a 'buzz'.
He crawled on all fours, his eyes glazed over, covered in mud, and knelt before Martha's head, cradling it in his arms, howling and weeping in agony.
Jor-El's eyes widened in disbelief.
It was a failure! This meant that his son...
"Ouch..."
His twisted dog face twitched, veins bulging horribly, eyes bloodshot with rage and hatred, as he roared out a sound of resentment from deep within his throat.
He pushed himself up from the ground, wanting to make one last stand against Ba Di.
However.
Ba Di's tall body, shrouded in dark mist, appeared behind him like a mountain.
A focus emerged in Ba Di's dark eyes, containing the rage in his heart.
His large hand, shrouded in mist and imbued with immense dark magic, covered Jor-El's dog-like body, forcefully pressing the crazed man to the ground. In an instant, Jor-El was left only with frantic struggles.
The immense magical power eroded his body, weakening his cells.
Ba Di raised his right hand high, and dark magical mist almost solidified, covering his fist.
His dark eyes focused, flashing with rage, and he playfully punched Jor-El's contorted, dog-like face! "Bang!"
I told you before, there is no hope for ordinary people in Krypton.
"Bang"
I told you before, you can't save Krypton!
"Bang"
I told you, your son, that you couldn't escape from here, and Martha would die! Bang!
After the third punch, Jor-El's twisted dog face had been pierced through the head by Ba Di, with white brain matter and blood splattering everywhere. The defeated dog body convulsed at Ba Di's feet.
Jor-El, dead.
Ba Di's face was cold and ruthless, his dark eyes revealing his indifference.
His massive body strode forward, step by step, into Jonathan, casting a huge shadow over Jonathan's grief-stricken, wailing cries of pain.
Ba Di paused, then reached out his large hand to his side, grabbed the swaddled baby, and held it in his hand.
His face was expressionless, his features cold and hard. As he turned his body, his massive frame, even just turning around, stirred up a strong wind that blew against Jonathan's face, which was filled with pain and tears.
At this time.
The gloomy clouds suddenly parted, revealing the bright moonlight inside.
Ba Di walked away into the moonlight, his body blocking the light, his silhouette appearing even darker in the moonlight. The lines of his body, illuminated by the moonlight, radiated a bright glow, like a beacon of hope.
As always, he bestows hope.
"Want to resurrect her? Follow in my footsteps!"