Viltrumite, Is Your Mightiest Chat Group Fake?

On the spaceship, the afterglow of Zod's speech still lingered in his heart, reminding him of the days when he had fought for Krypton.

A Kryptonian's duties were not only etched into their genes; they also came with a whole range of emotional responses.

In the end, he could not help but laugh.

"Heh heh..."

Those monkeys on the ground had probably been fooled. This was not actually their first contact with Earth.

Kryptonians had encountered yellow suns long ago on their path of conquest, so they naturally knew how powerful they could become under one.

They had even created yellow solar grenades to deal with unexpected situations.

It was simply that they instinctively rejected such variables.

The Life Codex assigned every newborn a duty. It kept Kryptonian society stable, but it also made it completely rigid.

If a Kryptonian destined to spend his life as a lowly laborer suddenly gained strength equal to a general's,

how much upheaval would that bring to society?

But General Zod had no time to consider such things now.

He knew that Carl-El had been on Earth for a long time. The energy stored within him might be enough to deal with all of them.

That was why they had already begun leaving the ships that maintained a Kryptonian environment and secretly heading for Earth.

They would absorb the yellow sunlight and grow accustomed to the place, narrowing the gap between themselves and Carl.

Zod flexed his arm, feeling the surging power in his muscles.

"I have to admit, this power is truly intoxicating..."

Before he could finish, Zod's mind stalled. The duty decreed by fate was preventing him from thinking about such changes.

"That's right. Krypton should remain Krypton. We do not need Earth."

Shaking his head, he continued planning.

Their spacesuits were now pumping out oxygen, while only the spaceship still retained its original environment.

It was a trap left for Carl-El. Kryptonian air would weaken him.

He believed the child had inherited his father's character and would definitely be willing to come aboard and talk.

By then, they would have time to seize both the Life Codex and Earth.

Zod reveled in his own wisdom.

"Heh. Who could have possibly expected this?"

"In other words, Zod and the others may very well have already come to Earth."

As the sun set, Bruce reached his conclusion atop Wayne Manor's roof.

"How did you know?"

Clark asked from beside him.

With an external brain right next to him, his super brain could not be bothered to work.

"Using the things you brought back from the Fortress of Solitude, I hacked into their spaceship in reverse. There were some interesting records inside."

Bruce was wearing only a suit at the moment, his tie fluttering faintly in the breeze.

"I think their plan is clear enough. Bring you onto the ship, then use brute force or a Kryptonian environment to restrain you.

Take the Life Codex your father's AI mentioned, then activate the planet-transforming device and restore Krypton."

Hearing this, Leon could not help but marvel.

This was the value of an external brain.

Even though so much information was readily available, Clark alone would never have thought of so much.

Batman's presence had directly equalized the intelligence on both sides.

He turned to Clark.

"Zod's genes will not allow him even the slightest flexibility. Even so, are you still going?"

Clark nodded.

If his previous mindset had been, Earth only has me, so I have to charge in headfirst.

Then his current mindset was, with so many teammates, why not charge in headfirst?

"Other than Kara, they are the last Kryptonians. I have to meet my people with my own eyes."

His gaze passed Leon and landed on Kara, who had already changed into her combat suit and was hovering over a stone gargoyle, enjoying the sun.

Seeing that Clark had made up his mind, Leon naturally respected his choice.

He held a small cake Alfred had made and had just lifted it toward his mouth.

"Hm?"

Before it reached his mouth, he sensed someone watching him.

Turning around, he saw Kara looking at him again with those sparkling eyes from last time.

Leon pondered for a moment, then handed the cake over.

Kara froze for a moment before grabbing Leon's wrist with both hands and swallowing the cake in one bite.

Still unsatisfied, she sucked on his fingers as though she wanted to lick every bit of cream from them.

This delighted Leon with his own progress. With Captain Nolan's help, he could already understand a woman's heart.

See? She really did want to eat it!

Chapter 55: Do I Have to Fall Too? ### The topics of Superman and aliens had stirred up a huge uproar.

Naturally, Luthor did not let this opportunity slip by.

He loudly promoted his theory of the superhuman threat, claiming that Superman's activity on Earth had brought disaster upon them.

He denounced the Daily Planet and other media outlets that praised Superman, saying:

"Now, the god you worship has brought Kryptonians to you. When all is said and done, humanity will still have to solve these problems itself."

Lois and the others fired back:

"And wouldn't the humanity you speak of solving things itself still rely on Superman's cooperation? The Kryptonians outside are superhumans too. Why aren't you going after them?"

Amid the arguments, the time came for the Kryptonian ship to land.

Inside the Batcave, Leon had already changed into the new combat suit Batman had made for him.

Its colors matched Viltrum's, and the battle skirt had been retained. The main change was the S-shaped emblem on his chest.

He looked a little like a city Superman.

For now, Leon's identity was Clark's cousin from another father and mother, Leon-El.

They were ready to depart, and the only problem now was that Kara would not let him leave.

"Kara, let Leon go."

Looking at his cousin, who had wrapped herself around Leon's waist and remained silent no matter how they tugged on her cape, Clark covered his forehead.

She had a problem now. The moment Leon moved even half a step away from her, she would fall into agitation and depression.

According to Bruce, it was called separation anxiety, along with a whole pile of terms Clark did not understand.

In short, Kara would need a long time to recover from her trauma.

He could only exchange looks with Leon. The person who tied the knot had to untie it.

Leon understood. He held Kara's head and made her meet his gaze.

"Listen, Kara. Since you've learned the hand chop, you're half a Viltrumite now."

"You are indispensable combat power. I need you to obey orders."

Kara did not understand any of that Viltrumite or hand chop stuff. Using her own super brain, she summarized the message.

Then her eyes lit up, as though she wanted to stuff Leon inside them.

"You mean you really need my help, right?"

"That's right. I need you to let go of me, choose a place to lie in ambush, then act when the opportunity arises. Understand?"

Watching Kara float up in excitement, Leon nodded in satisfaction.

Viltrumite wisdom made handling rookies like this absurdly easy.

Clark frowned beside them. He had a feeling something was wrong, that things were heading out of control.

Bruce, who appeared to be operating the Batcomputer while actually eavesdropping, added another note to Leon's personality profile.

When interacting with women, the subject possessed a unique talent.

Surely he did not genuinely think that way, did he?

In the endless desert, soldiers, armored vehicles, tanks... the army stood ready, awaiting the Kryptonians' arrival.

At the same time, countless missiles and even nuclear weapons had quietly locked onto this location.

"Are they ready to arrive?"

General Sam Lane asked the bald man beside him, who shone like the sun.

Whether from the heat or tension, sweat had formed all over his forehead.

"I have detected high-speed objects flying this way. The spaceship above Earth has also dispatched a shuttle, which is entering the atmosphere."

Then, a red dot appeared on the screen before Luthor. He smiled expectantly.

"They're here."

The fingers hidden beneath the table rose as he began counting down.

Three, two, one, boom!

As expected, I understand Superman very well.

The sound of landing came from behind him. He turned back with an elegant smile.

"It's been a long time, Superman. I—"

Then he froze.

Because beside Superman stood someone he had never accounted for.

He wore a gray-and-white combat suit, his black hair flying in the desert's hot wind.

He was chatting and laughing with Superman as Sam led them toward the center of the military formation without a care in the world.

Luthor's brain raced at high speed.

Leon's appearance instantly made him understand many things.

Why had Zod, who had just arrived, been able to find Kara? Why had they looked so righteous, as though they had done nothing at all?

Because they had not done it in the first place!

As long as there was a fourth Kryptonian faction on Earth besides Superman, Kara, and Zod,

many things had a new explanation.

Luthor's face turned liver-colored with rage. He felt like he had been played.

By those damned alien gorillas!

Everything they had prepared so far had been based on the Kryptonians' hostility. If he had not been misled, he might have been able to buy more time.

But now, the arrow was on the string, and it had to be fired.

He looked at Leon and shamefully accepted defeat.