Codex of Life.
It contains the first cries of a billion birds, their voices yet to be uttered.
It is a scroll that has been propagated since the millennia since Krypton, based on the rational process of eliminating death and the principle of creation.
All the unformed artisans, scholars, and legions of Krypton, and even the undawn Afterlife of the entire empire.
They were all extracted and inexplicably poured into the body of a weakling by that idealistic traitor, Joe El.
The colossal remains of the entire civilization were thus draped in a thin, slippery layer of ice, drifting aimlessly in the gravitational pull of the wilderness.
On a macroscopic scale of the universe, the birth and Oblivion of civilizations are like a fleeting moment, with negligible impact.
Gravity will not hold for any species for even a nanosecond.
Similarly, for a civilization to survive, bloodshed and war are necessary.
This is not revenge, nor even an invasion.
This is nothing more than a callous ecological replacement.
Krypton, in exchange for Earth.
Krypton is a celestial body formed by the condensation of a dense core and silicon salt crystals.
Beneath the dim dawn of a dying red giant, a near-solid flow of radioactive heat surges deep within the mantle.
Dry winds blow across rock peaks that have remained unchanged for millennia.
The terrifying gravitational pull, like an invisible giant hand, has been pressing down on the Earth's surface for millions of years.
The atmosphere there is heavy and dry, mixed with dense inert gas and mineral debris, and perpetually stained with a viscous, brownish-red hue.
It was in this environment that the Krypton was born.
Every Kryptonian is forged and tempered by nature on this land.
Those delicate skin begins to adapt to the terrifying gravity during the embryonic stage, and after birth, it faces the harshest planetary environment.
Survival of the fittest.
Since then, they have multiplied and expanded for tens of thousands of years.
Only the tiny Krypton civilization was able to survive in the vast universe.
The azure suspended particle outside the porthole, in terms of structure and natural environment, is far inferior to Zod's home planet Krypton.
There was only a thin layer of crust.
Like a thin layer of unfrozen fat, it floats loosely on the muddy, molten sea.
Its gravity could not hold onto the heavy air mass, allowing the water vapor to soak and rot the continent.
The abundance of oxygen also fostered the growth of fluffy decay, which, under the blinding glare of the young star, emitted an almost luxurious life force.
It needs to change.
Ten days.
The gravitational Pulse from the World Engine will penetrate this light shell vertically from Earth's near-Earth orbit.
The murky shallow sea will be evaporated and then drained.
The atmospheric composition at the Earth's surface will be completely pulverized and reconstructed by the special Pulse emitted by the engine.
The fragile continental shelf will be squeezed and sank by gravitational forces far exceeding trillions of tons, compacting the loose sand and gravel into a dense base.
This celestial body must become harder, heavier, and colder.
Until its density and gravity were sufficient to support the entire ancient Krypton.
Thinking it over, Zod did not withdraw his hand, but let the gelatinous chill seep into his nerves along his finger bones.
That was the most perfect, and also the most predetermined, ending.
This script was written thirty years ago.
But in these final ten days and nights... this theater is finally about to open.
" Carl El..."
Zod let out a low murmur, as if he were chewing on something.
"Wait for me."
Before he could finish speaking...
"Beep--!"
At that moment, a short, sharp alarm suddenly pierced the entire bridge.
At the same time, the fluid control panel on the main console began to ripple erratically.
"This is..."
Faora's finger, which was hovering in mid-air, suddenly stopped.
The panel showed that the ship's radar was completely obscured by a hazy, dark yellow noise without any disturbance.
Moreover, the warship's main computer couldn't even analyze this noisy spectral signal...
It twitched on the screen at an eerie frequency, like some kind of living thing.
"General, the ship's detection matrix has detected an unknown aggregation reaction!"
Faora spoke quickly, with an inexplicable caution in her voice:
"The signal source has disappeared... Wait a minute!"
It has now moved to the outside of the ship and penetrated inwards... three meters.
At this moment, Zod's peripheral vision was still fixed on the tiny planet outside the porthole.
"What is the patrol department doing? Is it micrometeorite deflection or plasma infiltration?"
"It wasn't a physical impact... General, the unknown energy body has no mass reading, not even a vector."
As she spoke, Faora brought up a structural diagram of the ship area where the Third Patrol Division was located on the light screen.
"Our gravitational deflection field is completely undetectable and... it's still moving."
It's using the warship's plasma shields as a medium, and is seeping into the deck along the auxiliary engine cooling pipes.
Upon hearing this, Zod finally turned around.
With his black cloak cascading down his back, Zod's gaze pierced through the shimmering light barrier and landed on the cross-section of the warship's midsection.
Soon, it settled on a cluster of yellow light hovering above the deck, surrounded by several Krypton patrols.
It appeared on the screen as an extremely murky, dark yellow, like a drop of thick oil soaked in putrid liquid, slowly suspended in the air.
But soon, the screen went black due to what appeared to be interference from the yellow light.
"The third explosion-proof compartment is offline."
"Sector C network has lost response... The life support system has not detected any decompression, but all life detectors in this area have failed."
"General! It's coming this way!"
As Faora spoke, she pressed a knob on her chest with one hand to close the sheer mask.
Then, with his other hand, he reached down to his lower back and drew out the high-frequency ion light blade from his side.
at the same time!
The mechanism clicked sharply, making a double bang.
The other eight light blades immediately dislodged from their sheaths, their cold arcs suddenly drawn.
The azure light, like lightning and fire on a blade, pierced through the air with a "sizzle".
"Despair!"
Heavy boots pressed to the ground, eight steps in a single motion.
The two in the front row lowered their stances slightly, holding their light blades horizontally across their chests, blocking their path.
The guards on both sides then spread out, overlapping their blade tips with their shoulder armor, before moving on.
In the blink of an eye.
They then formed a semi-circular human wall in front of Zod, shielding him behind them, with more than a dozen eyes fixed on the gate.
Soon, the original deep blue color inside the bridge gradually dimmed, slowly eroded by the dim light seeping from the gaps in the compartments.
It has arrived.
Dead silence.
A murky, dark yellow hue quietly seeped out, like semi-solidified grease licking across the pressure valve orifice, gradually squeezing and piling up inside the cabin.
Until... it reassembled into a writhing mass in mid-air.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
It didn't make the sound of something falling to the ground, but everyone clearly felt it...
Something seemed to have invaded their emotions, stirring their nerves... and then leading them gradually toward their deepest fears.
Outside, the dark yellow liquid kept hovering and coalescing in mid-air.
Eventually, it shrank into a deformed mass almost the size of a head.
It stopped moving.
Those Krypton warriors who were staring directly at the yellow light suddenly took a deep breath beneath their masks.
The moment the dark yellow hue entered my field of vision.
The light on the entire bridge seemed to be distorted... and various illusions appeared one after another before everyone's eyes.
That was a scene from the Phantom Zone.