Immediately afterwards, Faora handed over a data panel.
The physiological model of Zod's body is simulated above using holographic projection.
"According to the tests... General, there is no residual radiation in your body, nor any trace of unknown biological infection."
The neural electrical signals were even 12 percent more active than before the hibernation.
Therefore, the mastermind's diagnosis is... a sudden fainting spell caused by over-excitement.
At this point, Faora paused for a moment, her gaze fixed with some concern on Zod's expressionless face.
"But that's clearly impossible... Krypton warriors have thirty times the resilience of ordinary people."
You couldn't possibly faint from a turbulence, General... what exactly did you see just now?"
Faora, I'm alright.
Zod interrupted her abruptly.
"The atmosphere of the home planet no longer exists... after decades of wandering voyages."
Our physical structure may have changed, and our old set of value judgments may no longer be applicable.
As Zod spoke, he stood up from the physiotherapy bed.
Barefoot on the cold deck.
The inexplicable chill that shot from his feet to the top of his head gave him a rare sense of clarity.
"Alright, stop focusing on me. Do what you need to do, Faora."
Zod then turned around, casually pulled the cloak off the rack, shook it out, and draped it heavily over his shoulders.
The black fabric fell down, concealing the marks on his back that were damp with cold sweat.
"How's the Earth's orbital calibration going?"
Zod turned his back to Faora and walked straight toward the airtight compartment of the medical bay.
"General..."
Faora stood there, watching Zod's back, which was as solid as a mountain.
The strange chill in my heart not only did not dissipate, but instead grew stronger.
She had a vague feeling that the general before her seemed even more dangerous than before.
His every move exuded an extremely violent and oppressive aura.
This was almost a complete change from the relatively compassionate general he used to be.
But as a soldier, she had no choice but to obey.
"General, the warp drive has now broken free of the planetary belt's gravitational pull and is entering the third acceleration phase."
Faora followed half a step behind Zod and reported:
"The R&D department corrected the landing point deviation caused by the space jump."
Black Zero has now locked onto the yellow star system codenamed 'Sol-3'.
"Very good."
Zod stepped through the hatch, and the guards on either side saluted in unison.
Zod kept his eyes straight ahead, only his cloak creating a gust of wind behind him.
What is the expected time?
"How many days until we set foot on that planet?"
Faora looked up from the shadows, facing the holographic star map that was gradually unfolding at the end of the corridor, and answered clearly:
"At the current cruising speed... less than five days, General."
Zod paused slightly at the ship's hull.
He looked up.
Through the massive circular observation window ahead, the dying rays of the Rao Red Sun had been completely left behind the warship.
Instead, a dazzling, scorching bright yellow halo appeared in the distance.
Zod's hand, hidden beneath his cloak, slowly clenched, his knuckles cracking.
Five days...
He repeated the number in a low voice, a sudden, intense yellow light flashing in his eyes.
" Carl El... I'm here."
at the same time.
Edge of Sector 2814, coordinates AX-9042.
An unremarkable silicate dwarf planet.
There is no atmosphere or geomagnetic field here.
The distant stars provide very little light, barely enough to partially separate the Earth's surface.
The side receiving sunlight was fairly warm.
The shaded side was completely devoid of direct sunlight, shrouded in Eternity, frigid darkness.
The surface is covered with an extremely thick layer of ice walls, which have been eroded by meteorites for billions of years and gleam with a cold, leaden, hollowed-out light.
"...(What are you looking at? Sound can't travel in a vacuum.)"
(Just kidding)
The propulsion dissipated, and the sole of the boot landed on the thick ice rock.
The vibration from the landing traveled along the shinbone to the top of the skull, where it manifested as a dull throbbing sound in the mind.
Dead silence.
Sinestro, expressionless, sat cross-legged on the ice at the bottom of the rift valley.
The deep purple and cool black of the uniform edges were embedded in the shadows.
Only the emblem on the black background with green markings on his chest gleamed faintly with an emerald light in the darkness.
He then raised his right hand, his index finger slightly bent.
He hung the green gold ring at eye level.
"Connect to the Central Power Battery of Oa."
Soon, the command was issued directly through the connection of will, flowing into the core of the ring in a wave-like manner.
In less than half a second, the groove in the center of the ring lit up, and a beam of emerald green light swept across the rift valley's gloom, transforming into a concentric ring.
However, the hyperspace handshake protocol, which should normally be completed within milliseconds, did not occur.
The circular light track only rotated half a circle before getting stuck in place.
The color gradation of the communication interface drops from a clear emerald green to a murky mossy color.
[Handshake protocol timed out]
[No Oa core carrier detected; relay node 2814-Alpha is unresponsive]
Sinestro was somewhat surprised, but his willpower was once again pushed back, and he increased the output power to forty percent.
[Forced access to the emergency beacon band]
[Authorization Code: Sinestro - Korugar -001]
The beam surged again.
Three seconds.
Five seconds!
[Error code: 8802]
[Unknown Spectrum distortion has occurred in the will channel; the beacon carrier has failed.]
Seeing this, Sinestro slowly exhaled.
The ring kept malfunctioning along the way, and he'd even gotten used to it.
However, there is one last resort.
That was a primitive communication mechanism library left over from the Manhunter Corps's rebellion, encoded using quantum degenerate sequences.
This encoding bypasses the macroscopic network of the Central Power Battery, performing one-to-one superdistance collapse through pre-entangled nodes.
In theory, as long as the node exists, no force can intercept it.
Sinestro immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and the taste of blood instantly filled his mouth, bringing a sharp, agonizing awakening.
He condensed his mental energy into an extremely thin beam and inserted it into the node inside the ring along his knuckle.
Buzz!
Finger vibration.
The next second, a concealed dark green Pulse pierced the void and shot straight to the zenith.
Sinestro sat motionless, like a stone statue, silently waiting for the collapse and formation of the microscopic nodes.
Ten minutes later, the ring vibrated again.
A message was projected backwards onto his retina.
It was a success.
There are no words or sounds; there is only a series of reconstructed, spiderweb-like simulated nodes.
On this spiderweb, the nearest node is still in operation, extending all the way to the central parliament hall of the Oa.
But before sending a message, he must carefully consider its specific content.
Thinking this, Sinestro slightly spread his arms.
Green light slowly flowed from between his fingers, creating a hemispherical force field with a radius of thirty meters deep within the rift valley.
The pale green crystal walls completely filter out the external environment.
Immediately afterwards, Sinestro closed his eyes and activated the sensor inside the ring.
Next second.
Inside the empty force field, countless intersecting green light trails seemed to spontaneously intertwine.
This includes the Kansas wasteland, the burning wreckage, and the Earthling who told him his name was John before he left.
Sinestro recreated them frame by frame with incredible willpower and memory.
John, in the holographic representation, appeared indifferent.
The pale blue halo around the middle finger of his right hand stood out exceptionally well against the green mimicry particles.
Sinestro took a step forward and stood beside his simulated "self".
The scene of the battle was thus completely replicated.
"Slow down, ten times."
Sinestro walked up to John, bent down, and pressed his gaze close to John's raised right fist.
With magnification of tens of times, structures invisible to the naked eye are revealed in their true form.