The low hum barely sustained itself.
Amidst the Stormfront.
The entire Black Batplane could only hover laboriously in mid-air a few dozen meters away.
Inside the cockpit, the remaining sensors were frantically analyzing data, squeezing out every last bit of performance.
However, their algorithms are insufficient to measure the energy scale exceeding the maximum threshold, and can only display a chaotic scarlet on the interface.
Airborne language definition computing system.
They even directly identified the "human body" floating in front of them as a "living star embryo" containing an extremely large amount of light energy.
Upon seeing this, Bruce's gaze darkened.
He wedged himself into the driver's seat.
Through the cracked windshield, he stared expressionlessly at the god-like "humans" in the sky.
Or... it wasn't human at all.
As Bruce kept an eye on it, his left thumb quietly pressed down on the spare photosensitive sensor along the edge of the control panel.
With a soft "snap!"
The Spectrum constants captured in this instant also include data on energy decay.
The data was simultaneously transmitted via the sensor and directly uploaded to Bruce's personal terminal.
This terminal is buried deep beneath Wayne Manor, in the cold storage of that sequence.
But after doing all that, Bruce stopped moving.
He lay quietly on the armchair, his eyes closed, waiting for Alf to send the mainframe to rescue him.
As one of the smartest people on the planet.
During those few brief seconds, Bruce's brain was frantically calculating the physiological limits of the "person" in front of him.
Since the opponent's eyes could restrain and unleash a high-energy particle stream that could easily penetrate unknown heavy armor.
Its visual receptors must be able to process, and even penetrate, a wider electromagnetic spectrum than visible light.
In that case, the meager anti-glare resin coating on the outer layer of the fighter jet's windshield is practically useless in the face of such a line of sight.
Therefore, it wasn't difficult for Bruce to guess.
John could even see himself clearly through the glass.
It's not just visual.
The surrounding area was filled with the deafening roar of the hurricane, the tsunami, and even the roar of the engines.
This "man" still showed no awareness of blind spots in his posture or line of sight.
And this means...
His brain's hearing must possess a sound wave reverberation and microscopic capture mechanism comparable to radar.
If we extrapolate from this terrifying biological mechanism...
In the most ideal situation.
The other person's inhuman hearing allowed them to hear even the sound of their own underwear coming from several meters away...
That heart was beating violently at a rate of 140 times per minute.
Meanwhile, not far away...
The last trace of crimson slowly faded from his eyes.
John's gaze lingered for a few moments on the Batplane's cold, hard black body.
Just half a second.
There was not a trace of emotion in those cold eyes.
Only a purely condescending indifference remained.
John then turned around, his boots lightly tapping against the wind!
His figure floated up again, his gaze piercing straight through the churning black clouds above the ocean.
[ Insight ]
Piercing through the stratosphere and exosphere... then gazing into the desolate heart of space.
"They're here already? Faster than I expected..."
The whispers hadn't even faded before they were shattered by the raging hurricane.
"Thump!!!"
The void has collapsed.
John's figure left an extremely elusive silhouette between the sea and the sky.
It crashed straight through the air barrier and disappeared into the horizon.
The violent sound collapsed and shattered instantly half a second after he left.
The sea surface was pressed into a huge hemispherical crater, which was then completely filled in by the backflow of seawater.
Leading edge of the Kuiper Belt.
Hundreds of millions of ice rocks slowly tumble in the Eternity darkness.
In the distance, the faint light cast by Huang Heng fell lightly on this place, leaving a pale gray halo.
But soon, the dark halo was obscured by a colossal shadow.
A halberd-like ship, thousands of meters long, ruthlessly advanced through the gravel belt, shredding the surrounding floating ice guards into a cloud of white dust.
" Black Zero ".
Countdown to wormhole jump --
Three days.
On the dimly lit bridge, streaks of dried, blood-like Krypton flowed eerily with the pull of gravity.
In the center of the hall.
The projection, composed of fluid, changed from dark red to a dazzling, bright red without warning.
In mid-air, the light and shadow surged.
Hundreds of millions of light particles rubbed against each other in the void, piecing together a fragmented, somewhat erroneous still image.
In the pouring rain, the young man in overalls hovered in mid-air.
A pair of scarlet eyes were emitting a terrifying beam of light.
At the same time, the main control panel emitted a deafening buzzing sound.
"Whoosh--!!"
The projected image suddenly switched to another perspective, cutting straight to the most microscopic level.
The suspended outline was dissected layer by layer by the transparent flow of light.
Beyond flesh and bone...
Tens of thousands of basic chains, representing the foundation of Krypton reproduction, suddenly disintegrated under the intense light.
It was a unique double helix model so massive it was suffocating.
Like countless awakened golden snakes, they coil and flow gently, turning beautifully deep within the cell nucleus.
At that very moment, Faora, the adjutant standing beside her, narrowed her eyes.
A savage, lustful glint appeared beneath the visor, and the heavily armored boots took a sudden half-step forward.
"General, it's him... a remnant of the El family."
It seems the Codex of Life was indeed shattered by Jor- El and fused into this bastard's cell nucleus.
"..."
Zod didn't speak, but instead stood with his hands behind his back in front of the huge arched porthole.
He stared intently at the young face on the projection, at the eyes that seemed to be Heat Vision.
But the corners of his mouth slowly parted, revealing a cruel and brutal killing intent.
"Zzz--"
Deep within his succumbed will, that clump of mixed, greasy, dark yellow impurities seemed to trigger some kind of resonance.
Suddenly, it began to churn like boiling water.
The substance hidden in Zod's brain sensed the host's violent intent to slaughter everything.
Like a venomous spider that has smelled blood, it suddenly bared its long, sharp fangs.
He suddenly bit down!!
The corrosive yellow fluid, like thick phlegm, surged wildly backward along the bulging blood vessels on both sides of Zod's neck and cheeks.
Under the violent onslaught of this emotional energy, the capillaries in Zod's eyes burst open one by one.
Then, amidst an unnatural spasm, those originally deep brown pupils...
It was forcibly burned and fermented into a murky, eerie yellow.
"Cough..."
Zod let out a muffled groan.
The screams of hundreds of millions of compatriots, the cries of anguish as the building collapsed... were amplified infinitely by that toxic yellow in an instant.
But he persevered.
"General..."
Faora, who was standing nearby, keenly sensed something was amiss.
Zod's usually rock-solid emotions were now unusually disordered.
Immediately afterwards, an extremely unfamiliar and instinctively terrifying sense of oppression began to emanate from Zod's body.
Beneath the mask, her brow furrowed slightly, and she subconsciously took a half-step forward, wanting to get closer and provide support.
"I'm fine."
Zod's indifferent voice rang out.
He never turned around, but simply raised his right arm stiffly, spread his fingers, and braced himself against the air.
This stopped Faora's restless steps in her tracks.
"Joe El built the bones of an entire civilization into the flesh and blood of a bastard..."
They cruelly mutilated their fellow countrymen's lives in that desolate wasteland...
As he spoke, Zod slowly turned around.
His murky, violent yellow eyes swept over the dozens of soldiers standing solemnly on both sides of the hall.
Each word, spoken deliberately, exuded an unyielding and overwhelming pressure:
"Preheat the World Engine to full power... All main guns are out of hibernation and in combat readiness mode."
Zod took a deep breath of the warm oxygen in the cabin, then turned to deliver his verdict.
"Three rotation cycles remain."
"After the cycle, it will immediately create a wormhole and be forced into the atmosphere of this blue planet."
"I want to crush the bones of the El remnant inch by inch with my own hands and tear the Codex out of his spinal cord."
Laying the foundation for our New Krypton!