A 70mm format, pushed vertically to its limit above the vertical dimension.
Earth's surface, all over--
The yellow sands of Nebraska and its crisscrossing interstate highways.
The armored convoy, resembling an anthill, shrank into a blurry slice in a short time.
"Thump!!"
It accelerates in reverse, breaking through the entire hollow fluid layer.
The instant John broke through the stratosphere, the cone of light surrounding him transformed abruptly from milky white to a dazzling, intense purple.
The air pressure dropped sharply.
Despite the aerodynamic friction at speeds dozens of times faster than sound, the suit woven from nano-carbon ytylene fibers did not even develop a speck of white residue.
The violent kinetic energy was converted into a cold light that clung to his body, outlining the contours of his back, which looked like they had been cast in molten steel.
Extremely close-up, close-up focus.
John's eyelids creased in the strong wind.
In those blue eyes that reflected the boundless space, two raging red cores were rapidly focusing as the altitude increased.
The edge of the stratosphere.
The leaden-gray sea of clouds is cut into a smooth, mirror-like snowfield here, where pure white halos are refracted in the thin atmosphere.
Beneath these rings of pure white, a golden rope of light defied the laws of physics and became firmly entwined around the clouds.
At the other end of the rope, a woman's lower body was coiled up, tightly wrapped around her thighs.
It was Diana.
The velvet gown she wore, which had once been a "flashy" piece at a high-society banquet, had long since been changed out of the dress.
Instead, long legs covered with Mycenae guinea leggings were erected.
A dark brown leather belt was cinched at his waist, and the Sword of Hephaestus was slung across his side.
"Too fast..."
The telephoto lens slowly zoomed in on Diana's profile.
With the Lasso of Truth stabilizing her, her gaze pierced through the churning clouds thousands of meters below.
His deep, unfathomable eyes held a cold, scrutinizing quality.
Within sight.
The divine intuition followed the telephoto Parallax and fell into the void, extracting an extremely pure energy.
And it continues to climb.
"Are you alone...?"
A hint of doubt flickered across Diana's lips.
Click.
Then, he lightly touched the bronze hilt with his fingertips, but the longsword was not drawn even an inch.
She simply gathered her skirt, stood above the clouds, and awaited the final, resounding echo that was about to be born.
Low Earth orbit, at an altitude of 180 kilometers.
Inside the cockpit, the first-person viewpoint was vibrating violently at a high frequency.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
The alarm on the heads-up display began to surge at a rate of hundreds of lines per second:
[Warning! Warning! An unknown high-energy entity is approaching!]
[Target relative speed: Mach 122]
[Target kinetic energy equivalent: 42,000 tons of TNT equivalent]
[Collision countdown: Three, two--]
"Thump!!"
Explosion!
The Batplane's twin-engine detonation system spewed out blue flames tens of meters long in the pitch-black void.
"Boom--"
The violent propulsion force transformed into dull Pulse within the cockpit frame.
The composite coating on the outer shell of the machine shimmered with an eerie purple light under the drifting moonlight.
"Master, get out of the way! His piercing shockwave will shatter the machine!"
Alfred's heavy breathing came through the headset.
However, Bruce, staring into his bloodshot eyes, could no longer hear anything from the outside world.
His persistence had led him into a state of flow.
He pushed the lever sideways and forcefully jammed it into the bottom groove.
Immediately afterwards, the eight-ton fighter jet, on the verge of its frame exploding, pulled out a massive 90-degree roll.
"Shuashua--"
Just as the wingtip barely grazed the tangent of the surging humanoid figure, a gravitational field that disregarded the medium swept across.
"Crunch—crunch!"
The cockpit window pulls up to reveal a high-speed zoom-in view.
The silhouette of the young man in the black suit flashed by.
Like a tungsten bullet fired from a gun, it rammed head-on into the three-meter-thick abdominal armor of the " Black Zero " mothership in an absolutely straight line.
"Crack--BOOM!!!!"
The vacuum cuts off the sound transmission medium.
However, the nearly four-kilometer-long warship dented violently inward at the moment of impact!
The outer titanium-lead plate, strong enough to withstand a missile's close-range blast, shattered like an eggshell.
The bright orange flames exploded.
John painstakingly carved a ten-meter-diameter, several-meter-deep scorched cavity into the bottom of the mothership.
"Laugh----!!"
Atmospheric pressure, here it comes.
The edge of the fracture zone where the ship's hull was pierced by flesh and blood is at the critical point of pressure breakdown.
Inside the cabin, the high-pressure airflow that was originally circulating internally was forced to crash head-on into the frigid void of outer space through the torn opening.
A sudden, precipitous collapse due to air pressure.
The expanding gas mass was frozen solid by the extreme cold the instant it was drawn away, and water and heavy hydrocarbon molecules sublimated on the spot.
The pressurized gas suddenly surged in the vacuum, then dispersed into a vast ice storm.
A close-up of an ultra-wide format image.
Billions of tiny ice particles violently spun outwards at extremely high speeds.
"Crackling and popping--!"
Hailstorms, unique to ice crystals, descended.
Clang! Clang!
The giant chains stretched and pulled deep within the keel.
The transmission gears on the slide rail were forced to disengage from the safety brake latch.
The dull groans from the friction of heavy machine parts reverberated wildly against the walls of the cabin.
"Do it!!!"
From the shadows, it seemed someone shouted angrily.
The whistling sound of gears disengaging abruptly stopped in mid-air.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of tons of memory recycled lead-steel gate panels rose up in succession, completely covering the huge gap.
"Boom! Clang!!"
Smash it again!
The series of loud bangs shook the entire nearly four-kilometer-long warship.
The wedge at the bottom of the lead plate hammered into the groove of the deck, instantly sending out a shower of sparks like a torrential rain.
"Sizzle!"
Then it rolled out in a charred arc.
The door gap was closed.
Everything in the vacuum was completely sealed off outside the gap by these heavy lead and steel walls.
The color scheme abruptly plunged into a dark silence.
The scene depicts an extreme boundary between darkness and light.
The entire enormous, claustrophobic space suddenly sank into a shadowy aura woven from a dark, cold light and human figures.
Shot from a low angle.
The camera pans rapidly forward, close to the deck.
The black armor resembled a row of jagged ribs, extending from both sides towards the dome, its multifaceted lines creating a sense of oppressive inward movement.
"Smack..."
The exhaust vents on the tens of thousands of biomimetic ribs around the perimeter burst open simultaneously in the same second.
"Click, click, click--!!"
The crisp sounds of the spring flipping and the spring opening the heavy valve mingled together.
"Laugh------!!"
Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of honeycomb-shaped exhaust vents began to freely expel airflow.
Intense, scalding hot.
The stuffy, Krypton -like aura surged into the inner room like a flood.
Inert krypton particles, several times their weight, poured down from the dome like a liquid stream.
In mid-air, it stirred up visible turbulent currents.
The gas was scalding hot and viscous.
It churned into a misty barrier resembling pus and blood, rampaging and filling every inch of space.
At this moment.
The entire row of generators at the rear is fully overloaded.
Then a muffled buzzing sound erupted!
"Buzz------!!"
The gravity core, buried deep within the deck structure, began to rotate.
Five times the pressure of Earth... crashed down!
Right at the end of this swirling, thick fog.
"Tread."
A combat boot clicked.
The sole of the boot crushed the debris with a "crack," turning the metal fragments into iron powder a second time.
The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached.
The copper-colored mist slowly split to the sides as it moved, carried by the air currents it created.
Soon, a dark shadow, stretched nearly two meters tall by the exoskeleton armor, slowly revealed its outline in the depths of the thick fog.