The black border of the 70mm film slowly fades away at the two extremes of the field of vision.
Then, like a savage force, it was pushed to its limit.
The heart of the deep pit.
The broken beams lay jagged like dog teeth, and crimson steel shavings fell silently down along the twisted I-beam cross-section.
Then it falls into the coke heap, scorching up wisps of pungent smoke.
Zod knelt on the spot.
The battle armor that had accompanied him through countless battles across numerous star systems was now showing signs of cracking after being violently struck by ten walls.
The latches on both sides of the face dangled in mid-air, and the pressure relief valve slowly released the internal air pressure before shutting off.
This is Earth.
The oxygen-rich air, carrying scorching hot fumes, rushed straight into Zod's respiratory tract.
It pierced his throat, bronchi, and lungs.
That prime-age yellow star hung in the sky, especially given the location of the tall buildings.
They were born closer to that bright sun...
There are no shields to block the way here.
There was also no mothership matrix for refraction.
Billions of naked photons, like a torrent of gilded metal, poured from his skin, cornea, and blood vessels, penetrating deep into his flesh.
It penetrates everywhere.
"Uh... ho--!!"
A low growl, like tearing silk, echoed between Zod's blood-stained teeth.
The mirror's perspective is severed at this moment:
In the distance, the collapsing buildings stretch and recede at an extremely fast speed in the depth of the scene.
In the very center of the painting, Zod's face, with its bluish-black veins and bloodshot eyes, appears infinitely magnified outside the frame.
Sensory overload.
Tens of thousands of uncompiled sound waves and Spectrum are transformed into billions of endless streams of information.
It forcefully carved into his core.
Auricle, eardrum, cochlea...
He heard it!
Three seas away.
The Heartbeats of Young Children and the Elderly in Underground Air Raid Shelters
Seven kilometers away.
Minor vibrations from steam impacts in the cooling tower of a coastal power plant.
The entire underground sewage network is filled with the clattering sound of millions of gallons of turbid water crashing against the pipes.
As tens of thousands fled in panic, the sand beneath their feet crunched through the fine dust...
All sounds rang out, transforming into ten thousand steel needles that pierced the brain.
Not only that.
The cells on the surface of the retina begin to disintegrate under the scorching yellow sunlight, and then recombine at an even more violent rate.
The chaotic stacking of ultraviolet and infrared hot spots dissects the megastructure into a semi-transparent skeleton.
The free-floating electrical charges in the void transformed into billions of fire snakes that coiled and roamed.
Something seems to be swelling up.
Strength, spirit, wound healing...
And at that very moment.
The yellow fear lurking deep within Zod's mind sensed this rage, and the "deliciousness" that had begun to sprout from its very tip came into play.
It was drooling, eager to devour the food.
soon,
The yellow phosphorescence then unknowingly began to swirl quietly in Zod's eyes.
Like tens of thousands of streams of poisoned yellow liquid transforming into a kaleidoscope of mirrored flowers, then manifesting as overlapping, worm-like chants:
"A lonely, heartless vengeful spirit..."
"Our home planet is extinguished, our people are all gone... That unwavering conviction, that conscience, is nothing but a noose around our necks..."
"Let go... embrace this hard-won power, and sow fear across this desolate graveyard..."
They attacked each other, both internally and externally.
Zod's body began to convulse violently, his ten fingers digging deeply into the foundation behind him like hooks.
Even the hardest stone can be directly crushed into powder:
"Crack... Snap!"
It's not time yet!
He is the only one selected by Kryptonian, conceived using tens of thousands of years of Star Wars experience as a template.
Every chromosome in his genes was created to Extremis, adapt Extremis, and conquer Extremis.
"Laugh--"
Zod bit his tongue hard, and dark blood dripped down his chin.
Use pain to calm the mind and maintain clarity.
The yellow substance was too sinister; he dared not gamble on it, and was even more afraid of getting lost in this unprecedented, illusory delusion.
Now, another opportunity for a comeback is at hand.
He simply closed his eyes.
With absolute calm and coldness, I forcefully suppressed and choked back the chaotic delusions in my mind.
In an instant, the complexities sank to the bottom of the abyss.
The second burst of energy, a frenzied madness locked into the outside of focus.
The Three Strikes... unleash the cells within the body that have been dormant for nearly a century, like a parched ancient plain meeting a raging fire.
It greedily and savagely devoured the yellow photons.
Embrace it all!
Next second.
A dark golden heat began to surge deep within Zod's body.
At the site of the injury, the broken bones began to heal.
Then it made a popping sound like popping beans.
Burns to the chest and abdomen cause the skin to scab and peel off at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The physical body was suddenly revived under the starlight.
His figure subtly grew several inches taller, exuding an immense sense of imposing presence.
Zod slowly raised his eyes.
Dust and smoke filled the air tens of meters away.
John hovered in mid-air, his hands in his suit pockets.
The pristine shirt was billowing in the strong wind.
He lowered his eyes, looking down at the large figure rising from the ruins.
A hint of scrutiny appeared in his pale blue eyes.
For John, the " Krypton " race was more like a script, a set of cards, that he was playing.
According to Lucifer, his life trajectory in this world will mostly follow this "script".
Since the goal is to save Old Joe, and since there's no way to escape this "fate"...
Then let's examine it from the most basic perspective and understand it.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
It's still better than the starting point of " Homelander ".
Yes, let's start by understanding how it "works" --
As for Zod, isn't he a ready-made example?
Even the appearance of Zod...
On the contrary, it greatly reduced the tension that had been building up in John's heart.
Thinking of this, John turned his head slightly.
His lips slowly twitched upwards, revealing his signature fake smile.
Zod remained standing in the same spot.
However, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes completely faded away.
Instead, two balls of rage, fueled by hatred, blazed forth.
He crouched slightly.
The foundation beneath their feet suddenly sank into a pit several meters in diameter.
"Thump!!"
The sound exploded.
Zod's figure instantly vanished from his original position.
The dozens of remaining ruins were propelled several meters into the air by the negative pressure created by the sonic boom.
Immediately afterwards, it transformed into a black, furious arrow, its two fists clasped together like a mountain-splitting hammer.
He slashed down fiercely, aimed right at John's face!