Next second!
Their bodies began to arch violently like cooked shrimp, their pupils rolling upwards in extreme pain.
In an instant.
His pupils faded, becoming empty, filled only with killing intent.
Then, Zod placed the energy of fear he had extracted from them in his palm, which then collapsed and solidified.
Then--
"Buzz--!!"
In the void, a heavy halberd, over ten feet long and crackling with pale yellow sparks, materialized out of thin air.
(To avoid misunderstanding, let me explain again: yellow light also has the function of condensing solids.)
Before the halberd blade even moved, the immense pressure emanating from it had already driven away the surrounding exhaust fumes.
"Soldiers... this is a traitor to the tribe, execute him with all your might."
Zod said coldly.
Immediately afterwards, the giant halberd slashed through the air, pointing directly in the direction where John was.
At Zod's command, eleven "puppets" sprang into action simultaneously.
"Knock knock!!!"
The combat boots slammed against the deck, blotting out the sky as they lunged at John was suspended in mid-air.
John raised an eyebrow.
"That's interesting..."
To him, these Kryptonian posed a negligible threat.
But John didn't intend to kill him.
After all, looking at the future, this might be the best herd of cattle and horses...
Old Joe's fate shouldn't be left to him alone.
Moreover... it is said that each Kryptonian has a different role, so perhaps their physical abilities are also different.
Let's take this opportunity to give it a try.
Thinking of this, John wildly swung his right arm through the air, unleashing a ring of energy, his five fingers as hard as iron, and fiercely thrusting forward!
"Pfft!"
Then the Qi (vital energy) settles down.
Bioelectric Field surged forth from all around him like a tidal wave!
The first infantryman who pounced on John's face formed claws with both hands and dug straight for his face.
John swayed slightly, his left arm moving like a dragon exploring the sea, striking first despite being behind.
The edge of his palm cut into the gap between his two wrists, and then forcefully pushed outwards!
"Unload!"
Both wrists dislocated instantly.
Immediately afterwards, John used the momentum to hook the back of his neck, lower his waist and twist his body, using the force and momentum.
Using that massive body, weighing over several hundred pounds, as a shield, he swung it across the air!
"Thump!!"
The sounds of impact exploded one after another.
The two Kryptonian who had surrounded them from both sides were smashed head-on and sent flying several feet backward in unison.
Then he was violently embedded in the bulkhead, and collapsed unconscious.
At that moment, a sudden, fierce, fishy wind swept overhead.
John glanced at it.
Four Kryptonian pushed off the board with both feet and swooped down from the four corners above.
With arms crossed and working in an orderly fashion, they clamped down on John's shoulders, throat, and ribs like four iron locks!
"Damn... so you're a strongman who locks up men, huh?"
A fierce glint flashed in John's eyes.
It does not retreat, but instead counter-shocks.
He stood on the ground with both feet, his chest suddenly straightened, and the force field violently shattered.
"Open!!"
The force was overwhelming and uncontrollable.
The four Kryptonian didn't even touch the hem of John's suit before being thrown into the air by the overwhelming force of the recoil.
With a flick of their will, their internal organs trembled, and they all coughed up a mouthful of foul blood.
Their muscles and bones ached, and they were thrown to the ground a distance like Chiaotzu being dropped into a pot, unable to move.
Eight henchmen remained.
John flashed away, leaving only a fleeting afterimage.
Within a space that infinitely approaches the point where time stands still.
John moved with the ease of a stroll, weaving through flowers and trees amidst the encirclement of several men.
To avoid accidentally killing these "treasures," John carefully controlled his strength.
Chop palm, counterattack, knockback, sweep leg.
In just a few breaths, he had several Kryptonian blown apart, their bones broken and flying through the air.
They then scattered and collapsed on the deck, all of them incapacitated.
Just as John was about to clap his hands and leave work, a blurry figure suddenly appeared.
"Die!!"
Zod roared, holding his halberd upside down in one hand, and with the entire ship crashing down, he slashed fiercely down from the void!
The air is distorted.
The next second, the dark yellow battle halberd tore open a crack more than ten feet wide.
It was about to fall onto John's hair.
"When----!!!!"
Time flies.
Immediately following was a deafening, booming sound.
John dodged it, but he didn't completely avoid it.
With a quick dodge, the halberd blade struck John squarely in the forearm.
The yellow and black fear pollution transformed into tangible arcs of electricity, violently surging inwards along John's skin.
"Roll!!"
Since the Battle of the White House, John has never had a good impression of attackers.
The next second, his eyes suddenly turned red, and two condensed scarlet streaks burst forth from his face!
The blood-red light, thousands of degrees Celsius in temperature, struck the handle of the halberd squarely!
"Snap!!"
The battle halberd, formed from the energy of fear, was severed and melted by John's gaze.
It turned into countless shards of light.
However, within arm's reach, the energy flow generated by the collision of the two terrifying energies formed a ring-shaped downward vertical flow that penetrated through the air.
Then it melted the main supporting beam beneath their feet and directly blasted the high-pressure cooling pipe at the bottom of the hall.
"Ka la la la la--!!"
Soon, the last keel supporting the lower level broke.
Upon detection of a broken keel, alarms sounded immediately inside the bridge.
[Damage level of main load-bearing beam: 100%]
[Altitude: 80,000 feet... We have entered the edge of the thermosphere...]
[Earth gravity capture rate: 100%]
[Estimated impact time: 0.5 times Earth time]
Through the massive, hundred-meter-wide viewing window in the center of the main control hall, the vast and magnificent view of deep space disappeared.
Instead, a huge, straight, azure curved surface dominates the entire field of vision!
Atmospheric friction has begun.
The " Black Zero," which is four kilometers long and weighs over tens of millions of tons, is cutting into the dense atmosphere at an initial velocity of Mach 30.
Under intense friction with the high temperature of the air, the bow hull had already turned a bright red.
Countless long fragments were torn apart and fell off in the gale.
Then it transformed into a blazing meteor trailing an extremely long tail, crashing violently towards the earth below.
"Damn... how can this spaceship be so poorly made?"
John, who had just dodged Zod's attack, happened to witness this scene.
The sky has fallen.
The terrain below looks like Metropolis.
And what if this giant ship crashes down?
The entire Metropolis, including the continental shelf of the three surrounding states...
[ Insight ]
This four-kilometer-long starship, despite having a large number of hollow structures inside, has an effective load-bearing mass—
It remains in the range of 200 to 300 million tons.
Although air resistance in the lower atmosphere will cause it to decelerate aerodynamically.
However, under the terrifying ballistic coefficient, the starship's final impact speed upon hitting the Earth's surface will be locked between approximately Mach 11 and 14.
At the moment of impact with the Earth's surface, the pure physical kinetic energy it releases can even reach 2.5 × 10⁸ joules.
The Insight provides a simple conclusion.
Its power is equivalent to ten times that of the " Tsar Bomba," the largest nuclear test in human history.
Or perhaps 30,000 times the flair of the "naturally friendly" handsome guy in Hiroshima.
what does that mean?
That means half the population on Earth would die...
This includes the entire America, the Metropolis, and my own two elderly relatives.
Thinking of this, John's heart tightened, and he was about to burst out.
But at that moment, a heavy pressure descended heavily from above his head.
Zod, stepping on the yellow phosphorescent flames in the void, stomped heavily on John's chest from above!
"When!!"
John was blasted back to another slab by this powerful blow.
Immediately afterward, three Krypton soldiers behind Zod, who were still capable of moving, suddenly attacked again.
They all rushed towards the direction John was in.
I said...
Zod's eyes were cloudy and yellowish.
"To be buried with my New Krypton..."
But deep down, Zod knew this wouldn't last long.
John's strength was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
Based solely on the remaining Parallax Energy at present?
They simply couldn't completely suppress the enemy in the final two minutes before the warship crashed.
Therefore, he needs more fuel.
It requires the purest, most intense, instinctive fear.
What is that?
It is -- death.