Fear itself contains despair.
It is the best fuel.
Moreover, it can originate from the victim themselves, or...
The sacrificial offerings are waiting on the side.
Zod turned his head slightly, his eyes, which shone with a murky yellow light, slowly landing on the two broken seats at the edge of the main control panel.
One man and one woman.
The two had just been affected by the huge shockwave, and had previously received a large dose of radiation sedatives.
He had fallen into a semi-comatose state.
"Hehe..."
Zod raised his left hand.
Two sticky yellow beams flew past like knives, instantly materializing into solid light blades that severed the seatbelts in the blink of an eye.
Then, it coalesced into a giant hand, pulling the two people directly into the air before slamming them heavily onto the deck three meters away.
There was a muffled "thud".
The pain from the fall and the cold air rushing into the cabin made the two of them shiver, but they quickly regained their senses.
The female technician opened her eyes first.
But the scene before her eyes left her mind blank.
The neat and bright operating hall is gone.
Outside the viewing window, the entire blue planet resembled a giant arc wall, with burning crimson waves crashing straight towards it.
And just a few steps away in front of her.
A tall, yet somewhat deformed, familiar figure stood there.
This is... General Zod?
It was him, no doubt...
After all, this face was once printed in the most prominent position in all the books and light screens of the home planet.
The first history lesson every Krypton child learns in school is looking up to this person—
The commander who led the First Fleet and swept across the star sector.
But at this moment, she seemed somewhat unrecognizable.
Thick, yellow fog, like stagnant bodily fluids, clung to the cracked steel plates, billowing and churning, carrying a strange, sulfurous odor.
Zod stood at the deepest point of the fog.
Several thick, dark-colored bone spurs protruded diagonally from both sides of his spine and below his shoulder blades.
The edges of the bone spurs were covered with barbs, and the tips were covered with stringy mucus that rose and fell with each breath.
Not far away.
Zod lowered his head, his yellowish eyes fixed on that spot.
His face was expressionless.
His gaze first fell on the female technician's confused face, then moved slightly away.
Then it landed on the man lying beside her, clutching his chest and gasping for breath.
Then he smiled.
It's terrifying.
"General...?"
At this moment, the male technician, who was slowly waking up, also propped himself up.
"General... Black Zero's engine has been damaged, and it's plummeting. We must eject the escape pods..."
"Um..."
Zod gave a slow hum and gradually straightened up.
His tall, imposing figure cast a deep shadow, enveloping the two men in it.
Take a step forward.
Immediately afterwards, Zod's left hand shot out and, like an iron clamp, viciously gripped the male technician's neck.
Then he lifted him off the deck and into the air!
"Uh... General?"
The male technician, already somewhat oxygen-deprived, had no foothold and could only kick his legs desperately in the air.
Besides suffocation, the man's eyes also held a mixture of fear, astonishment, and confusion...
Why?
As a unified whole, they traveled across light-years, carrying the hopes of their entire race's revival as they arrived here.
They had sworn an oath to be loyal to Zod.
But why, at this moment, is it not the so-called enemy who's grabbing his neck...?
Or is it the commander-in-chief?
Zod sensed confusion in the technician's eyes.
But he didn't explain; he simply stared blankly into his despairing eyes and calmly said:
"The imperial order... needs to be rebuilt."
As she spoke, her fingernails slowly pierced his skin:
"I need you... to be of last use."
That's all!
"Snap!!"
A crisp cracking sound suddenly rang out in the cabin.
Ruthless and swift!
Zod's wrist twisted sharply in the opposite direction, then suddenly turned inward!
The technician's cervical spine was twisted into a pretzel shape.
His eyes bulged out, and his tongue stuck out.
Two streams of tears, mixed with nosebleed, streamed down her cheeks.
Then its limbs twitched twice, and it slumped down limply.
"Uh..."
In the last second before his consciousness succumbed to eternal night.
The collapse of faith, shock, despair of betrayal...
All of it transformed into thick fogs of extremely pure fear.
It gushed out from his wide-open eyes, nostrils, mouth, and the remaining four orifices!
"Hiss... Hah..."
Zod took a deep, greedy breath.
That shimmering, foul yellow gas, like flowing water, was inhaled into his nasal cavity with satisfaction and enjoyment!
"Hahahaha!!"
Zod's bone spurs burst open again with a popping sound, and his size increased dramatically.
The yellow arcs of electricity on his body grew even more intense.
At this moment, the camera pans.
From the female technician's perspective.
" Mar..."
That familiar face was now slumped to one side.
He died with his eyes wide open, his pupils swollen, staring straight up at the sky, dark, hot blood still gushing from his nose and the corners of his mouth.
She was stunned.
Zod... he was the most revered commander she had always considered her ideal since childhood.
But now, this man who was supposed to save them and revive their race...
He stood in the thick yellow fog, greedily inhaling the yellow smoke rising from the corpses of his compatriots.
Her world collapsed.
Fear, fear, is no longer an abstract word.
Instead, it transformed into a tangible ice spike, coldly piercing into the internal organs.
Her jaw clenched violently, her teeth chattering.
Horror shot straight to the back of her head, robbing her of control over her entire body.
She wanted to back away, to shrink into the shadows.
But his legs had lost all support and were completely paralyzed.
Only two thin heels remained, twitching futilely in the flowing blood.
He was completely unable to move.
At that moment, Zod turned his head.
Those increasingly cloudy, yellowish eyes looked down at her.
Just one glance.
A surge of scalding heat suddenly overcame his instincts.
The uniform darkened and became heavy at a visible rate, and large, shiny, wet stains appeared.
"Drip, drip... tap..."
A thin layer of frost had already formed on the deck.
The scalding liquid immediately rose up in a wisp of steam, which quickly spread through the air.
The thick yellow water spilled onto the iron grille, forming a large puddle that swayed and flowed slowly across it.
It crashed directly into the still-wet puddle of blood beneath Mar.
It blended into a murky, bubbly, yellowish-brown muddy surface, reflecting the raging red flames burning wildly outside the porthole.
Zod turned around and took a step.
The heavy combat boots sank into the filth, splashing up a few drops of dirt.
But he remained unmoved, slowly extending his bony hand and grabbing directly at the woman whose face was ashen.
His prediction was indeed correct.
The woman exuded a fragrance that belonged only to those with a high level of fear... it was incredibly strong.
Once he drains her dry, he will have enough fear energy to deal with the scourge of Carl El, the traitor.
"Uh... ho... ho..."
At this moment, the woman curled herself up tightly into a ball.
Tears, snot, and saliva covered his entire face, and his body convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably.
Zod was now less than three inches from the woman's neck.
"Thump!!!!"
And it was at this moment.
A loud explosion suddenly erupted from the ruins behind the hall!
Immediately afterwards, a stumble followed, and a slender figure burst forth from the pile of rubble.
Faora, her eyes bloodshot, charged forward.
Immediately afterwards, her arms, like red-hot iron clamps, tightly hugged Zod's arms from behind!
"Stop!!"