"Let go! General... Open your eyes and see clearly who she is!!"
Faora's hands, reeking of blood and rust, were firmly gripped on Zod's forearms, which were covered in black bone.
Under the force of the wrapping, the sharp exoskeleton quickly pierced her palm.
Blood flowed incessantly for a time.
"Thirty years... We've been adrift in the dark depths of space for a full thirty years!"
Faora tilted her head back, her mask filled with coughed-up blood and foam.
His bloodshot eyes stared intently at Zod's sunken eye sockets.
For thirty years, he was exiled in the boundless sea of stars, facing the cold and lonely depths of space.
What sustained her and the entire advance team was this figure that always stood tall at the forefront of the bridge.
Even if the spaceship stalls, even if it faces annihilation.
In her mind, Zod was still the soldier who stood at the top of the empire and cared for his fellow countrymen.
"We carry the epitaph of our entire home planet, not merely to eke out a living in this land..."
Like a carrion-eating Beast, it twists and crushes the spines of its compatriots!
Let's count... how many people are left?!
The veins on her arms bulged, and despite the excruciating pain of bone spurs piercing her palms, she frantically pulled backward.
Faora tried to find a sliver of reason in those sunken eyes.
Even if it's just for a fleeting moment of clarity and emotion.
However, no.
Zod simply lowered his head slowly.
Deep within the eye sockets beneath the brow bone, two murky yellow flames swirled slowly, without a trace of emotion.
"Let go, that's not how you settle accounts... Faora, this is a military order."
Zod spoke.
The overlapping, hoarse sounds rubbed against each other, buzzing in the trembling cabin.
"But that doesn't mean attacking our own kind!"
Faora tightened her grip again.
"You already tried a coup on your home planet, but what were the consequences... We spent thirty years in the Phantom Zone!"
Moreover, this bottom line... is the oath you swore when you personally handed me the sword before Parliament."
Only those who are alive have the right to talk about bottom lines.
Zod's eyelids drooped slightly, and he spoke each word clearly:
"The continuation of civilization does not require weakness."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zod immediately retracted his arm, gathering his strength.
That forearm, covered in black bone, swung outwards with a fierce thud!
A terrifying burst of energy, accompanied by a yellow shockwave, violently detonated!
"Bang!!"
The calloused elbow slammed into Faora's old wound on her chest.
A dull thud of bones breaking!
Faora's already partially sunken breastplate shattered into several flying pieces of gold in this attack.
Immediately afterwards.
She was like a sandbag hit right in the face, flying more than ten meters backward, smashing through several pillars in succession.
Smoke and dust billowed up, and debris flew everywhere.
Surprisingly, Zod used less than half of his strength this time.
It's not because I'm soft-hearted.
This body, embracing fear and devoid of reason, no longer harbors the warmth of former colleagues.
Faora is special.
In the creation chamber of Black Zero's lower deck, the last 30,000 embryonic sparks of Krypton are frozen in time.
According to the corps' wartime regulations at the time.
To prevent individual defection or uncontrollable procedural tampering.
The underlying key of the embryo bank must be double-encrypted by the bioelectric charge of the supreme commander and his adjutant.
In Zod's world...
As long as the spark of hope exists, there will be no worries about making any sacrifices.
Even if the ship crashes to the ground twenty seconds later...
But as long as the two of them are alive.
This would allow them to extract the specially preserved embryos from the wreckage and thaw them under the guidance of the Codex of Life.
But what if Faora's heart stops beating?
The anti-tampering system will instantly determine that the entire gene bank is "out of control" and destroy it on the spot.
This is unacceptable to Zod.
Warships can be smashed to scrap metal, and all life on Earth can be completely wiped out...
But if these embryos were to be "reborn" from the molten wreckage after the war...
She had to live.
After getting rid of Faora, this immutable "variable," Zod turned around and continued his attack.
In the ruins not far away.
Faora's vision blurred, and after struggling to sit up, she just managed to see—
Zod trudged heavily through the filth as he approached his fellow clanswoman, who was slumped in the latrine.
"Cough cough..."
Something inside Faora seemed to have shattered.
She coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Immediately afterwards, the fingernails struggled on the deck, using the leverage to prop themselves up and dig out bloody scratches.
Then!
Despite the excruciating pain from her broken bones, she managed to pull her limp body out of the rubble!
"Hiss..."
Immediately afterwards, Faora gripped the sealing valve with her fingers and forcefully pried it outwards.
"Sizzle--!!"
The pin broke, and the mask fell off.
Next second!
The Earth's atmosphere, rich in oxygen, poured directly into her throat.
The unpurified airflow, like red-hot iron filings, scraped fiercely inside her trachea.
Excruciating pain!
Outside the porthole, the yellow sunlight shone directly in.
It was like a thousand rough steel needles, piercing straight through her constricted pupils.
Under strong light, the capillaries within the retina spread out and burst open over a large area.
Next comes hearing.
The ship was falling, the wind noise tearing through the atmosphere.
Tens of thousands of feet below, the surface cities trembled violently, and the creatures trembled in terror...
It instantly transformed into a terrifying sonic roar, engulfing the entire consciousness.
"Ughh...
As an adjutant, Faora possesses exceptional Insight into things...
The reason why Zod's combat power has increased exponentially.
She had long suspected that this might be closely related to the illumination from the yellow star.
So she decided to take a gamble.
Fortunately, her gamble paid off.
At this moment, Faora was convulsing violently, suffering excruciating pain.
But it was precisely at the critical point that she was on the verge of falling into their clutches.
The withered and depleted cells in her body began to recharge and evolve under the violent infusion of yellow photons.
The muscles were brutally torn apart and then reassembled.
The broken ribs, driven by the rampaging cells, began to heal automatically.
But time is running out.
There wasn't even enough time to adapt.
In the chaotic vision, Faora, relying on instinct, stomped her boots hard across the deformed, upturned edge!
"Thump!!"
Use the momentum! Sprint!
Ground-hugging spree!
Roll over to dissipate force!
Just as Zod's hand was about to touch the woman!
Using the momentum of the roll, Faora forcefully twisted her body on the deck.
The right boot slammed heavily onto the broken keel, sending a trail of charred sparks through the air.
His left arm shot out like lightning, grabbing the back of the female technician's uniform, which was soaked with urine.
"Ugh!"
Faora let out a suppressed growl, straining her waist and abdomen.
Using the centrifugal force from his backward lean, he swung one arm and lifted the limp, convulsing woman into the air.
It whistled and swung backward!
"Clang!"
Next second.
The female technician was precisely thrown into a recessed area at the far end of the hall.
"Get in the tank!"
Immediately afterwards, Faora slammed her hand hard against the panel at the edge of the groove.
The airtight plate on the outer layer of the damage control trench closed with a loud "bang," the sound of the plates snapping shut echoing softly.
After doing all that, Faora swayed violently and went limp.
Before long, a mouthful of warm, black blood with a strong rusty smell finally couldn't be held back and sprayed out in a mist from his mouth.
Then he collapsed to the ground.
Zod closed in on them.
The heavy boots pierced the pool of blood on the deck, and two enormous bone claws emerged from above, then closed together like steel cables.
With a soft "plop," it pierced Faora's shoulder and embedded itself deep into her flesh.
Zod used one arm to lift Faora off the deck.
Then, with a force of several pounds, it slammed heavily onto the supporting structure in the center of the hall.
"Snap!"
Faora's lower back slammed heavily against the hard, cold iron, her body curling up like a boiled shrimp.
Zod looked down at her.
The yellow flames in their eyes cast a sallow glow on their faces.