[ Insight!]
The view suddenly widens, sweeping straight across the bustling east coast.
Moving wildly westward along the spine of the North American Continent!
Passing through the rolling dark clouds.
Crossing the rugged Appalachian Mountains.
Skimming across the winding, ribbon-like waterways of the Mississippi River.
The wide-angle lens suddenly narrowed, abruptly plunging into a soft, tranquil expanse of wheat fields.
Kansas, Smallville.
The afternoon sun in late summer still carried a hint of dry sweetness.
In the vast cornfield, a gentle breeze blows, and the broad leaves rustle against each other with a soft "shush".
In front of a somewhat dilapidated farmyard.
A faint warmth wafted through the kitchen's screen window.
At the wooden dining table, a middle-aged woman with graying temples was wearing a cotton apron.
She carefully picked up a baking tray.
The pie crust in the dish was baked to an enticing golden brown, with fine droplets of oil gently rolling on the surface of the jam, releasing an irresistible aroma.
Jonathan had a cheap cigarette dangling from his mouth.
His calloused hands gripped the doorframe as he gazed blankly at the dark disc in the sky.
My heart is pounding.
"Fuck..."
John closed his eyes, his veins bulging.
He slowly pulled his hands out of his trouser pockets.
"You'd better have a way..."
"Lower deck, section three... The chassis has an emergency gravity braking anchor."
Faora knelt on the deck, weakly clutching her lower abdomen.
After the mask was removed, sunlight and a high concentration of Earth's oxygen filled her body.
Cell rupture.
It was an excruciating, cramping pain.
"Under the chassis, on the left side of the main cooling shaft, there are two manual brake pins!"
By manually severing the weight and forcibly adjusting the gravitational counterweight, half of the downward kinetic energy can be offset, compressing the impact zone into...
Faora hadn't even finished speaking.
The moment John heard the first few keywords while he was in mid-air, [ Insight ] was activated in his rapidly working brain.
Coordinates locked.
Structural analysis.
[00:09:21]
The estimated countdown appeared in my mind.
The brakes suddenly applied, and my field of vision was completely obscured.
"Thump----!!"
The void beneath John's feet, which had been still, suddenly exploded into a white-incandescent ring.
The air was instantly evacuated into a vacuum by the violently collapsing Bioelectric Field, and the raging wake crushed everything in its path.
The scattered fragments around it were blown away like falling leaves!
Evaporate on the spot.
To the naked eye, only a barely observable line of movement remains, a line that jumps and rotates...
It continued until it penetrated the several-meter-thick compartment below, heading towards the deepest part of the chassis!
"Thump--!!"
The recoil blast hit us in the face.
"... But the superconducting catheter... cough!"
A fierce wind swept across, accompanied by a sonic boom.
Time resumes its flow.
Faora was thrown backwards and slid several meters.
The surge of adrenaline in his body was released in that instant.
The backlash from the photons' brutal bombardment of the nerves, mixed with the previous shock to the internal organs, launched a furious counterattack.
"Puff--!!"
He vomited blood again.
"Hah... cough cough..."
Faora curled up in pain, pressing her hands to her chest.
Each time he gasped for air, a sharp, internal pain shot through him.
"Well..."
Faora let out a rough gasp, her gaze straining to focus on the empty, deep pit in the center of the hall.
She was about to prop herself up on her arms.
"Boom!!"
A hundred meters away, the deep crater, which had been collapsed and piled up like ruins by the Heat Vision, suddenly exploded with a loud bang.
Smoke and dust dissipated!
Soaring into the sky!
The bright red molten water splashed everywhere!
A massive, ferocious shadow, covered entirely in black bone-like scales, stepped out from the scorched earth of the ruins!
It's Zod.
Half of his face was burned away by the Heat Vision, revealing charred skin and white bones.
The two engulfed yellow flames flickered Blip out.
In the blink of an eye, the massive body lowered sharply as it caught Faora's silhouette.
The force of the staggered steps grounds the ground, penetrating the spine!
The next moment.
Its massive body swept away like a meteor, brutally and relentlessly attacking from the sky!
quick!
A strong wind hits your face!
Faora's bloodshot pupils suddenly contracted.
All that came into view was a rapidly enlarging beastly shadow.
She could only instinctively use her hands to block.
"Bang----!!!!"
With a burst of ferocious brute force, the blow struck Faora's body without any doubt.
In less than half a second, that fierce force penetrated through the muscles and bones.
Immediately afterwards, Faora's entire body was lifted off the ground by the enormous kinetic energy impact and flew sideways!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!!"
The camera cuts abruptly.
The hatch of the third chassis shattered inwards like paper under the violent impact.
The foehn wind and the stench of burning flesh assaulted our senses.
John's face darkened, he stopped in his tracks, and his boots stepped onto the red-hot iron plate.
By this time, the entire lower deck had become a sea of fire, a mixture of dark blue flames.
As the giant ship plummeted, a terrifying gust of air suddenly pressed down, causing the supporting pillars to creak and groan in unison.
[ Insight ]
There was no intact pin on the left side of the main cooling shaft that Faora mentioned.
Those two thick bolts, each as thick as several people could hug, had already deformed during the series of riots, and their parts were scattered all over the ground.
Even the transmission gears at the bottom were crushed into a solid lump of iron by the rampaging gravitational field.
John's eyes darkened slightly.
A deep blue light burst forth from in front of him, then narrowed to the size of a pinhead, rippled with countless intricate geometric light trails.
Soon, these light trails began to combine autonomously.
The sea of fire and the raging winds were instantly stripped away and faded from his vision.
The entire third chassis was disassembled into countless semi-transparent three-dimensional grids and particle flow patterns.
[ Insight ]
[Fragmentation rate of gravity-damped well: 99.4%]
[Weight element pipeline: vaporized]
After analysis, only one result was returned:
It's completely broken.
"Hold..."
John cursed angrily.
The parts are missing, and the levers are broken.
"Damn it... how can this Kryptonian Spaceship be so rubbish..."
While gritting his teeth and cursing, John's gaze drifted to the upper right corner.
A scarlet countdown.
[Distance from ground window: 00:05:59]
Six minutes.
The ship, weighing 230 million tons, passed through the stratosphere at a speed of fourteen times the speed of sound.
With each passing second, the potential energy it accumulates increases exponentially.
John closed his eyes.
Countless pale blue parabolas suddenly intertwined in my mind, and I began to deduce their patterns.
If Black Zero continues to fall at its current acceleration until it is within a kilometer of the ground...
Even if the impact were stopped a second before impact, the sudden release of air pressure would be enough to scrape three meters off the surface of the entire Metropolis!
The shockwave and the stress from the secondary explosion will, within minutes, blast Kansas into the East African Rift Valley along the fault line.
so.
The reverse interception must be completed before the warship enters the lower troposphere and reaches the critical point where it is exactly 1200 meters from the surface.
John only had a limited amount of time to brake.
[Thirty-seven seconds]