" Carl El."
Faora's voice was devoid of warmth, condescendingly declaring her judgment.
"Be grateful for your own importance; we came here specifically to save you."
Clark's Adam's apple bobbed. He didn't respond, but slowly turned his head and glanced at the mother and daughter huddled in the corner, trembling.
Then, his gaze went past Faora's shoulder and looked into the distance at the devastated, flame-scorched streets of the Metropolis.
Desperate screams filled the air, and mutated monsters roamed everywhere.
No, I need to stay here to protect them.
Clark's hands clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking.
If even he leaves, the remaining ordinary people in this city will definitely be Carnage.
"I'm sorry, but I can't go with you." Clark took a deep breath, meeting Faora's cold gaze, and tried to negotiate.
"You've seen this disaster too. Earthlings are suffering a terrible biohazard. Krypton possesses technology and power far exceeding theirs. If General Zod could give the order, we could completely save this city first and control these monsters."
His gaze was sincere; even in the face of strong coercion from his compatriots, he still hoped to obtain aid through peaceful means.
But upon hearing these words, Faora's cold face remained unmoved; instead, a hint of undisguised contempt and disgust flashed across it.
Is he showing sympathy for a bunch of insects from a lower planet? Does he even want noble Krypton to be babysitters for Earthlings?
For a pure soldier like Faora, who had undergone brutal genetic selection from childhood and whose mind was filled only with tactics and killing programs, Clark's idea was utterly absurd.
This is too weak! It's a disgrace to Krypton! The hope for Krypton's revival is pinned on someone like this?
Faced with Clark's earnest advice, the physically strong Faora chose the simplest, most direct, and effective method.
Beat him into submission, then drag him back like a dead dog.
"Utterly foolish."
Faora coldly uttered four words, and her figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
boom!
Clark didn't even see the other person's movements clearly before he felt as if his abdomen had been slammed into by a high-speed train traveling at full speed.
Faora's close-combat skills are killing techniques honed in the crucible of countless deaths.
Knee strikes, elbow strikes, and judo throws!
With a precise combo and no unnecessary movements, Clark, who possessed only brute strength, was completely suppressed in a single exchange, resulting in the demolition of several districts in the Metropolis and the destruction of countless projects by Agent Smith.
Just as the battle raged on the battlefield in Metropolis, the Doomsday frenzy around the world also underwent bizarre changes.
The initial 40,000-plus Lesser Doomsday that had just completed their mutations had actually seen their numbers drastically reduced after enduring the first round of bombing raids by various military forces and the desperate resistance of Superman.
Hundreds of relatively fragile monsters were blasted to pieces by various Superman and military artillery.
But the battle lines are now even more precarious than they were at the beginning!
Because of the remaining Doomsday, their combat power is increasing exponentially.
These freaks are incredibly adaptable. Although their numbers have decreased, all of them who survived have become stronger!
Doomsday, which was killed once by the military's advanced technology, healed and grew gray-white bone plates that even depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds could not leave a mark on.
The monster wounded by Wonder Woman with her Sword of Hephaestus spurted out scalding, highly corrosive, and extremely toxic blood, so lethal that it even forced Wonder Woman to retreat.
The war, at this moment, truly entered a hellish level of difficulty.
Meanwhile, inside the underground base of the Laojin Mine.
The red alarm lights in the main control room were still flashing tirelessly.
Chen Mo had one hand in his pocket, while the index finger of his other hand transformed into a dark red tentacle of Blacklight, firmly embedded in the already smoking server motherboard.
Although everyone outside had been thoroughly humiliated by Doomsday, Chen Mo had more important things to do.
Catch that bat, hiding behind all this, manipulating the world.
"They're moving pretty fast, aren't they? They even layered three dolls on top of the agreement."
Chen Mo sneered, a cruel excitement in his eyes.
This the Batman Who Laughs is indeed very good at hiding.
Although Chen Mo's Blacklight Virus was at a level of complete dimensional reduction in terms of data simulation and intrusion intensity, the other side managed to drag out the tracking time until now by relying on various tricky predictions and physical network disconnection mechanisms.
But that's all for now.
You want to test me with 40,000 weakened Doomsday units?
Then I'll just follow the leash and take down your doghouse.
"Finally caught you! Let me see which sewer you're hiding in, you rat..."
As the final encryption protocol was shattered by the data surge transformed from Blacklight, the garbled text on the big screen instantly coalesced and locked into an incredibly precise three-dimensional spatial coordinate.
Chen Mo stared at the frantically flashing red dot, his eyebrows raised high.
Seize the young?
He suddenly raised his head, his gaze piercing through hundreds of meters of rock and thin atmosphere, looking directly into the dark outer space.
That's amazing.
These coordinates are not located in any corner of the Earth.
Instead, it was that massive, mountain-like Kryptonian Krypton hovering in geosynchronous orbit!
"So you've been hanging around here all this time? That's interesting!"
Chen Mo's smile grew wider, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.
No wonder surveillance cameras all over the world couldn't find this guy; he went off to be roommates with aliens.
While unleashing a biohazard crisis on Earth, he hides in Krypton spaceship watching from the sidelines, and might even try to drag Zod's forces into the mess as well.
"You actually think that just because you're hiding in the sky, I can't do anything to you?"
The streets of Metropolis.
Bang--!!
Another thunderous roar followed.
Clark's body crashed down like a cannonball, smashing through several skyscrapers and then smashing a wrecked armored vehicle into a broken piece of scrap metal.
An unprecedented wave of dizziness made him gag, and his bones seemed to be groaning.
Just as he tried to prop himself up with his arms, a heavy, matte, cold-colored metal combat boot slammed down on his chest.
Click.
Clark's ribs seemed to crack slightly as a tremendous force pressed him down again, like a mountain.
Then, with a burst of strength, she stomped Clark directly into a deep pothole in the cracked asphalt road.
Amidst the flying debris, Faora immediately bent down and unleashed a barrage of brutal punches at that young, stubborn face.