The perspective shifts back to Earth, deep within the ruins of Metropolis, where the air is thick with the pungent smell of blood and burning.
That dark red, fleshy canopy that blotted out the sky seemed to slowly writhe like some indescribable ancient creature, its giant, still-open eyes coldly scrutinizing the ground.
Just minutes ago, the more than 40,000 Lesser Doomsday that plunged the entire Earth into despair and caused the military forces of various countries to collapse one after another, were reduced to grayish-white ashes without even leaving a scream under the onslaught of the flesh-and-blood sky curtain.
Although those terrifying crimson tentacles that filled the sky had long since retreated back into the heavens.
But Faora remained frozen in place, maintaining her original pose.
The metal combat boot that was pressing down on Clark's chest was trembling slightly and uncontrollably.
As a soldier who had undergone Krypton's rigorous selection process and possessed warrior genes, her mind should have been filled only with cold military orders and calm thinking.
But looking at the indescribable, terrifying sky above, a shiver of fear, stemming from biological instinct, crept over his entire body like a bone-deep infection.
She swallowed hard, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead.
Bottom of the deep pit.
Clark was breathing heavily, his chest heaving with each breath.
His gaze passed over Faora's stiff face and fixed on the grayish-white powder that had fallen to the ground.
My first thought was: I'm saved!
The rest of the city's inhabitants were saved; they would not be devoured alive by those monsters.
But the thought that every single speck of dust that danced in the air was once a living, breathing human being made his heart clench as if it were being squeezed tightly.
Those were the lives of hundreds of thousands of people who originally had families and futures.
Just like that, it's gone.
Does he hate that disgusting, dark red membrane in the sky?
I don't hate.
If that flesh-and-blood canopy doesn't intervene, all of humanity will perish alongside these mutated monsters.
The other party is cleaning up this irreparable mess for them.
He only hated himself.
I hate that I have all this strength, but I can't use it or be of any use when it matters.
If he had done better, could he have saved these lives?
An unprecedentedly violent rage, ignited by guilt, burned from the depths of his being.
This anger transformed into a tangible heat, surging through his veins and causing his eyes to glow with an intensely Heat Vision light.
"Get out of here!"
Clark let out a low growl and grabbed Faora's ankles with both hands.
With an unrestrained burst of power, he twisted his waist and flung Faora, who was standing on his chest, away like a rag doll.
The heavy metal combat boots plowed a deep trench tens of meters long into the asphalt road.
Faora rolled around in the ruins a dozen times, barely managing to kneel down and steady herself when Clark's terrifyingly powerful fist came crashing down on her head.
Bang!!
She had no room to hide.
Faora's prized fighting skills were rendered useless against an enraged Superman.
She was like a cannonball, crashing through seven or eight dilapidated buildings behind her and plunging into the depths of a smoke-filled underground parking lot in the distance.
Clark crouched in the center of the ruins, the red light in his eyes not only not fading, but burning even brighter.
Gotham City, Batcave.
Bruce sat in front of the computer, his fingers frozen in mid-air as he typed.
No telomere recombination analysis was performed.
No vulnerability scan data.
Even his most relied-upon tactical simulations and financial resources became nothing more than a pile of waste paper in the face of this super life form that transcended human comprehension.
How can we fight like this?
Do you use Batarang to trim someone's toenails?
Bruce's hand clenched, his back teeth grinding together. He had to make a plan!
On the edge of the Metropolis.
Wonder Woman Diana sheathed the Godkiller, her arm slowly hanging down, the tip of the sword resting on the cracked asphalt road.
Diana looked up, gazing intently at the sky.
"What... what is this?"
In the ruins of the Coast City.
Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern, landed squarely on a half-broken load-bearing column.
The Green Lantern Ring on his right hand, which had been glowing brightly, now only emitted a faint fluorescent flicker.
He wiped the cold sweat from his face, looked at the sky that had turned completely dark red, and still couldn't hold back.
"This is ridiculous! What the hell?"
Just now he thought those regenerable Doomsday were the end of the world.
Now it seems those grayish-white monsters that only knew how to bite people were as docile as pet dogs.
Global Defense Command.
The spacious and brightly lit monitoring hall was completely silent, with only the hum of the server water cooling system breaking the silence.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the Earth model on the central screen, which had turned completely red.
Those red dots representing sources of infection were instantly cleared with a single click.
Instead, a super-energy reaction covering the entire Earth occurred, with a magnitude similar to the previously discovered supermassive black hole at the center of the Milky Way.
An operator responsible for pressing the nuclear strike button didn't know what to do and could only stare blankly at the main seat.
The supreme commander, seated in the main seat, could only maintain a blank, thoughtful expression.
Why are you all looking at me like that? What do you expect me to say? If I told you, would you dare to go?
Outside the atmosphere.
Three heavy Krypton landing ships, spewing plasma tails, are attempting to enter Earth.
"Warning! A high-density barrier of unidentified bioactive substances has been detected ahead. The landing craft is unable to land!"
Upon hearing this, Zod's forehead veins throbbed, and he clenched his back teeth.
He looked down through the panoramic porthole of the cockpit.
The once azure planet has now been completely transformed into a disgusting, dark red ball of flesh.
The thick, fleshy canopy, like a placenta wrapped around an eggshell, completely isolates Earth from outer space.
The spaceship's main cannon tentatively fired a few high-energy beams, which, apart from causing a slow, writhing ripple on the flesh membrane, produced no reaction whatsoever.
I can't get in at all.
Zod gripped the joystick so tightly he almost crushed the metal into pulverized iron. The hope of saving Krypton was right in front of him!
"General, this layer of flesh seems to be a huge living thing. If we force our way through, the spaceship's external armor will be dissolved and absorbed in less than ten seconds."
The operator's voice trembled, filled with uncontrollable panic.
Zod slammed his hand on the control panel. "Shut up! I have eyes!"
He is now in a dilemma.
The mothership has been destroyed.
If he doesn't rush in and take Carl away, and obtain the Genetic Codex that represents the future of Krypton, he will be nothing more than a homeless ghost in the universe for the rest of his life.
The obsession with rebuilding Krypton must not be extinguished here.
Since that terrifying monster is chasing after that freak covered in bone spurs, it certainly won't be able to care about the ordinary people on the ground for the time being.
Zod took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his inner turmoil. "Scan the weakest point of this biomembrane. Concentrate all firepower and see if we can create a passage!"