Chapter 1338: 33. Silver (Part 1)

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Clark was flying among the stars.
His flying action was not elegant, like a bullet being fired from the barrel, his body was full of power, and his limbs were slightly twisted, full of embarrassment and pain.
He was thrown from the stars to the earth, like throwing a shell or a wooden pile.
"boom"
Under the impact of great power, Superman turned into a falling meteorite. He rubbed against the thin atmosphere of this world at high speed, just like a sky fire, and fell on the ridge of a deserted asteroid.
Like a warhammer wielding by the annihilation giant.
At the moment of landing, the black ridge was pierced like a roar of heavy artillery, and in the roar of rubble, it pierced directly under the cracked ground.
From the sky, to the mountain, to the earth, a straight trace was pierced by this brutal force.
Anything blocking the road was ruthlessly destroyed.
Clark rolled on the ground. He worked hard to move his numb and sore limbs, clasped the ground, let the gravel fall, and the earth torn. At the moment when he finally stopped rolling, he was lying on a giant tens of meters Impact the bottom of the pit.
In the rolling gravel, Clark's nostrils were spurting blood, and his bruised cheeks were extremely embarrassed, like the drunk man who had drunk alcohol was beaten fiercely, every bone on his body Groaning painfully.
And at the moment when he got up hard, keen perception burst out an extreme danger prompt, the instinct of the beating heart, so that Clark fell quickly and sober when he fell, and when he got up, he crossed his arms and blocked him in front of him.
He didn't even have time to dodge.
Immediately, a black light fell from the sky, following the traces of Clark's blast in the world, in a thunder roar, the iron fists clenched left and right on Clark's chest.
"Wow"
At the moment of lethal force contact, Clark's staggered arms defense was defeated, and the second heavy punch hit his heart, making his tough heart almost stop at this moment.
The black spider-web-like cracks quickly spread from the foot of Superman to the world in all directions.
Just like a sudden earthquake.
This land is like being hit by a giant's double boxing.
In a wave of vibrations, the sound of bursting and breaking came from under the rift valley, and the earth and heavy stones flew into the air, and then hit the ground under the traction of gravity.
After all the power of this punch was dissipated, a kilometer-long rift was formed in the rolling dust of the entire barren plain, and the terrain change of tens of thousands of years was completed in seconds.
The cracks and collapses of the huge mountains and the broad plains caused a small range of climate change, and the gray smoke that was completely different from the earth rolled up into large clusters of dust on the rift valley, and the gravel that was bombarded into the sky swayed uncontrollably. .
They block the light from the stars, leaving the world in a few minutes, as if they were covered with a dim gauze.
This is quite a strange sight that alien world should have.
It is hard to imagine that this posture of changing the world was created by pure power rather than more mysterious magic.
Heavenly Father is a hurdle after all.
No matter what kind of power, the pure brute force derived from the body, or the magic accumulated on the mysterious road, once you cross the level of Heavenly Father, you will get a reborn change.
The soldiers who walk the way of power, after creating the body of the Heavenly Father, are not necessarily inferior to the elegant and noble Pharaohs.
Ten or more seconds later, on the gradually torn down, completely torn ground, the calm-looking General Zord flew out of the deepest part of the rift, carrying something.
It was a weak and painful Clark with a broken sternum.
Zod was like carrying his prey. He landed on the edge of the crushed pit. He stood upright in the swing of the red cloak behind him.
The Kryptonian general was also covered with dust, and the black combat uniform also showed signs of tearing.
He had bruises on his thin face, blood on the corners of his mouth, and he looked awkward.
But compared to Clark, who was put in his hand, Zod's condition is much better.
"If you lose that yellow sun, you will be weak and distressed, Carl."
General Zod grabbed Clark's calf, dragging Superman on the barren ground like he was dragging garbage.
Their location has long since left the solar system.
The sun's light does not reach here, which makes Clark's unstable state of being radiated by the sun and entering Heavenly Father being broken, so that Clark returns to the state under Heavenly Father.
This also means that other Kryptonians can no longer gain power from the Sun.
"The sun is very kind to you. It generously gives you inexhaustible energy. Even after absorbing a large amount of sunlight in a short period of time, it puts you in a state of being "enhanced"."
Zod dragged Clark, who was bathed in blood, walking in this barren world.
He came alone.
Clarke persuaded Fiora not to intervene in the duel before the one-on-one battle with Zord. The adjutant fulfilled the agreement, but in the one-on-one confrontation with Zord, Superman lost miserably.
Zord walked forward step by step, and the rough gravel hit the Zorde's steel body in the fast flying wind. This bad weather was enough to destroy any precise and powerful machinery, but it could not stop Zorde's progress. pace.
As he walked, he said to Clark, who had temporarily lost combat capability behind him:
"That burning star gives you the ability to fight against the true Heavenly Father, but that kind of power is just a false illusion. It gives you confidence and it makes you feel like you can fight me."
"But it turns out that you can't, Carl. The false power cannot match the real power, I hope you can learn this lesson from today's battle."
"Trust me, this is a very important lesson for a soldier with a great future."
General Krypton didn't seem to care that Clark persuaded Fiola. He grabbed Superman's calf and pulled him into a shadow of a mountain nearing collapse.
This is a leeward place that can stop the bad storm.
Zod left Clark, whose sternum had healed, to the side. He took out a black blood collection device from the pocket of his combat uniform.
He knelt beside Clark, and Superman's strong self-healing power had restored his broken sternum and bruises on his body, but he was still in a weak state. Seeing that Zold wanted to take his blood, Clark raised his hand. Destroy the device.
"boom"
Zod pinched Superman's wrist with ease.
Between the five fingers, accompanied by a low bone cracking sound, Superman's hand bones were crushed and hit the ground with an abnormal arc.
"puff"
Six sharp needles pierced Clark's chest, and the blood collector started to work like a small water pump. Blood from Clark was drawn, but not much.
Judging from the volume of the instrument, it is at most a normal volume of blood, which will not affect the health of Superman.
While the instrument was working, Zod also sat next to Clark. He looked at Clark’s eyes. The latter’s throat was cracked in the previous confrontation. The injury was healing. Clark was still speechless. .
He could only look at Zord with a look mixed with discouragement and anger.
Faced with that look, Zold's expression did not change at all, he sat there, raised his head, and looked at the sky.
From the powerful vision of Heavenly Father, he can see the 15 kryptonian soldiers hovering among the stars. Fiora is commanding them. Outside the battlefield, those soldiers are waiting for the command of the leader.
"I'm curious how do you persuade Fiora to stand by and watch your fight with me?"
Just like elders and juniors chatting.
Zod asked in his signature deep voice:
"You have reached some kind of agreement with her? No, no, Fiora is an excellent soldier. She has never disobeyed my orders since joining my legion, and she will not violate me on the mission level. Instructions."
"So, I guess, for personal reasons?"
Zod touched his chin, and he shook his head, making a short laugh.
After a few seconds of silence, he said:
"Okay, I probably guessed it, but it's a pity that I'm doomed to fail to respond to this wonderful expectation, not because of my hard heart, but because of..."
"Karl, I am dead, and three times dead."
Zod turned his head to look at the silent Clark. He said seriously:
"When my adventure to save my world failed, I died for the first time, that time I betrayed my oath and lost the honor of the soldiers."
"When I was released from long captivity, when I heard the news of the destruction of Krypton, I died for the second time, I lost the hometown and people I want to protect, I lost the meaning of my existence."
"When the collector sent the 14 remaining compatriots at the time to Saka's arena, I died for the third time when I heard about the deaths of my compatriots..."
Zod lowered his head and looked at his hands. He said hoarsely:
"I have swear to them that I will take them to rebuild the world, they trust me, incomparable trust, and I live up to this trust."
"After losing my glory and my existence, I lost my trust again."
"You said, a person like me, a person who has lost everything, what qualifications can I promise more to a woman who has always been passionate about me?"
"I don't deserve it, Carl."
Zold reached out from Clark's chest and grabbed the blood-stained instrument.
Looking at the blood rippling in the center of the instrument, he said:
"Fiola may have told you something. You may know what I am going to do with your blood, Carl."
"Yes, I never thought of recasting the Krypton civilization in the wrong way. When I knew that you were about to have a child, I knew that Joe had found the right way. It was very gratifying for me and enough for me. No more worries."
"I am determined to die, and I can no longer continue to steal lives in this cruel world."
"I was born to be the best warrior, and I also hope to die as a warrior should. I know that we can start a new life on earth like you, that is a better choice, but... For me."
Zod stood up and patted the dust and blood stains on his body.
He looked at Clark who was struggling on the ground. He said:
"When everything is ready, when I am going to the final battlefield, I will send Fiora and some of the soldiers who want to continue to the earth, and then you will have to trouble you and Kara to help them. "
"This is my last pleading to you."
After talking, Zode turned and left.
Behind him, Clark used his unrecovered throat bone and rubbed a rock-like sound, and asked hardly:
"why?"
"Ok?"
Zod looked back at Clark lying on the ground. He said:
"what why?"
"Since you don't want to rebuild Krypton, why did you make a three-month agreement with me?"
Clark propped his body with his intact arm and leaned himself against the stone. He stared at Zod. He asked in a stubborn tone:
"This is a trial? What do you want me to prove to you?"
"I just want to see, Carl, to see what step you can do for your countrymen."
Zod walked forward without looking back. He said:
"Facts have proved that although you are still lacking in strength, you are already a qualified kryptonian samurai in will and spirit."
"You didn't procrastinate, you didn't choose to evade, and you went to the meeting so calmly. Your courage let me appreciate it, but recklessness is a big problem, but it doesn't matter. You are still young, like young people."
Zod shook his head. He glanced back at Clark. A gentle smile rarely appeared on his serious face. Then, he walked back into the wind and sand of the world, his back blurred.
His unclear voice became softer and softer in the sand, as if he had entrusted the future.
"You haven't realized all your potential, Carl, but I believe that as long as you give you more time, you can become a better kryptonian warrior than me, a kryptonian lord who grew up on the earth... "
"I come from the old era when Krypton was destroyed, Karl, I am a loser, but I will also expect the reconstruction of Krypton civilization to be completed by you and your heirs, and I will bless you."
"Don't come to me again, go back, go back to welcome your child's birth, and nurture him well."
"Tell him about the story of the Kryptonian Zod, and tell the child that the last General Kryptonian will be the best soldier until his death."
"Swoosh"
In Clark's gaze, Zod's figure rushed from the ground to the stars. Superman shook his head. He took out the deformed syringe made of vibration gold from his pocket.
He looked at the syringe in his hand and told the truth, at first, he didn't plan to use it at all.
But now, he doesn't have to.
Zod does not need the strengthening of the sun, and he is already a strong heavenly father, and in this place where the sun cannot reach, Clark does not have enough power to complete the rescue.
Was he willing to just watch his clan and elders embark on the road of revenge with their death aspirations, and then return to the earth to live their lives as if nothing happened?
Do not!
Never!
Zod has given up all hope and allowed himself to become an avenger chasing death.
But Clark didn't want to just give him up.
The Kryptonians have only one thing left, and each one is precious, not to mention, he promised Fiora that he would save his own people.
"puff"
The silver needle pierced Clark's neck artery, and the orange fluid was injected into Clark's blood vessels. In the cold and tingling touch, Clark threw the syringe in his hand aside.
He leaned on the stone and closed his eyes.
"Merlin, if you can hear..."
Clark felt the strange sensation oozing from his trembling body. He called the raven's name like a drowning man calling for help.
He gave up so unknown, he said softly:
"just like before..."
"help me."
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