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Chapter 428: How I wish... I could see the Sun one more time...
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The fallen, withered hand hit the ground and shattered.
Just a few drops of blood had forced General Zod to sever his own right hand.
His majestic face was filled with deep apprehension and vigilance. He was especially horrified to see that the left side of Tony's head, which he had half-blasted away, had actually recovered in the blink of an eye. That terrifying healing factor was simply chilling to him.
"Time magic?" Zod said slowly.
"No. If I wanted to use magic against you, you would have been dead long ago; you never would have lasted this long." Tony was expressionless. "Zod, you should be well aware of the immense flaws in your Kryptonian gene chain."
General Zod narrowed his eyes, a shadow of gloom flashing within them.
How did this Sorcerer Supreme know their Kryptonian weaknesses so clearly?
Killing intent surged. General Zod clenched his remaining left hand. A sharp pain shot through the stump of his right arm, along with the smell of burnt flesh seared by his own heat vision.
His face twitched violently. Zod stared at Tony, his gaze filled with the resolve to kill.
A powerful Sorcerer Supreme who was intimately familiar with their Kryptonian racial weakness... as long as such a person lived, he was an enemy the Kryptonians had to kill.
Zod said coldly, "I never expected Kal to have told you even this... But that makes sense. If you didn't know Kal had this weakness, you wouldn't tolerate him living on Earth..."
Zod believed that Tony allowed Clark, who could grow stronger just by basking in the sun, to live only because he possessed a way to completely counter him.
Zod knew all too well how powerful a Kryptonian became after basking under a yellow sun. In just this short time, his own power level had already crossed the hundred-thousand-ton threshold. Although the cells in his body would eventually reach a limit for storing energy, one could imagine that this limit must be astonishingly high.
"You've guessed wrong again. Clark can go wherever he wants. He grew up on Earth, so in my eyes, he is an Earthling. I won't interfere with him too much," Tony said calmly.
When it came to being a threat, Clark wore his family's battlesuit and had the Codex of Life within him. His magic resistance was skyrocketing, and ordinary magic would have no effect on him at all.
Moreover, Clark's strength had already surpassed a million tons. In a few more years, he would basically be able to maintain it at around three million tons, which was the limit Clark could reach in a short period.
As for Tony, who was still hovering around a few thousand tons, his power was already incredibly fearsome, yet it was nothing worth mentioning in front of Clark.
But had Tony ever tried to control Clark?
No, because there was no need.
Before he got his hands on the Genesis Chamber, he really had nothing to discuss with Clark, who would always stand on the side of justice.
After obtaining the Genesis Chamber, even if it was just for the Codex of Life, Tony would be more than happy to make contact with Clark and quit while he was ahead.
He was very, very interested in a certain Kryptonian research project, and he was more than willing to personally push that research forward.
The Genesis Chamber—Tony was determined to have it.
Zod let out a low roar, stomped on the ground furiously, and suddenly shot forward. A figure almost invisible to the naked eye crossed a great distance and slammed violently toward Tony.
Malice flickered in his eyes, and killing intent filled the air.
His muscles bulged, and explosive power erupted once more, already surpassing the total energy of a tactical nuclear bomb. Thick veins and blood vessels popped out on General Zod's face, and the rapid flow of blood made his expression even more ferocious.
Like a beast holding nothing back.
Tony stood his ground, his eyes flickering slightly, before he gave a cold smile.
The instant Zod was about to crash into Tony, he kicked the ground again. A several-meter-long crack spread out. Using this force, Zod abruptly changed direction and crashed into... the doors of the Genesis Chamber.
"Don't even think about it, Zod. Trying to use technology in front of me is just asking for death."
Tony waved his hand quickly. The doors that Zod had smashed open suddenly came alive, beginning to close frantically in an attempt to block Zod. At the same time, the entire Genesis Chamber, the entire spaceship, seemed to come to life. The floor and walls started to move wildly, tearing away from their original positions and then winding toward Zod.
Under Tony's control, the entire spaceship began to work against General Zod. The Kryptonian artificial intelligence was as if dead, not uttering a single word.
Every weapon was controlled by Tony, every piece of metal driven by him.
This mothership, including its artificial intelligence, now belonged to Tony. All the information and secret data recorded in the spaceship were laid bare before him.
The rigorous encryption, a password lock so complex that all of Earth's computers combined couldn't crack it, was easily bypassed by Tony.
Naturally, the backup plan Zod had left for himself was also instantly known to Tony.
The Doomsday project, the universe's most dangerous biochemical experiment—one that had piqued Tony's strong interest and which he was more than happy to personally advance—had all its secrets laid bare before him.
"No! I command you to open the Genesis Chamber!"
Zod was surrounded by countless metallic substances. He smashed through innumerable layers, but the endless broken metal fragments reassembled without a single trace of being shattered.
His heavy punches, carrying over a hundred thousand tons of force, created deep craters. But in the blink of an eye, the craters returned to normal and even began to press in on him, compressing the space he had to move.
Countless metallic substances began to stack, merge, and compress frantically under Tony's control.
As a Level Six demigod, controlling atoms and breaking down and remaking matter were Tony's most basic abilities, not to mention he possessed the Allspark. He was gradually tapping into the power of the Allspark, making it burn ever brighter.
Layer after layer of metal stacked upon one another, like an endless tide, wave after wave surging forward to submerge Zod.
Ordinary paper, when folded and compressed repeatedly, can become harder than steel, to say nothing of the vast amount of metallic matter from a spaceship.
It could be said that Tony, without affecting the spaceship's operations, had pulled most of the ship's interior metal to surround Zod.
General Zod let out roar after roar, accompanied by the deafening sound of punches and the crisp clang of metal on metal. The commotion was astonishing. However, the sounds grew more and more muffled. In the face of the ever-compressing metal plates, Zod's hundred-thousand-plus tons of strength wasn't enough.
Atoms are a wondrous thing. A thin layer of atoms can even pass through a human body without causing any effect. But if many layers of atoms are combined into a single thread, it can easily slice through an aircraft carrier.
Therefore, the matter formed by the frantic compression and fusion of countless atomic layers was simply not something that a hundred-thousand-ton power level could break.
Zod was like a beast, his eyes red, wildly unleashing his heat vision in an attempt to cut through the metal plates before him, but it was useless. The speed at which he cut couldn't even keep up with the speed at which the metal atoms were regrouping and healing.
Zod's exhaustive efforts only managed to leave faint red marks on the metal plates, and a second later, even these marks vanished.
His eyes looked as if they would split open from the strain. A drop of blood burst from the corner of his eye and trickled down.
It looked like bright red blood.
Or perhaps, it was a tear.
General Zod never shed tears, but he would shed blood, fighting until the very last drop was gone, until the very last moment.
"Farewell, General. The last hero of Krypton..."
Tony said in a ghostly tone, "In the future, no Kryptonian will remember you, but believe me, I will... Perhaps we will meet again soon, just in a different way."
"I will still be me, but you... may not be."
"Farewell, General Zod."
Countless metal plates bound Zod, leaving only his resolute and determined eyes exposed. Faintly, the low growls from his sealed mouth could still be heard.
This was the kind of man he was, fighting until the very end. He shouldered the final hope of the Kryptonian people. A billion pairs of eyes were watching him with anticipation. He would not, could not, fail.
Even at the final moment of his life, he absolutely could not fail.
Zod fell silent. He watched as a terrifyingly thin strip of metal floated before his eyes, carrying a chilling killing intent, obscuring his final line of sight and the last bit of the golden setting sun he could see.
The metal strip turned slightly vertical. A spike extended, aimed at Zod's head, and stabbed down viciously, piercing through and sending a spray of blood flying.
The setting sun gradually darkened. The sunlight that had soaked the depths of his eyes was completely extinguished.
Darkness descended, and his consciousness finally began to blur, dissipating bit by bit.
Within his vacant pupils, persistence and desire still radiated.
The metal plates opened one by one, revealing Zod's towering body, standing like a mountain. He was still strong and tall, just as before, shouldering the hope of Krypton on his back.
Only his frozen eyes, at some unknown point, had shifted away from the Genesis Chamber and turned toward the setting sun, standing there, gazing in eternal silence.
How I wish... I could see the Sun one more time...
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
The fallen, withered hand hit the ground and shattered.
Just a few drops of blood had forced General Zod to sever his own right hand.
His majestic face was filled with deep apprehension and vigilance. He was especially horrified to see that the left side of Tony's head, which he had half-blasted away, had actually recovered in the blink of an eye. That terrifying healing factor was simply chilling to him.
"Time magic?" Zod said slowly.
"No. If I wanted to use magic against you, you would have been dead long ago; you never would have lasted this long." Tony was expressionless. "Zod, you should be well aware of the immense flaws in your Kryptonian gene chain."
General Zod narrowed his eyes, a shadow of gloom flashing within them.
How did this Sorcerer Supreme know their Kryptonian weaknesses so clearly?
Killing intent surged. General Zod clenched his remaining left hand. A sharp pain shot through the stump of his right arm, along with the smell of burnt flesh seared by his own heat vision.
His face twitched violently. Zod stared at Tony, his gaze filled with the resolve to kill.
A powerful Sorcerer Supreme who was intimately familiar with their Kryptonian racial weakness... as long as such a person lived, he was an enemy the Kryptonians had to kill.
Zod said coldly, "I never expected Kal to have told you even this... But that makes sense. If you didn't know Kal had this weakness, you wouldn't tolerate him living on Earth..."
Zod believed that Tony allowed Clark, who could grow stronger just by basking in the sun, to live only because he possessed a way to completely counter him.
Zod knew all too well how powerful a Kryptonian became after basking under a yellow sun. In just this short time, his own power level had already crossed the hundred-thousand-ton threshold. Although the cells in his body would eventually reach a limit for storing energy, one could imagine that this limit must be astonishingly high.
"You've guessed wrong again. Clark can go wherever he wants. He grew up on Earth, so in my eyes, he is an Earthling. I won't interfere with him too much," Tony said calmly.
When it came to being a threat, Clark wore his family's battlesuit and had the Codex of Life within him. His magic resistance was skyrocketing, and ordinary magic would have no effect on him at all.
Moreover, Clark's strength had already surpassed a million tons. In a few more years, he would basically be able to maintain it at around three million tons, which was the limit Clark could reach in a short period.
As for Tony, who was still hovering around a few thousand tons, his power was already incredibly fearsome, yet it was nothing worth mentioning in front of Clark.
But had Tony ever tried to control Clark?
No, because there was no need.
Before he got his hands on the Genesis Chamber, he really had nothing to discuss with Clark, who would always stand on the side of justice.
After obtaining the Genesis Chamber, even if it was just for the Codex of Life, Tony would be more than happy to make contact with Clark and quit while he was ahead.
He was very, very interested in a certain Kryptonian research project, and he was more than willing to personally push that research forward.
The Genesis Chamber—Tony was determined to have it.
Zod let out a low roar, stomped on the ground furiously, and suddenly shot forward. A figure almost invisible to the naked eye crossed a great distance and slammed violently toward Tony.
Malice flickered in his eyes, and killing intent filled the air.
His muscles bulged, and explosive power erupted once more, already surpassing the total energy of a tactical nuclear bomb. Thick veins and blood vessels popped out on General Zod's face, and the rapid flow of blood made his expression even more ferocious.
Like a beast holding nothing back.
Tony stood his ground, his eyes flickering slightly, before he gave a cold smile.
The instant Zod was about to crash into Tony, he kicked the ground again. A several-meter-long crack spread out. Using this force, Zod abruptly changed direction and crashed into... the doors of the Genesis Chamber.
"Don't even think about it, Zod. Trying to use technology in front of me is just asking for death."
Tony waved his hand quickly. The doors that Zod had smashed open suddenly came alive, beginning to close frantically in an attempt to block Zod. At the same time, the entire Genesis Chamber, the entire spaceship, seemed to come to life. The floor and walls started to move wildly, tearing away from their original positions and then winding toward Zod.
Under Tony's control, the entire spaceship began to work against General Zod. The Kryptonian artificial intelligence was as if dead, not uttering a single word.
Every weapon was controlled by Tony, every piece of metal driven by him.
This mothership, including its artificial intelligence, now belonged to Tony. All the information and secret data recorded in the spaceship were laid bare before him.
The rigorous encryption, a password lock so complex that all of Earth's computers combined couldn't crack it, was easily bypassed by Tony.
Naturally, the backup plan Zod had left for himself was also instantly known to Tony.
The Doomsday project, the universe's most dangerous biochemical experiment—one that had piqued Tony's strong interest and which he was more than happy to personally advance—had all its secrets laid bare before him.
"No! I command you to open the Genesis Chamber!"
Zod was surrounded by countless metallic substances. He smashed through innumerable layers, but the endless broken metal fragments reassembled without a single trace of being shattered.
His heavy punches, carrying over a hundred thousand tons of force, created deep craters. But in the blink of an eye, the craters returned to normal and even began to press in on him, compressing the space he had to move.
Countless metallic substances began to stack, merge, and compress frantically under Tony's control.
As a Level Six demigod, controlling atoms and breaking down and remaking matter were Tony's most basic abilities, not to mention he possessed the Allspark. He was gradually tapping into the power of the Allspark, making it burn ever brighter.
Layer after layer of metal stacked upon one another, like an endless tide, wave after wave surging forward to submerge Zod.
Ordinary paper, when folded and compressed repeatedly, can become harder than steel, to say nothing of the vast amount of metallic matter from a spaceship.
It could be said that Tony, without affecting the spaceship's operations, had pulled most of the ship's interior metal to surround Zod.
General Zod let out roar after roar, accompanied by the deafening sound of punches and the crisp clang of metal on metal. The commotion was astonishing. However, the sounds grew more and more muffled. In the face of the ever-compressing metal plates, Zod's hundred-thousand-plus tons of strength wasn't enough.
Atoms are a wondrous thing. A thin layer of atoms can even pass through a human body without causing any effect. But if many layers of atoms are combined into a single thread, it can easily slice through an aircraft carrier.
Therefore, the matter formed by the frantic compression and fusion of countless atomic layers was simply not something that a hundred-thousand-ton power level could break.
Zod was like a beast, his eyes red, wildly unleashing his heat vision in an attempt to cut through the metal plates before him, but it was useless. The speed at which he cut couldn't even keep up with the speed at which the metal atoms were regrouping and healing.
Zod's exhaustive efforts only managed to leave faint red marks on the metal plates, and a second later, even these marks vanished.
His eyes looked as if they would split open from the strain. A drop of blood burst from the corner of his eye and trickled down.
It looked like bright red blood.
Or perhaps, it was a tear.
General Zod never shed tears, but he would shed blood, fighting until the very last drop was gone, until the very last moment.
"Farewell, General. The last hero of Krypton..."
Tony said in a ghostly tone, "In the future, no Kryptonian will remember you, but believe me, I will... Perhaps we will meet again soon, just in a different way."
"I will still be me, but you... may not be."
"Farewell, General Zod."
Countless metal plates bound Zod, leaving only his resolute and determined eyes exposed. Faintly, the low growls from his sealed mouth could still be heard.
This was the kind of man he was, fighting until the very end. He shouldered the final hope of the Kryptonian people. A billion pairs of eyes were watching him with anticipation. He would not, could not, fail.
Even at the final moment of his life, he absolutely could not fail.
Zod fell silent. He watched as a terrifyingly thin strip of metal floated before his eyes, carrying a chilling killing intent, obscuring his final line of sight and the last bit of the golden setting sun he could see.
The metal strip turned slightly vertical. A spike extended, aimed at Zod's head, and stabbed down viciously, piercing through and sending a spray of blood flying.
The setting sun gradually darkened. The sunlight that had soaked the depths of his eyes was completely extinguished.
Darkness descended, and his consciousness finally began to blur, dissipating bit by bit.
Within his vacant pupils, persistence and desire still radiated.
The metal plates opened one by one, revealing Zod's towering body, standing like a mountain. He was still strong and tall, just as before, shouldering the hope of Krypton on his back.
Only his frozen eyes, at some unknown point, had shifted away from the Genesis Chamber and turned toward the setting sun, standing there, gazing in eternal silence.
How I wish... I could see the Sun one more time...
(end of chapter)
