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Chapter 430: Faora's Afterglow, The Fall of the Kryptonians
Author: Great Demon Spirit
Faora watched the small white dog flying rapidly ahead with an icy gaze, her eyes glinting with fury.
The pair ahead—the man and the dog—both bore the S-Emblem on their chests, a sight that was the greatest humiliation to her.
The son of a traitor, and a creature created by that same traitor who secretly violated a ban to conduct biological experiments.
The chase was astonishing. Both Krypto and Faora had exceeded ten times the speed of sound. Pushing against the sonic booms generated by the air, from a distance it looked as if they were charging against the entire world.
The visible sound barrier emanated a deafening roar, easily capable of shattering a bystander's eardrums. The faster they went, the more dangerous the resulting sonic boom became. A sonic boom at ten times the speed of sound was enough to damage an ordinary human's body.
Krypto fled in a panic, a hint of alarm flashing in his eyes. He had started as an ordinary dog from Earth. Even though he had been implanted with advanced genes and possessed great intelligence and strength, he had no idea how to use them.
At least, compared to a warrior like Faora who had faced death on the battlefield countless times, Krypto was like a child, completely clueless on how to skillfully wield his power.
He was stronger than Faora—much stronger—yet he was trying to snatch Clark and hide, rather than figuring out a way to kill her.
Faora's expression grew colder, her face twitching. She was adapting more and more to her surging power, growing stronger at a rapid pace.
For instance, her mode of movement had already changed from frequent leaps to long-distance bounds, and she was rapidly adjusting her own frequency with Earth's magnetic field to gradually master the ability to fly.
A golden ring appeared just in time to send Krypto away. Stephen's figure emerged from another Portal, immediately blasting a bolt of pale golden magical lightning forward.
With a loud boom, a deep crater was left in the ground, cutting off the middle of the road.
“Sorcerer…”
Faora's thin eyebrows twitched. Without a word, before Stephen could even speak, she struck to kill, charging forward at an astonishing speed with her fist raised, killing intent brewing in her eyes.
She clearly remembered General Zod's order: if you encounter a Sorcerer, strike decisively before they can use their Magic; a single punch is all it takes to kill them.
The bodies of frail Sorcerers couldn't withstand an ordinary punch from a Kryptonian who had soaked up the Yellow Sun.
The distance closed, so fast that a normal person wouldn't even have time to react.
But there were no normal people here.
Stephen was hit head-on, and Faora's body passed right through him.
It was a projection.
The Mirror Spell is a mid-to-high-level spell in Kamar-Taj; creating a temporary projection is nothing special.
“This is not a place you should have come to, Kryptonian.”
Stephen's voice came from the top of a small building. He looked down on Faora, then held one hand steady in the air while slowly rotating the other.
He was going to pull Faora directly into the Mirror Dimension, which was his home turf. To be honest, Faora was putting a lot of pressure on him. If he hadn't created a projection in advance, he might not have been able to evade her speed.
"Your tricks don't work on me, Sorcerer," Faora said indifferently. Watching Stephen's movements, a sense of crisis rose sharply within her.
“Stephen, I'll take care of her. You go clean up the minions on the Indian Ocean battlefield immediately.”
Tony's voice suddenly rang out. He strode forward, fourteen coffins floating behind him.
The Kryptonians, including Zod, had all been killed by him and placed inside the coffins.
Stephen paused his actions, a trace of pleasant surprise appearing on his solemn face.
“You're back?” Stephen said, pleasantly surprised.
"Just got back. I was lucky enough to arrive just in time for the party." Tony smiled, tilting his head to glance at Stephen. "You've gotten a lot stronger."
"I'll definitely surprise you," Stephen said with a smirk. He said no more, directly opening a Portal and heading for the Indian Ocean.
He knew he was no longer needed here.
Tony was back. These people were doomed.
In the instant his figure vanished, Stephen couldn't help but look back at Tony, his eyes filled with reverence. He knew what Tony had gone to do, and he knew how perilous the process had been.
"That was Trigon... he really did it..." Stephen murmured, wanting to laugh out loud.
The Portal slowly closed.
"Faora, right? General Zod's adjutant and faithful follower." Tony pointed to the fourteen coffins behind him and chuckled lowly. "You will be the fifteenth."
Faora's expression changed. She used her X-ray Vision to look inside the coffins. Then, her face instantly turned deathly pale, and her body couldn't help but sway.
She began to pant rapidly, as if something inside her heart had shattered.
"They're all..." Faora's pupils abruptly dilated. Her gaze suddenly lost something, and she stared at the coffins, stiff and vacant.
Her limbs grew cold, and her boiling blood began to cool.
The face behind her mask was drained of all color.
"Dead. I killed them with my own hands. Fourteen in total. Not a single one escaped," Tony said flatly.
Tony looked at the suddenly numb and cold Faora. His gaze lowered slightly before rising again as he said indifferently, "You won't escape either. I will kill all of you, one by one, and put you on my lab table."
"Go to your death in peace, Faora. For Krypton's last glimmer of light to be extinguished by me is no dishonor to you all."
Tony extended a hand, and countless particles gathered, forming a burning, translucent flame.
It glowed faintly, flickering slightly and radiating light.
But in Faora's eyes, this flame was colder than an iceberg.
Just like her heart.
The chaotic ground was her handiwork.
But the Kryptonians, General Zod included, had arrived on Earth full of ambition, only to be shattered by a gentle touch, just like this fragile ground.
"A warrior's final resting place is the battlefield. They died where they belonged," Faora said, taking a stance. The pain on her face was fleeting, quickly replaced by the attitude most befitting her... indifference.
If death comes, then so be it.
Krypton was destroyed long ago. They were a group of homeless wanderers, and today, it was their turn to be destroyed.
It was just a pity she couldn't see the General one last time.
Faora took one last look at the man before her, as if to commit Tony to memory forever.
"Spare their bodies. Give them a warrior's end. I can give you anything. A living Kryptonian is more useful than a dead one," Faora said in a low voice.
Tony's expression flickered. He slowly nodded. “If you insist, fine.”
Faora fell silent for a moment, lowered her hands, and walked toward Tony with cold indifference.
Her long legs, prominent chest, slender waist, and beautiful face drew slowly closer to Tony.
A powerful, iceberg-like female warrior, submitting to an even more powerful man.
The distance shrank. Finally, Faora calmly walked right up to Tony and slowly bowed her head.
A gesture of submission.
Her downcast eyes seemed to well up with a hint of red.
A hand like steel gripped her chin and, stiffly, forced it up, compelling Faora to look directly at him.
Tony studied the female warrior, leaning his face closer. The nearer he got, the more he could feel a strange sensation washing over him.
Faora stared into Tony's eyes, completely numb, as if she had accepted her fate.
Any other man would have felt a great sense of accomplishment.
A queen-like woman—powerful, cold, and beautiful—forced to submit, looking as if she would let you do whatever you pleased.
“You were planning to use your Heat Vision to destroy Zod's and the others' bodies?”
Tony asked suddenly, the force in his hand abruptly increasing.
Before Faora's expression could even change, before she could endure the intense pain and turn her head to destroy the fourteen coffins with her Heat Vision, Tony acted first. With a vicious exertion of force, he snapped her neck.
The redness in her eyes gradually faded, and the gathered heat rapidly grew cold, just like the final afterglow of the Kryptonians.
*Thud.* The dust kicked up. The fifteenth body, Faora, fell into Tony's hands.
(end of chapter)
Author: Great Demon Spirit
Faora watched the small white dog flying rapidly ahead with an icy gaze, her eyes glinting with fury.
The pair ahead—the man and the dog—both bore the S-Emblem on their chests, a sight that was the greatest humiliation to her.
The son of a traitor, and a creature created by that same traitor who secretly violated a ban to conduct biological experiments.
The chase was astonishing. Both Krypto and Faora had exceeded ten times the speed of sound. Pushing against the sonic booms generated by the air, from a distance it looked as if they were charging against the entire world.
The visible sound barrier emanated a deafening roar, easily capable of shattering a bystander's eardrums. The faster they went, the more dangerous the resulting sonic boom became. A sonic boom at ten times the speed of sound was enough to damage an ordinary human's body.
Krypto fled in a panic, a hint of alarm flashing in his eyes. He had started as an ordinary dog from Earth. Even though he had been implanted with advanced genes and possessed great intelligence and strength, he had no idea how to use them.
At least, compared to a warrior like Faora who had faced death on the battlefield countless times, Krypto was like a child, completely clueless on how to skillfully wield his power.
He was stronger than Faora—much stronger—yet he was trying to snatch Clark and hide, rather than figuring out a way to kill her.
Faora's expression grew colder, her face twitching. She was adapting more and more to her surging power, growing stronger at a rapid pace.
For instance, her mode of movement had already changed from frequent leaps to long-distance bounds, and she was rapidly adjusting her own frequency with Earth's magnetic field to gradually master the ability to fly.
A golden ring appeared just in time to send Krypto away. Stephen's figure emerged from another Portal, immediately blasting a bolt of pale golden magical lightning forward.
With a loud boom, a deep crater was left in the ground, cutting off the middle of the road.
“Sorcerer…”
Faora's thin eyebrows twitched. Without a word, before Stephen could even speak, she struck to kill, charging forward at an astonishing speed with her fist raised, killing intent brewing in her eyes.
She clearly remembered General Zod's order: if you encounter a Sorcerer, strike decisively before they can use their Magic; a single punch is all it takes to kill them.
The bodies of frail Sorcerers couldn't withstand an ordinary punch from a Kryptonian who had soaked up the Yellow Sun.
The distance closed, so fast that a normal person wouldn't even have time to react.
But there were no normal people here.
Stephen was hit head-on, and Faora's body passed right through him.
It was a projection.
The Mirror Spell is a mid-to-high-level spell in Kamar-Taj; creating a temporary projection is nothing special.
“This is not a place you should have come to, Kryptonian.”
Stephen's voice came from the top of a small building. He looked down on Faora, then held one hand steady in the air while slowly rotating the other.
He was going to pull Faora directly into the Mirror Dimension, which was his home turf. To be honest, Faora was putting a lot of pressure on him. If he hadn't created a projection in advance, he might not have been able to evade her speed.
"Your tricks don't work on me, Sorcerer," Faora said indifferently. Watching Stephen's movements, a sense of crisis rose sharply within her.
“Stephen, I'll take care of her. You go clean up the minions on the Indian Ocean battlefield immediately.”
Tony's voice suddenly rang out. He strode forward, fourteen coffins floating behind him.
The Kryptonians, including Zod, had all been killed by him and placed inside the coffins.
Stephen paused his actions, a trace of pleasant surprise appearing on his solemn face.
“You're back?” Stephen said, pleasantly surprised.
"Just got back. I was lucky enough to arrive just in time for the party." Tony smiled, tilting his head to glance at Stephen. "You've gotten a lot stronger."
"I'll definitely surprise you," Stephen said with a smirk. He said no more, directly opening a Portal and heading for the Indian Ocean.
He knew he was no longer needed here.
Tony was back. These people were doomed.
In the instant his figure vanished, Stephen couldn't help but look back at Tony, his eyes filled with reverence. He knew what Tony had gone to do, and he knew how perilous the process had been.
"That was Trigon... he really did it..." Stephen murmured, wanting to laugh out loud.
The Portal slowly closed.
"Faora, right? General Zod's adjutant and faithful follower." Tony pointed to the fourteen coffins behind him and chuckled lowly. "You will be the fifteenth."
Faora's expression changed. She used her X-ray Vision to look inside the coffins. Then, her face instantly turned deathly pale, and her body couldn't help but sway.
She began to pant rapidly, as if something inside her heart had shattered.
"They're all..." Faora's pupils abruptly dilated. Her gaze suddenly lost something, and she stared at the coffins, stiff and vacant.
Her limbs grew cold, and her boiling blood began to cool.
The face behind her mask was drained of all color.
"Dead. I killed them with my own hands. Fourteen in total. Not a single one escaped," Tony said flatly.
Tony looked at the suddenly numb and cold Faora. His gaze lowered slightly before rising again as he said indifferently, "You won't escape either. I will kill all of you, one by one, and put you on my lab table."
"Go to your death in peace, Faora. For Krypton's last glimmer of light to be extinguished by me is no dishonor to you all."
Tony extended a hand, and countless particles gathered, forming a burning, translucent flame.
It glowed faintly, flickering slightly and radiating light.
But in Faora's eyes, this flame was colder than an iceberg.
Just like her heart.
The chaotic ground was her handiwork.
But the Kryptonians, General Zod included, had arrived on Earth full of ambition, only to be shattered by a gentle touch, just like this fragile ground.
"A warrior's final resting place is the battlefield. They died where they belonged," Faora said, taking a stance. The pain on her face was fleeting, quickly replaced by the attitude most befitting her... indifference.
If death comes, then so be it.
Krypton was destroyed long ago. They were a group of homeless wanderers, and today, it was their turn to be destroyed.
It was just a pity she couldn't see the General one last time.
Faora took one last look at the man before her, as if to commit Tony to memory forever.
"Spare their bodies. Give them a warrior's end. I can give you anything. A living Kryptonian is more useful than a dead one," Faora said in a low voice.
Tony's expression flickered. He slowly nodded. “If you insist, fine.”
Faora fell silent for a moment, lowered her hands, and walked toward Tony with cold indifference.
Her long legs, prominent chest, slender waist, and beautiful face drew slowly closer to Tony.
A powerful, iceberg-like female warrior, submitting to an even more powerful man.
The distance shrank. Finally, Faora calmly walked right up to Tony and slowly bowed her head.
A gesture of submission.
Her downcast eyes seemed to well up with a hint of red.
A hand like steel gripped her chin and, stiffly, forced it up, compelling Faora to look directly at him.
Tony studied the female warrior, leaning his face closer. The nearer he got, the more he could feel a strange sensation washing over him.
Faora stared into Tony's eyes, completely numb, as if she had accepted her fate.
Any other man would have felt a great sense of accomplishment.
A queen-like woman—powerful, cold, and beautiful—forced to submit, looking as if she would let you do whatever you pleased.
“You were planning to use your Heat Vision to destroy Zod's and the others' bodies?”
Tony asked suddenly, the force in his hand abruptly increasing.
Before Faora's expression could even change, before she could endure the intense pain and turn her head to destroy the fourteen coffins with her Heat Vision, Tony acted first. With a vicious exertion of force, he snapped her neck.
The redness in her eyes gradually faded, and the gathered heat rapidly grew cold, just like the final afterglow of the Kryptonians.
*Thud.* The dust kicked up. The fifteenth body, Faora, fell into Tony's hands.
(end of chapter)
