The civilization level of Krypton is far beyond that of human beings. There is a gap of at least 20,000 years between them. It's like the interstellar colonization era facing the primitive barbarians of the barbaric era. If General Zod's forces were not so weak, the combined forces of Earth's civilizations would have no chance of winning.
But no matter what, Earth won the war. Not only did they win, but they also made a fortune from the war. In the battlefield that had quieted down in outer space, SHIELD's Quinjet was cleaning up the battlefield. The wreckage of the Kryptonian spaceship, the landing craft, and even the armor and weapons of the Kryptonian soldiers who chose to surrender in humiliation at the last moment of the war had become hot spoils of war.
The Heavenly Sword Bureau took away General Zod's flagship. That thing was severely damaged in the final battle, but if it could be repaired, the technology of the Eastern Kingdoms might reach a higher level. SHIELD, on the other hand, got the World Engine. Compared to a simple alien flagship, this thing is incredible. A reusable civilization-destroying machine, in terms of deterrence alone, is several levels higher than an alien flagship.
But SHIELD's Director Fury seemed to have a hurdle to overcome before he could get his hands on this trophy.
"Stop fooling around, Saber. A dangerous item like the World Engine that can destroy a civilization in a few hours is not something the World Security Council will allow private possession of. Even if I give it to you, you will only get a hot potato."
Fury explained with a gloomy face. "Even the Heavenly Sword Bureau will not allow you to possess it. You don't want to face the two strongest civilization-defense organizations in the world at the same time, do you?"
"But I think I can fight for it, right?"
Saber snorted and blew out a smoke ring casually. "If you don't do it, how do you know you won't succeed?"
"So, in the end, you still choose to be the enemy of the world?"
Saber sneered, "Stop fooling around, Fury. You can't represent the world. And I'm in a bad mood right now. I don't want to argue with you. Either give it to me, or we fight. Let me see the strength of your Avengers. After all, I'm one of their targets, aren't I?"
Fury's expression changed. For a moment, he really wanted to issue an order to the few people behind him to get rid of the leader of The Devil Gang in front of him. But when he saw the Krypton liquid metal floating behind Saber, he abruptly stopped himself from doing so.
Obviously, Saber's battle with General Zod wasn't a complete waste. These metals might be the spoils of war that he got from General Zod. Moreover, now wasn't the best time to start a war. The core of the Avengers wasn't in place yet. If they started a war now, their chances of winning were slim.
"Fufu …"
Fury breathed a sigh of relief and waved his left hand behind him. The members of the Avengers behind him were a little confused, but they finally obeyed the director's order and withdrew from the island, leaving Fury and Saber behind.
The director looked at Saber in front of him, took out a cigar from his pocket, and lit it. Fury asked, "There's no one left.
I don't believe that you don't understand the meaning of ownership of the world engine, so let's get straight to the point. What do you want? "
Syber's eyes twitched. He raised his head and looked at the empty sky. He could clearly feel that SHIELD's Helicarrier was right in the sky. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't worry.
"As expected of the King of Spies. I can't hide my thoughts from you. I don't want the world engine, but those surrendered Kryptonians … I want them!"
"Impossible!"
Fury refused again. "They are too dangerous. In a sense, letting them roam freely on Earth is even more dangerous than the world engine!"
"No! That won't do either! "
Saber's tone suddenly became dangerous. He looked at Fury coldly. "I don't think you want to make a deal at all. Do you want me to make a hole in your precious battleship to calm you down?"
"Don't forget who killed Zod, and don't forget who saved you! Fury, you ungrateful wretch! "
Saber pointed at Fury's nose and made the final decision.
"Either I destroy the world engine, or you give me those Kryptonians. It's your choice."
"What do you want them for?"
Fury asked with a headache. "You killed Zod. You are their mortal enemy. Even if I give them to you, you can't make them work for you. The Kryptonians' resistance to mind control is beyond your imagination. Even Professor X can hypnotize them."
"I don't need them to work for me!"
Saber waved his hand and said firmly, "I just promised Zod that I would let them live, not be bound by your experiments for the rest of their lives. If they want to kill me, let them. I'm just fulfilling my promise. I don't expect their gratitude, that's all."
"You're crazy!"
Fury looked at Saber in disbelief. "What's the point of this? Setting up 20 invincible superhuman opponents for you? Are you crazy? "
"Haha!"
Saber looked at the S.H.I.E.L.D. director in front of him with disdain. "People like you … Fury, people like you don't understand the appreciation between warriors, nor the meaning of a promise. I don't want to talk too much with you. I will only tell you that Zod gave them an order before he died. They will not destroy Earth wantonly. Tell me now, do you agree or not?"
Fury closed his eyes and calculated the gains and losses. A moment later, he opened his eyes.
"Then come with me to receive your captives."
"No."
Flame-like wings appeared on Saber's back, and he slowly flew up with his human form. He glanced at Fury and said, "Just set them free. I won't participate in other things."
With that, he turned around, and a gigantic purple demonic dragon appeared beneath his feet. It carried him into the clouds and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Fury standing alone on top of the world engine. He couldn't help but purse his lips as he looked in the direction where Seiber disappeared.
Today, he saw the other side of this complicated man. Which one was the real him?
— — —
The alien Farm-Lord, a spaceship with a strange name, was like a whale that sank to the bottom of the sea, quietly hiding in a corner of the world. Its advanced stealth system could easily avoid the detection of Earth's satellites, providing a new home for the remaining Kryptonian immigrants on Earth.
Clang!
The door of a cabin was pushed open, and Clark, who had changed into jeans, walked in with food. He looked at the untouched breakfast on the table and sighed deeply.
In the cabin in front of him, the valiant Kryptonian commander, Lady Ophila, had taken off her black combat uniform and was wearing the clothes of an Earth girl. She was curled up on the bed, motionless.
She was now like a helpless person, huddled in the corner with her arms wrapped around her body. Her face was full of confusion and emptiness.
Clark didn't mistreat her. In fact, Superman had given the last Kryptonian refugees who had regained their freedom the best living environment. After the previous battle, the 30 soldiers who followed General Zod, including Ophila, were left with only 21 people. Including Clark, the once glorious Kryptonian civilization was now left with only 22 refugees.
"Ophila, you can't do this. It's been half a month. If you don't eat, your body will collapse."
Clark put down his lunch and sat by the bed. He reached out and patted Ophila's shoulder, once again persuading his last compatriot.
Before General Zod died, he issued a final order for all the Kryptonian warriors to stop fighting and live on Earth. The rigid hierarchical civilization of Krypton made it impossible for Ophila and the other soldiers to disobey General Zod's will. But the problem was that after losing the commander who had always led them, all the Kryptonian warriors were at a loss.
They were used to the battlefield. How could they live as ordinary people in a completely unfamiliar civilization?
"Why am I still alive?"
Ophila raised her head. Her face was haggard, and her eyes were unfocused. She turned to look at Clark, and there was no hostility in her eyes. She asked in a hoarse voice, "Carl, why didn't you kill me? Why did you torture me like this? "
"Cheer up, Ophila!"
Clark encouraged his compatriot. "The cruelest battle didn't destroy you. Are you still afraid of living? If Uncle Zod saw you like this, he would be very disappointed. "
"General Zod?"
Ophila spat out the word in a trembling voice. The next moment, she hugged her head and screamed in pain. "No! How could he die? How could the invincible Zod die? How could he die in the hands of an Earthling? No, I don't believe it! "
"Oh my god! I see him when I close my eyes. I see him lying in a pool of blood. My heart is in pain. It's worse than being stabbed by a knife. Oh my god! What's wrong with me? Carl, tell me, what's wrong with me? Am I sick? "
She grabbed Clark's arm with the strength of a warrior, causing Clark to feel pain, but Kent only stroked Ophela's hair with a hint of sadness and said in a low voice, "Don't worry.
He whispered, "If I'm not wrong, Ophila, that feeling is called 'love.' You fell in love with Uncle Zod before you even realized it. It's really painful. You lost your lover. You're so pitiful."
"Love?"
Ophila let go of his arm in a daze. She looked at Clark. "Carl, what's that?"
"The biological modification of Krypton suppressed the emotional fluctuations of an excellent soldier like you. But after arriving on Earth, it was reactivated. It's a good thing."
Clark stood up and handed the tray on the table to Ophela.
"I don't know how to describe love. I'm learning it too. You can learn it with me. Think of it as the beginning of your life on Earth. Eat, Ophila. I'll take you to see Uncle Zod after you finish."
"New life? With you? Carl … "
"Yes, we're compatriots."
Clark rubbed his arm and smiled. "Of course we have to live together."
Ophila took the plate. She had lived on liquid food in space for a long time, so she clumsily picked up the knife and fork and put a piece of steak into her mouth. She chewed and ate, and tears kept coming out of her eyes. Even though it was so painful, she forced herself to finish the food.
Because that person … the person who died asked them to live!
The best soldiers would never disobey the orders of the general. Since General Zod asked them to live, then … they would live and prosper on Earth.
Thirty minutes later, in the cemetery on the outskirts of Gotham, deep in the private cemetery of a Christian family, Clark and Ophila stood in front of a new tombstone. Ophila, who was wearing a long dress and sunglasses, looked at the tombstone in front of her quietly. On it was engraved the admonition that was deeply ingrained in the bones of the Kryptonian soldiers.
"The glory of death is the right way to die."
Below it was an epitaph written by another person for Zod.
"The one sleeping here is a true warrior, a fearless warrior, the most loyal protector of Krypton, Drew Zod! His name is not in the heaven of this world. He was never born, never died, never existed! But we know that he is a legend. Among the stars, he shines the last light of Krypton. My friend, may your soul return to your homeland! May your soul rest in peace in the good times of Krypton! "
"Heaven on the left, warriors on the right!"
Ophila looked at the tombstone. She reached out her hand and gently touched the tombstone in front of her with her thousand-pound fingers. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "Karl, I'm so sad.
I don't like this world. I've never liked it. It took away the only meaning in my life. "
"Then you should learn to hate it!"
Another voice sounded behind the two of them. Ophila turned around abruptly and looked at the figure that was slowly walking over. She clenched her fists, and the ground under her feet began to tremble. The pebbles began to bounce, and a dormant power surged in this female warrior's body.
"Saber Hawk! How dare you appear in front of me! How dare you appear in front of Zod! "
Seiber's expression didn't change in the face of her anger. He held a bouquet of white roses in his hand. He glanced at Ophira and said softly,
He looked at Ophila and whispered, "Are we really going to fight here? Do you want to disturb Zod's eternal rest? "
That one sentence dissipated all of Orfea's anger. Seiber walked past her and placed the bouquet of flowers in front of Zod's grave. He patted the tombstone in front of him and turned to Orfea to say,
"I know you want to kill me. I welcome you, but you are no match for me now. If you want to kill me, you have to understand me first. This world is my territory. You can't integrate into it. You can only watch me get stronger. If you don't have the meaning to live, then hate me. Take it as your motivation to live. I didn't give you freedom to watch you commit suicide. It was Zod's last wish to rely on you to revive the Krypton civilization."
Saber shrugged and turned to leave.
"I've done what I promised him. Whether Krypton can continue to exist or not is your business."
"Live well. Let me have a little bit of fun in my increasingly boring life."
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