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Chapter 469: Pick Up Her Mom

After cursing, Donton gritted his teeth expressionlessly, and at the same time returned to Om, who was still bleeding from his eyes but did not look painful at all, but looked dazed.

He just slapped away Zod's hand that was holding Orm, grabbed Orm's hair himself, and pointed his head at the sea soldiers in front who suddenly learned the news of his death and immediately started to make a fuss.

Looking at his uneasy subordinates, Om swallowed hard and asked Donton dully.

"Your Majesty, I..."

"Your Majesty, your mother's Majesty, just call me Tang, and stop being so polite."

Donton interrupted Om, causing Om to shiver uncontrollably.

Then, Om was silent for a moment and continued.

"Okay, Mr. Tang, I want to ask, can I dig out my other eye myself as compensation for your dead subordinates, instead of letting my soldiers..."

"No, no, no, stop for a moment, young man.

For someone of your age, the first lesson you should learn when entering society is that the world does not revolve around your will, right?
Does what you want have to come true?
If so, it should be me who had my eyes gouged out, not you.

Besides, it's just an eye dig out, I don't take it seriously, and I don't really care about my so-called subordinates. I am already a burden if I care about a few people."

Having said that, Donton simply sat on the ground and let Orm go.

Om fell headfirst onto the deck, his bleeding eyes spurting out even more blood, but he did not cry out in pain at all. Instead, he slowly got up and looked at his soldiers with a determined gaze.

Facing Om's bloodshot face, the soldiers who had originally shown signs of mutiny gradually quieted down and laid down their weapons one after another.

Their prince has come to such a fate, what can they do?

Moreover, the prince had made efforts. He was even willing to offer his last eye to himself and others.

The Kingdom of Atlantis is a strictly hierarchical society with numerous aristocratic rules, and the soldiers have long been accustomed to the hierarchy between lives.

Just like that, the Kryptonians dispersed indifferently in front of the soldiers and executed them one by one.

Click!

Broken neck.

boom!
The head exploded.

Caracalla...

Powder fractures all over the body.

zizi.

Heat vision cuts in half!
The Kryptonian soldiers did not execute the order very quickly because Fiona had already returned to the Gotham dock to count the death toll.

She checked as quickly as possible, and it wouldn't take long for her to find out the death toll. The real reckoning would begin once the number was clear.

only……

Even though there hadn't been a large-scale massacre, the sight of the soldiers being executed in a segmented, scatter-flower-like manner still made Om's body tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing that his right hand was shaking particularly badly, Om tiredly grabbed his right wrist, pressed his right hand on his leg, and said to Donton.

"I finally understand my ancestors, and I finally... realize the cost of war.

Waging war is not necessarily foolish, but every time a commander decides to wage a war, he must be prepared to... lose everything."

Having said this, Om's only remaining eye was wide open. He wanted to witness the death of his soldiers one by one, remember every soldier in his heart, and provide compensation to their families.

This is the only thing he can do now.

But just as the Kryptonians were gradually launching the massacre.

Whoosh!
A blue figure suddenly landed heavily in front of Donton.

Clark looked at the tribesmen who were being slaughtered in shock, and then made a suggestion to Downton with a grim expression.

"Don, soldiers shouldn't be the price of this raid. If we want to avenge the deaths of those in Gotham, we should kill the commander, and only the commander!

Because the ones who decide the war are the commanders, politicians, and businessmen, but not the soldiers who go to the battlefield and their families!
After he finished speaking, Clark stared at Downton.

As he watched, he clenched his fists.
In just a moment, he had made a decision. If Downton did not agree with his suggestion, then no matter what, even if he had to fight with Downton, he must try to stop this massacre out of anger!

While Clark was glaring at Downton, Orm, who was kneeling powerlessly in front of Downton, suddenly seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw and spoke to Downton fiercely.

"He is right, Mr. Tang, death should be my destination, and only my destination.

It's all my fault. Your friend is right. I am willing to sacrifice my life for my soldiers. I..."

"Stop~"

Donton stretched out his right hand and interrupted Om.

Then he yawned lazily and continued to speak to Clark.

“Clark, I knew you were good, your three eyes look much better than a jerk like me.

You are right. The main culprit must be punished, but it is inappropriate to implicate others collectively.

But in my opinion, the current situation is somewhat special. This is not a simple war within humanity, but a fight between different races.

This thing is much more dangerous than war, and I must think of ways to plan for the inevitable adjustment period between the two races in the future."

Donton just shrugged lazily, then spread his hands and said.

“I admit that killing tens of thousands of people during the run-in period is indeed a bit too cruel.

But when the two races merge, there must be a distinction between the primary and the secondary. Only a failure with a profound enough lesson can bring enough lessons and warnings to Atlantis.

Besides, if I only killed one Orm, the Atlantean civilians would remember this prince who died for them.

God knows how Atlantis will guide their country to package Om's death.

What if Om becomes a hero instead? Then all my killing would be in vain.

Besides, killing Om would not cause him to feel the greatest pain.

Killing more people would also make the Atlantis civilians hate Orm, the reckless commander who led them to failure and sacrifice.

In short, although my decision may not be correct, it must make sense. You have your opinions and I have mine.

So, Clark, do you think I would debate my ideas with you?

I am too lazy to do that. Talking nonsense is a waste of time. Just listen to me. Let Om live in pain and guilt, let the Atlantis civilians hate me and fear war, and then provoke class conflicts in Atlantis. That's it~"

After saying that, Downton dug his ears in a scoundrelly manner, which resulted in Clarke's weak sigh.

It was the first time he heard Donton reason with him!

Logically speaking, even if Downton said so much, Clark couldn't agree with Downton's ideas.

but……

Did Donton actually try to reason with me?

This is really rare!

Moreover, Downton’s approach actually has ideological support and theoretical basis, which is very troublesome!

Do I really want to debate with Downton?
That's too abstract!
But...how could Donton reason with me?

Thinking of this, Clark's expression suddenly became strange. He looked at Downton thoughtfully and asked tentatively.

“Wait, Tang, you weren’t the type to talk so much before?
You talked too much today!

So, what are you hiding?
What on earth do you think?

I can guarantee that what you said is definitely not your true thoughts, at least not all of your thoughts! "

After he finished speaking, Clark stared at Downton with sharp eyes.

Seeing this, Donton was slightly stunned, then turned his head away involuntarily.

He just looked sideways at the sea, waved at Clark and said.

"Don't say that, man, what the hell else do I have to think about."

"If you really don't have any idea, then don't try to cover it up like this!"

Clark exhaled weakly, and then spoke to his tribesmen in the distance.

"My people, please stop for a moment. At least wait until I finish talking to Don, then decide what to do!" Upon hearing this, everyone on Krypton paused, then looked at Zod and Don inquiringly.

Seeing that neither Zod nor Downton stopped Clark's order, the Kryptonians gradually realized something, so they slowly stopped the work in their hands.

Meanwhile, over at Zod's place.

Looking at the tall and handsome Clark, he narrowed his eyes in confusion.

How could a short guy like Joel give birth to such a tall son?
The Code of Life must be in this kid's genes!

only……

Zod glanced at Donton again, then closed his eyes weakly.

Even if I knew the exact location of the Code of Life, what could I do?

The kid from Joel's family has such a good relationship with that Donton that he suddenly dares to talk to Donton like that!
I don’t even dare to speak like that!

When Zod recalled the scene of himself and Donton speaking harshly, he felt a dull pain in some areas of his face.

From this we can see that the kid from Jor-El's family is really a friend of Downton. Then, do you dare to attack such a Kal-El?

Thinking of this, Zod finally raised his right hand and officially stopped the actions of the tribesmen who had already stopped.

Meanwhile, at Downton.

Looking at the aggressive Clark, Donton smiled unnaturally and said.

"Come on, Clark, I told them to stop, why are you asking me?

There's nothing to ask. What other thoughts could I have? Can't I just want to kill someone?

You know, I have at least hundreds of millions of lives on my hands. Isn't it normal for someone like me to suddenly get angry and start a massacre?"

"But it's not normal for you to try so hard to cover it up like you are doing now, Don!"

Clark breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his people were no longer slaughtering people, and his tone when he questioned Downton was a little more relaxed.

He approached Downton, squatted down and asked him seriously.

"So what on earth are you thinking!"

"I do not have……"

"You have!"

"You know shit!"

"Tang, you've done so many bad things, what else can't you say?"

You're the one who did all the bad things!

"I guess my word choice is inappropriate, but I'm really curious!"

"Stop being curious!"

"If you don't tell me, then every time you exercise from now on, I'll run over to eavesdrop, you bastard!"

"Come if you can, Clark, if you don't come you are my son!
Forget eavesdropping. As long as they are not Selina's famous wives, I can even bring you along with other women. Do you want to join in?"

"You are shameless!"

"So what if I'm fucking shameless?"

"You are so shameless, can't you just say it out loud?"

By the time their conversation reached this point, the smile on Donton's face was almost blooming.

As he became stronger, there were fewer and fewer assholes like Clark who could chat and joke with him, but what Downton looked forward to most was this kind of relaxed and enjoyable bickering and chatting.

In short, looking at Clark whose curiosity was growing, Donton pursed his lips helplessly, and then spoke to Clark hesitantly.

"Shit, you're so fucking annoying, I...

Damn it, what can I do if I tell you, the reason I kept Om is to seduce her mother..."

"Ha, so you want to pick her up... huh?!!"

Before Clark could even utter a response, he froze with a confused look on his face.

While Clark was stunned, Orm, who was heartbroken, suddenly turned around and looked at Downton.

"Wait, who did you say you wanted to pick up?!!"

Even in this environment, Om still looked stunned.

"My...my mother?"

He whispered in disbelief.

"Why is there something about my mother in this? Do you also have a son with my mother?!"

"son??!"

Clark's eyes suddenly widened.

"Wait, Sea Clan Commander, your words sound... as if anyone can have a son with your mother?"

"I won't let you say that about my mom!"

Om was immediately furious. Even though he had already given up on his mother, he could not tolerate anyone insulting his mother!
But while Om was furious, not far away...

Arthur actually yelled at Clark instinctively.

"You can't fucking say that about my mom, man!"

"what???"

Hearing what Om and Arthur shouted at the same time, Clark looked between the two of them in confusion, and then asked hesitantly.

"Ah? You are brothers? Then your father...?"

"They are half brothers, you know~"

As soon as Clark finished speaking, Donton mischievously explained for Orm and Arthur.

Hearing this, Clark suddenly showed a confused expression.

Yes, it is indeed a confusing fog!
Clark was silent for two full seconds before he continued to ask Orm and Arthur in disbelief.

“So your mother really did have sons with different men, but aren’t you royals, or are royal families just so messed up?
And she already has two sons, so why do you still want to date her, Donton? ..."

"What? Who wants to pick up my sister???"

Before Clark could finish his words, Nereus, who had just recovered from retching, looked at Downton and his group with a confused look on his face.

His words just made Clark stiffen even more.

Kela Ke turned his head with a dull look and looked at Nereus who was in shock, and asked a question instinctively.

"What? Your sister? Doesn't she have a son with you?"

"How can it be!!!"

Nereus was a little confused about what was going on, but he had to deny it.

"That's my sister, you bastard, how could I have a son with my sister!"

Nereus is so confused, what the hell is going on?

Atlanna, my dear sister, you who are resting in the kingdom of Poseidon, do you know that your reputation has been damaged?

While everyone at Downton was collectively shocked.

Not far away, General Zod rolled his eyes and spoke to the large group of people who looked more and more like fools.

"I roughly understand, so can you tell me what kind of woman that is?

It sounds like...she has a special appeal to those of you who still reproduce through natural mating!

Moreover, it sounds like she is very good at giving birth to offspring, an ability that is indeed crucial to the natural reproduction system.

So, this is why every one of you wants to pursue her so badly?"

(End of this chapter)