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Chapter 191 I hope I can be as decisive as you (please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)
All fighter planes flying to Antarctica were destroyed.

These fighter jets are the elite among the elites. No matter what those politicians are thinking, they will immediately fight back when faced with challenges.

However, this result was not satisfactory.

As soon as the fighter jets entered the range of the Antarctic ice sheet, their communications were cut off. Not only were they unable to contact the headquarters, they could not even contact the other fighter jets in the formation and could only communicate through hand gestures.

As elite pilots, they are not people who cannot fight without radio waves, but this will greatly limit the speed and attack methods of these supersonic aircraft.

At this moment, Black Zero released a large number of unmanned attack aircraft and launched an attack under the cover of Antarctic wind and snow.

"What are those things?"

"We are under attack!"

"Retreat, retreat, start maneuvering immediately."

The moment communications were cut off, the experienced pilots realized that retreat was the best option.

But they were not faster than General Zod. The fighter planes in front were attacked by hundreds of egg-shaped drones. More than a dozen fighter planes from several formations were hit in an instant, turned into burning fireballs, and fell on the snowfield of Antarctica, disappearing without a trace.

The front was attacked and the retreat was cut off.

Several formations tried to break through from the upper and lower directions, but also encountered a large number of drones. High-energy energy beams rained down like raindrops, instantly destroying two-fifths of the aircraft.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the pilots had to choose the tactic of breaking through by splitting the whole into small pieces.

Of course, this was just a nice way of saying it. In reality, they were just running away, trying to see who had better skills and luck to survive the massive attacks.

"Stupid earthlings!"

General Zod looked at the fighter planes flying around like headless flies and said to his soldiers: "Although we have deployed at least half of the drones, this is just a military strategy based on the principle of caution.

In my opinion, one Kryptonian is enough to deal with these backward and ignorant natives. This planet is actually ours, as long as Kal-El and his friends are dealt with."

"Now, let's take action! Let's lead this planet into a new era, use floods to cleanse those dirty natives, and let the glory of Kryptonian civilization shine on this planet."

Incited by General Zod's racist remarks, dozens of Kryptonian immigrants in Black Zero became excited.

They were all soldiers created by genetic manipulation, and regarded the traditions of Krypton as the highest principle. Therefore, they were easily aroused by General Zod's words and their desire to conquer was aroused.

When they saw that all the Earthlings' fighter planes were destroyed by drones, they burst into warm cheers and then dispersed to various locations in Black Zero, preparing to start the world engine to transform the remaining primitive planet.

The hyperdrive was activated, so the energy that could burn a planet into glass beads was transmitted to the Black Zero system.

The four legs of Black Zero penetrated into the ice, capable of destroying matter from the molecular level until the world engine began to turn.

The huge machines opened layer by layer, like a ferocious beast baring its fangs, ready to attack the Earth, a planet that can give birth to intelligent life.

Zod didn't react at all. He was a hero in the traditional sense. He didn't care about other people's lives, not even his own life.

Those soldiers who were brainwashed by racism had their minds filled with the so-called glory of Krypton, and they had no regard for human life at all.

The energy accumulated in the world engine is increasing, and soon it will reach the point where it has to erupt.

At this moment a special frequency began to resonate throughout the earth.

From Washington to London, from Tokyo to Berlin, from Moscow to Beijing...

This special frequency echoed in all information channels. Humans quietly collected this sudden information but could not understand its meaning.

General Zod's face turned ashen instantly. This frequency had just started, and he realized that it contained the greatest secret of Krypton - the Kryptonian Codex.

For many years, he has been worried that Jor-El did not inject the Kryptonian Codex into Kal-El for his own ideals.

But now, listening to the dripping sound echoing in the hull of the Black Zero, he felt that the ultimate meaning of his life lay here.

Along with the surprise came the anger towards Kal-El.

Zod immediately realized that the other party was broadcasting this genetic map to the entire earth at this moment with the sole purpose of angering and forcing him to stop running the world engine and actively seek out the other party for a decisive battle.

The adjutant who replaced Fiora had a short sense of tactics and also realized this. He gritted his teeth and said to his general: "These despicable villains actually used such means to threaten us. It's really shameless. I must twist all their heads off."

The self-proclaimed civilized Kryptonians are unrestrained in promoting and preparing to use violence, and they think they are the right people, wielding the whip of civilization to lash out at the earthlings whose education is still in the dark.

But at this time, Zod calmed down.

"Kal-El and his friends are not so easy to deal with."

Only Zod's mind calmed down, but his heart was hotter than the hyperdrive.

He knew that this was the bait thrown by the other party, but he still voluntarily bit the hook that might very likely cost him his head.

"Put away the World Engine. There is no need to attack this planet anymore."

Zod puffed out his chest, but the order he gave left his lieutenant very confused.

"General, even if they have the Kryptonian Codex, we can still melt the polar ice caps and use floods to disperse their forces."

The adjutant's self-proclaimed clever suggestion was mercilessly rebuked by Zod.

"Idiots! Before the world engine melts the ice cap, they can send the Kryptonian Codex out of this system. By then, what's the point of us blowing up this planet?"

"Without the Kryptonian Codex, there is no Krypton. That is what we are really fighting for. As for habitable planets, as long as we have the World Engine, we can have as many as we want."

What an idiot, far worse than Fiora.

General Zod looked at the new adjutant and couldn't help shaking his head, very disappointed in him.

But he was helpless. There were only a few pure Kryptonians left, and he could only pick the best from the worst.

"You don't need to understand what I mean, you just need to follow my orders!"

Under the stern voice and gaze of General Zod, the new adjutant finally gave in, nodded timidly, then rushed to the spaceship and began to issue orders.

Soon the entire Kryptonian spaceship began to move. The four claw-like pillars left the ice cap, and the huge spaceship flew through the atmosphere and rushed towards the location of the Fortress of Solitude in the Arctic.

……

The Fortress of Solitude!

The Flash looked at the endless snowfield and kept walking back and forth. He was not used to the cold and could only use this method to maintain his body movement and heat.

He was in a team with Nightwing, and the two young men huddled in a corner under the Fortress of Solitude, waiting for the Kryptonians to attack.

Nightwing half-huddled inside the Shadow Kingdom, avoiding the cold air.

He put his hands in his sleeves and couldn't help saying, "Waiting is so uncomfortable. I feel like countless ants are slowly gnawing at my heart." Nightwing had just finished complaining to the Flash when the latest news came through his earphones:

"The entire fighter fleet heading to Antarctica has been destroyed. Our broadcast has covered the entire world, and General Zod's spaceship has begun to move."

"finally come!"

The Flash stopped running and let Nightwing's shadow cover his body, and both of them disappeared into the snow.

Superman stands atop the Fortress of Solitude.

There are several huge crystals around him, focusing the yellow solar radiation in the sky, ensuring that the sunlight can shine on him and increase his strength as quickly as possible before the war comes.

Hearing the broadcast from the logistics team in the Batcave, he did not take action.

According to the pre-war plan, he was the bait to attract General Zod.

Only when he, a Kryptonian traitor, stands brazenly under the sun can the anger in the hearts of those Kryptonian soldiers burn more vigorously, causing them to lose their minds.

Batman stands with the artificial intelligence Jor-El, and the two of them will control the weapons in the Fortress of Solitude to fight against General Zod's Black Zero.

Martin and Arthur sat on the seal and dived into the sea water under the ice, much more leisurely than the people on the ice.

Arthur's body is not only resistant to high pressure, but also resistant to cold. The temperature in the Arctic cannot cause any harm to him.

As for Martin, he has the protection of the Xingtian Armor, so it is not difficult for him to go into the water or even break through the atmosphere and enter space with his physical body.

He heard Barbara's report and was not nervous because all this was within his and Batman's expectations.

"To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so young!"

Arthur was originally unable to join the battle against Fiora and the five Kryptonian soldiers, but he didn't have any emotions.

He had joined the war because of Martin.

But when he saw Martin on land, he found he was an eighteen-year-old boy, and he felt unbelievable.

When he turned into a carp and fought against Orm and his fleet, his performance was so effortless that it was not something a child could do.

Martin leaned on the chubby seal to ensure that he would not fall to the bottom of the sea. The interior decoration of Xingtian Armor was very comfortable, and it could even be used as pajamas.

In response to Arthur's words, he smiled and replied, "Age is not important. Brother Arthur, I have changed my identity every day since I was a child and experienced various adventures.

From this perspective, I can be considered a thousand-year-old monster."

Come to think of it, Martin did become a monster.

Arthur glanced up and down at Martin, who was wearing the Xingtian armor, and finally nodded and said, "That's right, ordinary people's standards cannot judge people like us."

"But after we finish this battle, you must accompany me to find my mother."

"no problem!"

Arthur, holding his head, came to help Martin fight the Kryptonians.

Of course Martin wouldn't refuse to ask his mother for such a small favor.

But he still reminded: "It's just that now the war is imminent, you'd better not say these words. Now the more flags are raised, the greater the possibility of accidents on the battlefield."

"It's not that mysterious!"

Arthur thought Martin was joking and acted as if he didn't care.

Seeing this, Martin put his hand on his shoulder and said in a deep voice: "Don't take it lightly! The Kryptonians are not noobs like your brother. If you underestimate the enemy now, after this battle, your right hand may become a hook like the pirates."

Pirates in the 17th and 18th centuries who had to undergo amputation for any accidents to their hands or feet would usually install weapons such as knives or hooks on the wounds to highlight their uniqueness and to facilitate their continued control over the crew.

"If my limbs were really broken, I would rather be empty and not know about that ugly thing."

Arthur thought of himself dressed like a pirate, and quickly shook his head, changing the subject: "You are the strongest fighter on our side, why don't you rush out and kill those Kryptonians directly, but instead stay with me and hide from others."

Martin stretched out his right index finger and shook it gently: "I am invisible now. The other side doesn't know I exist. If I rush to the front directly, it will only deepen their suspicion and cause them to stop instead of continuing to attack."

"What we are competing for with Zod is time. We must not give him a chance to react, otherwise the balance of failure will tilt towards us."

Arthur's strategic mind is not bad either, but he doesn't need it when rescuing people at sea, so he doesn't show it.

"Fighting is such a hassle. It's far less enjoyable than saving people at sea."

Martin heard this, but he didn't ridicule or agree with it. He just said, "To give an inappropriate example, the decisive battle is like two gamblers playing at the gambling table. In order to win, they have to do everything they can to deceive each other, and at the same time they keep raising the stakes."

"Once one party can no longer bear the pressure or reveals all their cards, the game is over."

"For the sake of victory we must not panic, let alone tremble, even if it is a situation with little hope. For the sake of the lives of billions of people on Earth, we must continue the gamble."

Arthur turned his head, intending to see Martin's eyes, but he only saw the blue lenses of the armor.

"I hope I can be as decisive as you in the future."

Martin said: "The so-called decisiveness is actually the choice we have to make after fate pushes us onto a stage. When one day you face such a situation, you will find that there is always only one path in front of us."

Arthur agreed and nodded slightly.

Martin suddenly straightened up and raised his head slightly. His eyes seemed to penetrate the ice that was tens or even hundreds of meters thick and saw the enemies flying towards the Fortress of Solitude.

"Zod is here?"

Arthur perked up instantly.

Martin pressed down his right hand slightly, not rushing to attack: "The old fox Zod wants to test our strength, so he sent those transformed Kryptonians who threaten big cities to lead the charge."

He made a public call on the communication channel: "Let Superman deal with these cyborgs alone, and no one else should interfere."

"We have to make sure Zod can't figure out our strength. Only then will that old fox put all his resources on display and fight us."

"I see!"

Superman stood up, and under the shining yellow sun, his strength had returned to the level when he was 25 years old.

Looking at the transformed Kryptonian flying towards him, he flew out directly, shooting heat vision from his eyes.

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