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Chapter 192: Put All Your Cards on the Table! (Please subscribe and read on, monthly ticket)
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Superman started with his classic heat vision, a huge red energy that seemed to penetrate the Arctic sky.

Even though the source of this energy was Superman, he himself became very small the moment the heat vision erupted.

The pale sky was pierced, the falling snowflakes were instantly evaporated, and the temperature of the polar snowfield instantly rose by several degrees.

The brains of the Kryptonians transformed by the consciousness transfer device are still unclear, but they still retain the most basic analytical ability.

When the heat vision came towards them, they instantly dispersed, using their super speed to perform high maneuvers in the vast space to avoid the fierce attack launched by Superman.

Superman shook his head slightly, and his huge thermal vision turned, like a stone mill on a table, crushing everything in its way.

After being persuaded by Martin and Batman, Superman began to reflect on his actions. Although he was still unwilling to kill, he began to try to use more radical means in the war.

"Superman, you must stop these cyborgs by yourself. Only in this way can we force Zod to put all his cards on the line and fight us."

Superman didn't hear a word of Martin's reminder.

The big guy from Krypton took a few deep breaths, finally made up his mind, and increased the intensity of his attack.

The power of energy output from the eyes became higher and higher, and the speed of the thermal vision movement became faster and faster, almost in an instant it turned from a rolling millstone into a surging wave.

The transformed Kryptonians didn't expect Superman to suddenly change his personality, and more than a dozen transformed people were caught in the wave of heat vision.

The constantly surging energy burned the rolled-up cyborgs. In an instant, their clothes and hair turned into ashes, followed by their skin, muscles, bones and finally their internal organs, which were burned inch by inch and gradually turned into charcoal. Finally, they fell powerlessly into the snowfield.

Superman closed his eyes, and the heat vision dissipated, and the snowy field returned to peace again.

The only sound left between the sky and the earth was the natural sound of wind blowing through the ice and snow.

The big guy from Krypton was naturally suspended in the air, and all the cyborgs didn't even dare to breathe, as if Superman was the only one left in the world.

"Use your numerical advantage and charge forward. You must capture this traitor!"

"This Kryptonian is really an indestructible cockroach. He can recover slowly even after being burned like this. Flash and Nightwing locked up all the Kryptonians who were defeated by Superman."

Zod and Martin issued orders at the same time, but the contents were very different.

Under Zod's command, dozens of transformed Kryptonians were scattered like a group of bees, but they were closely connected through special means, surrounding Superman from different directions above, below, left and right.

After suffering from thermal vision, these cyborgs also realized that Superman's body recovered much faster than they expected.

Zod no longer pursues ultra-long-range attacks, nor does he expect to gain an advantage in close combat.

The only purpose of his various orders was to use the advantage of numbers to suppress Superman's prestige, so that his own soldiers would not lose the desire to fight before they even joined the battlefield.

Zod issues orders without regard for any possible cost.

He used these cyborgs as consumables, using the cyborg lives to defeat Superman.

He wanted to use this method to force the mysterious man hiding behind Superman to stand out.

The two sides have already fought two offensive and defensive battles and are well aware of each other's personnel deployment.

But now, except for Superman, all the superhumans on Earth have disappeared, as if they had never appeared.

Even a fool would realize that there must be some unknown secret hidden in such a scene.

And Zod saw even further.

He knew that with Kal-El's style of doing things, he would never be able to plan a battle plan that required such endurance and patience.

The Kryptonian traitor, who is called "Superman" by humans, most often uses a plan to crush the enemy into slag with his iron body.

Now Kal-El is behaving out of character. He seems to be attacking actively, but he is actually stalling for time.

There must be a master behind this.

If it were a different time and place, General Zod wouldn't mind having a battle of wits with the mysterious man hiding behind the scenes.

But now the only thing he wanted to do was to attack, attack, and attack again.

While Martin realized the urgency of time, Zod had the same idea.

The flames that racist slogans ignite in people's hearts can last both very long and very short.

If we can win, this flame will continue to burn.

But if it is hit by the enemy's blow, this seemingly fierce flame will be completely extinguished in an instant, without even a spark left.

Zod was worried about this, so he transferred all the cyborgs to serve as pathfinders.

Prevent the core Kryptonian soldiers from coming into contact with the battlefield prematurely, suffering an expanded defeat and being unable to continue the war.

But he never expected that after all his calculations, he would eventually be dragged into such a dilemma by the other party.

retreat!

Do these soldiers, already confused by exile in the Phantom Zone and the destruction of Krypton, still have the courage to launch a second operation?
Keep fighting!

Are you going to put all your cards on the line in this obviously trapped war and risk a huge amount of money to fight a decisive battle?
Zod encountered the dilemma that all leaders will face: where should he go?
Although he did not need to take any responsibility, the failure of the plan itself was the most unacceptable fact for him.

"Whoever is controlling Kal-El is a real expert!"

Zod finally let out his first sigh since entering Earth.

"The other party has perfectly grasped our situation. No matter what choice we make now, the final result will be a loss!"

“The only difference is, a small loss or a big loss?”

The ordinary soldiers were very puzzled and wondered why their general suddenly became so weak.

The adjutant who replaced Fiora had a fine layer of sweat on his forehead, which formed a shiny oily film after being wiped off.

Of course he knew that the other party held the power to destroy the Kryptonians.

The Kryptonian Man of Steel that these soldiers imagined would never be damaged did not actually exist.

But the current adjutant does not have to have that kind of wisdom, nor is he stupid enough to tell the secret directly.

Those who were blinded by the glory of Krypton would not believe this news at all. They would only think that the adjutant himself was weak.

The adjutant looked at General Zod aggrievedly, but didn't feel any response, and couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

Even with such important news, the general refused to come forward to prove himself. It was obvious that he did not want to make the soldiers too angry and disappointed, so he had to continue lying to them.

Since the general doesn't have the courage to face the reality, why should he, a mere adjutant, sacrifice his reputation or even his life for this?

Forget it, just follow orders obediently.

At this moment, Zod's weakness in leading the troops was fully demonstrated. These soldiers who had been under high pressure for a long time were very obedient, submissive, and disciplined to their superiors, and were even willing to take the initiative to die.

But they dare not take responsibility.

Anyway, there are generals of Krypton who are responsible for ensuring the implementation of Krypton's glory, so they just have to listen to whatever the generals say.

Zod looked at the excited soldiers and issued a cold order without explaining a word: "My fellow countrymen, our race has now come to a critical moment of life and death."

"Are you willing to take the risk and launch an assault, bringing the last glimmer of hope to our race? Or are you willing to turn around and live forever with the shame of failure?"

Any normal person would choose the second result without hesitation. Only by staying alive can one change the shame of failure.

But once you die, you will say goodbye to this world forever and there will be nothing you can do.

But these soldiers who were brainwashed by Zod's words were not normal people at all, and were simply unable to make realistic judgments.

Just a little provocation from Zod caused him to roar as he rushed out of the Black Zero spaceship and toward the battlefield, desperate to kill Superman.

"You stay here."

This is where General Zod is slightly better than those warmongers.

Although he also advocated war and used lies to build an illusory world for these poor soldiers, he himself also believed that it was a lie.

He told himself again and again that as long as he could get the Kryptonian Codex back, the Krypton that was once full of glory would be able to stand up again.

In the past, Zod believed this fact very much, but now a crack suddenly appeared in his firm heart.

He said to his adjutant: "You stay here. If our attack is frustrated, immediately start the world engine and attack the core of this planet."

Zod looked at the sunlight coming in through the window and said coldly, "This planet is indeed a good place, but if we can't get it, then no one else can either."

"The suffering of Krypton's destruction cannot be borne by only the Kryptonians."

"Hahaha!"

Zod suddenly changed his usual cold and serious personality like a machine and laughed out loud.

Then, he jumped up in front of his adjutant's horrified gaze, instantly accelerated to supersonic speed, left the spaceship with a roar in the air, and rushed directly to the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Superman has become accustomed to battlefield situations involving more than a dozen.

He didn't need any sophisticated plans. He just did the same thing as his enemies did, or even better.

The transformed people wanted to use their high mobility and numerical advantages to form a blockade network and wrap up Superman.

Superman moved faster than them and knocked all the cyborgs away before they could act.

The cyborgs formed groups of three or five, trying to concentrate their strength together, like five fingers forming a fist, to give Superman a fatal blow.

Superman clenched his fists and swung them out fiercely, using his unreasonable and terrifying power to violently break up the groups of three or five people.

The cyborgs in the sky were knocked into the snowfield one by one by Superman. Their limbs were all broken by Superman, and their internal organs were exposed to the heat rays, becoming hot and burnt. They could not recover in a short time.

As soon as these cyborgs landed on the ground, the Flash stabbed them in the chest with green kryptonite fragments, causing them to suffer double the injuries and completely lose the ability to resist.

Nightwing uses the power of the Shadow Kingdom to travel across the battlefield, taking these cyborgs one by one into a world where absolutely no light exists.

Wait until the war is over and then find a way to restore them.

"Kal-El, you traitor, stop being so arrogant!"

When the sky above the Fortress of Solitude was almost completely wiped out by the transformed Kryptonians, genuine Kryptonian soldiers finally joined the battlefield.

These soldiers roared and growled. They allowed the rage to consume them, turning them into slaves of rage, becoming sharp knives of anger, stabbing the traitor Kal-El fiercely.

Superman was used to beating up those cyborgs who weren't in their right minds, so he didn't react for a moment.

The Kryptonian soldiers advanced and retreated in an orderly manner, first launching long-range attacks such as heat vision and freezing breath as a prelude and cover.

The truly powerful soldiers clenched their fists, and under the cover of wind, snow and strong light, they hit Superman hard before he could react.

"what?"

Superman was indeed a little overwhelmed by the joy of defeating the cyborg, and for a moment he was unable to react at all.

It was not until the Kryptonian soldiers' fists and feet landed on him, knocking him thousands of meters away and hitting the glacier shield outside the Fortress of Solitude that he reacted.

"These Kryptonian soldiers are such a pain in the ass!"

Superman pulled himself out of the glacier and shook his head gently to shake off the ice and snow on his body.

He said to the Zod tree that slowly fell in front of him, "Don't you call yourself a civilized person? How could you actually do such a trick as a sneak attack?"

"Kal-El, today let me, your elder, teach you some useful knowledge on behalf of your father."

Zod frowned, acted like an elder, and said in a cold voice: "War has its own rules. Lies and deception are an indispensable part. If you believe every word of the enemy, then your enemy will eventually chop off your head. Just like now!"

"Go, capture this traitor for me!"

Zod acted like an elder teaching a younger person, but in the middle of the conversation, he suddenly launched an attack.

Dozens of heat rays roared at Superman, pressing him back into the glacier outside the Fortress of Solitude.

Freezing breath then struck, and the ultra-low temperature froze the melted ice water again, trapping Superman in the ice.

Zod opened fire at full force, and his entire body was like a sharp awl, piercing directly into the glacier. He grabbed Superman's hair with his right hand and his jaw with his left hand, and clamped his head with both hands like iron pliers, exerting force violently.

Click!

The huge iceberg was torn apart, and when Zod pulled Superman out of the glacier, he also tore off one side of the iceberg.

A portion of the 100-meter-high glacier collapsed, revealing the true appearance of the interior of the Fortress of Solitude.

But Zod did not look inside. He just pressed Superman in his hand from the sky to the ground, controlled his lower body with his legs, pressed his chest with his left hand, clenched his right fist, and punched Superman on the head again and again.

Under Zod's power, the hundred-meter-thick ice layer was as fragile as a child's building blocks. Every time his punch landed, there was a cracking sound.

"You wanted to force me into a fight, and now I'm here."

Zod used his excellent fighting skills to make up for the gap in strength and speed between him and Superman in a short period of time.

He roared at the top of his voice: "Where is your hidden strength? Come out, stop hiding, I have had enough of you ignorant and backward primitive people."

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