The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1041

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the time set by the Krolots, and indeed many alien spacecraft appeared in the sky.

Although the Krolots are short, their aircraft are anything but small, each nearly a hundred meters long, with a round nose and a long, narrow tail, looking just like a lollipop.

However, the lollipop looks a bit too grotesque.

“They have far fewer people than I thought,” Superboy commented.

As he said, according to data transmitted back by the Justice League satellite, the Crorot's fleet was only enough to barely encircle the United States, far from the extent that their hypothetical enemy in their virtual training could encircle the entire Earth with some spare capacity.

“This is normal.” Yang Le wasn’t surprised. “Aside from Apokolips, very few forces have tens of thousands of medical records. Even on Apokolips, they use Parademons to make up the numbers. Normally, a fleet with five or six warships is already quite remarkable.”

"The Krolots probably have more than forty warships..."

“That’s quite an impressive number,” Yang Le affirmed. “I’m not familiar with the Krolot race. If it weren’t for their exceptionally high reproductive rate, I can only think of three possibilities for how they could assemble so many warships.”

"First, the Krolots are a race that combines pirate and nomadic styles. They will absorb other forces when they invade other planets, so the so-called Krolot fleet is actually a pirate fleet composed of multiple races."

"Secondly, the Krolots don't actually have that many people. Their fleets are all controlled by AI. If that's the case, then the real Krolots should all be gathered on the fleet's flagship."

"Third, like the Apokolips, the Krolots have mastered advanced cloning and gene-breeding technologies. Their soldiers are all cloned humans, so as long as they have the resources, they can have as many armies as they want."

At this point, Superboy, being a clone, clearly looked a bit off. The Martian girl, who was connected to everyone's minds, noticed this and quickly went over to comfort him.

"Thank you." Superboy gave a forced smile. "I'm fine."

"Whether clones have human rights is a difficult question in the vast universe." Yang Le's words attracted everyone's attention.

"That's why most civilizations prohibit the use of cloning technology. However, there are still some people in the universe who have no respect for life, and these people happen to be invaders like the Krolots."

"Superboy, your birth is extremely special. Just as Superman can become a symbol of hope, perhaps one day when you take over that red cape, you can also make the whole universe pay attention to the taboo of cloning."

Faced with the difficult problem raised by Yang Le, Super Boy felt a sense of pressure, but he didn't dislike it; perhaps he had already found what he should do.

“We can help you solve this problem, Future Superman,” Robin joked, then steered the conversation back on track.

"But we still have a problem to solve."

“It’s very simple, kids. How many of you can fly?” Yang Le asked.

The group looked at each other for a moment, and then Martian Girl, Blue Beetle, and Beast Boy raised their hands. There weren't many people in the Young Justice League who could fly, and apart from the three who had just raised their hands, the only ones left who could fly were Stargirl, Wonder Girl, and Zatanna.

Zatanna cannot fly freely, Blue Beetle is not yet a member of the Young Justice League, and Beast Boy is only half a member.

Yang Le glanced at it and realized that it was practically useless. The Martian Girl was the key to everyone's communication and absolutely could not be harmed. Blue Beetle and Beast Boy were not even recruits and had no combat experience whatsoever.

Yang Le had originally wanted to find two people to be his deputies, but now he had to do it himself. "Alright, Robin, I'll be going up into the sky to fight the enemy. However, because I'm getting younger, my strength will probably be reduced, so there will definitely be a lot of survivors. Your task is to take care of those survivors."

This is actually the standard Justice League fighting style. When encountering a large number of enemies, powerful superheroes like Superman rush to the front line, while slightly weaker ones follow behind to clean up the mess.

This method is familiar to most members of the Young Justice League, since they were originally raised by their parents and had long been accustomed to many aspects of the League.

Therefore, no one felt slighted. Rather, this method suited Robin's wishes perfectly. He knew Yang Le's fighting strength and also felt that having him tied to them would restrict his actions.

The best course of action is to liberate your own Big Daddy, a principle also documented in Batman's Superman User Manual.

...

At this moment, inside the cockpit of the Krolot's lollipop-shaped warship, several short and ugly Krolots were gathered, each with their own duties and tasks.

For example, one of them was sitting in front of a monitor, intently watching something.

"So, have you found the children on Earth yet?"

Faced with the question that suddenly came from behind, the Krolot turned around and saw a Krolot whose skin was noticeably darker than the others standing behind him.

"Report to the captain: No trace of human infants has been found."

The Krolot stood up and answered respectfully to the Krolot who was addressed as the captain.

"It seems that the Earth organization called the Young Justice League has indeed come out to ruin our plans, just as we expected."

The captain waved his hand angrily, and the other Krolots sitting in their seats also voiced their dissatisfaction.

"The Earthling baby must have been hidden by those self-proclaimed superheroes. Increase the search area and speed; we don't have much time."

After the captain gave the order, his adjutant raised a question.

"Captain, aren't our allies buying us time?"

"Those Earthlings... Hmph!" The captain scoffed. "A bunch of guys who would betray their own comrades for their own benefit. They're completely untrustworthy. Just imagine if they were offered even more benefits, wouldn't they sell us out?"

The adjutant hesitated for a moment before replying, "I think that's a possibility."

"Not just possible! It's certain!" the captain said through gritted teeth. He was about to hurl a few more insults when he heard the shouts of the other crew members.

"Captain! The fleet ahead is under attack!"

(End of this chapter)