Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 485 Warship Fires/Ignites Flames

Although Superman's performance somewhat shocked the Kryptonians' preconceived notions, the command channel didn't take this anomaly too seriously.

After all, as Jor-El said, Kryptonians were able to conquer the universe in ancient times, even before they used yellow sunlight.

Moreover, Karl El is clearly showing signs of fatigue after the first round of clearing the field. He is not made of iron after all, and he will eventually be overwhelmed when facing a massive number of enemies.

There are plenty of Kryptonians now.

But it's better to say it than not—

Watching Kal'El appear like a ghost in the distance, swatting away his Kryptonian colleague who was trying to chase a mere Green Lantern as if an adult were beating a child, the other Kryptonians, whose attention was focused on the Guardians' army and the suddenly appearing fire monster, couldn't help but exclaim, "This guy is really not human!"

Just as the commanders of these Kryptonian squadrons were discussing in the combat command channel whether Kal'el was still a (Kryptonian) human, Jor'el intervened in the channel with reduced authority: "Back off."

This ambiguous order left all the soldiers involved in the siege of Karl El bewildered, forgetting the awkwardness caused by the discussion about whether the supreme leader's son was even human: "Sir, is it to—"

There were some things they didn't dare say. Could it be that Joe Al was worried about his son and feared that if they sent more troops, his precious son would be hurt?

Rao, it's clearly Karl El who's chasing after them and beating them up right now!

"No."

Jor El's voice was resolute, accompanied by the rotation of the Kryptonian super-battleship in the sky, one of its ridges already in position, aimed at Metropolis: "I have ordered the main guns of the 'Starchild' to lock onto Kor El, ready to fire at any time. I am telling you to withdraw from the firing range as soon as possible."

"Huh?" Even the most composed battlefield commander was starting to panic. "Sir, where are we supposed to retreat to? That thing has a global range! And is it really designed to be aimed at people?"

The main cannon of that Kryptonian super battleship was originally designed to annihilate a planet or star, and incidentally wipe out all the rebellious civilizations on that planet.

In other words, that thing was never meant to be aimed at a specific person. The reason why Planet Mogo was only pierced through the planet instead of being vaporized on the spot is because it is different from other planets and has sufficient defensive capabilities.

Once the warship's main gun fires, the power of that beam, even at its minimum estimate, would be enough to directly evaporate a small portion of the Earth's crust beneath its feet.

Where was Joe Al's order to "withdraw from the shelling range" supposed to send them to?

Moreover, using an anti-aircraft gun to swat flies—flies will dodge!

Needless to say, Kryptonians are incredibly agile. Not to mention Kal-El, even this sergeant himself couldn't possibly be hit by such a clumsy turret designed only to aim at a planet.

"That's not necessarily true—be prepared."

After ending the call, Jor-El immediately gave the Kryptonian warship above him the order: "Fire at maximum capacity."

He understood Karl's physical characteristics better than anyone else. Rather than using an endless horde of Kryptonians for a human wave tactic, this shot was the fastest way to finish off this guy.

Faced with such a devastating attack, others might dodge it, but Joe Al knew his son wouldn't.

A stream of energy powerful enough to destroy a planet surged toward Earth from one end of the spaceship, just as Joey had rescued the last remaining normal Green Lantern in the Guardians' ranks.

The beam of light was heading straight for him, and Joey instantly understood Joe Al's intentions.

He leaped into the air and charged upwards, channeling all his strength into the oncoming stream of particles in mid-air, unleashing his most powerful thermal vision attack.

As the two energies converged, the once silent and dark sky was instantly illuminated by a torrent of pure white particles descending from above and blood-red spots of light rising from below.

"Aaaaaah!"

Joey's eyes were bloodshot and red; this was the first time in his life he had experienced what it felt like to be overloaded by heat vision.

As for things like running out of energy, that's no longer something Joey, standing on the edge of a cliff, should be thinking about.

In the past, if a Heat Vision opponent lost a battle, it was just a matter of losing; they could still use their super strength to blow the opponent's head off. But this time is different.

If I manage to dodge it, or fail to catch the destructive beam, the consequences of it hitting the metropolis and the earth would be unimaginable!

A super warship representing the pinnacle of ancient Kryptonian military technology engages in a tug-of-war of power with a Kryptonian.

The gaps in the battle lines created by the encirclement of Kal'el and the firing of cannons gave the "Burning Martian Furnace," which had been suppressed by the Kryptonians' Frozen Breath, a chance to breathe.

His mental tentacles immediately extended outward, easily seizing the minds of the hundreds of Kryptonians whose armor had just been shattered by Joey.

These Kryptonians, already severely wounded in battle, were like taut bowstrings; the "Forge" only needed to gently pluck them, and the arrows on those bowstrings would be launched instantly.

The hundreds of Kryptonians sprang to their feet in terror. Their damaged armor rendered them unable to resist the mind control emanating from the Martians. Their eyes, gradually turning red, began to focus on the very center of the battle between the Kryptonian army and the Martians.

The Martians, who had taken control of the Kryptonians' minds, burned up all the remaining energy within them. Countless beams of heat shot from their eyes, converging on the "Burning Martian" in the center, whose frozen breath suppressed his energy.

The once-stable ice layer melted instantly, and the furnace trapped inside, its surface flowing with lava and blazing flames, shot away into the distance as a crackling streak of fire.

Tens of thousands of years ago, before the guardian Ganther interfered with Mars, the dominant species that existed on Mars were these Martians whose bodies burned with raging flames.

Unlike Ron Jungs or his surviving kin, who displayed a peaceful and philosophical mindset, these primitive Martian races spent their days killing each other, taking pleasure in bloodshed and war.

These cruel races, skilled in telepathy, lack the social structure and reproductive pathways of normal creatures; their only way to expand their population is by setting fires.

Just like now—

The Martian hunters, now in their primal form, or rather, the "burning Martian furnace," finally broke free from the shackles of frozen breath and swiftly found their kin through telepathy—the surviving green Martians.

A peculiar flame erupted from the furnace's body and heart. The green Martians, whose flame defects had not yet been resolved, looked terrified as flames burst forth from their bodies, burning them to ashes in a very short time.

"No!"

In the inner world of "The Forge," Martian Manhunter Ron Jungs, who can clearly perceive everything outside, shouts helplessly, but he is powerless to stop the violent deaths of his own people.

But soon, the Martian hunter discovered something even more terrifying—

Amidst the scorched, glowing embers of his kinsmen's corpses, a new flame began to flicker, engulfing the bodies and transforming into a form resembling a furnace.

A brand new "Burning Martian" was born.

This is the reproductive pattern of the original race on Mars, the Burning Martians, which bears a striking resemblance to that of Doomsday.

This method of reproduction is so cruel that it perfectly suits their vicious and belligerent nature.

They fight constantly, torturing their opponents by any means necessary, so that they can scream in agony under the scorching flames, reflecting their painful emotions.

Because the new "Burning Martians" can only be born in flames, in the extreme pain of creatures being tormented by endless agony and having their minds shattered.

This is why Ganther went to great lengths, employing the Guardians' methods, to implant the fear of fire into the genes of these primitive Martians.

At that time, the Martians were about to develop interstellar travel technology and were about to enter space. If Ganther had let it go unchecked, the entire solar system and even the entire 2814 sector would have been turned into a sea of ​​fire.

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