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Their faces were contorted with pain, as if they had suffered some serious injury.

So, everyone was carried into the medical bay of the medical room by that Kryptonian soldier.

After moving everyone else, he lay down in the medical pod himself. He had no choice; ever since he regained consciousness, the parasites in his body had been tormenting him, and he needed the medical pod to perform another parasite-killing surgery.

Krypton's medical pods are technologically advanced, capable of dealing with various diseases in the universe, as well as conditioning and repairing the body.

At this moment, more than a hundred medical pods are performing various medical surgeries on them, including massage and bone setting, as well as using nanobots to remove the ultimate parasites from their bodies.

Unfortunately, the combat power of medical nanorobots is clearly inferior to that of ultimate parasites.

The Ultimate Biological Parasite, in addition to tormenting its host, possesses a powerful special ability: it generates electricity by harnessing the host's bioenergy.

The severed hands and feet have been mostly repaired, but the parasites inside their bodies are really hard to kill. The awakened Kryptonians are all clutching their stomachs or backs.

There was this really ruthless guy who, looking at the arrogant parasite on the monitor, actually tried to scoop it out with his bare hands.

As a result, he was sent back to the medical pod for emergency treatment.

"This parasite is terrifying! It's like it was made specifically to target us."

The Kryptonian soldier, whose body had been enhanced, clutched his stomach in pain.

A stomachache is a minor ailment, but when it hurts, it can be excruciating.

"Damn it, this is absolutely awful!"

Another one was being tortured so much that it kept banging its head against the wall.

"General, you're awake?"

General Zod, who had just woken up, looked at his men, who were all pale-faced and clutching their stomachs. He frowned and asked:

What's wrong with you all?

"We've been infected with parasites, and the medical equipment on the spaceship can't remove them. Ouch—, these worms are constantly tormenting our stomachs."

"I'm sorry, General, we have disgraced Krypton!"

General Zod suddenly shouted, "Vale Tomé!"

"I'm here, General! I've been infected too!"

Vale Tomé stood to the back, leaning weakly against a pillar, too weak from the pain to move.

"Develop an insect repellent as soon as possible! Our Kryptonian soldiers absolutely cannot be defeated by such a small problem!"

"Yes, General!"

The voice that answered was weak and listless.

Zod had no choice but to look around and find that only he and Fiora were not infected.

"Perhaps you need to come with me to Earth, where our bodies will undergo an evolution, and then there may be no more parasites."

“General!” said the Kryptonian soldiers who were parasitized on Earth. “Our bodies have also been enhanced by Earth, but we are still being parasitized by these damned bugs.”

Vale Tomé suddenly interjected, "General, it's not the Earth that makes you stronger! It's that yellow star! It's young, vibrant, and capable of enhancing our bodies."

"In that case, let's turn all the large windows of the spaceship toward the sun and see if that can enhance its performance."

"Yes!"

Under the operator's precise control, the warship tilted slightly, and the largest alloy window retracted, leaving only the outermost special glass layer.

The starlight shone through these window panes, allowing everyone present to absorb the sunlight's radiation.

General Zod felt that abundant power once again.

The Kryptonian soldiers, who were initially suffering from stomach aches, began to grow stronger rapidly with the help of solar radiation.

"Judging from your expressions, have you gotten rid of the parasites?" Zod asked directly, his pained expression turning into a smile as he saw them.

“I’m sorry, General, not yet!” Vale Tomé said, holding the scanner. “Although they haven’t been expelled, strangely enough, the insects are very quiet when they’re in the sun.”

"Very well, I now order you to get as much sunlight as possible and make yourselves stronger!"

Three days! I'm giving you three days! I hope that in three days, you will come with me to kill that Kryptonian traitor!

"Yes, General!" ×N

…………

Time flies, and three days have passed.

This time, all the Kryptonians were mobilized. They flew down, their powerful bodies no longer requiring the help of spaceships; their biofield was enough!

They broke through the atmosphere, transforming into a meteor shower that reached the metropolis.

Everyone was wearing a black and silver bodysuit.

General Zod roared from high above:

"Karl, we're back! Come out and face your death!"

The sound waves shattered the windows of most of the city.

Clark, who was far away on his own farm, naturally heard about it.

Chapter 60 Humanity's Victory and Ghosts in Broad Daylight?

Smallville, a small town.

Kent Farm.

Although Martha Kent didn't know why her son was standing there frozen, she guessed from the way he was looking at the Metropolis that something must have happened there!

“Clark,” Martha called to the dazed Clark.

Clark turned around, his expression filled with worry and anxiety, a stark contrast to the sunny and cheerful demeanor he had displayed just minutes before.

Martha smiled gently: "Go, child, do what you want to do, and be careful."

"I'm sorry, Mom, I've made you worry again. Don't worry, I'll be back as soon as possible this time!"

As soon as Clark finished speaking, he took off on the spot, quickly changed clothes in the air, and the classic red and blue Superman suit appeared on his body. After being more than 20 meters above the ground, Boom! A sonic boom was heard.

Superman is speeding towards Metropolis!

………………

"Karl El! Come out and face me!"

Zod called out three times in Metropolis, but Superman did not appear.

His anger was building up, and he felt it was about to explode at any moment.

This time, the US military seemed to have been prepared.

Within ten minutes, the army, planes, and tanks all appeared, quickly surrounding the 198 Kryptonians.

"Kryptonians, get off Earth, this is not a place for you."

The officer who was shouting was very brave; he approached the Kryptonian with a megaphone in hand.

Of course, he died very quickly; a flash of red laser light sliced ​​him vertically in half, one on each side.

The troops behind them took a big step back. With this kind of attack, the closer they got, the faster they would be shot dead.

Zod turned off his heat vision, thinking that this intimidation should frighten these ants and stop bothering him.

Zod's only targets now are Superman and that red monster. Although he lost the last battle, he's confident he can kill it this time.

Superman and the Red Monster must die, no matter what!

The Kryptonian general's simple and brutal approach ignited the anger of the US military.

"Move back to cover, prepare weapons, fire!"

The surrounding soldiers quickly sought cover in houses, but their weapons didn't stop; as they retreated, they continuously fired bullets at the Kryptonians.

However, the metal bullets were very ineffective; when they hit the Kryptonians, they were simply smashed into metal fragments.

The Kryptonians, on the other hand, suffered no damage whatsoever!

The officers in charge of observing the battle situation narrowed their eyes. In just three days, the aliens' combat strength had changed so much!

Could it be that aliens, having shed their armor, have been freed from their limitations and become as powerful as Superman? That would be terrifying!

Being hit by a hail of bullets, though they don't break through your defenses, is still very annoying, like a swarm of flies constantly buzzing around you without actually harming you.

"Annoying scum, clean them up."

Zod gave the order, and more than twenty Kryptonian soldiers quickly began killing.

The soldiers closest to them were the first to die, crushed by their terrifying bodies; even a glancing blow to a Kryptonian would turn them into mincemeat!

Blood splattered everywhere, instantly staining the area crimson with human blood. It was a river of blood, yet the Kryptonian soldiers didn't even blink.

The soldiers were terrified. In just a few seconds, everyone nearby was dead. They retreated frantically, their faces filled with fear, unable to look at that area.

The Kryptonian soldiers didn't stop; the slaughter continued. The reason they left their ships and mobilized in full force was to wipe out these Earth natives. Because this planet, the Kryptonians wanted it.

What a wonderful planet! With just a little modification, it could provide an even better environment for growth than the original Krypton. Here, the Kryptonians would become god-like beings.

Now, the only one who can stop them is the Kryptonian traitor Kal'el. This guy is very popular with the natives. If they kill him, these natives will truly feel despair and fear, and it will be much easier to take over the planet.

And that red monster, and that monster cat that's with it, they must be killed. Such dangerous creatures will be a major obstacle to Krypton's reconstruction.

Ha ha.

Didn't they want to be guardian deities? Once the natives are all killed, there will be no one left to protect.

Zod watched his men kill with a cold laugh. Slaughter and invasion were what this general loved most!

"Stop!! Ah!"

The sound came from a kilometer away, but all the Kryptonians, who had been fully enhanced, heard it.

They all turned their heads in unison and, with their superhuman vision, saw Superman flying towards them at breakneck speed.

Zod's cold smile turned into a sinister grin.

"Haha, Karl, you've finally arrived! Are you here to die?"

Hundreds of red lasers were fired simultaneously, heading straight for Superman. Each beam of light was a deep, almost white red, and incredibly powerful.