Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1626 World Government: What a nobody
Just then, the huge metal door suddenly slid open silently to both sides.

Behind the door were not panicked civil officials or soldiers, but an army lined up in neat rows, stretching as far as the eye could see.

They were all dressed in close-fitting black combat uniforms, covered with lightweight powered armor for key areas, and carried uniquely designed high-tech weapons that appeared to be a combination of energy and physical projectiles.

Each person was expressionless, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, and exuded a powerful aura that had been honed through countless trials—not the kind of superficial energy, but a solid, refined, and perfectly controlled martial artist's temperament!

Moreover, their auras are generally quite strong! Some of them, even squad commanders, possessed energy levels that startled Danbalin!

At the forefront of the army stood two people. On the left was an elderly man wearing glasses and a white coat, recording data with a cold expression (Dr. Gro's remote-controlled robot).

On the right is a tall, imposing officer with a commanding presence, whose shoulder insignia indicate his extremely high rank.

His gaze was like lightning, locking onto Piccolo Daimaou in the air. His voice boomed, carrying a ruthless edge: "Intruder! Lay down your resistance and surrender immediately! Otherwise, kill without mercy!"

"You bunch of small fry?!"

Piccolo felt an unprecedented humiliation, and his rage completely consumed his reason.

He pushed his power to its limit, and the terrifying magical might caused the earth to crack: "Magic Light Cannon!!"

He brought his hands together, and an energy ball, larger and darker than the one he had destroyed when he destroyed the Dragon Balls, wrapped in blood-red lightning, rapidly took shape. The destructive fluctuations caused space itself to distort!
He wanted to wipe everything in front of him, along with this damned iron tortoise shell, completely from this world!

However, at the very moment his energy reached its peak—

The tall officer moved.

Instead of using any weapon, they adopted a standard martial arts starting stance.

"Qigong wave!"

A ki blast struck King Piccolo, shattering his energy and knocking him back.

"Gather the fire!"

The officer coldly gave the order.

All the soldiers below moved in perfect unison, raising their strange weapons simultaneously.

Instead of firing energy beams, it spewed out sheets of special alloy mesh that shimmered with high-intensity electric arcs from the muzzle!
Hundreds and thousands of nets intertwined and overlapped in the air, instantly enveloping Piccolo, Dambalin, and Simbal!

These nets were extremely tough, imbued with powerful electric currents and energy-suppressing fields; the more they struggled, the tighter they contracted. Danbalin and Simbal were bound like dumplings almost instantly, screaming as they plummeted from the sky.

Piccolo roared and unleashed his demonic energy, tearing apart layer after layer of nets, but more and more nets kept coming up, greatly restricting his movements.

At the same time, all weapons on the walls and in the air were fully recharged.

"Saturation attack! Unleash!"

The officer did not hesitate at all.

The next instant, ten times more intense artillery fire than before, mixed with the various but equally powerful energy waves unleashed by the elite martial arts soldiers below, created a death storm of steel and energy that completely engulfed the struggling Piccolo!

Rumble, rumble—! ! !
The continuous explosions were deafening, and the light engulfed everything.

As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated once again.

Piccolo was kneeling on the ground, his body charred black, demonic blood gushing from countless wounds, his green skin cracked, emitting wisps of blue smoke.

He was breathing heavily, his bloodshot eyes filled with incomprehensible, unacceptable shock and bewilderment. He had lost, lost so utterly, without even touching a single hem of his opponent's clothing!
Their pride in absolute power is utterly futile in the face of the opponent's efficient, ruthless, and technologically advanced combined with martial arts strength!
Two World Government soldiers stepped forward expressionlessly and roughly handcuffed his wrists and ankles with specially made energy suppressors.

The heavy shackles closed, completely sealing off any possibility of his last struggle.

The tall officer walked up to him, looking down at him as if he were a piece of hazardous waste.

"Take it away. According to the 'Regulations on the Handling of Abnormal Organisms,' a hazard assessment will be conducted first."

The officer's voice was devoid of any emotion: "If it is confirmed that it cannot be controlled or modified, then it will be directly thrown into the stellar furnace for destruction."

Several soldiers stepped forward and dragged the heavily injured Piccolo Daimaō up like a dead dog.

"No...impossible..."

Piccolo, the Demon King, muttered to himself in despair, his belief in demonic life crumbling at that moment.

He even killed a dragon; that's the embodiment of a miracle!

The result... was that they couldn't even get through the gates of the World Government before being routed head-on by one of their... armies?! and captured like trash?

This is completely different from what he expected! What kind of monsters are the humans of this era… this so-called “World Government”?!
He didn't even get to see the so-called "king"!
Ultimately, perhaps because his injuries were too severe to be of any use, or perhaps because the World Government felt that dealing with such a failure was a waste of resources, he, along with the equally half-dead Dambalin and Simbal, were stuffed into a transport pod like garbage and carelessly launched into the wilderness far from headquarters.

The transport capsule tumbled and crashed deep into the dense forest, its door popping open.

Piccolo struggled to climb out of the cabin, collapsed onto the cold earth, and looked up at an unfamiliar starry sky.

His severely injured body was in excruciating pain, but what tormented him even more was his utterly crushed pride and ambition.

The air, once filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees, now felt only a chilling despair when inhaled.

In the distance, the outlines of the mountains were faintly visible in the night. One of the mountains was shaped just like a stack of steamed buns.

Danbalin struggled to get closer, his voice weak and fearful: "Great...Great Demon King...what...what do we do now?"

Piccolo didn't answer. He just stared intently at the deep night sky that no longer showed him any awe. His broken teeth clenched so tightly that they rattled, and his green fist slammed into the ground in extreme resentment.

"Humanity...World Government..."

He growled hoarsely, each word laced with the resentment of a loser and... a chilling fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Just then, Son Goku and Son Gohan arrived.

“Oh, Father, there’s someone here, and they look badly injured.”

Gohan, with his sharp eyes, spotted Piccolo and his group.

"Humanity!"

Piccolo was in a bad mood and wanted to vent.

Seeing that Son Gohan was trying to help, he immediately fired an energy wave.

"Gohan!"

Sun Wukong was greatly surprised.

(End of this chapter)