American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

A large amount of glass fell and shattered.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a figure enveloped in dark golden flames was carrying the Kryptonian female lieutenant Fiora in one hand.

It must be said that Kryptonians are indeed very tough, and their black power armor is full of alien technological aesthetics.

Unfortunately, in the face of overwhelming power, so-called skills and tactics are completely useless.

Under the glow of the divine fire, Xiu'en was even more dazzling than the sun in the sky.

His superhuman strength was enough to make Fiora feel like he was being run over by a hundred heavy trucks; this was just a highly efficient cleanup.

Above this one-sided beating scene, Zod's voice, filled with frustration and anger even through his visor, finally rang out in the noisy battlefield.

"Look at them, Carl!"

Even when surrounded and attacked by several earth-made Gundams painted with green markings, the general did not retreat in the slightest.

He dodged a Kryptonite death ray, but pointed at Clark, who was bracing himself against building debris to save a school bus that was nearly crushed by the aftershocks of the battle.

"You consider these! You consider these primitive creatures, which haven't even fully evolved, as your fellow human beings? You choose to exterminate our great race in order to save these insects?"

The warship's main engine emitted a painful groan, clearly indicating that Luther's demolition progress had reached the core area.

Zod's voice was almost a blood-curdling roar: "You are the vessel, Karl! Every cell in your body is etched with the souls and future of three billion people! I came here to bring Krypton back to life!"

"Honestly, your speech would have been more persuasive if it weren't accompanied by that woman's screams in the background."

A sarcastic comment was inserted into the city's public communication channel, a comment from Lex Luthor from another world.

As the words fell, a high-yield shoulder-fired plasma cannon shot was fired. Although it did not penetrate Zod's field shield, it blasted him more than ten meters away and slammed him hard into the outer shell of the spaceship.

In the ruins not far away, Shuen casually tossed the completely unconscious Fiora into the vine cage grown by the sunflower, just like throwing away trash, and then clapped his hands.

Clark Kent floated in mid-air, his red cape shining like blood and newborn fire under the dual illumination of the sun and Hugh.

He looked at his kinsmen, at the unyielding, fanatical determination in their eyes—a determination to reclaim their homeland even at the cost of millions of lives.

"Krypton is dead, and we both know that."

Superman's tone was so heavy it was suffocating.

"If you're going to build your so-called home on a graveyard piled high with countless bones, then it doesn't deserve a future."

"Stubborn to the end!!"

The breakdown of negotiations was inevitable.

Zod ripped off a still-smoking data cable connected to the back of the mech's neck; it was a neural bundle used to maintain the synchronization between the main ship and the mech.

But to a professional, this scene was full of flaws.

"Great opportunity! Although I don't want to get involved in your family drama, Ivy, go for it!"

Before Xiu En's shout had even completely subsided, the roadside trees and park green belts on the ground, which had long been imbued with the divine light of double standards to the point of almost becoming sentient, began to riot.

Several gigantic wooden tentacles, each over three meters in diameter, shot skyward from the concrete floor of the metropolis. We highly recommend this book: *American Comics: Praising the Sun Starting in Gotham!*, available here. Beneath the cut-off mainship, a giant green net wove itself, forcefully restraining the still-ascending behemoth.

"You think this is the end? Even if it means mutual destruction, I will make Earth pay for Krypton's destruction!"

Zod's roar echoed through the ravaged neighborhood.

With his final roar, he pressed his finger on the self-destruct/ultimate weapon activation button on his left wristband, which was flashing an ominous red light.

This is like the climax of a movie, where the villain has already pulled the pin on a grenade, and the next second should be an earth-shattering explosion or the destruction of the world.

however--

"Click."

A second passed.

Two seconds passed.

There was a pause of about ten seconds.

Everyone was looking at Zod.

Apart from the rustling of a few newspapers as the wind blew through the ruins, nothing happened; not even a proper alarm went off.

The people at the scene just stared at Zod without saying a word, with the kind of look they gave to a hapless guy who was trying to do the splits on the subway during rush hour and ended up tearing his pants.

"Uh...maybe I shouldn't have interrupted this somber atmosphere at this time."

Ivy's voice drifted over as she manipulated a vine with purple flowers, which emerged from the engine nozzle of the main ship, which was still tied up in the air, and swayed in the air as if to show off.

"The kids were just complaining to me that something in the boat was getting really hot and making them uncomfortable. So I let them hollow it out and use it as a new nest. I hope that's okay?"

"Technically speaking, you did a great job."

Luther's mockery followed immediately.

"This means that someone's wireless remote is now really just a brick, but even if you don't take it apart, my people have already cracked this place."

Dignity was thrown on the ground and repeatedly crushed.

General Zod trembled with shame and indignation. All his high-tech methods had failed, all his tactical plans had failed, and now he was left with only one option.

"Aaaaaah!!"

He abandoned all defenses, even ignoring the surrounding flames, and shunned all the Supermen rushing into the air.

This was a suicidal charge, solely to die at the hands of one's own kind.

Unfortunately, he will not be writing today's script.

Superman's hands, which Zod had once mocked as weak, now stood like two joined mountain peaks, steadily catching Zod's full-force punches in mid-air.

"It's over, General."

Superman's voice was calm yet powerful.

"This isn't about Krypton, or about Earth. It's simply because you lost."

boom--!

A headbutt without any fancy moves.

Before Zod could even read any more emotions from Superman's no longer confused blue eyes, he was struck by the powerful physical paralysis, his eyes rolled back, and he plummeted straight down from mid-air, crashing into the soft cushions covered with vines below like a piece of black scrap metal.

"Excellent. Not only were most of the fixed assets preserved, but even the prisoners of war are in over 90% new condition."

Xiu En dispelled the golden crow fire that was enough to terrify ordinary people, and landed beside Zod's peaceful body like a foreman inspecting a construction site.

He extended his finger and flicked the Kryptonian Supreme Commander's forehead in an extremely impolite manner.