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General Zod simply watched this scene with a cold expression: "Extracting my memories is a rather unique method, but that's all it is!"

"If this is what you call strength, then I don't agree with this kind of strength!"

"Shut up, just watch quietly, things will change."

General Zod pursed his lips, but unusually didn't refute. He continued to look up, wanting to see what kind of tricks the guy who made Karl so wary and even fearful had up his sleeve.

Zod's memories began to change in mid-air, as if an invisible force was pushing him forward. Zod's memories began to resurface, endlessly resurfacing.

Soon, the story rewinds to the moment before Krypton's destruction, where Jor-El sends Superman out and is then killed by Zod.

However, the scene that unfolded the next moment caused 10 Zod's expression to change drastically.

A hand, a hand that completely surpassed Zod's understanding and cognition, reached out from an unknown dimension, grabbing an entire Kryptonian city and enveloping all the Kryptonians within it, turning them into a toy-sized doll.

Seeing this, Zod's eyes widened in horror.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

"I witnessed the destruction of Krypton with my own eyes, and I've never seen that hand! Never!!"

In response to Zod's roar, Diana chimed in, "Is it possible that you're just too weak to see things that aren't at your level?"

Zod wanted to refute, but a sense of powerlessness inexplicably rose in his heart.

How can he refute it? It's his memory, he's absolutely certain of that, and there are details that prove it. But, it's clearly his own memory, yet he has no idea that hand existed. Does that make sense?

Suddenly, the scene changes again.

The hand that had taken away the entire Kryptonian city withdrew, and suddenly a blurry figure appeared, respectfully bowing in a certain direction.

"Greetings from the future to Your Majesty, the great one who looks upon the present."

The calm and composed tone came from above, like a high and mighty deity looking down on mortals.

"Your name seems to be City Collector, if I remember correctly."

The other party nodded in agreement. He should actually be called an urban hobbyist collector, but it doesn't matter. This great being who can glimpse the present from the future is someone he can't refute. Whatever the great being says goes.

"Your Majesty, may I ask for your name? I will have my subjects offer daily tributes to such a great being as you."

"No need, it makes no sense to me."

The city collector became even more respectful: "Then I wonder what Your Majesty has come here for? If you are dissatisfied with my collection of Kryptonian cities, I will immediately release them and present my apology. I only ask that you give me a chance to explain."

"No, I don't need it. I know you."

“You just like collecting endangered species. Although you treat them as playthings, you are also perpetuating those endangered species in a way. You shouldn’t be blamed.”

Regardless of the actions, intentions, or motives, this approach is good for most extinct races, at least leaving a glimmer of hope.

"Thank you for your understanding, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty, since that's the case, may I take my leave?" His respectful demeanor was on full display at this moment.

"Wait a minute, do you know when the Old Gods of Krypton disappeared?"

The city enthusiast's expression changed immediately, and he hesitated. He seemed to know something, but he also seemed afraid to speak.

If I don't say anything, I might offend this unknown ruler, but if I do say something, I might offend someone else.

"Okay, I understand~"

"Thank you for your understanding."

Ignoring the respect and humility of the city's collectors, Locke looked up and continued to trace back.

Using Zod's memories as an anchor, he locked onto Krypton's timeline, and is now completely rewinding time, not just rewinding memories.

Soon, everything continued to rewind, quickly exceeding the limits of Zod's memory, which was only a few hundred years old. As time continued to rewind, ancient eras of Krypton began to appear before everyone's eyes.

Soon, the Kryptonian Age of Gods arrived in full force, and powerful Kryptonian Ancient Gods roamed the world. The power of the Kryptonian Age of Gods far exceeded Zod's imagination. It was a being he desperately craved but could never reach, capable of easily destroying planets and recreating everything.

Time continued to stretch on, and finally, at a certain moment, a gaze, an incredibly terrifying gaze, descended. With just the arrival of that gaze, the entire Age of Gods Krypton began to decline. Countless ancient Kryptonians, powerful enough to easily destroy planets, perished with a casual sweep of that gaze.

Finally, the Kryptonian Age completely declined, and the entire Kryptonian race retreated to their ancestral planet, Krypton. At some point, Kryptonite began to appear on Krypton, and the sun in the sky, which originally granted power to the Kryptonians, gradually became a red sun that oppressed every Kryptonian.

"No, impossible! I don't believe it!!"

Zod is going crazy!

He was actually starting to believe Superman's words; the Kryptonians had indeed been harmed by some unseen force, given the obvious counteracting effects of Kryptonite and the Red Sun.

But he never imagined that the being that attacked Krypton would be so terrifying!

It was just a glance, just a glance!!

Those once great Kryptonian Old Gods were all wiped out like ants!

How can we possibly fight against such an opponent?

Superman sighed silently and gently patted Zod on the shoulder.

Let alone Zod, even Superman, who had never even seen his homeland, felt a pang of sadness upon witnessing those scenes. It goes without saying that this general, who had dedicated his entire life to Krypton, must have felt the same way.

However, at that moment, the scene changed again.

A gaze, an almost tangible gaze, suddenly appeared from a certain angle, beginning to trace the source of the Kryptonian Age of Gods, the gaze of that mysterious being.

And they quickly tracked it down to the source.

It was a vaguely human-shaped entity, its entire body seemingly the result of countless scientific experiments, a bio-engineered creature with a grotesque, skeletal face, slender and terrifying limbs, and an overall grotesque appearance. Just looking at it evoked an indescribable sense of depravity and terror.

"As expected, I guessed right. It was you bunch of inhuman, ghostly freaks who made the move."

"If I remember correctly, your name is Mandraklak, right?"

The being Locke referred to as Mandrakrak cast a cold and brutal glance at the source of Locke's gaze.

"You transgressor of time, you have traveled back in time to the present and deliberately offended us, the Mandrak, this is a capital offense!"

"It's still Mandrake~"

There was a hint of surprise in Locke's tone.

This thing is the opponent of Mind Control. In the original story, Mind Control is some kind of superhuman collision, which resulted in a bunch of positive and negative consequences, and finally created a robot, a robot that is called the ultimate combat weapon. Since it is a weapon, it must have an opponent, which is this ugly Mandraklak in front of us.

In Locke's understanding, such a superhuman being could not be born normally. It should be a man-made miracle. Only in a fixed period of time could a man-made Titan in its adult state be created through various miracles, thus entering the multiverse.

That's why Locke said before that he didn't know how this mysterious thing came into being. It was because the birth of this thing was truly a miracle. The process was very inexplicable. If it was supposed to be there, it was there; if it wasn't supposed to be there, no matter how much you tried, you couldn't get it to appear.

As the opponent of such a bizarre creature, it's easy to imagine that Mandrakalak is also a bizarre thing, said to be a fallen member of the Watchers race.

Locke thought this thing, like Superman, would only be born at a specific time, but he didn't expect it to have existed for a long time.

Of course, it's also possible that the future was born, traveled back to the past, and ruined the Kryptonian race.

Sensing Locke's surprised yet fearless voice, Mandrak's gaze grew even colder.

443 "The violator is powerful not only by violating time, but also by not respecting true power!"

"Oh, so you're going to hit me?"

"Perhaps I will kill you, kill everything related to you, and even completely annihilate the universe you inhabit!"

Wow, that's amazing!

"You can give it a try, I'm actually looking forward to it!"

The next moment, a figure of light appeared opposite Mandrake, seemingly formed from pure light. It didn't seem very powerful; it was calm and composed, showing no fear even when facing Mandrake, and its eyes even held a hint of mockery.

However, despite this posture, the cold and majestic Mandrak instantly changed his expression and let out a terrified roar that even his voice became thinner.

"How can it be!"

"Boundary Mark, you are a Boundary!"

"Hey, that's not important. Weren't you coming to kill me? When? Let's set a time, I'm kind of bored~"

Mandrak: ...

Fear and horror filled the air, and sweat poured down Mandrak's bald and ugly head.

Fuck, fuck, why is he a Limit Breaker? Why is he such a terrifying being?!

Damn it, even that hateful Superman isn't capable of reaching this level. Why would attacking Kryptonians bring out such a terrifying being!

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

One second, two seconds later, Mandrak gritted his teeth and instantly self-destructed, turning into countless streams of energy that disappeared into various dimensions and fled.

Kill? Kill my ass! The problem now is escape, and we have to escape in a clever way! Otherwise, we might not even be able to escape!

"Your escape was very smooth, but I still prefer your previous unruly self."

Hearing this teasing tone, Mandrake ran even faster, disappearing into the depths of time and space in a flash, transforming into countless clones that fled to various timelines.

After glancing in the direction where Mandrak had fled in a disheveled state, Locke gently touched the Boundary Mark in his heart.

"This thing is quite good at intimidating people, especially against some powerful single entities or multiple entities, its deterrent power is off the charts."

"However, it also proves one thing: DC, as Marvel's competitor, does indeed have this kind of thing."

Chapter 175 Because I'm unhappy, I'll wipe out your entire clan

Having traversed time and space, scaring away Mandraklak, and finding no other mastermind, Locke, feeling bored, stepped into a time portal and returned to the present.

He glanced at the Justice League members below and said, "You've seen the answer. However, with your abilities, you shouldn't get involved in that kind of thing. It's pointless except to cause trouble."

Mandrak is no weakling. Although it was scared away by Locke, it is still a pseudo-multiverse combatant. It does not have the status and authority of a true multiverse, nor does it have the immortality of a multiverse. That is why it was scared away, because it can actually die. However, in terms of combat power, it is enough to rival a multiverse. After all, it is a product of the Overseer's fall and is said to have combat power that surpasses the Overseer. It is quite a formidable creature.

Suddenly, Bruce Wayne collapsed to his knees in agony, clutching his head and drenched in sweat.

"Mr. Bruce, what's wrong?" Barry asked anxiously.

"Mr. Locke, could you please..."

Locke glanced over and immediately shook his head.

“Bruce, you’re doing something stupid again. You actually want to memorize the Limit Breaker mark. That kind of thing is not something you can remember.”

Do they really think Mandrake is stupid? Do they really believe that the Limit Breaker's mark can be faked to scare people?

That's bullshit. This thing is itself a top-level multi-dimensional authority, carrying a uniqueness across multiple levels. The moment you see it, you know what it is, but if you don't reach the single-dimensional level, you're not qualified to remember it. Driven by biological instinct, you will forcibly forget it. Trying to forcibly remember it is akin to denying your own instinct. In this struggle against instinct, the importance of forgetting even surpasses one's own life.

In other words, if you try to forcefully remember the Limit Breaker's mark without entering a single entity, you will be erased—erased by your own instincts!

Upon hearing Locke's words, Bruce Wayne's condition began to improve, and after a moment, he wiped the sweat from his face.

"Then, what exactly is that thing?"

"Now, I don't even remember the name of that thing anymore; I only vaguely remember that such a thing existed."

"It's meaningless, it's not even a single entity, you don't even have the right to remember it."

Upon hearing this, a self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on Bruce Wayne's face.

This is the tragedy of the weak; they don't even have the right to remember something strange.

Suddenly, Bruce Wayne's expression changed, becoming somewhat strange.

"Powerful beings can trace their memories and see things within those memories that they themselves cannot understand, right?"

"Hehe," Locke chuckled as he looked at the black-hearted bat.

They're trying to trap people, even using their own memories to do so. It's really hard to know how to evaluate this.

“Your idea is fine, but it requires a certain level of strength. If you don’t have enough strength, even if you swim in your memories, it won’t help; you won’t be able to see it.”

"What kind of strength is required?" Blackheart Bat's eyes became eager.

What's a period of suffering compared to suddenly gaining a powerful trump card?

"Celestial Father level, I guess. A strong Celestial Father would suffice. You might not be able to understand it, but you can definitely see it."

Bruce Wayne fell into deep thought, and judging from his constantly twitching chin, he was in a very good mood at the moment.

At that moment, Superman, who had been controlling Zod, suddenly spoke.

"Mr. Locke, may I ask you a question?"

"You mean to ask why that guy wanted to destroy Krypton, right?"

"Yes, such an existence would not destroy Krypton without a reason."

"Yes, there is a reason. That guy will have an enemy in the future, which is the one I told you about, Superman's strongest form, Mind Overdrive."