Superhero Comic – Overlord’s Path

Krypton’s civilization level is far superior to humans, and there is a gap of at least 2W years. It is just like the primitive man in the interstellar colonial era facing the barbaric era. The power here is too weak, and the power of the earth civilization united together has no chance at all.

But in any case, the Earth won this battle, not only won, but also made a fortune, and the outer space has quieted down. The Kunlun fighter of SHIELD is sweeping the battlefield, and the krypton spaceship is cut. The wreckage, landing craft, and even the armor and weapons of the kryptonian soldiers who humiliated the surrender of the krypton soldiers at the end of the war have become hot trophies.

The Sky Sword Bureau took away the flagship of General Zord. That thing was seriously damaged in the final invasion, but if it can be repaired, the technology of the Eastern Kingdom may be further improved, and SHIELD has got the world engine. This thing is more terrible than a pure alien flagship. A civilization-destroying machine that can be reused is only a few levels higher than the alien flagship in terms of deterrence alone.

But in order to get this loot, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s director Fury seems to have a challenge.

"Come on, Cyber, a dangerous item that can destroy civilization within hours, like the World Engine, it is impossible for the World Security Council to allow private possession. Even if I give it to you, you will only gain one. Hot potato..."

Fury explained with a sullen face: "Even Sky Sword Bureau will not allow you to hold it, you wouldn't want to face the two strongest civil defense organizations in the world at the same time?"

"But I think I can fight for it, don't I?"

Cyber ​​snorted, he casually spit out the smoke ring: "If you don't do it, how do you know you can't succeed?"

"So you still choose to be the enemy of the world?"

Fury increased his tone, and Cyber ​​laughed aloud: "Don't make trouble, Fury, you can't represent the world... And I'm in a bad mood now, I don't want to talk to you, either give it to me or we Fight, let me take a look at the quality of your Avengers...after all, I am also one of their combat targets, aren't they?"

Fury's face changed a bit. At that moment, he really wanted to issue orders to the people behind him to get rid of the devil gang leader in front of him, but looking at the kryptonian liquid metal floating behind Cyber, Fury again Suddenly stopped this plan.

Obviously, the battle between Cyber ​​and General Zord is not fruitless. These metals may be the spoils he took from General Zord... And now is not a good time to fight. The core part of the Avengers is still Not in place...Now there is not much chance of winning.

"Fur..."

Fury breathed a sigh of relief. His left hand waved backwards. The members of the Avengers behind him were a little puzzled, but finally obeyed the director's order, withdrew the island, leaving Fury and Cyber personal.

The director looked at Cyber ​​in front of him and took a cigar out of his pocket and lit it, as if two big smokers were chattering, Fury asked:

"There is no one else now. I don't believe you don't understand the meaning of the world engine, so let's be straightforward. What the **** do you want?"

Cyber's eyes flicked. He looked up and looked at the empty sky. He could clearly feel that the sky shield mothership of S.H.I.E.L.D. was above, and he shrugged:

"It really is the king of espionage, my careful thoughts can't hide you, I can't want the world engine, those kryptonians who surrender...I want them!"

"impossible!"

Fury refused again: "They are too dangerous. In a sense, letting them move freely on the earth is even more dangerous than this world engine!"

"That won't work! That won't work either!"

Cyber's tone suddenly became dangerous. He looked at Fury secretly: "I don't think you have any intention of exchanging...Is it for me to open a hole for your baby battleship, so that you calm down!"

"Don't forget who killed Zord, and who saved you! Fury, you unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

Cyber ​​pointed at Fury's nose and he said:

"Either I destroy the world engine, or you give me those kryptonians, you choose."

"What the **** do you want them to do?"

Fury asked with a headache: "You killed Zod, you are the enemy they want to bite to death, even if I give them to you, you don't want to regain them for your use... Kryptonians control the mind The resistance is beyond your imagination, even Professor X can hypnotize them."

"I don't need them to play for me!"

Cyber ​​said with a wave of his hand, "I just promised Zod to let them live, instead of being restrained by you as experimental materials for a lifetime, they would let them come if they wanted to kill me, I was just fulfilling my promise, I don’t expect their gratitude, that’s all.”

"You are crazy!"

Fury looked at Cyber ​​in disbelief: "What's the point? It gives you 20 superhuman opponents that are invulnerable... are you crazy?"

"Ha ha"

Saber looked at the Director of SHIELD in disdain: "People like you... Fury, people like you simply can't understand the sympathy between the soldiers and the meaning of the promise. I'm too lazy to talk to you If I say too much, I will only tell you that Zod gave them orders before they died. They will not destroy the earth any more. In short, tell me now, do you agree or not?

Fury closed his eyes and calculated the gains and losses. After a while, he opened his eyes:

"Come with me, take your captive."

"Do not."

The flame-like wings appeared behind Cyber, and he slowly flew with the human form. He glanced at Fury: "Let them be free. I will not participate in other things."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, and a huge purple dragon appeared at his feet, carrying him into the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving Fury standing alone above the world engine, he looked at the game Bo's disappearing direction could not help but pursed his lips.

Today, he saw the other side of this complicated guy... Which one is he?

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Alien farmer, this strange-named spaceship is like a whale sinking into the sea, quietly hiding in a corner of the world, its advanced concealment system can easily avoid the monitoring of the earth satellite, giving Kryptonian immigrants left on Earth provide a new home.

"Wow"

The door of one of the cabins was pushed open, and Clark, who had changed into a denim suit, walked into it with the food. He looked at the untouched breakfast on the table and sighed deeply.

In the cabin in front of him, Ms. Ophela, the original heroic Kryptonian commander, had faded away from the black combat uniform, wearing the Earth girl's clothes, and squeezed on the bed motionlessly.

She is like a helpless person now, her hands curled up in the corner, her face full of confusion and sorrow.

Clark did not abuse her. In fact, Superman gave the best living environment to the freed Kryptonite last exiles. After the end of the previous war, the 30 soldiers who followed General Zord, along with Ofira, also There are only 21 people left, plus Clark, the once brilliant Krypton civilization, and now only 22 last exiles.

"Ofila, you can't do this. It's been half a month. If you don't eat anything, your body will collapse."

Clark put down lunch, sat by the bed, reached out and patted Offelah's shoulder, and persuaded his last fellow again.

Before General Zord died, he issued a final order to stop all kryptonite warriors from fighting and live well on earth. Kryptonite's stereotyped class civilization made it impossible for Ophela and those warriors to violate Zord The general's will, but the problem is that after losing the commander who has been leading them, all kryptonian samurai are in a daze.

How can they live in the attitude of ordinary people in a completely unfamiliar civilization?

"Why am I still alive?"

Ofila raised her head, her expression was dry, her eyes were out of focus, she turned to look at Clark, and she was no longer hostile. She asked hoarsely, "Karl, why don't you kill me? Why do you want to torture me like this?" "

"Cheer up, Ofila!"

Clark encouraged his compatriots: "The cruelest battle failed to destroy you, are you still afraid to continue to live? If Uncle Zord sees you like this, he will also be very disappointed..."

"General Zord?"

Ofila shuddered out the word, and at the next moment, she hugged her head in pain: "No! How could he die! How could the invincible Zod die! How could he die in the hands of an earth man! No, I do not believe!"

"Gosh! I closed my eyes and it was him. I saw him falling in the pool of blood. My heart was twitching. I was in pain. It was even more painful than the blade piercing the body. God! What's wrong? Carl, tell me, what's wrong with me? Am I sick?"

She grabbed Clark's arm, and the kind of warrior's power that Clark caught hurt for a while, but Kent just touched Ophelia's hair with a trace of sadness. He whispered:

"If I didn't understand it wrong... that feeling, Ofila, that feeling, called "love", when you didn't realize it, you fell in love with Uncle Zord, it was really too painful Now, you have lost your lover, you are so pitiful."

"Love?"

Ofila released her hand blankly, and she looked at Clark: "Karl, what is that?"

"Krypton's biological transformation suppresses the emotional fluctuations of an excellent warrior like you, but after reaching Earth, it is reactivated again, which is a good thing."

Clark stood up and handed the tray on the table to Ofila:

"I don’t know how to describe love. I’m learning too. You can learn with me. It’s the beginning of your life on the earth... Eat, Offila, I’ll take you to see Zuo after eating. Uncle De."

"New life? With you? Carl..."

"Well, we are fellows."

Clark rubbed his arms and smiled a little: "We naturally want to live together."

Ofila took the dinner plate, and she had been living on liquid food for a long time. She awkwardly picked up a knife and fork and put a steak in her mouth, chewing, eating, and her tears kept pouring out. Outside of her eyes, even with such pain, she still forced herself to eat up the food.

Because that person... the dead person, ask them to live!

The best soldiers will never disobey the general’s orders. Since General Zord requires them to live, then... they will thrive on the earth.

After 30 minutes, in the cemetery on the outskirts of Gotham City, deep in the Christian family's private cemetery, Clark accompanied Ophela standing in front of a new tombstone, wearing a long dress and wearing sunglasses, Ophela looked at him quietly. The tombstone is engraved with the admonishment that fits into the bones of Kryptonian soldiers.

"The glory of death is the place of death"

Below is another epitaph written for Zord by another person.

"Here is a real warrior, a fearless warrior, the most loyal defender of Krypton-Drew Zod! There is no name for him in the paradise of this world. He was never born, never died, never Exist! But we know that he is a legend. Among the stars, he shines the last glory of Krypton. My friend, may you return to your hometown! May your soul rest in the good times of Krypton! "

"Heaven is on the left, soldiers are on the right!"

Ofila looked at the tombstone. She held out her hand, and her powerful fingers gently touched the tombstone in front of her. Her tears crossed her face. She whispered:

"Karl, I'm so uncomfortable... I don't like this world. I have never liked it. It takes away the only meaning in my life."

"Then you should learn to hate it!"

Another voice sounded behind the two of them. Ofila turned back sharply. She looked at the figure coming slowly, her fists clenched, the ground under her feet began to tremble, and the small stones began to jump. The power of sleep was surging in the body of the female soldier.

"Sib. Hawke! How dare you show up in front of me! How dare you show up before Zord!"

Faced with her anger, Saibo's face didn't change color. He held a bunch of white roses in his hand. He glanced at Ofila and whispered:

"Do you really want to fight here? Do you want to disturb Zord's long sleep?"

In a word, all of Ophela's anger was dissipated invisible. Cyber ​​passed her body and placed the flower in front of Zod's tomb. He patted the tombstone in front of him and turned his head to Ophela:

"I know you want to kill me, I welcome you, but now you are not my opponent, you want to kill me, you must first understand me, this world is my territory, you can not integrate into it, you just Can see me stronger... If you don’t have the meaning to survive, then hate me and use it as your motivation to live...I give you freedom not to watch you play suicide, rely on you to renew The recovery of the Krypton civilization is Zorde's last wish."

Cyber ​​shrugged and turned away:

"I did what I promised him, can Krypton continue to exist... that's your business."

"Let's live alive and make me more and more bored in life, so a little more fun."