69novels Chapter 268 Kara vs. Conquest
Chapter 268 Kara vs. Conquest
Chapter 268 Kara vs. Conquest
When the robot first came into contact with Superman, the Kryptonian's strength was only reflected in his individual power.
Now, Fiora's act of creating a teleportation device out of thin air by some unknown means already indicates the enormous gap between the two races.
The crystal she threw to the ground could reshape matter at the atomic level and replicate itself.
For now, these crystals have only been shaped into a giant building with a teleportation array, but considering the extent to which these crystals can actually achieve, the robot can't help but feel its hair stand on end.
If given the right instructions, those crystals could even multiply to the point of covering the entire Earth.
No wonder Superman always looked on high alert when he mentioned the Kryptonians to Mark.
Such aggressive technology seems tailor-made for colonial expansion; if they wanted, they could transform the Earth into their ideal home in a short time.
If Fiora and her group could hear the robot's thoughts, they would probably just laugh it off.
The Kryptonians' home planet is hardly something to aspire to; its extremely unfriendly ecosystem would be a living hell for most creatures. The fact that an intelligent race like the Kryptonians could emerge is truly a stroke of pure chance.
Conquering and transforming planets one by one in a step-by-step manner is far too inefficient. Their race is striving for a grander goal, and once achieved, the Kryptonians will live forever.
According to Joe El's instructions, Carl El's presence was crucial to this plan.
As for this Earthling saying he wants to live, what does that have to do with the Kryptonians?
As for the threat to destroy the teleportation device under construction, the three Kryptonians present could all see that the robot did not have that capability.
What's more pathetic than bluffing for one's own survival is that no one cares about the threat of such bluffing.
No, there is still one person who cares—
Upon hearing the robot's statement, Kara, who had been silent throughout, suddenly raised her head.
She had been engrossed in examining the portal that would be completed in no time, while also thinking about other things.
She wasn't originally supposed to be part of this operation; Jor-El had plenty of loyal officers at his disposal, eager to risk their lives for this Kryptonian savior.
Kara simply had the longest period of contact with Karl El, and their several encounters and interactions on Earth could be considered '...'
Harmonious.
That's why Jor El allowed himself to travel with Fiora and the others.
Taking action should always be a last resort; the best approach is to reason with Karl El.
Thinking of Joey, Kara couldn't help but wonder what her cousin would do if he were here.
They'll probably rush over with great enthusiasm to help these primitive people get through their difficulties, right?
In a crucial operation that could determine the future of the Empire, the last thing you need to do is create unnecessary trouble. Kara Zo El silently repeated what Jo El had said to herself three or four times before finally breaking the silence that had followed Fiora's unilateral decision to end the conversation:
"I need the energy wave record from when Karl El teleported away. You can also give me what he did on this planet."
"Can I understand that you are willing to help?"
Upon hearing this, the robot immediately perked up. He knew that his persistent pestering might have some effect, and the one with the 'S' logo on his chest, just like Superman, was probably more approachable than the other Kryptonians.
"No."
Just as Kara had thought, Fiora didn't want to cause any trouble at this time. They didn't need anything to track Superman's world travels using the locator provided by Jor-El: "We didn't promise you anything."
"Then just consider this as my personal action."
Undeterred by Fiora's warning gaze, Kara finalized the deal with the robot: "Give me what you asked for,"
"I'll take care of those two aliens for you."
Fiora became Joel's second-in-command through her own strength and methods. In this action group, she should have been the one with the final say. However, Kara, who had lived a secluded life for many years, completely disregarded her.
"—Okay, if you'd like."
With Joe Al's son so close at hand, Fiora didn't want to cause any trouble or escalate the situation, especially since the other party was Joe Al's niece.
As the most influential person in the El family, the Chief Executive could freely criticize and punish his own family members as he pleased, but Fiora did not want to act on his own initiative.
Moreover, casually crushing a few insects would have a negligible impact on the overall operation.
"One is enough, madam, the more dangerous Witrum man."
The robot broke out in a cold sweat and quickly explained, otherwise, if the other party accidentally killed Mark as well, who would he complain to?
"You're finally starting to look like a Varian!"
On the other side of the world, Conqueror was still engaged in a brutal, hand-to-hand combat with Mark.
Nolan's son has lived on Earth for too long and lacks the ruthless decisiveness of the aliens, who kill without hesitation.
Fortunately, the presence of his lover and family made up for this.
"This is just the beginning! Once I kill you," Conqueror grabbed Invincible Young Hero's arm and smashed half a skyscraper like he was grabbing a mace.
"I'll go and kill your little girlfriend, your little brother, everyone you know, and everyone else."
Mark, already battered and bruised from repeated battles, was finally unable to get up again.
Conquering is far too powerful for him now, especially since he also needs to constantly block attacks for Eve and Oliver, making the entire battle even more difficult.
"Don't even think about it!"
Taking advantage of Mark's serious injury, Oliver, who was also of mixed cosmic and territorial blood, pounced on Conqueror. However, he was still too young, and his punches were like tickling Conqueror, a cosmic who had fought his way out of the bloodbath of Mount Hu.
The attacker, already impatient, slapped Oliver across the face, knocking out all of Oliver's teeth.
In his view, the child was decisive enough when attacking, but unfortunately he was a disgusting mixed-race person.
While Atomic Woman Eve possesses the ability to manipulate and recombine atoms, her limitations restrict her to attacking and conquering only by altering external objects.
Her fighting style was far too brutal and primitive compared to her abilities, so much so that when Kara, who was observing the battle from a distance, first glanced at her, she even thought that this woman was a Lantern.
The various weapons that Eve conjured and attacked Conqueror were like a fragile piece of hollow glass struggling against a body of steel.
It shattered completely with a snap.
"Mark, are you still there?"
The person who asked this question was neither Eve nor Oliver, but Conqueror.
The reason he spared Eve and Oliver's lives, besides Mark's strong obstruction, was also to motivate Nolan's son and see just how capable he really was.
The planet Vitrum suffered a devastating catastrophe a century ago, and there may be fewer than fifty Vitrumians remaining in the entire universe. As a result, battles between Vitrumians have always been strictly prohibited.
He had always wanted to challenge the "great Nolan," but he had never been able to.
Fortunately, the way he gained satisfaction from conquest was not limited to fighting. He was never just a simple combat enthusiast; he also enjoyed the thrill of disturbing others.
A battle where the two sides are evenly matched is certainly enjoyable, but completely destroying someone else's cherished possessions in front of them is also a good form of entertainment.
"You are a disappointing failure. No wonder your father left you—but it doesn't matter anyway, he's probably about to be executed by the Empire by now."
Dissatisfied at not having conquered enough, it grumbled and immediately leaped forward, arriving in front of Eve in an instant.
With just one punch, he shattered the defensive shell that Eve had materialized, and the force of the punch continued unabated, heading straight for Eve's face.
He decided to start by smashing Mark's girlfriend's nose with a single punch, and then tear off her chin as well.
After that, he could even tear his half-blood brother in half in front of the invincible young hero, to see if that could truly inspire him to become a true Varian.
With a muffled thud, Conqueror's heavy straight punch was intercepted right in front of Eve. His metal fist collided with Kara's palm without even creating a ripple in the air.
"throat."
Karana, her white hair gleaming in the sunlight, arrived at the battlefield. Looking down at the city already utterly destroyed, she let out a long sigh.
"Even if you want to conquer a planet, there are better ways. What is the purpose of all this, you aliens?"
Even Kara, who was not yet twenty years old at the time, understood the principle that such things should be done secretly, achieving the greatest results with the least amount of effort.
Kryptonians typically use their violence only to deal with enemies of equal standing. They do kill, but only those who could affect the overall situation, not everyone.
But the powerful alien in front of us could only think of blood and death when it came to conquering other planets.
It looked exactly like an untamed wild beast.
"If we leave now, no one will die."
Since spending more time with Karl El, Kara has found that her temper has improved considerably.
"This is the final warning."
In the past, she probably wouldn't have even had a chance to speak to this old man from the planet Wei Xing, who seemed to have muscles growing into his brain. He would have been roasted into a lump of charcoal by the heat vision from tens of thousands of miles away.
Unfortunately, she still didn't have Joey's stance. If Joey were there and had seen what Conqueror had done to Earth, he would probably have arranged the most painful death for them without hesitation, instead of trying to let them go as he is now.
"I don't care."
His inner desire to conquer and kill was rising, and he wouldn't refute the other party's criticism of the Vixing race by using himself as an example.
As mentioned above, the approximately fifty remaining Visians in the entire universe can hardly be considered a true race anymore.
Having long since become indifferent to life and death, all he desired was one bloody conquest and slaughter after another. To this end, as he pulled back the hand that had been grabbed, he mustered all his strength and slammed his other fist into the face of the black-armored female warrior:
"Let me see what you're capable of!"