Chapter 291

Among the people present, there were those from the Thinkers' Union, the Science Union, the Art Union, and even some survivors from the Laborers' Union... They gathered together with members of other Warrior Guilds and turned their eyes to Zod.

As a warrior, Zod did not hide anything. Looking back at the people behind him, Zod said calmly:

"What we are doing is by no means a rebellion, nor is it an escape. We just want Krypton to return to the embrace of the native universe, to our hometown, and end this undignified escape."

"Now, the time has come - let's convince Jor-El with our fists. If he won't accept it, then knock him out!"

His eyes were full of determination.

He didn't know whether Jor-El felt the call from the original universe. But now, it didn't matter.

As the leader of the Warrior Guild, Zod's strength is unquestionable. Especially in battle, all the genetic engravings of his opponent Jor-El are more inclined to mathematics and logical reasoning. As a warrior, the physical fitness and comprehensive ability of ordinary Warrior Guild members are more than three times that of ordinary Kryptonians. In this case, as the patriarch of the Zod family, one of the three major families on Krypton, Zod's power and talent will only be stronger.

It can be said that in a head-on battle, almost no one can be a match for the Kryptonians of the Warrior Guild. Especially after absorbing the energy of the Yellow Sun and greatly enhancing all his abilities, Zod has enough confidence to pay off Jor-El in a short time, occupy the control room without bloodshed, take control of the battleship, return to the original universe, integrate into the process of reincarnation, and enter the next era together.

Unfortunately, Zod was wrong this time.

"Poor Zod, pitiful Zod, hateful Zod!"

Facing the rebellion from within, even Jor-El's voice was filled with hatred. Wearing a green and white Thinker battle suit, Jor-El's body floated in the air, his pale hair like a lion's mane dancing like flames as the air flow around him vibrated.

Energy surged, and the unbridled cosmic energy formed various arcs and light tracks that lingered around Jor-El. His eyes were dark red, and his muscles bulged all over his body. He was more than one circle bigger. He was obviously a beast spirit of the Thinker Guild, but now his size was even more than one circle bigger than General Zod, the leader of the Warrior Guild.

But as his power grew, the 'S' family emblem on his battle suit, which represented hope, did not emit any light. In fact, it gave people a particularly depressing feeling, as if even his eyes were dyed dark red.

"You're a warrior! Zod! You should have been the sharp knife of Krypton! The blade of Krypton's revival! But look at you now! You actually started a rebellion for the call of some shitty world, and wanted us to go back to the cemetery that we worked so hard to dig out!"

"You've gone mad! You've gone mad!"

Zod's eyes lit up red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "When you were contaminated by those filthy things, you were already hopeless!"

"If it weren't for you, how could I have been contaminated with these things! You traitor!"

Roaring, Jor-El's eyes burst into an even stronger crimson light, melting Zod directly into dust.

(End of this chapter)

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