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Chapter 300-Krypton Arrives
The city where he was born is extremely dark, keen on using violence to intimidate evildoers, and worships shadows and bats...

At the beginning, Corax thought Bruce was the same as his brother, the Primarch of the Eighth Legion Night Lords. But after a deeper understanding, Clark found that he seemed to have overthought.

At least, Bruce insisted on not killing people, but instead transformed the entire Gotham through various means at the same time - on the surface, he was a stupid and rich charity tycoon, and behind the scenes, he was a masked vigilante who enforced the law violently, but he would never kill people.

"I must apologize to you because it was difficult for me to consider you as a friend until Mr. Ron's introduction."

Having come to the temporary base on Phobos for two Terra days to rest, Corax learned about Bruce from many aspects. He said apologetically: "But it is obvious that you are also a down-to-earth idealist. Although I may not agree with your style of doing things, this may be the best solution for your city."

"...Thank you." Bruce raised his eyebrows after hearing Corax's words, but didn't say much.

He would not be too intimate with Corax just because of his apology. Because during this period, through Cyborg, Wonder Woman and others, they had a multi-faceted understanding of Corax and the Imperial Fleet. Corax might feel sorry for Bruce, but the only thing Bruce could feel was the imminent sense of crisis.

The useful information obtained by the Justice League members during the negotiation with the Empire personnel was very limited. However, by summarizing and cross-checking the information obtained by all members of the Justice League, Bruce has built a powerful, advanced, but extremely ignorant, and extremely xenophobic empire.

It is no exaggeration to say that no matter from which angle, the Empire is the target that the protagonist must attack in any story. The people are living in poverty, and they can see the bleak future almost from birth. But combined with the information about the other universe and the enemies they face... at least, in Bruce's opinion, this is just picking a relatively good piece of trash from a group of trash.

"What is the composition of this race called green orcs?" Bruce couldn't help but ask as he looked at the information in front of him. "After death, they will produce a large number of spores that enter the ground and can grow through photosynthesis. They are extremely fond of fighting, and as long as they keep fighting, they can quickly complete the iteration of technology and even make machines operate effectively in a way that does not conform to the laws of physics... And, if this is the case, you are almost facing a war that is almost impossible to win. Because they can never be killed."

"There are many different opinions about the origin of orcs in the empire, and it's hard for me to give you a convincing explanation." Hearing this, Corax shook his head and said, "As for whether the war can be won... well, we were just delaying the final destruction before this. But now, everything has changed. My father has regained his freedom. It only takes a few decades for him to stand up again and lead mankind to launch another great expedition until all humans achieve final liberation and ascension."

"As for these orcs... at the beginning, we really couldn't deal with them. But after so much time, we have mastered a set of technologies, processes, and methods that can perfectly eliminate all orc spores on the planet."

Corax seemed optimistic.

In fact, the Empire as a whole is now very optimistic - the end of Vandire's bloody rule, the return of two Primarchs, the atonement of the four rebellious Primarchs, and the resurrection of the Emperor. These things, one by one, are inspiring the entire Empire. Because they realize one thing, that is, the Golden Age of the Empire that ended six thousand years ago is very likely to rise again from their hands. So much so that they launched a new round of Great Crusade to completely put an end to all the abominable xenos and make humans the undisputed masters of this galaxy!
"You seem very confident about this?" Bruce asked.

"Yes." Corax nodded and said, "It is called Imperial Optimism within the Imperium... Well, except for my brother, Guilliman. He is currently having a headache due to the political problems between the planets."

Corax shrugged helplessly. It was not that Corax did not want to help Guilliman, but that with Guilliman's problem, Corax did not know how to help - he did have strong governing abilities. Because under the Emperor's genetic engineering, every Primarch was a jack of all trades in the literal sense. As long as the Primarchs were willing, it would only take a few days to fully master a subject. The so-called specialization was only to be outstanding in one aspect on the basis of omnipotence, not to be incompetent in other aspects.

Even when Corax suggested that he help deal with some political affairs, Guilliman would often wave his hand and say, "The surveillance of the Warp is more important, leave it to me."

Corax and Bruce were chatting, while others in the temporary base on Deimos were also trying to communicate with the people from the Imperial Expeditionary Fleet. The most enthusiastic person among them was Cyborg, because he found the Empire's technology very interesting. Under extremely ignorant and conservative circumstances, there was also a lot of room for maneuver. But compared to Cyborg, the Mechanical Archmagus Cawl was obviously more excited. The reason was simple. Research in the Empire was always full of restrictions. Even as a great magus of the Mechanicus, Cawl had to keep some of his research hidden. Even the mechanical slaves on Cawl's exclusive vehicle, the Explorer King, had to delete their memories regularly to prevent unnecessary "rumors" from spreading.

The most obvious point is about artificial intelligence. Because of the Iron Man Rebellion at the end of the Dark Tech Age, the Empire's management of AI is extremely strict. The combat robots mentioned above need the mechanical priests to constantly input codes during the battle. Every time a code is entered, they will carry out a new task. If no code is entered, the original task will be repeated. Including in a war, because of the accidental death of the mechanical priest, the remaining combat robots began to repeatedly execute the slaughter order, and continued to slaughter at the bottom of the nest until the imperial army and the new mechanical priests arrived and stopped.

But here... at least I can ignore those restrictions in the short term and conduct research according to my own ideas.

But just when people were still communicating with each other based on the differences between the two worlds, suddenly, Bruce's cold voice came from the base's radio.

"Kryptonian ship spotted, everyone, prepare for battle!"

After hearing Bruce's words, everyone was stunned at first, and then quickly returned to their respective positions and prepared for battle.

About a day later, accompanied by gushing energy flames, a slightly damaged white Kryptonian warship flew over from a distance. In the center of the warship, a huge green "s" logo came into everyone's sight. Just looking at it, everyone in the Justice League couldn't help but feel their hearts sink - just like Thomas said, there is no doubt that this is a warship from Superman's family.

Based on this, what Thomas said about the owner of this battleship seems to be self-evident...

Unlike the Justice League, the soldiers of the Honor Legion of the Imperial Expedition Fleet were very silent. Corax, wearing a jet-black power armor, had accepted his own subspace nature. Corax's face was directly exposed to the vacuum of the universe - of course, it was not actually his entire head that was exposed, but a small stand was covered to facilitate Corax's better insight into every detail of the battlefield. The parchment that recorded the Great Crusade and the glory of mankind was printed on Corax's body with bright red wax. At the beginning, Corax did not like this thing called the Mark of Purity. But slowly, after Corax noticed that the Mark of Purity could effectively inspire the morale of the Empire's soldiers and civilians, he pinched his nose and accepted it.

His arms extended out with sharp power claws, and a crackling decomposition force field covered them. His eyes were full of coldness, and even without Corax saying too much, the legionnaires behind him were ready for battle.

Obviously, the people on the Kryptonian spaceship also noticed these long-awaited hosts from Earth. Jor-El, who was suspended in the air with a lot of blood on his armor, opened the hatch of the battleship. His whole body was exposed to the endless energy rays in the universe. He opened his hands and slowly fell to the ground from the air with an indifferent face. The cloak behind him fluttered, and the white armor was decorated with green, which made the black and red after the blood dried up look particularly eye-catching. But Jor-El obviously didn't care, just looked at everyone, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"I am a guest who has come from afar...Shouldn't you prepare more cheers?"

If it were in the past, if it were in his own world, Corax would not have said anything to Joe-Eldo, but would have rushed over waving his power claws to let him know what the hell the black hand is!
But now, after all, they were in another world, so Corax just looked away.

Bruce, who walked out of the base wearing a kryptonite armor, did not intend to greet Jor-El. He snorted coldly and said, "Kryptonians, leave here and return to your world."

Jor-El didn't seem to care about this, but the indifference in his eyes became more and more obvious.

To be honest, Jor-El looks very similar to Clark - even very similar. Especially the distribution of facial features, giving people the feeling of an older version of Superman. The white hair is also similar to the current Superman hairstyle, but with a little more vicissitudes and experience. It is exactly the same as the AI ​​image built based on Jor-El in the Fortress of Solitude, and even more vivid. The only difference is the temperament...

This Jor-El's temperament is very different from Clark's. He gives people an inexplicable sense of paranoia. He doesn't feel like a wise thinker, but like... a pure ambitious person.

"Don't worry, we are not here for war, but for a peaceful solution."

Jor-El seemed calm.

Bruce narrowed his eyes in the face of Jor-El's words, subconsciously not wanting to pay attention, because Bruce knew very well that similar ambitious people always had their own set of rhetoric to convince others. These rhetoric seemed to make sense at first, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that it is all bullshit, just lies and traps set up to cover up their ambitions.

But after a moment of silence, Bruce said, "Then tell me."

It's not what Bruce wants to hear, but he wants the rest of the Justice League to realize the inevitability of this war. And, let Clark know that it's not them who are seeking war...

Just as Bruce thought, Jor-El coughed lightly and then said, "We came to Earth, but we didn't come to occupy it or hurt it. We came to survive."

"So? What are you going to do?"

"No man's land." Jor-El said, "Just give us an uninhabited area. It doesn't matter if it's an ocean without land, because we have enough ability to transform the environment of the planet and make it more habitable."

"Then how will humans cope?" Bruce asked, "When you have restored your population, and the existing area can no longer meet your survival needs, what will you do?"

"We can develop this world together with humans." Jor-El seemed very peaceful: "We can ensure equality and human safety. And let the whole world have more possibilities."

"Well said, so why don't you go to a planet without humans?" Bruce shook his head: "Or is it that keeping humans as pets is also a way to ensure safety?"

Hearing this, Jor-El narrowed his eyes, as if he wanted to say something. But before Jor-El could speak, Ron on the side waved his hand and said, "That's enough. Why bother explaining to him? His body is full of world viruses. I guess they have already merged into one. Just looking at him makes me feel like I have a sexually transmitted disease. Anyway, I want to see a river of blood!"

After hearing the news about the world virus, Jor-El snorted coldly, realizing that these conversations were of no value to him at all, and that the other party wanted him to tell certain people.

Jor-El simply waved his hand. Then, two men wearing Kryptonian warrior armor flew out of the slightly damaged battleship, holding a short-haired man covered in blood and with broken bones in his hands.

(End of this chapter)