Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

After a long silence, someone finally spoke: "I remember, there should be a fast missile equipped with a hundred-ton (yield) micro nuclear warhead over there..."

"Are you crazy?" After hearing this suggestion, someone immediately asked: "That's the metropolis! One of the most prosperous cities in the country! Are you crazy to use nuclear bombs there?!"

"It's just a 100-ton satellite nuclear warhead. The impact range of the explosion will be controlled within a small range and will not have any impact on the metropolis."

The effective killing radius of a hundred-ton micro-nuclear bomb is about 300 meters. The temperature and shock wave in the core area can destroy any material in this world until nothing is left.

They now have no more powerful weapons, so using micro nuclear warheads to eliminate Lincoln is the only way they can think of now.

From a human standpoint and perspective, they do not believe that there is any substance or creature in the world that can withstand the power of a nuclear bomb, but the opposition insists on rejecting it.

"If this missile is hijacked by the target and dropped into the metropolis, have you ever thought about what would happen?"

"Nuclear weapons are the strongest force we can control today and must not be used lightly. Once they fail, it means that we will lose all our means of defense. This result is more serious than losing this war!

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In the Hexagon, a quarrel had begun over whether to use nuclear bombs on the outskirts of the metropolis, and the massacre on Lincoln's side continued.

In order to fully demonstrate the powerful firepower they possess, Hagus brought a large number of steel creations and soldiers, but now, they are all gone.

The flaming steel debris was scattered on the originally lush grass, like weeping tombstones. The helicopter's blades were inserted diagonally into the soft soil, like crooked crosses.

In this hell formed of blood, steel, black earth and fire, Lincoln in a black cloak perfectly fits the soldiers' understanding of the devil.

Looking at Lincoln walking step by step, all their beliefs and will have been defeated.

Suddenly, someone remembered Lincoln's initial words. He knelt down and looked at Lincoln with eyes full of pleading and fear: "Please, don't kill me. I want to live, don't kill me!"

Lincoln paused slightly and looked at him with mockery and amusement in his eyes: "Kneel down? It seems that your bones are not very hard."

Regarding Lincoln's humiliation, the soldier showed no anger on his face. He just kept pleading: "I still have a family and a child. Please, please let me go!"

"Family? Children?" Lincoln's eyes narrowed slightly: "Since you want to live so much, why didn't you kneel down from the beginning? Instead, wait until now?"

Lincoln's words made the soldier's voice freeze, and the next moment, a red heat vision penetrated his head.

The body that exuded a burnt smell fell to the ground with a plop. Lincoln turned to look at the remaining soldiers who looked frightened: "You have three seconds to escape. Now, start the timer, 3..."

The countdown in Lincoln's mouth was as cold as the scythe of death about to fall. All the soldiers were filled with despair, but their desire for life still made them run crazily.

The metropolis, the dense forest in the distance, and even behind a bunker, all seemingly safe corners have become their targets.

But as the fatal words fell one after another, Lincoln, dressed in black uniform, slowly rose into the sky, and then in his frightened and desperate eyes, a heat vision that was enough to melt steel burst out.

After just a few seconds, the whole world became silent.

After crossing the wreckage that was still burning with flames, Lincoln returned to his villa with a relaxed expression, and sat in front of Fiora and the others again: "Some annoying guys just came, and now, nothing should affect them in a short time.

It’s our turn.”

Lincoln saved Fiora and the others.

Fiora, who had finished receiving the initial sunlight, penetrated the reinforced concrete structure of the villa and clearly saw the mess outside, as well as Lincoln's merciless slaughter and toy.

At this moment, she strengthened her impression and judgment of Lincoln - the guy in front of her was a Kryptonian with extremely bad character and extremely cruel methods.

She even wondered if Krypton had a new profession called executioner that was created specifically for brutal killing.

Otherwise, she could never imagine that there would be a Kryptonian with such cruel methods as Lincoln.

Fiora didn't speak, but Lincoln spoke: "Do you want to die?"

Looking at Lincoln with a smile on his face, Fiora knew that if she could say the word "I don't want to", the next moment waiting for her would be the fate of being shot in the head with heat vision: "I don't want to."

"That's good." Lincoln nodded and continued: "Become my subordinate and be loyal to me, and you will live."

"Dream!" Fiora didn't speak, and another Kryptonian beside her spoke: "Even if I die, I will never betray General Zod!"

"I know, I know." Lincoln nodded calmly: "It's just death. Of course it's not worth your betrayal, but I have plenty of ways to deal with you."

As he spoke, Lincoln walked up to the Kryptonian soldier: "Maybe you don't know that your body is enhanced in all aspects under the sun."

"It's not just physical defense, but also internal organ strength, resilience, vitality, etc. This means that I can impose many of my doubts about Kryptonians on you."

"The time between us is very long!"

As Lincoln spoke, he dragged the Kryptonian soldier away. At the end, he looked back at Fiora: "You are lucky, but you have enough time before he dies."

"Choose to surrender to me, or wait for your General Zod to save you, or become my experimental material."

After saying that, without giving her a chance to reply, Lincoln slammed the door.

He has been interested in the existence of Kryptonians for a long time, but he has never been able to test it on himself. Now, a pure Kryptonian happened to come, and his chance came.

Hexagonal building.

In the end, these people did not use nuclear warheads against Lincoln, but watched him return to the villa after slaughtering all the Steel Legions present.

After a long silence, someone said: "We should give him a codename. Just like Clark Kent's Superman codename."

"Evil Superman? Injustice Superman? Or Dark Superman?"