"If it wasn't for you—starting that war, draining Krypton's last trace of vitality!"
"Letting Krypton be destroyed in wailing!"
"I could have saved it all!!"
Jor-El rose amid the dust and smoke. His figure was twisted and blurred beneath the shroud of sand. His body was broken, his appearance tragic and furious, and his voice echoed with pain and rage as he shouted in hoarse, slurred Kryptonian.
At the time, he had been working for Krypton's future, tirelessly running between various councils.
He kept persuading, negotiating, and forging alliances.
He sacrificed much of the El family's interests—just to save all of Krypton.
Without that war...
Perhaps the future could've been altered, redirected to another path.
"If there hadn't been a final war, everything could have been saved."
He stood in the dust, panting. His strong frame trembled as he roared with frustration and fury.
His werewolf body, obscured in the swirling haze, radiated utter grief.
"Incompetence!"
Bardi's deep voice erupted from his throat, cold and cutting.
He tore off his cloak, revealing a terrifyingly powerful physique.
He stood five meters tall. His legs, thick and sturdy, supported a massive, muscular, inverted-triangle upper body. The musculature was clearly defined, as though carved from stone with lines of raw, explosive power. From between the muscle lines, dark magical mist continuously surged, giving him the terrifying presence of a true magical form.
"You only wanted to preserve the El family's glory!"
"You only wanted to save your so-called family!"
Bardi's massive body lunged forward into the dust cloud, a figure of raw power with sharply defined features. His tyrannical expression exploded with rage. Around his eyes, dark tendrils were branded into the skin. His pupils were black and icy, cold as absolute zero in deep space.
His chest-sized fist, coated in concentrated dark magic, crashed toward Jor-El's chest.
This wasn't just destructive magic—it was gravity magic, withering magic, and specialized magic Bardi had developed to counter Kryptonian cells. Its lethality was devastating, capable of breaking down Kryptonian platelets and invading the nervous system. It targeted Kryptonian biology with ruthless precision.
Backed by focused research, this exclusive magic, custom-engineered to destroy Kryptonian physiology was now unleashed by Bardi with precision, targeting every aspect of Jor-El's body, inside and out.
Jor-El offered no resistance.
The magic weakened his strength, withered his cells, and increased gravity's pull on his body. He couldn't move. He could only roar with fury as Bardi's fist slammed directly into his chest.
In an instant, the magic exploded on impact. His surface muscles convulsed and caved in, like a withering eggplant crushed under force. His abdominal cavity collapsed, and ribs pierced outward like bone spurs spreading their wings. Dense bones jutted through, soaked in blood, horrifying to behold.
Bardi didn't stop. After beating Jor-El into this miserable state, leaving him unable even to scream in pain, Bardi drove his magic-charged fist forward again and roared:
"You never saw the wailing of the people at the bottom!"
"Never saw their pain!"
"Their lives were predetermined, and they lived in despair under your ideals!"
"There was no hope!"
"There was no life in their eyes!"
"They weren't even people to you!"
With every word, Bardi's fist slammed down on Jor-El's body, and Jor-El, like a soaked rag, spattered blood with each brutal blow.
He was helpless, weakened, in pain—shuddering like a dying beast in a storm.
In the thick shroud of dust, the air echoed with the sounds of tearing flesh, splattering blood, and the dull thuds of heavy blows—all underscored by Bardi's rage.
"Society needed servants, so you made waiters!"
"The military needed soldiers, so you made warriors!"
"You wanted dancers, so you made toys with exceptional grace!"
"Everyone had value... only as they served Krypton's system!"
"There was no value in freedom!!"
A flash of cold light erupted from Bardi's eyes, freezing and ruthless. The black tendrils around his eyes converged into his dark pupils, turning him into a being like the deepest, coldest ice in the abyss—a storm of wrath incarnate.
"They were just lambs."
"Their only purpose..."
"Was to exalt your glory."
"To serve you!"
"To cheer for you!"
"To add to your greatness!"
"To shout your praises!"
Bardi's face was like stone. His black eyes were cold and lifeless. His fist plunged into Jor-El's abdomen, crashing into his chest cavity, smashing through to the base of his spine.
Blood burst across Bardi's horrifying frame, casting a cruel and brutal visual impact.
"Krypton. It was your Krypton!"
And thus, under Bardi's lead, the most devastating war Krypton had ever seen erupted.
He had slaughtered the El family's allied houses, the Military Council, the Labor Council, the Meditation Council, and the Scholar Council. Nearly 40% of the upper echelons were annihilated by his hand.
Because they had already prepared their 'Noah's Ark.'
As long as they survived, they believed Krypton could rise again.
But Krypton's society was twisted, deformed and hopeless.
"No... I was... saving... Krypton... saving... everyone... it was you! Cough"
Jor-El's right cheek was sunken all the way to the bone. He coughed up blood in agony. His one remaining eye burned red, glaring at Bardi with hatred and loathing.
His body was a shattered wreck. His chest cavity was hollow, his heart gone. Yet, his unmatched genetic resilience still tried to heal him—but the magic suppressing his cells made recovery painfully slow.
Bardi's eyes flared with a terrifying light, black as void. His gaze focused sharply—and from it burst a cold, horrifying aura.
Boom!
His fist smashed into Jor-El's tough spine. Flesh and blood exploded. The dog-like form's body split apart. The spine was exposed, the abdomen torn open. Flesh and blood splattered everywhere.
Under the crushing force, Jor-El's remains flew high into the sky, his limp figure soaring in the direction of the Kent family home.
"Save? The stolen Codex of Life... is in your son's body!!"
(To be continued.)
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