redvbooks Chapter 118 The Limestone Martial Saint Reappears in the Martial World
Chapter 118 The Limestone Martial Saint Reappears in the Martial World
Chapter 118 (Kryptonite) The Limestone Martial Saint Reappears in the Martial World
Alfred sat in the Batplane.
The waiting time is often the most agonizing, and the old butler knew very well that with the intensity of his little Bruce's involvement in the battle, it was far beyond what he could help with.
This, in turn, made Alfred nostalgic for the days when he had the chance to pilot the Batplane and spray weeds.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and then turned to look at the screen.
He had just witnessed his Bruce defeat the female Kryptonian and rescue the two men and women who had intruded into the battlefield. Now, his Bruce should return to the Batplane and continue observing the battlefield safely with him until Superman wins...
With a "pfft," Alfred spat out all the coffee he had just drunk.
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What about people?
He threw his coffee cup aside and lunged in front of the monitor.
The area above was completely empty, with no sign of Chen Tao. Instead, there was a chaotic street scene and Fiora, a female Kryptonian, lying on the ground, severely injured and unconscious.
"One penny to call Batman."
Alfred walked to the communication channel and tapped twice: "Can you hear me?"
No one responded, which made Alfred somewhat anxious.
He abruptly stood up and walked without hesitation to the rear compartment. There stood the Kryptonite reactor power armor; once he put it on, he could…
But he soon heard the Batcomputer inform him that Batman had returned. On the screen, he saw Batman floating like Superman, returning to the plane directly through the parachute opening below the Batplane.
This surprised the old butler.
He opened the door to the rear cabin, then went down the steps and then down the ladder to the bottom floor, which served as both a parachute jump platform and a storage room.
Then he immediately saw those pointed ears.
"Bruce, why aren't you replying to me... Oh God!"
Alfred saw that the face beneath his little Bruce mask had turned deathly pale, covered in all sorts of ugly, uneven bumps, making it look completely inhuman. He held a piece of kryptonite that he had ripped from a short spear in his hand, then crushed it into dust with a snap.
The kryptonite spears and kryptonite knives that had been stored here had all been crushed into powder by his bare hands and carefully placed in a lead box. Alfred glanced at the chest of the kryptonite reactor power armor behind him. Oh, thankfully that thing hadn't been dismantled; Bruce still had some sense—
What the hell!
Alfred saw his blues there, frantically destroying his secret weapon, singing silly songs as he did so:
"Roasted gluten~ Roasted gluten~ My roasted gluten~ It's so good! You can taste real lime! A different kind of flavor~"
Alfred had no idea how baked gluten was associated with lime.
But no matter how you look at it, this is definitely not a normal behavior.
He couldn't help but exclaim anxiously, "What are you doing, Mr. Bruce, you...?"
In a daze, Chen Tao turned his head and saw the anxious expression on Alfred's face, so he waved his hand:
"It's nothing serious, don't panic!"
—That was what he originally intended to say, but Bizarro's words were the opposite of what normal people said, so as soon as the words left his mouth, they were automatically translated into irony by this Bizarro body:
"This is a big problem; panicking won't help!"
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Upon hearing this, Alfred thought, "This is terrible! My little Bruce has completely gone mad." He was speechless, too worried to know what to say.
Chen Tao also realized that he seemed to have said the opposite of what he meant, but at this moment his mind was a mess because of the Bizarro, twisted and happy, his thoughts were off-track and stupid, and he didn't care at all.
He stopped wasting words with Alfred and directly manipulated the Batplane to open the drop platform. Carrying the small box of Kryptonite powder, he also grabbed two Kryptonite smoke grenades that he had already made, as well as a Kryptonite dagger. Then, he opened the Batplane's drop platform and disappeared in a flash.
Alfred was left alone on the Batplane, lost in thought.
He turned to look at the Kryptonite-powered armor, on which the bat-computer displayed: "Set up, ready to be summoned at any time."
the other side.
"Huffing and puffing..."
General Zod was breathing heavily. Although Karl El didn't understand fighting techniques, the brute strength he had gained from being exposed to the yellow sun for decades was truly astonishing. Even an elite warrior like him couldn't defeat his opponent in a short time.
But when he and Ek teamed up, they were able to steadily suppress Karl. Even if Karl occasionally retaliated, he was ultimately able to suppress him.
He needed Karl El alive until he knew the exact location of the Codex of Life.
He was like a patient hunter, slowly besieging Clark, wearing him down bit by bit until he finally calmly snatched the crown of victory.
Clark's stench was having less and less of an effect on him. He'd gotten used to it anyway.
If nothing unexpected happens, the balance of power will soon shift...
Then General Zod heard a loud bang, and Chen Tao flew over crookedly, head down, landing in a superhero-like upside-down manner, his skull embedded in the asphalt road.
"Bizarro is happy." (Angry)
Chen Tao involuntarily spoke ironically, then looked up and saw General Zod, Big Guy Ek, and Clark Kent all stopped and staring at him blankly.
"What's going on?"
General Zod frowned. He had just witnessed the other party descend from the sky, yet he was now completely unharmed.
And that flying style was exactly the same as Karl El's flying movements.
His pale, twisted skin with uneven bumps, and the icy, ferocious eyes hidden beneath the mask, like those of a wild beast, undoubtedly proclaimed to everyone that he was not human.
With such a formidable enemy suddenly appearing in the center of the battlefield, the fight can no longer continue for the time being.
Zod gestured with his eyes to his adjutant, the burly Ek, who immediately stepped forward and asked:
Are you a Kryptonian too?
The strange man with the bat-shaped mask did not answer him.
"You look like a fellow countryman."
As he got closer to the other party, Ek sensed the bio-field of the other party, which made him more certain of his and General Zod's judgment.
"When did you come to Earth? Unlike Karl..."
Poor Ek has no idea what he's facing.
Then he grabbed the hood and made the other person put on a strange pose, similar to drawing a sword.
"What are you doing?"
Ek took two more steps forward.
Then, in the blink of an eye, at near supersonic speed, Chen Tao pulled a handful of kryptonite powder from the lead box on his lower back and threw it out.
Ek was caught off guard, but he still managed to raise his hands and close his eyes in time.
Don't worry too much, whatever is obstructing the view or is poisonous will be blocked by his biological field of view...
Then he inhaled a large mouthful of kryptonite powder, because as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, the supersonic smoke even poured directly into his mouth.
Ek let out a dying crowing like a rooster, then clutched his neck, his knees unbending, and fell straight to the ground with a thud, as if he had died suddenly.
General Zod: !
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Lex Luthor sat on the sofa in his old mansion, protected by a ring of pale blue light, surrounded by holographic images of senators and other political figures.
"An immature parasitic demon is an extremely dangerous life form."
He said, "Due to their unstable life structure and energy properties, they will frantically chase after all kinds of energy. The larger and more dazzling the energy burst, the more frantically these beasts will rush up and suck it up like hunting dogs that have seen meat."
He shrugged: "And this kind of absorption is at any cost. Even if they are stuffed to the point of bursting, they will still suck out one last bit before they die."
"According to my research, these parasitic demons are constantly in a state of intense hunger, never being satisfied. To maintain this biological instinct, their brains—"
Luther pointed to his bald head: "It dissolved the moment the transformation was complete. A creature that only needs to eat doesn't need useless appendages like brains. This is the inevitable result of transforming a human flesh and blood body into a pure energy being; currently, there's no way to solve this problem."
"But that doesn't mean these creatures become harmless if they don't absorb energy."
Luther said, "Energy is in every corner of our lives, and humans, as medium-sized mammals, have a considerable amount of chemical energy stored in them."
"Moreover, as the most common creatures on this planet, once the parasites are released, if they can't find a large energy meal, they definitely won't mind finding a small piece of chemical energy to fill their stomachs when they are starving."
The lawmakers and President Wilson remained silent for a moment.
Then someone asked:
"You mean, these parasites are essentially man-eating monsters?"
Luther nodded: "That's true, and for now, there's no way to solve this uncontrollable drawback. We've hit a bottleneck, unless..."
Luther paused deliberately here, and then some inexperienced senators, influenced by him, subconsciously echoed him:
"Unless, if there were more experimental materials available..."
The councilor stopped speaking halfway through his sentence, because everyone present knew very well what the so-called experimental materials were, and these things could never be discussed publicly.
Luther has created so many parasites and used countless living people for experiments. His approach is to cast a wide net and experiment extensively. The corpses of the dead test subjects could pile up into mountains.
Given this situation, why bring in more test subjects?
Do they want to finally let the fire out, have it exposed, and cause nationwide demonstrations and riots?
"So after all that research, you only came up with a half-baked product that's completely unusable in war?" one senator said sarcastically. "What good is it then?"
Luther glanced at him sideways, silently making a fuss about it. Did you really think I was some kind of good person?
I'll make sure your whole family dies right now.jpg
Then he said:
"I rebuilt the Kryptonite reactor power armor for General Ryan and resolved the issue of not being able to use more small Kryptonite when there weren't enough large pieces. I also gave the entire machine a complete upgrade. This mech should now be piloted by Sergeant John Coburn, one of Ryan's men."
General Sam Lane nodded in confirmation: "That's right, it's definitely much stronger than before."
"And I've already said that," Luther said.
"I, Lex Luthor, am a true law-abiding citizen and would never release a parasite that could harm innocent people."
He wore a righteous and indignant expression, which drew a sneer from one of the councilors.
Luther then placed another omen of death on his forehead and continued, "I know you may not believe me."
He glanced at the circle of holographic images around him; most of them were looking at him with suspicion. Luther continued:
"I admit that some of my methods in the past may not have been so legitimate, but now I will only do what I should do."
Luther said:
"Therefore, several days ago, when I discovered that the development of the parasites had stalled, I decisively transferred all the parasites to Lord Ryan. Now they are all out of my control."
General Ryan said, "I have placed these little monsters in the military base under layers of protection, so there will be no problems."
Lord Wilson nodded. He said, "Since everyone agrees that the Parasite Demon is too dangerous and not yet ready for deployment in war, let's put this matter on hold for now."
He turned to Ryan and said, "Sir Ryan, I want Sergeant John to immediately deploy his Kryptonite-powered armor and teach those aliens currently wreaking havoc on our land a lesson. Can you do that?"
"Yes, Your Excellency Wilson!"
"...In the next meeting, we will discuss the follow-up response to the aliens, as well as the advanced technology they may possess... and how to gain control over them..."
Several tens of minutes later.
Luther turned off the holographic projection. He lowered his head, hiding half his face in shadow, and turned to the person behind him, saying:
"Manchester Black. Did you hear what I told them? I'm telling you to be ready at any time."
"Of course, my dearest Mr. Lex." A voice came from the shadows behind his sofa, where a purple-haired man sat on another sofa in Luther’s mansion, legs crossed, wearing a Union Jack shirt.
"But honestly, boss, you've already hired me, so isn't it a bit too much to maintain that closed-off attitude towards me?"
"I don't want to be fooled by the false illusions you weave in your mind," Luther said.
"Better safe than sorry."
"Okay, okay." Blake had no choice but to give up when he saw how serious Blake was. He leaned back on the sofa. "So, when are you going to ask me to work?"
"I already handed over all the parasites to Ryan."
Luther told him, "Now we just have to wait."
He squinted, his bald head gleaming white under the light: "Waiting for things to go as I expect."
(End of this chapter)