Chapter 119: Recovery, Handling, and Future

"Tell me, what do I need your army for?"

H'el's voice fell abruptly, and his Transformer minions, prostrating in the sky, emitted a rhythmic and mechanical sound of transformation. A cannon emerged from one of their hands, emitting a faint blue particle aura.

Even though the cannons were not aimed at the civilians, they still felt the presence of hundreds of thousands of barrels, varying in size. Some were as large as two hundred meters, the size of a marshal-class battleship's barrel, while others were as small as the fist-sized barrels of reconnaissance ships, exuding a destructive aura as if they could bombard the surface and annihilate any flesh and blood.

General Taylor-Wex turned pale, his lips white, trembling incessantly as beads of sweat poured down his forehead like cascading beans.

Had he ever witnessed such a scene?

Although he possessed the talents of a general, when it came to indulging in food, drink, and pleasure, organizing extravagant parties was more his forte.

Just seeing the warships transform into mechanical lifeforms left his mind blank, his neck stiff, unsure of what he should be thinking.

He didn't even dare to meet H'el's indifferent gaze. Trembling in his heart, General Taylor-Wex was afraid to meet H'el's eyes, just like being caught and singled out by the teacher's gaze in the classroom.

Taylor-Wex trembled all over, lowering his pale head, closing his eyes. If it weren't for his arms trembling weakly, lacking the strength to raise them, he would have covered his ears with his palms.

Pretend not to see anything, not to hear anything.

The silence in the square was terrifying.

"You don't have the will befitting a general."

H'el gently shook the hand resting on the armrest, signaling the warships to retract their barrels.

Many warships in the sky extinguished their prepared state in the barrels, transforming them back into mechanical hands that stood tall in the sky. Various gazes were fixed on General Taylor-Wex.

Under the feet of General Taylor-Wex and the high-ranking officials of the army, metal fences rose, forming a cage that trapped them inside.

"No, no, no, I'm not with Wex and his gang."

"I support the Majesty, I support H'el the God. Please spare me."

"It was all Taylor-Wex's instructions. I didn't rebel, I didn't rebel."

The high-ranking officials of the army cried out for injustice, pleading with tears.

Having long been corrupted with bulging bellies and fat all over their bodies, they lacked any strong willpower and only wanted to survive in this moment.

Taylor-Wex sat motionless in the cage, his eyes vacant, devoid of any reaction.

The cage that imprisoned them slowly moved out of the square and the ground cracked open like a deep abyss. Amid their screams and cries, they fell into the abyss that opened up on the ground.

The sound grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared completely, and the abyss-like crack sealed shut.

"Kalu-Zod."

"Here!"

"You will temporarily manage the Kryptonian Army and the enforcers."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Kalu-Zod solemnly accepted the order.

H'el's lower back pressed against the cold metal throne, with sharp and angular armrests that felt smooth and delicate. The touch of his hand on the armrest could feel the patterns of his fingertips. He swept his gaze over the seven million Kryptonians, looking into their expectant eyes, and spoke in a deep voice:

"The old Krypton is in the past, it is already destroyed! From now on, the new Krypton will have no boundaries like the old one.

I declare here: Only the capable shall rise!

With your abilities, we will create a new Krypton that belongs to me, that belongs to all of you.

The stars belong to us, and the universe will broadcast our fame.

The ancient and magnificent legends will no longer be mere stories remembered in our hearts. The myth of conquering the stars millions of years ago will set sail. I will lead you to conquer the stars, reign over the cosmos, and let this universe bear the indelible mark of ours—New Krypton!"

H'el's deep and resolute voice carried a fervent excitement, transmitting to the hearts of every Kryptonian.

In the hearts of the people in the square, a surge of passionate and boundless dedication and excitement emerged. It flowed through their entire bodies, causing them to tremble with excitement and their faces to flush. They couldn't help but raise their fists and strike the sky, shouting at the top of their lungs, "Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

On the square, faces turned red as everyone shouted in unison, waves of loud cheers converging into the goal and hope of the people of New Krypton.

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Merely relying on slogans alone cannot harness the passion of the Kryptonian survivors.

After the slogans were shouted, the warships began their work. Some were embedded into Zero Planet, some conducted satellite patrols, and others left the planet to visit the distant Kryptonian ruins and continue scavenging for resources. Under the arrangements made by Zero, everyone went about their tasks.

As for the seven million Kryptonian survivors...

While Kalu commanded the army and maintained discipline, the citizens reported the corrupt officials of Kandor City one by one. Almost all the officials of Kandor City were caught and sent directly to prison by H'el, ready to be used for human experiments.

Furthermore, preliminary selection was made to identify suitable administrators. Even those without administrative talents were considered, as lack of talent does not mean one cannot manage; it's simply a question of scale.

Everything ran smoothly with order. H'el enacted laws that belonged to him, making sure they were remembered. Soon, Zero arranged for them to be injected with Proton Computation Terminals.

The Proton Computation Terminals would be implanted in their bodies to monitor their physical condition, collect bodily data, assist them in controlling their bodies, and facilitate network communication and rapid command issuance, among other functions.

Essentially, it was a smartphone that combined monitoring, tracking, body testing, communication, and internet access.

After all, H'el did not possess a Life Creation Chamber or a Codex, so he couldn't regulate the genetic talents and create new Kryptonians according to circumstances. Therefore, these seven million people were quite precious to him.

Of course, H'el didn't intend to rely solely on the Codex. He had made preparations and mobilized Kandor City's biological science team to collaborate with Sylvia on the recombination research of genetic talents.

In the near future, Kryptonians would be able to reproduce naturally. When children reached the age of twenty, they could decide their own genetic talents through the injection of genetic genes.

As for the clothing, food, shelter, and transportation of these seven million people, H'el had long been prepared.

During the design of Zero Planet, H'el had already created living areas capable of accommodating three billion people, enough for Kryptonians and Transformers to live together.

The environment on the planet might be cold, lacking warmth and the familiar feeling of soil and trees, but Kryptonians would not live there permanently.

Zero Planet was always a military base, a fortress of war, and would not be the long-term residence for Kryptonians.

H'el had a clear goal and had already begun planning. After restoring the strength of all Kryptonians, they would head to Earth, occupy a territory, first as a dwelling place for Kryptonians, and gradually establish a new Kryptonian planet.

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