During the breaths, when neither the Earthlings nor the Kryptonians reacted, nine fortress-level combat Transformers formed two layers of anti-lock lines around the three Kryptonian spacecraft.

General Zod looked at the hundreds of meters long gun barrels on the Transformers and the dark gun holes with a diameter of more than ten meters, and asked himself in a little surprise that the only remaining Kryptonian military scientist was the only remaining Kryptonian military scientist: "Can you estimate the combat capabilities of these spacecraft?"

"Uh..." The tall and thin Kryptonian scientist was not sure. According to the Earth network he had hijacked before, the Earthlings' use of thermal weapons is still in its infancy, and their spacecraft should not be afraid of Earthlings' attacks; but these nine aircraft do not seem to be at the level of Earthlings, especially the main guns on those aircraft, which have no data to record the relevant power.

"Tommy, the first time I came out, I don't really understand. In this case, should we fire the gun or go through the program?" said a Transformer, calling a small aircraft on the outer layer of the anti-lock line.

As early as when Mo Tie was the owner of the logging farm, he followed his Tommy calmly and said, "Don't do anything randomly. What the boss wants is the kryptonite on the Creation Engine. Once the fortress star destroyer is opened, they will not even have any slag left."

"Oh, OK, Tommy, we all listen to you."

Several obviously new Transformers said it was.

"Then... Brother Tommy, are we going to turn into human form to capture the people in the spacecraft alive?" a young newbie asked bravely.

At this time, Mo Tie's voice sounded in their minds: "No need to capture it alive, 800 mm of naval guns, and make them into sieves. Look back and go to the sea to catch the wreckage."

"Okay, boss!" all the Transformers replied in unison.

From the NASA probe, the senior American generals could clearly see that the strange aircraft surrounding the alien spacecraft changed a lot, and the thick and long gun barrels on their deck disappeared, replaced by dozens of similar turrets that were several smaller.

"Boom boom boom boom..." Those turrets opened fire, and the sound could not be transmitted in space. The people in the NASA monitoring room all made up for the sound of the fire based on the effects of light and shadow.

The Americans could not directly judge the firepower of those aircraft, so they turned the camera and observed the alien spacecraft.

Shockingly, the three alien spacecraft with strange shapes were hit without any reaction, and dense flames passed through their hulls, making them all holes and losing power support. The alien spacecraft fell toward the earth.

"Hurry, find out the crashed waters quickly and organize salvage. Don't let others take the lead!" The American general gave the order without thinking.

Then, he suddenly recovered rationally and added another order: "Check the authenticity of this surveillance to see if our space probe has also been hacked?"

Obviously, he was dismissed by NASA before, but now he was questioned by the horrifying scene.

"General... General, you'd better look at this." The staff member pointed to the screen in a panic and said.

On the screen, the nine aircraft that appeared from the back of the earth actually chased the alien spacecraft and rushed towards the Indian Ocean.

...

When the American fighter plane arrived at the crash site of the alien spacecraft more than ten minutes later, they found that the wreckage had not been taken away. They began to salvage them in ecstasy.

Motie held the green kryptonite and felt its radiation curiously. General Zod, who was captured alive in front of him, lay on the ground like a dead dog. The feeling of becoming stronger after absorbing the sunlight and the pain of being suppressed by kryptonite made him dying of ecstasy.

What made him even more unacceptable was that these obviously powerful combat Kryptonians were actually pressed tightly by several broken machines and could not move. Their power had obviously increased to an unimaginable level.

"Who are you?" Zod sniffed a few words from his mouth with difficulty.

Mo Tie put down his kryptonite and then looked at him, saying indifferently: "I am the adoptive father of Carl Al and the supreme ruler of the Cybertan civilization. I heard that you were calling out to the entire earth and threatening my son?"

"I am a clan member of... Carl Al... we need... him." The veins on Zod's face burst out, and saying a complete sentence was also tormenting him.

Mo Tie waved his hand and said lightly: "Oh, I know, Kryptonian genes, my son has a lot of them in his body, but even if you get the genes, wouldn't you still copy a lot of similar NPCs back? What's the use?"

After saying that, Mo Tie opened a space door and threw kryptonite into the basement of the castle.

Zod and others did not suppress kryptonite and finally breathed smoothly. Although they were pressed on the ground by the Transformers made of Miaoer Nier, they could not move, but they were able to speak:

"What do you mean?" Zod was finally set as a general-level NPC. At the critical moment, he dared to attack Krypton's Supreme Presbyterian Church, which shows that there are rules-breaking parts in his genes.

"Karl Al is the first Kryptonian to give birth naturally in centuries. What I am curious about is that you cloned it and can't even have a baby?" Mo Tie laughed, "or is it that you can't reproduce at all, so you are not a man at all."

Zod said angrily: "Kryptonian law provides that children are not allowed to be created without permission."

Mo Tie was happy: "Where is Krypton? My son went back and saw it, but he couldn't even see the ruins, and they were all blown up."

Zod said with a righteous look: "Where we are, is Krypton!"

"Oh, I'm quite enlightened, but unfortunately I'm a stubborn mind. Let me tell you, I've cleaned up all the genes in my son's body and completely deleted, the kind that doesn't have any backups at all."

The remaining Kryptonians around Zod were furious, glared at Mo Tie, and started to curse loudly.

"You killed billions of Kryptonians! You genocide madman!"

"Bitch, you must die so much..."

Mo Tie thought they were too noisy, so except Zod, they were all detained in a room where kryptonite was stuffed.

Zod frowned. Although he hated Motie for erasing the Kryptonian gene bank in Clark, he was set to be the Iron Blood and Resolute Chief of Kryptonian Military, so he did not immerse himself in sadness, but began to think about what Motie had said before.

Mo Tie saw this thoughtful expression and instantly understood what he was thinking.

"My son is coming back soon, Zod, you can talk to him. After all, you two should be considered the highest remaining positions in Krypton."
Chapter completed!