[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

Chapter 125 Eden 13

The people on the Tomorrow looked up at the boundless, dark universe.

They saw enemies exploding like fireworks all over the sky, and they saw supermen standing in the void like gods sinking frigates one by one. Those memories that were gradually covered by survival in the endless sea of ​​stars were awakened again.

That's their Superman.

The son of Krypton guarding the metropolis, the indestructible barrier that once surrounded the metropolis, once again appeared in front of them like a miracle.

The incomparable sense of security made everyone stop their movements. The red-eyed soldiers who wanted to fight the aliens, the ordinary people with desperate faces, and the crying children all opened their shiny eyes wide and looked at the aliens. The god of the world in the galaxy.

"He is back?"

"He is back……"

"He is back!"

The spark of hope is blazing in everyone's heart!

Even Luther, who was in the command room, couldn't help but sat back in the command chair, heaved a sigh of relief, and then couldn't help but want to gnash his teeth again.

Damn Kryptonian, he couldn't have deliberately waited until this moment to make a move!

……

Soon, under Clark's high-speed attack, those unmanned frigates seemed to have received some new instructions.

They all changed their formation, from spreading all over the sky to concentrating on defense, and then, accompanied by extremely dazzling flashes, one after another disappeared in place.

Hyperspace jump?

Clark's expression became serious.

As far as he knows, no matter what kind of interstellar voyage, it takes a certain amount of time to recharge, and these frigates have already completed the space jump in the blink of an eye!

In theory, this is almost impossible!

Their mobility is so strong that they can be completely invincible through harassment and guerrilla tactics!

He began to understand why the cruiser Tomorrow was beaten so badly.

At this moment, he saw in a corner of Tomorrow, the hatch was opened.The cabins of the opened rescue ships began to close slowly, and the lights around the entire battleship began to flash.

Clark looked at the hatch and hesitated.

Then he saw the face of the suspected Luther suddenly projected into the air in the form of a holographic projection.

"Come in!" Luther said with a serious face, his voice sounded a little tired, but still full of momentum, "We have activated the jump engine, and evacuated here as soon as it is fully charged, and they will come back soon!"

"Lex Luthor?!" Clark looked at Luthor's super-large holographic projection in astonishment. He didn't have time to think about what was going on, nor did he consider whether it was a trap.

It was really Luther!

Although he always put a question mark on what Luther said, after all, this guy has lied to him many times, but this time he just paused, and rushed towards the hatch without hesitation!

……

"Bang-"

The hatch was closed behind him, and the extremely cold temperature from the universe was blocked from the door, and was quickly exhausted.Clark walked through several doors that opened automatically and came to a spacious platform.

There were already a lot of people crowded on the platform at the moment, they looked at the Superman who came out with surprise on their faces, and the moment they saw his face clearly, everyone burst into cheers!

It was as if he suddenly saw a savior!

"It's Superman, really Superman!"

"We are saved, we are saved!"

"Finally, there is no need to run away anymore...Finally! You hateful Exterminator, look how powerful we are on Tomorrow and us Earthlings!"

"We finally got Superman back! It's a pity...my wife didn't live to see this day..."

"Woooo..."

Many even wept with joy.

Clark looked at these former metropolitan citizens, and he noticed that the clothes of these people were really not good, and some of them even just approved a piece of rag.

Everyone looked gray, like refugees.

From the inside, this cruiser is not as glamorous as the outside. Perhaps all the budget was spent on the external armor, and the internal decoration equipment can only be described as rough and old.

Clark didn't feel like he had entered a space cruiser created by an advanced civilization, but rather a refugee ship.

He even saw some familiar faces in it, and he was pretty sure that these people were once residents of the metropolis.

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked. "Why...is this happening?"

A cracked screen on the platform lights up, and Luthor's face appears on the screen.

"Come to the command room, I will tell you everything." He said in a deep voice, and then cut off the communication.

……

The door to the command room was opened.

Clark strode in, and at a glance he saw that Luther was already sitting in the commander's seat, looking down at him.Behind him is a huge holographic screen, on which is a progress bar that is slowly increasing, and it is almost [-]% at this moment.

"Lex," Clark said.

Luther nodded, stood up, and walked off the podium.

"So..." Luther didn't mean to talk nonsense at all, and opened his mouth to say, "How long have you been here?"

Clark looked at him suspiciously.

"How long have you been in this universe?" Luther continued to ask.

"...I don't know, one day?" Clark recalled what happened today, and said with some uncertainty.

"One day." Luther repeated, and then a faint smile appeared on his face, "Then it seems that you will be a little uncomfortable."

"What's wrong with it?" Clark was taken aback.

At this moment, the progress bar on the holographic screen behind Luthor broke through [-]%.

The entire Tomorrow suddenly trembled!

Clark felt a huge pull that almost twisted everyone into rubber bands, like someone twisted his stomach into a twist like a towel.

The beep sounded sharply in his ears, he couldn't stand on his feet, he staggered back a step, grabbed the fence next to him, and barely stabilized his figure.

Afterwards, the nausea flooded in like a sea tide.

"...Ouch!" Clark couldn't help retching, his face extremely ugly.

"The speed of this ship's jump engine is a bit... strong." Luthor looked normal, and he was used to this discomfort at a glance, "You saw it just now, the Exterminator's mobility is ridiculously strong, we have to modify it drive."

He raised his chin and said braggingly: "Under my modification, the start-up time of this ship's FTL flight has been shortened by 80.00%. Of course, the energy consumption has also increased by more than ten times, and the side effects are also more severe, but... "

He looked down at Clark, who was still retching and pale, and said in a low voice, "These side effects are nothing compared to life-saving."

"...The Exterminator?" Clark almost squeezed out the words through his teeth.

"Yeah, we all call them that, including those strange aliens. Exterminator, this is a unified name, even though they call themselves Gestalt." Luthor said, looking at Clark's uncomfortable appearance, curious He said, "Are you weak now? If I give you a knife now, will you die?"

"..." Clark was speechless for a while, "Thank you for your concern, Lex."

He straightened up and regained his vigorous look: "I'm used to it."

Luther was disappointed.

"So, Lex, what the hell is going on with all this?" Clark rubbed his temples, relieving some of the headache.

Luther sighed deeply.

From his mouth, Clark finally understood part of the answers to the questions.

Luther had come to this world a year ago.

He soon discovered that not only he came here alone, but also that many people in the metropolis were inexplicably teleported to this universe, and they were also scattered in different places.

It took him a long time to save some of the Metropolitans aboard the Tomorrow.

"I have rescued as much as possible, but the casualties are still shocking." Luther said, his expression was a little tired, "This universe is much more dangerous than ours, and I can't find where the earth is—there is no such thing on the star map." Milky Way and Solar System."

"..." Clark couldn't help clenching his hands on the fence when he heard the word casualties, "You... did your best, Lex. How did you get this ship?"

"Anyway, I didn't make it myself. I think it's better for you not to know the specific means." Luther said calmly, "It's enough to provide shelter."

Clark: ...

It sounds like it was tricked and abducted... and it might even kill the original owner of the ship.

Deciding not to delve into the dangerous question, Clarke continued, "Gestalt... I mean, what the hell is an Exterminator?"

Ian once mentioned this word, and Clark has basically confirmed it now, and the current situation is probably related to Ian!

"It's hard to explain," Luthor said. "You can understand that Gestalt is a person—a complete person, and those individuals, those exterminators, are the countless cells that make up this person. And they are not Simple cells are cells with a certain degree of self-awareness. They share their own memory and will. When these tiny existences are combined, they become a gestalt, their shared nerve center—or more accurately, information processing and command center."

Clark: ...

what does this mean?Has collectivism developed into an extreme regime after some final form?

"It sounds like just one race has a special way of living." Clark was a little puzzled, "Why are they called exterminators?"

"Well." Luther shrugged, "Because they are a group of assimilation fighters—and they also have racial cleanliness. They have only two ways to deal with all other races: either treat them as livestock to make food, or connect them into Gestalt, called a part of the gestalt. In short, they don't like the existence of other creatures in this universe, and all people should stay in the gestalt—or stay in their stomachs, in a sense, enter Belly is also a way of adding gestalt, isn't it?"

Clark: ...

Clark pupil earthquake.

He suddenly thought of what happened when he just woke up, he thought of those people who were working like robots but had a certain self-thinking, and thought of the woman whose head was blown off half of her head by laser cannon——

Could it be that he was in Gestalt at the time?

"Wait!" Clark said, frowning. "Is there anyone who connects to the gestalt and then leaves?"

"Yes, but the probability is very low." Luther raised his eyebrows, "They call this kind of person an abnormal sub-individual. What's wrong?"

"..." Clark was silent.

He remembered that the little drone that came to kill him said the term abnormal sub-individual, which seemed to refer to himself.

"Then how will they deal with abnormal sub-individuals?" Clark asked.

"For them, this is equivalent to cell disease." Luthor replied casually, "So they will dispatch a medical team--in serious cases, they will dispatch the top troops in the medical team, what is it called... the scavenger team? This is the most notorious army in the universe, and no grass grows anywhere. Fortunately, they basically only attack their own people. They seem to have a captain, the captain of the scavenger, which is a collection of urban legends from all over the Federation. Until now, no one knows what kind of monster he looks like, but it is said that as long as he makes a move, it is impossible for anyone in the universe to escape his hunting."

After finishing speaking, he chuckled softly without losing sight of sarcasm: "If the scavenger team focused on the outside world, I'm afraid they would have wiped out the entire universe long ago. It's better to go around when you meet these guys—even if it's you, Krypton Star."

Luther had seen the ruins left behind by the scavenger squad.

The entire planet is covered with abyss-like ravines, even the shallowest ones are thousands of meters deep—and those are just the knife marks left by the scavenger team after they cleared up the anomalies.

Clark being hunted down by the scavenger team: ...