Chapter 233: Mad Jor-El

Kal remained silent, at a loss for words, not knowing how to console Jor-El.

In an instant, he felt guilty, sorry for him.

He was still wearing the armor of the House of El, the large hope symbol on his chest, still representing the legacy of the House of El.

He once thought he was very compatible with the hope and legacy of the House of El, and he also identified with and admired everything the House of El had done for the people of Krypton. He was willing to continue this hope and bring it to the people of Earth.

But now, he had no connection with the House of El at all, and he was even called a bastard by Jor-El. This made Kal, who had always upheld the hope of the House of El and was wearing the armor of the House of El, feel very uncomfortable and guilty.

Jor-El's words made Kal feel sorry, perhaps he shouldn't have been born, or shouldn't have been born into the House of El.

But his birth was not something he could control, and if Jor-El wanted to harm humans, he wouldn't stand idly by.

"Ahhh..."

Jor-El burst out with a terrifying electromagnetic reaction in the blue sky, screaming in pain. The dark red electromagnetic reaction formed a huge electromagnetic field in the sky, with Jor-El's gray body covered in snake-like blue veins squirming and twisting inside.

The chaotic shock of the electromagnetic reaction spread, and arcs of electromagnetic light had already spread from the commercial district in the eastern part of the city to other areas.

The entire city was constantly experiencing explosions of electrical appliances, sparks flashing through circuits, causing fires, and the panicked screams of people reaching Superman's ears.

Superman's face was stern. He could tolerate Jor-El's attacks on him, but he could not tolerate Jor-El hurting so many ordinary humans.

"I can't let him rampage on Earth."

Once again, Superman rushed into the chaotic dark red electromagnetic field caused by Jor-El. The arcs of the electromagnetic field brushed over his body, causing his hair to stand on end.

In the sky, the two once again resounded with loud explosions, shockwaves shaking the ground, terrifying ordinary people.

Even in this situation, Superman still held back, afraid of hurting Jor-El. Under constant attack, he kept pushing him upwards, trying to push him out of Earth's atmosphere and into outer space.

In addition to feeling guilty and sorry for Jor-El in his heart, he also felt pity for him.

He had once been the greatest scientist on Krypton. Superman had heard his and his "mother's" great and beautiful love story in the Fortress of Solitude, heard his aspirations when he was young, and heard the regret and helplessness in his tone that he couldn't change the fate of Krypton.

He once said he was the last of Krypton, the continuation of Krypton, and fully supported not rebuilding Krypton, respecting his will, allowing himself to carry the hope of the House of El and continue this hope to humanity on Earth.

Now, just because he wasn't of the bloodline of the House of El, he was called a "bastard." Superman felt bitterly sour in his heart.

The father he once respected and admired could not, at this moment, merge with the great figure in his heart who made great contributions to Krypton.

This inability to reconcile with the great figure in his heart was Superman's sorrow and bitter pity.

But no matter whose son he was, the responsibility caused by his predecessors had to be borne by him as well.

Therefore, Superman didn't want to harm Jor-El. He always wanted to push him out into space, then subdue him, reason with him, and find a proper solution that wouldn't harm ordinary humans on Earth.

Superman believed that as long as Jor-El was still there, the hope and will of the House of El would always be there, the hope never lost, existing in everyone's hearts.

The House of El once gave him the hope represented by the S on his chest. Now it was his turn to give hope to Jor-El, to let the hope of the House of El continue from his help, with Jor-El's hands.

"Hahaha... Are you protecting Earth? Guarding this fragile, insignificant planet.

I should have told you to destroy this planet long ago. The value of this planet lies only in rebuilding Krypton!"

Jor-El's twisted face broke into a laugh that was both mocking and desperate. Time and time again, he saw Superman being knocked away by him, relentlessly trying to push himself out into outer space. As they continued to fight, he increasingly felt Superman's resilience and the gradual release of the energy from the parallel universe that he had instilled in Superman's body.

Superman began to withstand his attacks and gradually gain the upper hand.

Jor-El couldn't help but feel endless sorrow.

He sent him through millions of light-years to come to this planet, to become a god among humans, but he abandoned divinity and entered the midst of these ordinary, weak creatures, living among them.

He created a god.

But that god decided to limit himself.

Jor-El's face was a mix of laughter and tears, veins bulging, eyes protruding, with endless sorrow amidst his waves of rage.

"Every life has meaning! We have no right to deprive that from any intelligent life. Their existence is the vitality and hope of the universe, isn't that what you told me?"

Superman shouted angrily, recalling once being surrounded by loving eyes, but now, all he saw was despair and sorrow.

That look of infinite longing for him to truly be his son, and the despair and sorrow after learning the truth, was so intense that it felt like the whole world was collapsing.

Is bloodline really that important?

"Hehehe... Their purpose of existence is to serve as a backdrop for Krypton!" Jor-El roared madly, his face contorted: "Do you want to save them? Why care about these Earthlings!!!"

The chaotic electromagnetic field around Jor-El suddenly retracted, standing in the sky, with blazing red eyes on his ferocious face. In an instant, those bulging eyes erupted with scorching heat, shooting towards a direction of the commercial district of the city.

The heat vision rapidly pierced the air, forming faint sonic booms around it, then evaporating quickly, directly shooting towards the skyscrapers of the commercial district.

Just as Jor-El turned his head, the heat vision sliced through the air like a hot knife through butter, diagonally cutting through eighteen skyscrapers in the commercial district.

The cut surfaces of the skyscrapers were so hot they dripped like molten lava. The upper halves of the buildings began to slide down slowly at an angle.

"Stop!"

Superman's eyes turned red in horror. He shot out his own heat vision, following Jor-El's gaze, preventing the latter's heat vision from sweeping elsewhere.

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