In the movie Thor, the Destroyer armor had been destroyed.
However, according to its true origins, the Destroyer was far from ordinary.
Long ago, when the Celestials conducted genetic experiments on humanity, the Asgardians feared that Earth might eventually face annihilation. To protect the planet, Odin ordered Asgard's finest craftsmen to create the Destroyer armor.
After it was completed, Odin, Zeus, and several other major Earth deities jointly blessed the armor.
Those divine blessings granted the Destroyer immeasurable power.
Although countless years had passed and much of that divine power had faded, the armor still retained many extraordinary properties.
Hela pointed toward the giant construct.
"The Destroyer has lost most of its former characteristics."
"However, if dwarf craftsmen repair it, many of its functions can still be restored."
Dwarf craftsmen?
Ethan smiled.
It seemed this thing really was destined to belong to him.
Having a powerful armor that could be remotely controlled from across the stars was certainly not a bad addition.
"As for this Life Tablet..."
Hela pointed toward an ancient stone tablet nearby.
"It has quite an extraordinary origin."
"This relic comes from the lost civilization of Atlantis."
"It contains the Life Equation of biological evolution."
"According to legend, any lifeform that fully understands it can evolve into a higher form of existence."
"The only flaw is that this tablet is incomplete."
Atlantis?
Ethan's thoughts stirred slightly.
That was interesting.
Whether in Marvel or DC, Atlantis existed in both worlds.
That meant the missing portions of the Life Tablet probably existed somewhere else.
Still, Ethan's interest was limited.
Krypton already possessed some of the most advanced biological engineering knowledge in existence. Compared with Kryptonian science, the Life Equation was not especially attractive.
Thinking of that reminded him of something else.
Today was also an important day for Krypton.
"Very well."
"Asgard still requires your attention."
After speaking with Hela for a while longer, Ethan stepped through a spatial gate and returned to his true base.
Neptune.
Back inside the imperial palace, Ethan sat upon the throne and looked toward the powerful figures gathered below.
A satisfied smile appeared on his face.
Lilith stepped forward.
"These are the newest twenty Kryptonian generals."
"They have all bathed in the radiance of the Central Codex."
Below the steps, twenty imposing figures wearing black battle suits knelt on one knee.
Every one of them lowered their heads respectfully toward the throne.
These were not ordinary Kryptonians.
They belonged to the higher genetic sequence.
The General template.
Creating a single general consumed more genetic nutrients than hundreds of ordinary soldiers.
That enormous investment naturally meant enormous returns.
Each one possessed enough strength to crush hundreds of Kryptonian soldiers alone.
According to the predetermined plan, they would eventually be stationed on the lunar base and exposed to solar radiation, fully awakening their biological potential and transforming into true superhumans.
"Excellent."
Ethan was very satisfied.
He could feel the powerful life force surging through their blood.
And he never doubted their loyalty.
The genetic laws embedded within the incubation pools had already been rewritten.
Every Kryptonian born through the empire would be absolutely loyal to the Emperor.
To make that loyalty even more absolute, Ethan had personally written his own name into the underlying genetic directives.
"Rise."
"I look forward to the day you become true Supermen."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
The twenty Kryptonian generals roared in unison.
After observing them for a while, Ethan left the palace.
Outside, he discovered that the massive plaza beyond was packed with orderly ranks stretching as far as the eye could see.
Their numbers were overwhelming.
Lilith smiled proudly.
"This is Your Majesty's army."
"One hundred thousand Kryptonians."
Good news arrived one after another.
Even Ethan could not help feeling proud.
It almost felt as if his imperial crown was shining brighter.
"Warriors who have never experienced battle are not true warriors."
"Let them go out and experience the storm."
One week later.
Deep within the endless sea of stars, Accuser Elvis led a large Kree fleet toward the front lines.
The journey should have been routine.
Instead, a sudden attack completely woke him from his rest.
"Lord Elvis!"
"We are under attack!"
"What?"
Elvis was immediately startled.
They were traveling through Kree-controlled territory.
This route was supposed to be completely secure.
How could they suddenly be attacked?
Boom!!
Orange explosions erupted throughout the fleet.
Ship after ship exploded.
The burning wreckage spread through space like a meteor shower.
"Damn it!"
"Who is it?"
"Return fire immediately!"
Although furious, Elvis quickly issued combat orders.
This was a frontline military fleet preparing for war.
He wanted to know who had become so bold that they dared attack the Kree Empire directly.
"Oh no!"
A panicked officer rushed forward.
"Lord Elvis!"
"The enemy fleet numbers no fewer than one hundred warships!"
Elvis frowned immediately.
A hundred warships?
Few interstellar powers possessed enough courage to challenge a Kree fleet directly.
Could it be the Skrulls?
The Shi'ar?
Before he could continue guessing, another terrifying report arrived.
"Lord Elvis!"
"The World Engine has appeared!"
"It's the Kryptonian Empire!"
"What?!"
Elvis nearly shouted the word.
"Impossible!"
"How could the fallen Kryptonian Empire possess so many fleets?"
"How could they have enough pilots and soldiers to crew them all?"
Then he suddenly slapped his own face.
His expression became increasingly ugly.
"Bastard."
"That guy stole our warships."
"And now he's using them against us."
"Damn it!"
"I never expected their population to explode again in only a few months."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Red beams cut through the darkness of space.
Warships continued exploding one after another.
"It's Superman!"
"No..."
"Not one."
"At least seven or eight Supermen!"
Hearing that report, Elvis nearly spat blood from anger.
The last time they met, there had only been a handful.
Now the number of Supermen had increased again.
The Kryptonian Empire's recovery speed was simply absurd.
"Retreat!"
Elvis immediately abandoned any intention of continuing the battle.
When he remembered that the enemy fleet consisted largely of assets originally belonging to the Kree Empire, he felt like vomiting blood.
Unfortunately, he had miscalculated.
Another gigantic warship emerged from hyperspace.
The World Engine.
It arrived like a hunter closing in on trapped prey.
Not long afterward, Accuser Elvis and his entire military force were erased from the star map.
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