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Chapter 34 — The Breaking Point
The Council Hall of Krypton had become a battlefield.
War erupted across Kandor.
The skies above the capital burned with streaks of crimson energy as aircraft clashed violently in the atmosphere. Sleek Kryptonian fighters twisted and turned through the clouds, unleashing streams of laser fire.
Explosions rippled across the skyline.
Aircraft against aircraft.
Laser cannons against laser cannons.
Entire districts trembled as aerial fleets fought for control of the skies.
On the ground, the war was even more brutal.
Energy rifles flashed like lightning as soldiers from different houses clashed across the streets surrounding the Council Hall.
Laser gun versus laser gun.
Plasma shields clashed with explosive blasts.
And where technology failed…
Kryptonians fought with their bare hands.
Bone-crushing punches.
Martial techniques refined through centuries of military training.
Blades forged from rare Kryptonian metals cut through armor.
Everywhere one looked, there was battle.
If someone turned their head left—
Two warriors were locked in brutal hand-to-hand combat.
Turn right—
A cannon turret blasted through a fortified barricade.
Look upward—
Aircraft spiraled downward in flames.
The war was chaos.
And at the center of it stood the House of Zod.
They were outnumbered.
Badly outnumbered.
The allied houses commanded far larger forces.
House Val.
House Zel.
House Al.
House Ul.
House Tar.
House Ru.
Together they had mobilized armies far larger than the military strength of Zod's forces.
But numbers alone did not guarantee victory.
Because the House of Zod had something the others lacked.
Experience.
Discipline.
And generals.
Zod's forces were not simply soldiers.
Many of them carried military templates designed specifically for warfare.
Generations of strategic knowledge ran through their bloodlines.
Their commanders moved across the battlefield like chess masters.
Small units moved with perfect coordination.
Ambushes.
Flanking maneuvers.
Counter assaults.
Even while heavily outnumbered, the warriors of Zod carved through enemy formations like blades through water.
Still—
The enemy numbers seemed endless.
Every fallen soldier was replaced by two more.
And then…
The battlefield shifted again.
New ships appeared above Kandor.
Their hulls bore a different symbol.
The sigil of El.
A voice echoed through the battlefield communications.
"House of El has joined the battle!"
New forces descended into the warzone.
But unlike the warriors of Zod, the House of El brought something else.
Technology.
Advanced weapons.
Experimental drones.
Automated defense systems.
Energy arrays far more powerful than standard military models.
Enemy formations began collapsing under sudden bursts of overwhelming firepower.
Where Zod dominated with strategy…
El dominated with innovation.
And then—
A figure landed in the center of the battlefield.
The ground cracked under the impact.
Von-Ra.
Soldiers from the opposing houses immediately rushed toward him.
Energy rifles fired.
Von-Ra moved like lightning.
He dodged the blasts and struck the first soldier with a single punch.
The armor shattered instantly.
The soldier flew backward like a broken projectile.
Another warrior lunged forward with a blade.
Von-Ra grabbed the attacker's wrist and twisted.
CRACK.
The blade dropped.
Then came the punch.
The enemy collapsed instantly.
More soldiers surrounded him.
One shouted in shock.
"WHAT?!"
"How can you be this strong?!"
Von-Ra glanced at him calmly.
"I'm not strong."
He stepped forward.
"You're just weak."
He moved again.
One punch.
One kick.
One strike.
Each movement dropped another opponent.
But even Von-Ra could feel it.
The enemies were endless.
Wave after wave poured into the battlefield.
Even the disciplined warriors of Zod were beginning to feel the pressure.
Momentum slowly began shifting.
The alliance forces were starting to lose ground.
Even Von-Ra's breathing became heavier as the battle dragged on.
Then—
Everything stopped.
A new voice echoed across the battlefield.
"STOP FIGHTING!"
The words carried through amplified speakers.
All eyes turned toward the Council Hall entrance.
Standing there…
Was the Head Councilor.
And in his grip—
A trembling girl.
Kara.
His arm locked around her neck while an energy blade hovered dangerously close to her throat.
Von-Ra froze.
The Head Councilor's voice rang out again.
"Stop fighting!"
"Or this girl dies!"
The battlefield went silent.
Warriors from the House of Zod slowly halted.
They recognized her immediately.
The sister of Von-Ra.
The beloved daughter of House El.
Kara trembled in the Councilor's grip.
Tears streamed down her face.
"Hick… brother…"
Her voice broke.
"Sorry…"
She sobbed uncontrollably.
"Uwaaaaah…"
"I tried to fight back… with the servants inside the house…"
Her voice shook.
"But they were too strong…"
"I got captured…"
Von-Ra's fists trembled.
His voice erupted like thunder.
"YOU BUNCH OF COWARDS!"
The Head Councilor smirked.
Von-Ra stepped forward.
"You stoop this low just to force me to surrender?!"
Kara suddenly looked up.
Her eyes were filled with pain—but also determination.
"Brother…"
Her voice was quiet.
"Don't mind me."
She shook her head slightly.
"End this battle."
"Win this war."
The Head Councilor pressed the blade closer to her throat.
"Yes."
"Do that."
"And your sister dies."
The battlefield stood frozen.
Von-Ra closed his eyes.
For a moment…
Silence.
Then he slowly walked forward.
His knees bent.
And he knelt on the ground.
"I surrender."
Gasps spread through the battlefield.
The warriors of Zod looked horrified.
"House of Zod… and all allies…"
Von-Ra lowered his head.
"Stop the battle."
Dru-Zod clenched his fists in fury—but slowly raised his hand.
The fighting stopped.
Weapons lowered.
The war ended.
But the cruelty did not.
Enemy soldiers immediately rushed toward Von-Ra.
One slammed the butt of his rifle into Von-Ra's back.
Another punched him across the face.
A third fired a stun blast directly into his chest.
Even while kneeling…
They continued hitting him.
Beating him.
Trying to break him completely.
Kara's eyes widened in horror.
"STOP!"
Tears streamed down her face.
"BROTHEEEEEER!!!"
Her scream echoed across the battlefield as she watched Von-Ra being brutally beaten in front of everyone.
And none of his allies could move.