Chapter 165

Jor-El had dinner.

Thanks to his intelligence and the fact that he was not merely a dog—too much like a human, too smart—the Kent family treated him as one of their own, allowing him to sit at the table for meals.

However, he couldn't just reach out and grab food! So while there was always plenty of meat and other food in his dish, he had no choice in what he ate.

None of this mattered.

He silently finished the beef and vegetables on his plate, a meal specially prepared for him by Jonathan Kent.

At the table, Clark's adoptive mother, Martha, held him in her arms, gently rocking him back and forth, trying to coax him into smiling and opening his mouth so she could feed him.

For some reason, Clark was in a bad mood today, crying nonstop.

Even Martha couldn't soothe him.

Maybe it was because the weather was getting too warm.

The sunset painted the clouds in shades of red like cotton candy. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the lingering heat of the earth clashed with the coolness of the evening, causing the temperature to fluctuate restlessly.

The heat made people irritable.

But it wasn't enough to dampen the Kent couple's enthusiasm for their baby.

"Look here, Clark! ... Lululu..."

Jonathan Kent scrunched up his face and stuck out his tongue, making silly faces to amuse him.

Martha continued rocking Clark, pointing at Jonathan's exaggerated expressions, humming softly, urging Clark to look at his father.

Clark pouted in displeasure. His deep blue eyes flickered with light as he seemed to notice something new.

Seeing his reaction, the couple redoubled their efforts to entertain him, neglecting the food on the table in the process.

Watching this heartwarming scene, Jor-El smiled faintly in his dog-like eyes. He climbed down from the dining table and walked toward the door.

The Kent couple paid him no mind. By now, they were used to it. This had become Krypton's habit, after every meal, he would sit under the eaves outside and contemplate life. More than once, Jonathan had caught him looking utterly serious, like a great philosopher deep in thought.

If he hadn't then loosened his tightly shut mouth, stuck out his tongue, and let out a helpless "hehehe" to break the illusion, Jonathan might have truly believed this dog had a thinking soul.

Jor-El stood up on his hind legs, placed his front paws on the door, and deftly turned the handle.

The ground outside radiated heat like rolling waves.

As the sunset's glow poured into the dimly lit house, waves of warmth washed over him, ruffling his fur.

He could no longer maintain his calm expression or keep his mouth closed. It was too hot. Dogs only have a few sweat glands on their paws and between their toes; they can't cool down by sweating like humans.

Having no choice, he opened his mouth, panting, his bright red tongue hanging out as he exhaled hot air.

With all four legs on the ground, his fluffy white tail lifted slightly. As he stepped outside, his tail hooked onto the wooden door, pulling it shut with a soft snap.

He walked to his usual spot under the eaves and sat down, his hind legs folded beneath him, front paws straight, fluffy white tail sweeping lightly against the ground.

The crimson glow of the sunset bathed the front half of his body, illuminating his soft, slightly rounded white paws.

The Kansas sky was always beautiful. On cloudless days, it stretched clean and blue, endless and clear. On cloudy days, various formations gathered, painting a stunning masterpiece across the heavens.

Even now, the sky was ablaze with dazzling colors. The sunset's fiery glow spread across the west, turning the clouds into a three-dimensional spectacle of vibrant hues.

But today's sunset was particularly intense. The colors were deeper, richer, more vivid than usual. The heat rising from the earth only amplified the effect, making even a dog feel drowsy.

Jor-El panted for a moment, then retracted his tongue and closed his mouth. His expression grew serious. His gaze was distant, his slender chin slightly lifted as he stared at the sky. His pure white fur shimmered in the light, his form graceful and dignified.

Once again, his eyes flickered with thought as he gazed at the horizon, a thinker among dogs.

He had once considered feigning that the Key of Hope from the House of El had been stolen by Bardi. He had devised various methods to bury a third of his consciousness with Bardi, hoping to extract information from him.

But obviously, the plan failed, as it is difficult for a dog to take advantage of ordinary people.

What's more, ever since Bardi sent people to pick up the kryptonite, there have been no Bardi's men in the entire state of Kansas, and no one of his men was in this area.

This made Joe-El very worried, and he couldn't even give something to Batti.

Bardi didn't even try to test himself.

You can imagine.

If we meet again, what a violent storm it will be, a fatal blow will appear.

As time went by, although Jor-El's dog was becoming stronger and stronger, his heart gradually sank, and he had a strong bad premonition.

As a last resort, he opened his dog mouth again, stuck out his tongue, and panted, making "hehehehehe" sounds to cool down.

The dog's face, which was in deep thought, showed helplessness, and it could only stick out its tongue from time to time to dissipate heat.

There seemed to be something a little abnormal about the overly warm sunset, which caused residual heat from the ground to rise, warming his body and making him feel a little weak.

Just like a normal dog, lying lazily on the ground, sticking out tongue, squinting eyes and resting.

"No! Why do I feel tired?"

Jor-El suddenly woke up, this was not right, how could he feel tired? Sticking out his tongue was understandable, but with Kryptonian genes, why did he feel drowsy and tired like an ordinary person under the sun?

He was alert.

The dog's eyes suddenly shrank sharply, its long-sightedness and microscopic vision were activated, the sky glowed abnormally red, in his eyes, the sky quickly zoomed in, multiple refracting spectral bands refracted the particles in the air and appeared transparent, two different spectral bands mixed and intertwined.

"Red Sun Spectrum Band!"

His heart trembled. The red sun's spectrum was weakened a lot after being refracted by satellites and passed through the earth's atmosphere. It didn't prevent him from absorbing the yellow sun's energy, but the amount of absorption was greatly reduced. Moreover, if the sun set completely, it would be obvious that he would no longer have the ability to continuously absorb energy indefinitely and fight continuously.

He lowered his dog's head, and his eyes shrank in an instant, becoming ferocious, he sat back on his butt, bent his knees and raised his head, his muscles were tense, and the muscles and blood vessels in his limbs were bulging hideously, and they were swollen and thick under the cover of snow-white hair. The long dog's mouth showed white and ferocious fangs, and the hair on the entire dog's body exploded from head to toe, becoming a circle larger.

The claws flashed with sharp transparent nails, and the pads of the claws revealed great power. The moment he stood up, he pressed four sunken holes in the thick wooden floor with a bang. His limbs were bent and he was about to explode, and sawdust rose.

His dog face was glaring and ferocious, and in an instant he changed from a beautiful snow-white pet into a ferocious and vicious wolf king. The dog's body bent its knees, and wood chips slowly flew up. The air was so heavy that time seemed to slow down. The dog's body was ferocious and hideous in the wood chips, as if it was in another world, demonstrating a powerful and violent explosive force.

far away.

The view penetrates the green cornfield.

A figure strode towards them under the red setting sun, with the setting sun behind him as blood-red and the sunset glow illuminating his figure from behind. He was tall and strong, and his footsteps kicked up dust on the ground like a knife, cracking the ground, and his windbreaker fluttered wildly behind him.

His face appeared dark under the setting sun behind him. In the darkness, his eyes emitted a fierce and brutal cold light, which was brutal and terrifying. The scar on his face began to wriggle as he smiled, revealing a cruel and brutal grin.

"Your time has come, Jor-El!"

(To be continued)

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