Comic: The Strongest Kryptonian

The sun never sets

In a manor located in the aristocratic district, a middle-aged man wearing a gentleman's hat, a beard, and a cane straightened his clothes and seemed to be going out.

Sitting in a very luxurious car in this era, Patrick leaned on crutches with both hands, but he was thinking about Diana and Kahn who suddenly appeared yesterday.

"Diana, here's another sister."

As he murmured, his thoughts seemed to have returned to that distant era.

At that time, all gods existed, and humans were just tools to provide them with faith.

But now, he is the only one left to survive.

"Kahn El? Who is he? Is he also another illegitimate son of Zeus? Otherwise, how could he have such a powerful power. But why don't I feel the divine power in him?"

Patrick rubbed his crutches, guessing Kahn's identity in his mind, and wondering why Kahn had power comparable to the gods despite having no divine power.

Could it be that the other party is hiding his divine power? Or is the divine power not yet awakened?

stab...

Just when he was guessing, a harsh sound of tire friction brought his thoughts back to reality.

"What's going on?" Patrick frowned and asked the driver dissatisfied.

"Sir, there is someone blocking the road ahead."

The driver pointed at a figure standing at the front of the car and said.

Looking along the driver's finger, Patrick's pupils shrank slightly.

I saw a tall young man standing in front of the car.

The man was handsome in appearance, wearing a decent suit, tall and strong, with three-dimensional facial features, and looked very masculine. Surprisingly, it was the young man named Karn El whom he had just met yesterday.

Patrick frowned, then he opened the door and got out of the car with difficulty.

Ares, who has been disguised in front of humans for countless years, still hasn't taken off his disguise.

He limped towards Kahn on crutches.

"Mr. Kahn, I am honored to meet you. But what makes me wonder is, shouldn't you and Captain Steve and the others go to Belgium now?"

The corners of Kahn's mouth raised slightly, a charming smile appeared on his face, and he said slowly: "I am on a different path from them."

Patrick was startled when he heard this. He didn't expect Kahn to give such an answer.

He asked curiously: "Mr. Kahn, why did you come to see me?"

"Um"

Kahn nodded without denying it.

He glanced at the car behind Patrick, and then said to Patrick: "I have something I want to talk to you about alone."

Patrick glanced at Kahn, wondering what the other person was going to say to him.

He waved his hand to the driver waiting behind him and said, "You should go back to the manor first. Mr. Kahn and I have something to discuss."

"Yes, sir." The driver bowed respectfully and then drove away.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me, Mr. Kahn." Patrick was still like an elegant gentleman, always with a warm smile on his face, giving people a sense of approachability and intimacy.

Kahn was not affected, because he knew the true character of Ares, one of the twelve main gods of Greece.

Kahn pointed to the roadside and said to Patrick: "Let's take a walk together."

Then he took the lead and walked towards the grass on the roadside.

Patrick nodded, said nothing, and limped along.

"I don't know where you are from, Mr. Kahn." Patrick broke the silence first and asked Kahn.

"I don't know, but if you count the distance, it should be very far." Kahn looked up at the blue sky, his thoughts racing in his mind.

In fact, Kahn has always had a knot in his heart.

That is whether he is considered an Earthling or a Kryptonian.

He is said to be a Kryptonian, but his soul is from another world, Earth.

But if he is an Earthling, his body is actually that of a Kryptonian.

Regarding Patrick's question, his answer is actually true.

After all, one of them is unknown, and the other has been destroyed long ago. There is no problem in saying that they are very far away.

After feeling a little melancholy, Kahn turned his head slightly, an inexplicable smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and asked meaningfully.

"What about you? Mr. Patrick! Where is your hometown?"

Hearing Kahn ask him the same question, Patrick paused, then exhaled a long breath and said slowly.

"Maybe, I don't know where it is."

Patrick, also known as Ares, recalled the hometown where he lived countless years ago.

The scenery there is beautiful, with mountains floating out of thin air, trees with lush branches, and many rare treasures that do not exist in the world, but they are common there.

Unfortunately, everything has long since ceased to exist.

The two continued to walk forward in silence for an unknown distance before Patrick broke the silence again.

"Mr. Kahn, please tell me if you have anything to say." Patrick looked at Kahn lightly. At this time, the smile that originally hung on his face had already been restrained by him.

He just looked at Kahn quietly and said nothing. But his originally gentle eyes suddenly became extremely sharp at this moment. The crutch he was originally leaning on was now stuck in the soil.

"It seems you noticed it." Kahn also stopped, turned around, and his eyes also fell on Patrick.

"How did you know?" Patrick stared at Kahn and asked word by word.

If someone heard their conversation at this time, they would probably just think that the two of them were playing a riddle.

But only Kahn and Patrick, who were the parties involved, understood their respective words.

Kahn did not give an explanation, but waved his hand gently.

"I can't tell you this, but don't be too nervous. I have no intention of conflicting with you."

After a pause, Kahn looked into the distance and slowly said: "I just want to know what happened to you."

Hearing this, Patrick was stunned. Kahn's words surprised him.

Originally, he thought that the other party was planning to kill him in order to end the war.

Hearing Kahn's question, Patrick's thoughts gradually flew back thousands of years ago.

As if recalling some bad memory, gradually, the kind expression he had originally pretended to be filled with hatred and pain.

"It's all them, all those damn humans, Zeus shouldn't have created them in the first place."

"Oh? What happened to you? Did you really kill the gods?"

Kahn raised his eyebrows, guessing in his mind that the fall of the Greek gods was inseparable from human beings?

He looked at Patrick curiously, no, he should be called Ares at this time.

Patrick is no longer the gentle, polite and personable gentleman he was before.

I saw an extremely majestic aura surging around him at this time, and his eyes were filled with astonishing hatred and murderous intent. Even though he was wearing a suit, it still gave people the feeling of choosing and devouring others.

After a long time, Ares panted heavily and gradually suppressed the momentum on his body.

After he returned to the gentle Sir Patrick before, he slowly recounted the past of Olympus.

ps: This chapter should be posted in advance.

In the first few days of coding, I felt that my life was quite fulfilling. Although it has only been a few days now, my life has suddenly become too fulfilling. I go to bed at least 2 o'clock every day, and my grades are just like this. The editor has not replied. I don't know if there is anything more. Motivated to write down.

Just purple...