What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

Page 319

Lucifer's cheerful voice was full of joy, "Uriel, don't worry, although I don't like you, I'm still willing to offer you a bartender job."

"Daily wages, guaranteed training, I'm here waiting for you to fall into the mortal world." Lu Sansui's voice was full of sarcasm, which made Uriel furious.

"roll!!!"

Uriel couldn't resist unleashing a burst of holy fire, instantly turning the raven to ashes. But Lucifer's laughter still echoed in the temple, like a nightmare that could never be dispelled.

"Hahahahahaha~!"

Lucifer was indeed still laughing in his bar, and heaven knows how many years it had been since he had been so happy; the whole bar was filled with the joy of the Lord of Hell.

at this time.

The Demon King Crowley is mopping the floor.

"Even the archangels have fallen? This is astonishing." He stared at the television screen, his eyes narrowing sharply. On the screen, Michael was silently weeping.

Crowley knew very well that chaos would ensue in Heaven.

But I never expected it to be this funny.

His intuition told him that this was no simple matter.

"The power of the archangel, gone just like that?" Crowley turned to Lucifer behind the bar, his tone incredulous. He knew very well that Michael was the 'Hand of God' who could create reality from nothingness.

"Don't think of archangels as invincible." Lucifer swirled his wine glass, his usual nonchalant smile still on his face. He held up his thumb and forefinger, making a thin slit.

“Michael is very strong, but between him and God, there is me. Don’t underestimate this line of difference. It may seem like only a line, but in reality, the entire multiverse can be contained within this line. He is to me as I am to that crazy God. There is an insurmountable gap between mortals and gods.”

Perhaps Lucifer represents arrogance, but in reality, Lucifer has always been the most clear-headed angel, and his words left Crowley speechless.

“What is God trying to do?” Crowley frowned, unable to help but speculate about the intentions of the Supreme Being. He was clearly not as intelligent or clear-headed as Lucifer.

Lucifer suddenly burst into laughter and shoved the phone into Crowley's hand: "What does that have to do with us? Enjoy the moment! Come on, take a video of me."

talking.

Lucifer also straightened his always spotless suit from Los Angeles.

A bewildered Crowley raised his phone, and Lucifer in the video suddenly clutched his stomach, pointed at the camera, and burst into laughter. His exaggerated laughter even shattered several chandeliers.

"Hahahaha~"

Lucifer laughed in a very exaggerated way.

"What are you doing?" Crowley decisively took a video and carefully handed the phone back.

“Of course, it’s about having some fun.” Lucifer licked the wine off his lips, his gaze returning to the television. On the screen, a group of angels were learning a hot dance lesson sent to them remotely by Madison.

Both men and women take the same course.

"Wheat!" Lucifer took another sip of his drink, then suddenly shouted towards the distance, "Go check how much money we have left! I'm going to invest it all in Ian Kent's company!"

His tone was eager and impatient.

What crazy thing are you going to do now?

The female bartender, who was wiping the glasses, rolled her eyes.

"I don't want shares!" Lucifer raised an eyebrow, excitedly holding up the newly recorded video. "I just want him to play my handsome face on a loop on the company's big screen!"

have to say.

Luke, at three years old, knew how to humiliate angels.

"Wait, I'll check the accounts." Mai Zi was silent for a moment. She looked at the group of angels on TV, and her disgust for Heaven finally overcame her anger towards Lucifer.

Crowley watched Wheat's departing figure and couldn't help but lower his voice to ask Lucifer for some advice.

"Was that boy really a savior?"

Although Crowley had other suspicions about Ian, such as that Ian was God's alternate account on Earth, his suspicions were obviously not as accurate as the information from Lucifer's side.

Lucifer did not answer immediately.

Instead, he poured himself another glass of wine.

"He has no blood relation, incarnation, or power connection with God. However... the title of 'angel of salvation' is quite fitting."

He stared at the "Evil God Funny Face" sticker on the TV screen, then looked at Ian standing next to Superman on the TV screen, poking Batman's eyeballs.

The glory that other angels can see.

How could the Lord of Hell not see it?

do not forget.

His identity as an angel has remained unchanged.

“Ian Kent, the little boy whom God values ​​highly, is no ordinary boy. His origins, his very being… all conceal God’s unease about certain things.”

“I believe that the unease did not stem from the so-called invasion from outer space.” The neon lights of the Bar of Light flickered outside the window, casting Lucifer’s profile in alternating light and shadow.

He was still looking at the television set with the "Funny Face of the Evil God" sticker on it. On the screen, Ian, who was in the underground base, was studying Batman with his elderly father.

In the dimly lit medical ward of the underground base, Batman lay supine on a hospital bed, his body covered in eerie, purplish-black scars. These lines seemed alive, undulating under his skin with chilling, unsettling movements. Most terrifying of all were his eyes—their eyeballs bulged out dramatically, as if they might pop out of their sockets at any moment.

"Snapped!"

Ian skillfully reached out and pressed Bruce's bulging eyes back in, but as soon as he let go, the two gray-blue pupils popped out like glass beads.

Ian pressed again.

Batman's eyes widened again.

It goes on and on.

"Are you playing with Bruce's eyeballs?" the Flash couldn't help but ask, his Speed ​​Force active on his retina, which allowed him to capture the pulling of Ian and Batman's eyeballs.

"I'm preventing tentacles from growing under Uncle Bruce's eyeballs." Ian had just heard the Flash say that the audacious Batman actually dared to inject Cthulhu contamination into his body.

If Batman doesn't mutate, who will?

"Are you really not thinking about killing Batman, forging a paternity test, and then inheriting Wayne Enterprises?" The Flash didn't have much faith in Ian's bottom line.

Hear the words.

Ian couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Do you know I'm an entrepreneur now? My company's prospects are much brighter than Wayne Group's." Ian no longer cares about Wayne Group's paltry sums.

He believed his company had a brighter future. Therefore, the Wayne Corporation deeply regretted losing a great regent. This was not only a loss for the Wayne Corporation, but also a tragedy for Damian; Damian would probably never again experience the joy of finding true love as a powerless young master.

Ian felt sorry for Damian.

He then pressed Uncle Bruce's eyeballs back in.

“I have a feeling you guys don’t really want to save Bruce,” Uncle Barry said suspiciously, looking at Superman. Clark was scanning Bruce with his X-ray vision, a motion he’d repeated tens of thousands of times. He suspected Superman wanted to expose Bruce to radiation in this way, thus inflicting some terrible radiation sickness that would only manifest in the future.

of course.

This is clearly judging Superman by the standards of The Flash. Clark has always only thought about when he will have the chance to snap Batman's neck after he turns to the dark side.

He wouldn't even think about whether he should wear a suit to Batman's funeral.

Superman is genuinely investigating Batman's problems.

"His organs are still functioning normally. In reality, what we are seeing is just an appearance that exists between existence and non-existence. However, this 'non-existent appearance' will likely overshadow reality after a period of time." Superman is very different from before. His evolved vision allows him to see those traces of invasion more clearly.

"So, what should we do?" The constantly flashing [Error data, unable to absorb] prompts in Ian's vision were making him irritable. He had already tried various methods to save Bruce—purification with the Holy Sword, the Blasphemy Elegy, and even pouring some Godslayer gunpowder scraped from the Godslayer Gun into Bruce's veins, but none of them worked.

The contamination on Bruce's body has not been controlled or resolved in any way.

[Lament for Blasphemy: You can, through your unwavering faith, blaspheme the authority of the gods, stripping yourself and others of all positive or negative blessings.]

With his incredibly powerful and unique abilities, Ian can indeed remove the contamination from Batman, but he cannot remove the extraterrestrial energy attached to Batman.

That's not any state.

This means that even if the pollution is removed, new pollution will cover Batman again in the next moment. It's not just a temporary fix; the pollution on Batman is like bean sprouts that can't be cut off completely.

“Perhaps you could pray to that goddess you know again?” Superman suggested to Ian, knowing that Miss Death could teleport to outer space.

“Miss Death isn’t as infatuated with me lately.” Ian sighed heavily. He had prayed, but Miss Death, who had clearly appeared in the Vatican before, was now nowhere to be found.

I don’t know what I’m busy with.

Sure enough, what's depicted in Japanese movies is true: wives who stay at home and don't receive enough attention from their husbands will have affairs with cleaning workers or sewer repairmen, and that's why.

indifferent.

It makes people distant.

Ian originally only wanted to test Miss Death for tens of thousands of years, but he didn't expect that Miss Death couldn't even last a year.

"What a fickle woman."

Ian sighed heavily.

The message "[Error data, cannot be absorbed]" kept appearing in his vision. He didn't know how to force out the contamination. He couldn't exactly let Batman's brain be chewed up, could he?

"I'm not a zombie!"

Ian was rather resistant to this behavior. He liked to eat all sorts of strange and energizing foods, which were necessary for his job. He didn't even like to eat broccoli on a regular basis.

Not to mention the human brain, which is even more terrifying than a pig's brain.

“Let me try my best.” Ian suddenly pulled a black box out of his pocket—playing precious footage that Martha Wayne had recorded in heaven.

He waved the photograph wildly in front of Bruce's wide-eyed eyes as if it were a sacred relic.

"Uncle Bruce! Your mom is calling you to have dinner in heaven! She made your favorite white food, boiled chicken breast with unsalted mashed potatoes. If you don't go, she's going to give it to my grandfather."

“Maybe they’ll send something else too.” Ian yelled into Batman’s ear, the photos playing from the black box almost touching Bruce’s face.

"Ian! What nonsense are you spouting?!"

This made Superman glance at Ian several times, his expression horrified. Superman reacted strongly, but Bruce clearly couldn't hear this heartwarming story of paradise.

"Looks like my killer move didn't work."

Ian blinked, looking slightly helpless. He didn't answer Superman's question. In the face of such a serious event, the fact that his grandfather Jonathan was having tea with another Martha would only disturb Superman's mind.

"No, what exactly did you just say?" Superman was a little frightened, as he had only just learned what Ian had gone through in heaven.

I don't even dare to think about it!

"Oh my god, has Ian figured out a new way to inherit Wayne Enterprises?" The Flash was stunned. Of course, he had also realized the problem that Superman had realized.