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

Pass through the Golden Throne.

The severely wounded emperor allowed human life to continue.

Although his body is still slowly decaying.

The history of this thing can be traced back to the Dark Ages, or even earlier.

In the Warhammer universe's lore, the Emperor discovered this ancient artifact in ruins beneath the Asian desert during the Unification Wars, and subsequently restored and modified it. It is a powerful psionic amplifier, enabling the Emperor to continuously emit the light of his Startorch, providing navigational guidance for ships navigating the Warp.

This ensured the safety of the human empire's interstellar travel. Of course, the Golden Throne also served to suppress warp demons attempting to breach the psionic barrier surrounding Terra and flood into the real world. However, for a shattered universe, this function was clearly meaningless.

Its only value might be to sustain the emperor's life as a human being.

"So if my Uncle Bruce is given the toilet to sit on, does that mean you'll have to change positions wherever you want to poop or pee?" Ian was surprised that the Emperor was going to let Batman sit on the toilet until he died. He remembered that in the Warhammer universe, the Emperor couldn't leave the toilet, or he would cause a huge disaster for the whole world.

"Ok?"

The Emperor looked at Ian, who was familiar with his own world, with a meaningful gaze.

“Look around at the world, child, so desolate, without sound, without laughter… I no longer need it. Let it leave with you, as a trace of our world’s existence.” The Emperor said, gripping his greatsword tightly, his eyes revealing an unprecedented resolve.

“My people have actually disappeared for countless years. If I weren’t unable to make decisions on my own, I would have already destroyed this doomsday world with my own hands.”

The emperor's voice was deep and firm.

It was as if he was making his final judgment.

To himself.

Ian was silent.

This was not an emperor lamenting his helplessness, but a deity announcing its own end. The emperor walked to the edge of this floating palace, his eyes reflecting a desolate world. His golden armor began to peel away, revealing pale skin beneath, and his naked body began to change.

Pieces of armor wreckage continued to fall.

Just like an old person on their deathbed.

Trembling, he unbuttoned his old, patched coat.

Between heroes and evil gods.

Often, the difference is just a matter of faith.

And at this time.

The Emperor was ready to abandon his obsessions. This being, once regarded as humanity's hope, began to ascend, now exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.

"what happened to him?"

Superman finally spoke. He noticed that Ian seemed to know the man in front of him, so he questioned Ian, his tone carrying a hint of unease.

"He is the fifth evil god."

The young evil god was unusually not grinning.

The pupils reflected the leaps in life forms that only dimensional demons could see.

These words were like a bullet, shattering Superman's entire understanding. He saw the Emperor's crown melting, the gold turning into liquid and dripping down, revealing the head beneath, which was beginning to distort into a grotesque shape.

“An evil god?” Superman repeated the word in shock, looking at the Emperor in disbelief. He had always thought the Emperor was full of goodwill. Could such a being be an evil god?

"This is a world that, even if it doesn't break apart, will eventually lead to tragedy." Ian stared at the figure not far away, his imperial aura beginning to rise.

It was not an outburst of battle, but an awakening of something ancient and terrifying. The Emperor's eyes burned with a deep, eerie flame, as if reflecting the destruction of the entire universe.

An endless force of destruction surged forth.

He will no longer be the emperor of mankind.

Instead, he became the new King of Darkness.

"Why are you helping us?" Superman sensed the Emperor's change and realized that Ian had just told the truth, which was rare for him. He looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief.

"Perhaps it's because I haven't seen humans for too long..." The Emperor's voice rang out again, but it was no longer as serious as before, but rather carried a hint of gentleness.

Even a touch of nostalgia.

The emperor is losing his reason.

and so.

He did not turn around.

"I'm leaving with Bruce Wayne. Now, I'm going to face my destiny." The Emperor's aura erupted completely, and endless destructive power swept out like a tidal wave.

It directly tore the surrounding space into pieces.

As the Dark Lord's corrupting domain unfolded, the entire universe resounded with the sound of shattering glass. It wasn't a roar of destruction, but the final sigh of a dying world.

The whole world is being swallowed up.

As the last vestige of reason vanished from the Emperor's eyes, his body was completely swallowed by darkness. What had once been the symbol of humanity's last hope had now become the universe's deepest nightmare—the Lord of Darkness. He no longer existed as "Emperor," but had become the embodiment of pure destructive will.

The figure of the Dark Lord hangs high in the center of the shattered world.

Batman has ultimately succeeded halfway; he is the last remaining evil god in this universe, destined to fulfill a fate he had long foreseen.

only.

What he wants to destroy is not a vibrant universe, but a rotten, dying fragment of a universe struggling to survive in the cracks of time.

This is a trial that has come too late.

A feast of despair and death.

A terrifying power surged within him, and endless dark energy swept out like a tidal wave, tearing apart the sky, devouring the earth, and even space itself seemed to wail.

This is not revenge, not anger, but an ultimate compassion.

“We have to get out of here.” Superman Clark grabbed Bruce with one hand and pulled Ian, who was about to charge forward with the dimensional projection, with the other.

"No! Dad! You can't do this! I'm an evil god too! I should join this destruction!" Ian was grabbed by the back of his collar. Not daring to use his dimensional power to defy his superior, he flailed his limbs wildly, looking like a black cat with its fur standing on end. He was being taken away from this universe by Superman using his idealistic methods.

"Nyos! I love you! Hurry! Hurry up and tear up the universe and give it to your ten-year-old fan!" Ian, unwilling to have gained nothing, frantically confessed his love to the Emperor.

This name is now a little-known secret.

This absurd request caused the Dark Lord to pause for a fraction of a second.

He turned his head, his face already blurred, but his eyes—those eyes burning with the embers of the entire galaxy's civilization—suddenly flashed a very faint ripple.

however.

The Emperor did not grant Ian his wish.

But in that instant...

Ian saw clearly what He was holding—it wasn't a weapon of destruction, but a tattered copy of "The Stars of Humanity," with a withered olive branch tucked between the pages.

Superman took the opportunity to pull the two away from the shattered universe.

The final image was etched onto Ian's retina like a brand: a collection of artifacts of human civilization, countless ancient texts, withering and being destroyed along with the Dark Lord and the entire universe.

The Iliad and the Odyssey

The Analects

Nicomachean Ethics

"Three Body"

Batman: The Dark Knight

Superman: Origins

Superman and Batman

……

The pages of the book fluttered in the destruction.

It was like saying a final goodbye.

They embody the knowledge, beliefs, history, philosophy, poetry... all the thoughts and dreams of humanity within the Warhammer universe. And now, they will vanish into nothingness along with the Warhammer King of Men.

"I need to say thank you to you for allowing me, in the final stage of humanity, to remain in this moment of knowing that the light of humanity still shines throughout the heavens."

Darkness completely enveloped his body.

The newly born evil god stretched out his limbs, every inch of which sang the praises of destruction, like a candle struggling to burn out in its final moments. He whispered something to the outside of the universe.

Perhaps the emperor proved that his will could overcome the corruption of ascension.

only.

No one will be able to witness this miracle anymore.

"Hey~"

Ian didn't know if he was mourning his own loss or the decay of a universe. In any case, his low sigh did not echo throughout the Warhammer universe.

Superman returned to the Batcave with the souls of Ian and Bruce.

When they finally returned to the real world, it was as if nothing had ever happened—except that there was now a welded-on throne toilet under Batman's butt.

The Batcave remained quiet, the instruments were still running, and the alarm had long since been lifted. The Flash rushed over like a red lightning bolt, his uniform still stained with coffee.

"How is he?" Barry's gaze swept back and forth across the three-person room, finally settling on Batman's bizarre posture—Bruce was lying on his side on the medical bed in an extremely un-Batman-like manner.

The area below the waist remained completely still.

Because the buttocks can no longer be separated from some precious object.

"A few minor issues remain, but overall the problem is resolved." Superman, unable to bear Batman's miserable state, stepped forward, lifted Batman, and placed him and the throne together on the ground.

of course.

Pinching Batman's philtrum hard to wake him up is also an essential step.

"Sigh~"

Batman was awakened by the pain.

It looked like a small mustache had grown out of the philtrum.

Dark blue, dark blue.

It was pitch black.