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

The Omega ray crashed violently into Darkseid!

"boom--!!!"

Three destructive energies collided in the void, the shockwaves even distorting the surrounding darkness for a moment. But soon, the scales of victory began to tip—the golden superheroes' radiance diminished, their heat vision seemed to be swallowed by some invisible force, pushed back little by little, suppressed bit by bit.

Fighting two opponents, Darkseid, who was beginning to gain the upper hand, curled a sinister smile. He had brought two people here, knowing full well that even if he unleashed his full power, he couldn't kill the two burning, idealistic suns.

now.

Using the unique characteristics of this dimension, Darkseid knew that victory would always be on his side, just like before, and that the moment the sun in the hearts of the Supermen went out would be the moment of his victory.

"I'm here! It's a feeling of unbridled joy!" The Dark Lord's power continued to rise, and the crimson torrent of Omega rays crushed the resistance of Golden Superman.

The confrontation began to lose its suspense.

It looked like the Omega Rays were about to completely engulf the two Supermen.

Beyond dimensions.

Driven by a desperate desire to save his father, he intervened.

He himself certainly did not have the ability to participate in the war.

but.

"Black box! You're amazing!"

Having been able to pinpoint the location of Daxide and the two Supermen, Ian used his newly acquired artifact, whispering something in the ear of the Eternal Spear before hurling it.

The moment the tip of the Eternal Spear pierced the dimensional barrier.

The entire world without light trembled.

That trajectory that pierced through eternal darkness brought a ray of bright light to the dimension of reality.

The spear, wrapped in runes, hurtled towards Darkseid's vitals with speed exceeding the laws of physics—more precisely, aimed directly at an unspeakable spot in the gaps of the Dark Lord's armor.

Ian still shoots other people's swallows.

Faced with this sudden attack.

Darkseid's Omega Rays continued to fire, the crimson light suppressing the gradually dimming glow of the two golden Supermen. Sensing the deadly threat approaching from behind, the Dark Lord didn't even turn around. He simply grabbed back, his hand, enveloped in divine power, forcefully grasping the thrusting Spear of Eternity in mid-air.

"Just a little trick."

The spearhead was only millimeters away from its target, yet it trembled violently between Darkseid's fingers. Runes erupted with blinding light, and the spear bent into an astonishing arc under immense pressure. When the Dark Lord had to use a second hand, the Eternal Spear finally hummed under the strain.

It was frozen in the void.

"It's just a pointless struggle..."

Darkseid hadn't finished speaking.

Just then, the dimensional rift torn open by the spear suddenly expanded. The Black Death Sword, thrown in like a shark smelling blood, shot in, carrying with it a black mist that devoured everything.

"That's the downside of only having two hands."

Accompanied by the mockery of the unspeakable creature, the creation from the Symbiotic God drew a strange arc in the air and precisely planted itself in the void beside Clark Kent's hand.

"It seems you're not without a plan after all!"

Clark did not hesitate.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt, the Black Death Sword began to writhe wildly.

The sword instantly extended countless black threads that wrapped around the arm of the real Superman in Ian's mind. The substances from the darkest corners of the universe now fit perfectly into the Kryptonian's palm.

"Damn! What is this!"

Darkseid finally revealed his surprise.

In his pupils.

The reflection showed a Superman desperately swinging a sword at himself.

Chapter 187 I have a plan that can make Darkseid vanish into thin air.

Darkseid initially held the upper hand.

However, just as the ray was about to be emitted...

"Tsk-!"

A new rift tore open the "sky" of the realm of darkness. It was not crimson, not gloomy, but a blazing, burning black sun.

The sword's blade flowed with lava-like patterns, and even the deepest darkness would retreat at the point its tip pointed. Darkseid abruptly looked up, Omega rays pulsating violently in his eyes.

He sensed a threat—not from power, but from the terrifying laws contained within the sword.

"Who?!"

He roared, his voice reverberating in the void.

Clark Kent, Ian's father, gripped the Black Death Sword that shot out from the dimensional rift in the darkness of the Lightless Realm.

As Clark Kent's fingers gripped the cold, writhing, and malevolent hilt, a chill he had never felt before shot up his arm and to the top of his head.

"Ugh..."

Clark let out a suppressed growl, and the whites of his eyes were almost instantly eroded and filled by the black substance spreading from the sword, turning into two pure, bottomless dark stars.

The brilliant golden light was suppressed and covered by the ethereal black mist emanating from the sword. A layer of flowing, black biological armor covered with sharp barbs spread rapidly along his arms, wrapped around his torso and legs, and finally formed a hideous horned helmet on his face, with only his lower jaw exposed.

A dark glint flashed in Clark Kent's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed by a resolute blue light. He knew the sword was malevolent, but he also knew that at this moment, only the unorthodox could subdue evil.

Clark Kent believed in Ian.

and so.

He did not hesitate.

He swung his sword directly at Darkseid.

“Evil creature!” the Dark Lord roared, no longer able to maintain absolute suppression over the two golden superhumans beneath his feet. He suddenly turned almost all his power towards Clark, and the Omega Rays that had accumulated to their peak in his eyes were like two roaring blood-red galaxies, no longer straight beams, but transformed into countless entangled, howling chains of cause and effect.

He was trying to fundamentally "define" and "remove" this sword-wielding threat!

If it were the Clark of the past, he might have chosen to evade or clash with even greater energy. But now, driven by the instinct of the Black Death Sword, he made the most direct and terrifying reaction—he gripped the sword with both hands, facing the crimson torrent capable of obliterating the multiverse, and with all his might, he swung it upwards!

"Tear-!"

A deafening, teeth-grinding sound, like cloth being forcibly torn, reverberated throughout the entire lightless dimension. Where the Black Death Sword's blade passed, the Omega rays were actually "cleaved" in two!

"What?!" Darkseid's expression changed for the first time. His Omega Rays, capable of evaporating even time, space, and the very essence of the universe, had been devoured by a sword?

That was not the cancellation or neutralization of energy, but a more fundamental "devouring" and "negation". Where the blade sliced, the scarlet light disappeared abruptly as if it had encountered a precipice of nothingness. It did not dissipate, but was completely erased from the level of "existence", leaving behind two eternal, absolutely empty tracks devoid of any energy or information.

"It seems you are not truly invincible after all!"

Clark's figure was in the middle of these two "empty" trajectories, breaking through the crimson tide and rushing towards Darkseid at a speed that exceeded the limits of physics!

He shot forward like a cannonball. The Black Death Sword seemed to come alive in his hand; wherever the tip of the sword passed, it left scorched marks in the air, like burnt paper.

The void beneath Superman's feet collapsed under the immense power, forming a series of black, footprint-like cracks. This was the power of the Godkiller weapon. The Black Death Sword, an artifact originating from the evil ancient god Knull in the Marvel Universe, is one of the most representative "symbiotic weapons" from the early Marvel universe.

Its creation is closely related to Gnar's "anti-Celestial" strategy—Gnar, as the God of Symbiotes, initially created symbiotes to fight against the Celestials. The Black Death Sword was forged from the divine fire in the heads of Celestials he killed, thus becoming the first truly symbiote weapon in the Marvel Universe.

Since Nal forged the Black Death Sword to fight against the Celestials, it means that from the moment it was created, it was a weapon designed to deal with the Protoss.

It is extremely effective against gods. Whether it is Odin and Thor of Asgard, or gods from other universes, the Black Death Sword can inflict fatal damage on them.

Darkseid happens to be the new god of DC, which is exactly the range that Black Death Sword is effective against.

"I've never heard of such a weapon. What kind of extraterrestrial being have you allied yourself with?"

Darkseid finally turned pale.

He abandoned all thoughts of fighting back, and for the first time, this dark lord, known for his absolute power and dominance, prioritized "evasion" above all else!

Darkseid's figure flickered, instantly splitting into thousands of phantoms existing in different timelines and dimensional coordinates, each radiating the exact same divine power fluctuations, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake. However, the Black Death Sword hummed, and Clark didn't even glance at the phantoms, its tip pointing directly at the single point among the countless phantoms whose "presence" was most concentrated.

It is the "reality anchor point" where Darkseid's true form is located! Before the sword even arrives, the chilling aura of "denying existence" already makes Darkseid's true form's skin sting.

He had to forcibly interrupt his battle plan and his true form moved sideways in a disheveled manner.

Darkseid!

Clark roared, his voice exploding in the void and shattering the solidified darkness. He swung his sword, a simple movement yet containing immense power. The Black Death Sword sliced ​​through the void, a jet-black arc of slashing out, tearing a rift even in the absolute darkness of the "Realm Without Light," revealing the twisted dimensional turbulence behind it.

As a symbiotic weapon, the Black Death Sword retains some of the characteristics of a symbiotic entity—it can merge with the wielder's consciousness, enhancing their combat awareness, possessing extremely high physical attack power, easily cleaving through the armor of the Protoss, and its surface spiked structure can also enhance piercing damage.

This weapon.

It is the kind of weapon whose power increases the stronger the user.

The Black Death Sword's core effect is to amplify the wielder's inner power.

This effect is not a simple "power boost," but rather a "key" to unlocking the sword wielder's own potential, allowing the user to break through their limits. It's worth noting that even Ger, an ordinary being, once used the Black Death Sword to slaughter the vast majority of the gods of the Nine Realms, and even managed to decapitate a member of the Celestial Gods.

He's in Superman's hands now.

The most enigmatic Superman in the DC universe.

That hidden potential is being unleashed.

"Damn it!"

Darkseid's pupils constricted sharply.

As a cosmic tyrant, wielding the power of Omega, he had long surpassed mortal perception. Yet, just as that sword struck, he felt a trace of... fear.

It wasn't fear of power, but an instinctive alertness to the possibility of "being erased." The aura of the Black Death Sword resonated with the deepest "origin" within him.

It was as if they wanted to completely strip him from the foundation of reality.

"I never expected that even you would have to turn to another universe for power... I'm very disappointed in you, Kryptonian!" Darkseid waved his hand, altering the fundamental laws of the surroundings and infinitely stretching the concept of "distance." Clark appeared to be only a hundred meters away from him, but in reality, they were separated by countless expanding cosmic scales.

At the same time, he laid countless god-level traps such as "energy reflection", "concept reversal" and "probability collapse".

However, the Black Death Sword erupted with an even deeper darkness. It ignored all rules and traps, greedily "devouring" everything in front of it—space, time, laws, probability... All the "concepts" that its sword tip pointed at, regardless of their type, were forcibly treated as "food" and swallowed into the sword, turning into pure nothingness.

"I think the truth is quite the opposite."

Clark's speed barely slowed down, and he savagely "ate" a straight vacuum passage out of the infinitely stretched road!

Darkseid could only hurriedly defend and dodge.