In the desolate Warhammer universe.
Ian's Dimension Projection flickered at the edge of the broken universe, like an old-fashioned TV set with poor signal. He stared wide-eyed at the absurd scene presented at the edge of Shattered World.
My father, who took the lead in being a pervert and always wore his underwear outside when he was Superman, was working together with the giant in golden armor to push poor Uncle Batman onto a golden seat.
"The fun seats are nothing more than that! Is this a plot that minors can watch with the company of their parents?" Ian opened his already big eyes in shock.
Bruce's clothes were torn.
His body was covered with at least nine kilograms of mysterious mucus. Except for the strange color, this mucus looked very much like the kind of mucus that would only appear in action movies about island countries.
Ian See this situation.
I couldn't help but put on sunglasses for myself.
This way he will no longer think wildly with colored eyes.
"Where did this come from for me? Warhammer universe?" Ian looked around and confirmed the environment he was in. There was a blood-colored storm rolling in the sky, the earth cracked into an endless abyss, and the air was filled with the smell of decay, madness and despair. Of course, the most important thing is the armored man and the toilet he has not washed for many years.
This is not an ordinary Batman consciousness space, this is the fragment of the Warhammer 40K universe, one of the cores of the Outer Universe pollution source. It is no wonder that Batman has always been in a bad mood recently.
"Where's Slaanesh? Where's Nurgle? Where have Tzeentch and Khorne gone? They can be my four-piece capitalist set!" Ian took his Dimension Projection and started looking around.
He didn't dare to put Tzeentch's brain in a cage, and then let Tzeentch develop a strategy game for himself every day. How wonderful it would be. Slaanesh is also crucial to promoting the problem of global fertility decline.
If you can add some Khorne to the arms, and some Nurgle to the biochemical viruses - what Wayne Enterprises, Stark Industries, he Ian is the most capital super arms dealer in the American comic universe!
There is no terrible Evil God in the world.
Only Lord Ian is controllable and uncontrollable Evil God.
"Where are my lucky cats?" Ian, who had great plans in his heart, was full of desire to become a capitalist. However, his eyes swept through all the broken universes and could not find the hidden Warp Evil God.
"Ho--"
Bruce suddenly let out an inhuman roar.
His pupils split into five vertical pupils, reflecting respectively the blood axe of Khorne, the grimoire of Tzeentch, the abscess of Nurgle, the rose of Slaanesh, and the filth of the fifth chaos.
"Let me go! I'm very good!" I'm going to kill you two lunatics!! I'm going to let Alfred sue you!! I'm going to put you in a mental hospital!!"
"Believe me! I can do it! I am Bruce·Wayne! The richest man in the world! If I want! I can even buy the entire United States!" Batman struggled, his eyes full of confusion and pain, and he let out a low roar, as if some invisible force was eroding his soul.
His desire and violence can no longer be suppressed.
"No, Bruce, you are not good at all!" Superman's soul projection also has unshakable power. He firmly held down Batman, who was bursting with strange power in his body.
"Don't be distracted and restrain him."
The Emperor's voice was like thousands of overlapping harmonies. At this moment, the Emperor seemed to sense something. He slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Ian.
Their eyes met.
Ian blinked his right eye at him.
"..."
The Emperor did not respond. He looked at his throne and continued to whisper to Superman. Superman heard the words and increased his strength. Kryptonian's muscles also shone with a healthy luster in this broken universe.
His unscientific Bio-field actually saved him from the extension of pollution on Batman. It can only be said that Ian's long-awaited expectations are on the road to success.
"I will help him suppress the pollution." As the Emperor injected spiritual energy into Golden Throne, the chaos in Batman's eyes gradually faded away, but the mucus condensed into crystal-like scars.
"What's wrong with me?"
Batman, who was originally roaring, gradually calmed down, and the chaos and darkness in his eyes dissipated little by little, replaced by a very short period of clarity and confusion.
"Don't let him get up."
The Emperor whispered in a firm tone.
"Understood."
Superman nodded, still firmly suppressing Batman. And Ian quietly approached the edge of Shattered Universe, with a faint blue dimensional shadow emerging behind it.
As if ready to take action at any time.
"What happened to my Uncle Bruce? His stomach mutated everywhere after eating it, and then you caught him?" Ian looked at Superman with one eye.
The other eye is looking at the Emperor.
Evil God is so skilled at multi-tasking at one glance that he doesn't even need to move his eyes back and forth. He came closer like a curious cat, and after hesitating for a moment, he still didn't try to swallow the mucus on Batman.
Lord Ian really doesn't have pica.
He always eats something and doesn't eat something.
"Bruce went crazy and tried to die together with Evil God in this universe, but he failed to completely succeed. Instead, he was affected by the power of the four Evil God."
Superman was not surprised that Ian could enter this place like him. He looked at Ian who took out Black Box to take a picture at Bruce and responded in a deep voice.
"It's five."
The Emperor corrected Superman's remarks.
Psionic flames form a protective matrix around the throne.
Hearing this, Superman turned his head in surprise. "Are you including the Cthulhu pollution that he brought in? That kind of pollution has been solved by me using special means."
When talking about special means, Superman also looked at Ian, and was very careful about the words he used, and did not let his youngest son realize that there was a place to collect copyright fees from him and Batman.
"Destruction The erosion of the realm has been integrated with his soul and cannot be eradicated. My psychic energy can only maintain a balance for about a hundred years. Before then, you must find a solution to the problem."
The Emperor's golden armor made a heavy sound. He pointed at the crystallizing scar on Bruce's chest. He was actually a little worried and thought that Batman had a chance to live to be a hundred years old.
Superman and the Emperor explained to each other sentence by sentence. At this time, Ian gradually figured out the clues. It was obvious that Batman made a mistake while playing some fancy operations.
"As expected of me, Uncle Bruce. Like me, he likes to self-destruct whenever we disagree. Unfortunately, his life seems not as tough as mine." Ian looked thoughtfully at Golden Toilet under Batman's butt.
Of course, that is actually the throne of Warhammer the Emperor, which is the life support device of the Emperor.
By Golden Throne.
The seriously injured the Emperor's human life can be continued.
Although his body is still slowly decaying.
The history of this thing can be traced back to Dark Age of Technology, or even earlier.
In the history of the Warhammer universe, the Emperor discovered this ancient relic from the ruins under the Asian desert during Unification Wars, and repaired and transformed it.. It itself is a powerful psychic amplifier, allowing the Emperor to continuously emit the light of Astronomican, providing navigation guidance for ships sailing in Warp.
This ensures the safety of Imperium of Man's interstellar travel. Of course, Golden Throne is also responsible for suppressing Warp Demons who are trying to break through the psychic barrier around Terra and pour into the real world. However, for the already broken universe, such a function obviously has no meaning at all.
Its only value may be to maintain the Emperor's human life.
"The toilet was given to my Uncle Bruce to sit on, so wouldn't you also have to change your size?" Ian For the Emperor, give the toilet to Batman He was surprised that sat there until he died of old age. He remembered that the Emperor in the Warhammer world could not leave the toilet, otherwise it would cause a huge disaster to the entire world.
"Huh?"
The Emperor looked at Ian, who was familiar with his own world, with eyes full of meaning.
"Look at the world around you, child, so desolate, without sound, without laughter... I no longer need it, let it follow you and leave as a trace of the existence of our world." The Emperor said, clenching the sword in his hand, with an unprecedented determination in his eyes.
"My people have actually disappeared for who knows how many years. If I hadn't been unable to make decisions alone, this end-of-life world would have been crushed by my own hands."
The Emperor's voice is deep and firm.
It's like he is making his last judgment.
To himself.
Ian was silent.
This was not an emperor telling his helplessness, but a god declaring his end. The Emperor walked to the edge of the suspended palace, and the extremely desolate world was reflected in his eyes. The golden armor began to peel off, revealing the pale skin underneath, and the naked body began to change.
Pieces of armored remains continued to fall.
Just like an old man on his deathbed.
Trembling, he unbuttoned his old coat, which was full of patches.
Between the hero and Evil God.
Often there is only one belief difference.
And at this time.
The Emperor is ready to give up his obsession. This being who was once regarded as the hope of mankind begins to ascend. At this moment, it is already exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
"What's wrong with him?"
Superman finally spoke. He found that Ian seemed to know the man in front of him, so he also asked Ian, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.
"He is the fifth Evil God."
It's rare for young Evil God not to have a playful smile.
The life form transition that can only be seen by Dimension Demon God is flowing in the pupils.
These words were like a bullet, shattering all of Superman's cognition. He saw the Emperor's crown melting, the gold turning into liquid and dripping, revealing the increasingly ferocious head underneath.
"Evil God?" Superman repeated the word in shock and looked at the Emperor in disbelief. He always felt that the Emperor was full of kindness. Could such a being be Evil God!
"This is a world that, even if it is not broken, will eventually lead to tragedy." Ian stared at the figure not far away, and the Emperor's aura began to rise.
It was not an explosion during battle, but an older and more terrifying awakening. The Emperor's eyes burned with deep flames, as if Destruction was reflecting the entire universe.
Endless Destruction power surges up.
He will no longer be human the Emperor.
But to become the new Dark King.
"Why do you want to help us?" Superman felt the change in the Emperor, and also realized that Ian had rarely spoken the truth just now. He also looked at the figure in front of him in disbelief.
"Maybe it's because I haven't seen a human being for a long time..." The Emperor's voice sounded again, but it was no longer as serious as before, but with a touch of gentleness.
Even a trace of nostalgia.
The Emperor is losing his mind.
So.
He didn't turn around.
"Leave with Bruce·Wayne. Now, I want to welcome my Destiny." The Emperor's aura completely exploded, and endless Destruction power swept out like a tide.
It directly tears the surrounding space into pieces.
When the erosion field of Dark King unfolded, the entire universe made the sound of shattering glass. That was not the roar of Destruction, but the last sigh of a dying world.
The whole world is being swallowed up.
When the last trace of reason dissipated from the Emperor's eyes, his body was completely swallowed by darkness. What was once the symbol of mankind's last hope has now become the deepest nightmare in the universe - Dark King. He no longer exists in the name of "The Emperor", but has become the embodiment of pure Destruction's will.
The figure of Dark King hangs high in the center of Shattered World.
Batman is still half successful after all. He is the last Evil God left in this universe, and he has to fulfill the Destiny he has already seen the end of.
Nothing more.
What he wants Destruction is not the vibrant universe, but a fragment of the universe that has long been decayed, lingering, and struggling to survive in the gaps of time.
This is a belated trial.
A feast of despair and death.
Terrifying power surged within his body, and endless dark energy swept out like a tide, tearing the sky apart, swallowing the earth, and even the space itself was wailing.
This is not revenge, not anger, but a kind of ultimate compassion.
"We have to get out of here." Superman Clark held Bruce with one hand, and picked up the eager trial version Ian who was about to rush forward with Dimension Projection in his other hand.
"No! Dad! You can't do this! I am Evil God too! I should also join this Destruction!" Ian was pulled by the collar of the back of his neck. He did not dare to use the dimensional power to offend him. His limbs were dancing wildly, like a black cat with black hair that was only lifted by the back of the neck. He was being taken away from this universe by Superman's idealistic means.
"Neoth! I love you! Hurry! Tear your universe to pieces and show it to your ten-year-old fan!" Ian, who was not willing to gain anything, madly confessed to the Emperor.
This name is already a little-known secret.
This ridiculous request stopped Dark King's movements for a ten thousandth of a second.
He turned his head, his face was blurry, but those eyes - the eyes that burned the embers of the entire Galaxy civilization, suddenly flashed a very weak fluctuation.
However.
The Emperor did not let Ian get what he wanted.
But just in this moment.
Ian saw clearly what he was holding in his hands - it was not Destruction's weapon, but a broken book <Decisive Moments in History>, with dry olive branches sandwiched between the pages.
Superman took the opportunity to drag the two of them out of the broken universe.
The last picture is engraved on Ian's retina like a brand. It is a pile of carriers of human civilization. Countless civilized classics are withering Destruction along with Dark King and the entire universe.
<Homeric Epics>
<Analects>
<Nicomachean Ethics>
<Three-Body Problem>
<Batman: Dark Knight>
<Superman: Origin>
<Superman/Batman>
Those pages are flying in Destruction.
It's like saying a final farewell.
They carry the knowledge, beliefs, history, philosophy, poetry of the Warhammer universe... all the thoughts and dreams about mankind. But now they will die into nothingness along with the king of mankind Warhammer.
"I need to say thank you. Thank you for allowing me, in the final stage of humanity, to stay at this moment of knowing that the light of humanity is still shining in the heavens."
Darkness completely enveloped his body.
The newly born Evil God stretched its limbs, and every inch of it was praising the beauty of Destruction. Like the last struggle of a candle that was about to burn out, he whispered softly to the outside of the universe.
Perhaps the Emperor proved that his will can overcome the erosion of ascension.
Nothing more.
No one can witness this miracle anymore.
"Hey~"
Ian didn't know that he was mourning his own loss, but mourning the decline of a universe. In any case, his deep sigh did not echo in the Warhammer universe.
Superman returns to Batcave with the souls of Ian and Bruce.
When they finally returned to the real world, it was as if everything had never happened - except that there was an extra throne toilet that looked like it was welded shut under Batman's butt.
Batcave was still quiet, the equipment was still running, and the alarm had been cleared long ago. Flash rushed over like a red lightning, with unwiped coffee stains still on his uniform.
"How's it going?" Barry's eyes glanced back and forth between the three of them, and finally settled on Batman's weird posture - Bruce was lying on his side on the medical bed in an extremely Batman way.
Not moving at all from the waist down.
Because the butt can no longer live without something valuable.
"There are some small hidden dangers left, but in general the problem is solved." Superman couldn't bear the miserable situation of Batman, so he stepped forward, lifted Batman, and put Batman and the throne on the ground.
Of course.
It is also an essential operation to pinch Batman's philtrum hard to wake up Batman.
"Hiss~"
Batman was awakened by pain.
It seems as if a mustache has grown out of the philtrum.
Wuqing, Wuqing.
It was pitch black.
"Hidden danger? Are you saying that there is an organ that looks like a seat growing on Bruce's butt?" Flash ran around Batman for several times but couldn't find a place that could separate Batman from the throne.
"It's a toilet, made of pure gold." Ian was stuffing the dried mushrooms he took out from the dimension into his mouth to calm his regretful and somewhat heavy mood.
"What happens if you pry it off?"
Barry couldn't help but stretched out his hand and made a gesture.
"I will be corrupted into Evil God immediately." The weak Bruce sounded regretful. He adjusted his sitting posture and found that his butt seemed to be welded to the throne.
"So, you won't be able to walk anymore?" Flash said in surprise. He couldn't imagine how Bruce could incarnate as Batman to maintain public order for Gotham under such circumstances.
"That's until I find a solution."
Bruce shook his somewhat groggy head.
"At least add a mobile device. Batman will become Wheelchair Batman, which may scare other Gotham Weirdo." Ian activated his own Supreme Wisdom in an attempt to appease Batman.
"I think Dr. Wells and Bruce will definitely be able to find a common topic." The corners of Flash's mouth began to twitch uncontrollably, and he suddenly turned away, his shoulders shaking suspiciously.
"Think it's funny?"
Bruce Death stares at everyone.
"Think of the bright side." Barry tried hard to tighten his facial muscles. He was trying to remedy his unbearable behavior in time, "You can at least apply for disability subsidies."
It's just that this slightly ironic "humorous" remedy does not seem to be the product of Speed Force flowing through his brain. Bruce's death gaze is focused on Flash alone.
"Who do you think is paying Gotham's disability subsidies?" Batman's voice was not only deep, but also very annoyed. The whole Batcave was instantly so quiet that you could hear the sound of mechanical operation.
"Actually, if you can't go out for activities, the banned Batman may be able to take your place in Gotham to punish rape and eliminate evil." Ian thought he was a brilliant idea, which made both Bruce and Superman look at him several times.
"Who is that person who helped us?" Bruce did not dare to answer the conversation and could only change the topic. To this day, he can still see a lot of discussions about Metropolis Batman.
It made him frustrated that he couldn't delete the post even if he deleted it.
"Neoth, in the golden age, humans called Him this. He is Master of Mankind, Great Emperor in another world." Ian's voice rarely contained a bit of respect.
Hearing this, Bruce stroked the notch on the edge of Golden Toilet, and after a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice, "I can feel that he is indeed a leader worthy of respect."
His voice was as soft as a eulogy.
Superman's blue eyes also darkened.
"It seems that you have experienced a special adventure." Flash was keenly aware of the change in the atmosphere and cleared his throat tactically. "So. Does this golden throne have any special functions?"
"What I have discovered so far is that it can automatically regulate the temperature." Bruce said expressionlessly, "And it can help me block all objects that try to attack my buttocks."
"At least I don't have to worry about being stabbed in the back." I don't know if this is a joy in hardship. Although he hasn't tested it yet, he can still realize that the material of the throne must be extraordinary. There is still a strong force in it - the energy quality is the same as his body that has been changed at this time.
"Ugh~"
Bruce suddenly arched his body.
Golden Throne emits a dazzling golden light. He retches violently, and balls of Black Crystal spurt out from his mouth, hitting the ground of Batcave with a crisp sound.
"Ahem. This is"
Superman knelt on one knee and touched the still-squirming black fragments with his fingertips. The fragments quickly weathered under his touch, revealing the flickering and extinguishing stars inside.
"It seems that the god has completed his mission."
Silence fell in the cave.
There is only the faint sound of Black Crystal disintegrating.
"Not necessarily!"
Ian suddenly rushed forward at this moment, holding tightly on a wisp of dust that was drifting away with both hands. The moment his palm touched the black dust, the system's sound rang out.
[Extra Dimension new data is being parsed]
[Warning: Data corruption rate 99.7%]
[Developer Mode starts, fix is in progress.]
Now Ian feels comfortable. After going through an incident, what can he do without any gains? He might not be able to sleep for ten nights. Fortunately, the system did not let him down.
The voice of the boy Evil God changed its tone due to excitement.
The corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.
"Lord Ian will take action!"
Black matter and starlight were gathering towards him.
"Huh?"
Bruce looked at Ian who was full of surprise.
"Looks like you gained a lot."
He sat on the toilet, his eyes twinkling slightly.
"It's okay, it's okay." Ian couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth. He didn't forget to put his hands in his pockets at this time, and tried to keep his tone as "light" as possible.
"..."
Regarding Ian's poor acting skills, Batman did not give a rating. He moved his eyes to Superman. In the real world, Clark was still wearing the unfinished Iron Armor.
S-shield on the chest is half-hidden by the mechanical structure.
"Maybe you should take off my armor."
Batman spoke softly.
"It hasn't been cast yet."
As Superman spoke, he began to take off Hellbat Armor's embryo. Bruce silently stared at the complicated patterns on it, with a weird expression and stopped talking several times.
However.
In the end, he didn't say anything more.
"Finish it as soon as possible... I need it... let Ian draw more of his ghost things." Bruce has such a short memory, he actually wants to use pollution to fight pollution.
"Okay!"
Ian responded on behalf of his father.
Superman and Flash looked at each other.
"I need some rest." Batman looked at the empty base and the medicines thrown on the ground, and rubbed his brows very tiredly.
This is obviously an eviction order.
"Okay, if you feel uncomfortable, remember to contact us at any time... Remember not to get up from the chair, I don't want to see you announcing yourself as the king of the world on TV."
Superman gave the instructions earnestly, and then, amidst Flash's gossipy inquiries, he left this Batcave with Ian, leaving only Batman alone in the empty room.
"I want to be able to get up too! That the Emperor welded my ass to death!" Batman patted the armrest of the throne with some annoyance after everyone left.
It's not a good feeling to be passively disabled.
"That person also transformed my body." Bruce·Wayne sat on Golden Throne, tapping the armrest with his fingertips. Every touch stirred up a circle of psychic ripples visible to the naked eye.
Think about it.
Batman, who had regained a lot of his sanity, also used his voice to wake up a bunch of robots buried underground, and began to use his own words to command the robots to help him analyze the material of the throne.
Of course.
Your own body must also be thoroughly studied.
Bruce slowly raised his palm and stared at the golden lines flowing under the skin. Those lines were not static - they were meandering like living creatures, weaving ancient runes in the blood vessels. When he concentrated, he could even see the energy floating in the air, lingering between the instruments like colorful mist.
"Psyker." When the word "Psyker." was squeezed out from between his teeth, it was filled with bitter helplessness. He suddenly clenched his fists, and the air was turbulent. In an instant, the entire electronic equipment of Batcave exploded with sparks at the same time, and the holographic projection was distorted into a ferocious face. Batmobile, which was placed in the corner, was suspended three inches above the ground due to the burst of his psychic energy.
Psyker in the world of Warhammer is an individual who draws energy from Warp and possesses supernatural abilities. He is regarded as a "walking disaster" and his existence is full of contradictions and dangers.
Psyker's unusual senses can see through non-material space. Psionics are a very versatile force. Psyker specializes in manipulating biological energy and processes. He can change his own structure at the cellular level or heal friendly forces, and he can also mutate the enemy's flesh and blood. Psionics can also lift giant objects out of thin air to attack or crush the enemy's internal organs.
It has many ways to use it.
It can even allow the user to obtain precognition, which can be regarded as a special kind of magic power. DC Universe does not have Warp at all, so the psychic energy used by Bruce comes from the throne under the buttocks.
This is not an illusion or an illusion. Every time he closes his eyes, Bruce can feel the power flowing through his body, like a flame in the dark, burning in his nerves, blood, and even bones.
"This is a hidden danger."
Bruce is not happy about gaining extraordinary power.
Instead, I felt heavy-hearted.
He did not rest, but quickly started research. In order to find out what he had become, he began to use the high-precision equipment that had not been used by Ian and Flash - including Nano Scanner, Quantum Brainwave Analyzer, and a set of Flesh Analysis System specially designed to detect body changes.
Be ruthless.
Batman can even cut off his own flesh and blood for study.
"Papapapa~papapapa~papapapa~"
Batcave deep.
Keyboard tapping.
The instrument hums.
Bruce·Wayne is sitting in front of the main console. Under him is the piece of Golden Throne brought back from the world of Outer Universe. It emits weak but strange energy fluctuations among the detection of the instrument.
Ancient secrets are being unraveled. The throne is not made of metal, at least not entirely, and it carries a certain heaviness that does not belong to this world.
While the analysis and research are continuing.
Gotham's early warning system suddenly sounded! The siren cut through Batcave's silence, the red light flashed, and the monitoring screen automatically popped up. Bruce quickly called up the screen.
Then there was a wave of frowns.
Only seen.
In the picture, a Black Angel with cloudy eyes, as if he had been brainwashed, was painted with Joker makeup, flapping his wings, carrying a Joker in pajamas.
They float above the sky at the center of Gotham City.
"Good morning, Gotham!" Joker opened his arms and shouted to the whole city, "The weather today is really good, suitable for a real heavy rainfall!"
Said.
He started to take off his pants.
Of course.
This is just an appetizer.
Later.
Joker took out a watering can that looked like spraying pesticides and sprayed "rainwater" containing some kind of poison wildly into the city. The crowd fled in fear, but many people were also infected.
They all fell to the ground and started laughing - the police car roared towards them, but in the face of this sudden supernatural scene, almost no one knew how to deal with it.
Under the command of Joker.
Angels waves his arms gracefully.
Gotham Every electronic screen turns pink instantly.
Bruce watched as Wayne Tower's exterior wall projected the words "Good morning Gotham~Batman love me" in cursive letters, followed by a beating heart emoji.
Bruce suddenly prepared to stand up.
Subconsciously, I had to change my clothes and attack.
However.
Golden Throne made a warning buzz, and a strong gravitational force firmly attached him to the throne. Only then did he realize again that he was inseparable from this damn "throne".
Look at the surveillance screen again.
Joker is dyeing Angels's feathers green.
"Damn it!"
Bruce's fingers tightened on the armrest of the throne.
There was an explosion.
The signal is suddenly interrupted.
Bruce looked at the damage caused by the psychic pulse he unconsciously released, and his expression changed one after another. When he started the new monitoring again, Angels was carrying Joker past the chemical plant.
"It's your turn again! My dear wishing machine!"
Joker gave orders to Angels.
The rainbow light dust gave birth to a large number of roses that looked exactly like him on the rusted steel frame.
Every rose was telling how much he missed Batman. Seeing this situation, Batman finally couldn't bear it any longer, and he hesitated for a moment before controlling the robot.
The robot made tires for him that can carry the throne and himself. If a wheelchair attacks, then a wheelchair will attack. No one said that Batman can't fight Joker in a wheelchair, right?
Batman in action.
Ian and Superman are also in action.
After they left, they became Master of Gotham's white slaves again.
"Dang--Dang--Dang--"
Deep in the universe.
There was a resounding sound like metal collision.
It was a long process of building the "new the Emperor battle armor" for Batman. It took several hours of forging and didn't stop until Ian's school time was about to come.
"Dad, I promise not to make big news today." He looked at the system where he was repairing Extra Dimension data and said goodbye to his old father who was going to work.
[Repair progress: 0.5%]
The progress is indeed a bit slow, but it is understandable. After all, the Warhammer universe was completely shattered. The system can be repaired, which is considered a great system, but this does not affect Ian pua's own system.
"You are not even as efficient as Orc mechanic, who can build an interstellar battleship with spit and scrap metal!"
The early morning sun shines on his face, and the hustle and bustle of the city hits him. Yesterday, he was still struggling between Destruction and reconstruction, and today he will return to textbooks and homework.
Maybe this is life.
Ian walked into the school gate and into the classroom, and then he saw Little Punk Girl Madison sitting on the podium, holding chalk in his hand, telling the students vividly.
"Ian is planning to raise space chickens on the moon, and the selling price will definitely be higher than the selling price of imported chickens." She was obviously helping Ian to promote it, and all the students showed shocked expressions.
"What a great idea! Mars Duck, moon chickens, just need to promote that they can cure all diseases, and it will be a hot-selling project as soon as you hear it!" Ian feels that Little Punk Girl still has some business talent.
He also joined in the rhetoric and directly fooled a group of inexperienced classmates into admiring him. They all said that after graduation, they would help Ian raise chickens.
Until the teacher came to the classroom.
Ian then converged.
However, he still communicated with Little Punk Girl below about whether Angels can adapt to the new life.
The answer is obvious.
Angelss always find a way.
Except Michael, all other Angels have strong adaptability.
"Those Angelss have done a good job in the factory, but they always want to transform the factory into an environment where they live in Heaven." Little Punk Girl also reported to Ian very seriously.
"It's okay, let them renovate it. Anyway, they won't be able to see the home in their memories when they return to Heaven. It's so pitiful."
"No, it has nothing to do with me, I don't know anything."
"I'm just a child. Stop asking. If you ask me again, I'll tell you all my lies today."
That's it.
When the school bell rings.
Ian has learned about the trends in his industry through his outstanding classmates. The school bell was still echoing in the corridor, and Madison grabbed Ian's schoolbag strap.
"Do you want to give another speech to the Angelss, especially do some work for that Archangel Michael? He is the one with the worst performance among all the Angelss."
Madison also encountered a thorn in the side.
"Night, I'll go there tonight, and now I have to go find my psychiatrist." When Ian responded, he was inserting a copy of <The Art of the Boss> into his own dimensional world.
He doesn't need his schoolbag anymore. It's like a collar, and people will always grab it.
"Are you going to see a doctor? Take me with you?"
I didn't expect that Madison would be interested in forming a team for this kind of thing.
"I am now going to communicate with Dr. Hannibal about the patient's condition as an expert. You can't go a little bit." Ian declined Little Punk Girl and drove Hellcat to the psychological clinic.
However, Ian thought that today would be a very ordinary day, but when he pushed open Hannibal Clinic's carved wooden door, the door shaft made a dying creaking sound that had a very ominous texture.
The next moment.
The smell of blood hit Ian's nostrils like a solid substance.