Darkseid initially held the upper hand; however, just as the ray was about to be fired...
"La--!"
A new rift tore open the "sky" of the Realm of No Light. It was not crimson, nor 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 suddenly looked up, Omega Beams pulsed 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 through the void.
Clark Kent, Ian's father, gripped the All-Black the Necrosword that shot out from the dimensional rift in the darkness of the Realm of No Light.
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.
Listen—
Clark let out a suppressed growl, and the whites of his eyes were almost instantly corroded 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 rapidly spread along his arms, wrapped around his torso and legs, and finally formed a ferocious 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 only the unorthodox could subdue evil at this moment.
Clark Kent believed in Ian.
so.
He did not hesitate.
He swung his sword directly at Darkseid.
"Evil creature!" the Dark Monarch roared, no longer able to maintain absolute suppression over the two Golden Superman beneath his feet. He suddenly turned almost all his power towards Clark, and the Omega Beams 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 and howling chains of Causality 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 engage in a fiercer clash of energy. But now, driven by the instinct of the All-Black the Necrosword, he made the most direct and terrifying reaction—he gripped the sword with both hands, facing the crimson torrent that was enough to obliterate the Multiverse, and swung it upwards with all his might!
"Tear!"
A deafening roar, like cloth being forcibly torn, shook the entire lightless dimension. Where the All-Black the Necrosword's blade passed, the Omega Beams were actually "cleaved" in two!
"What?!" Darkseid changed for the first time. His Omega Beams, 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 Eternity, absolutely empty tracks devoid of any energy or information.
"Looks like you're 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 All-Black the Necrosword seemed to come alive in his hand; wherever the tip of the sword cut, it left charred marks in the air, like scorched paper.
The void beneath Superman's feet collapsed under the force, forming a series of black, footprint-like cracks. This is the power of the Godkiller weapon. The All-Black the Necrosword is an artifact originating from the evil Ancient God Knull in the Marvel Universe, and is one of the most representative "symbiotic weapons" in the early Marvel Universe.
Its creation is closely related to Knull's "anti- Celestials " strategy— Knull, as the God of Symbiotes, initially created symbiotes to fight against the Celestials. The All-Black the Necrosword was forged from the divine fire in the heads of Celestials he killed, thus becoming the first true symbiote weapon in the Marvel Universe.
Since Knull forged the All-Black the Necrosword 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 has a strong restraining effect on the gods. Whether it is Odin and Thor of Asgard, or gods from other universes, the All-Black the Necrosword can inflict fatal damage on them.
Darkseid happens to be the New Gods of DC, which is exactly the range that All-Black the Necrosword counters.
"I've never heard of such a weapon. What Outer Universe being have you allied yourself with?"
Darkseid finally changed his expression.
He abandoned all thoughts of fighting back, and for the first time, this Dark Monarch, 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, with All-Black the Necrosword cry, Clark didn't even glance at those phantoms, his sword tip pointing directly at the single point among the countless phantoms whose "presence" was most concentrated—the " Anchor Point of reality" where Darkseid's true form resided! Before the sword even arrived, the chilling aura of "denying existence" already made Darkseid's true form's skin sting.
He had no choice but to abruptly abandon his battle plan and shift to the side in his true form, like a wolf or fox.
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 All-Black the Necrosword sliced through the void, a jet-black arc slash flying out from its blade. Wherever it passed, even the absolute darkness of the " Realm of No Light " was torn open, revealing the twisted dimensional turbulence behind it.
As a symbiotic weapon, the All-Black the Necrosword retains some characteristics of the symbiotic—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 belongs to the type of weapon whose power increases the stronger the user.
The All-Black the Necrosword's core effect is to amplify the wielder's inner power.
This effect is not a simple "power boost," but a "key" to unlocking the sword wielder's own potential, allowing the user to break through their own limits. It should be noted that even Gorr, an ordinary life form, once used the All-Black the Necrosword to slaughter the vast majority of the gods in the Nine Realms, and was even able to sever the heads of the Celestials.
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 Omega Force, 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 All-Black the Necrosword 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 the Outer Universe for power—I'm very disappointed in you, Kryptonian!" Darkseid waved his hand, altering the fundamental laws of the surroundings and Infinity 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 All-Black the Necrosword 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 decreased, and he savagely carved a straight vacuum passage through the Infinity stretched road!
Darkseid could only hurriedly defend and dodge.
His methods became more frequent and more hasty.
This Dark Monarch even summoned his past self and a projection of his future to launch a pincer attack in an attempt to disrupt him, but the All-Black the Necrosword was equally open to "time" as a treat.
He uttered whispers that could corrupt the mind, but Clark's consciousness was almost synchronized with the All-Black the Necrosword's purely devouring "instinct" at this moment, and those whispers were like pebbles thrown into a black hole, without even an echo.
"Today, it seems, is the perfect time to collect the debt you owe the Earth!" Clark's body erupted with an unprecedented light in the darkness—a strange radiance of solar energy "catalyzed" by the All-Black the Necrosword, mixed with the power of death. His speed, strength, and reaction reached unprecedented peaks at this moment.
"Despicable Kryptonian! Despicable! Despicable!"
Darkseid hastily raised his arm to block, Omega Force coalescing into an indestructible shield on his arm. But the moment the All-Black the Necrosword pierced the shield, it "melted" like ice and snow.
The Dark Monarch Wolf-Fox was about to continue dodging.
The older, Golden Superman, Carl -El, suddenly plunged his hands into the void beneath his feet. Countless golden chains, purely composed of idealistic beliefs, erupted from his palms, not shooting towards Darkseid, but frantically weaving the surrounding spatial structure. The entire lightless dimension trembled violently.
"Asshole!"
The Dark Monarch collapsed to his knees, not only having his attack interrupted but also taking a direct hit from his own body. He looked at the Golden Superman who controlled the beams of light with a mixture of shock and rage.
All dimensional rifts were forcibly closed, and the chaotic spacetime parameters were temporarily fixed. Darkseid, which was about to tear through dimensions to escape, suddenly froze, as if trapped in solidified amber. Although this restriction only lasted for a fraction of a second before being shattered by his immense Divine Power, this amount of time was enough for a light-speed battle.
Clark, having pierced through the black blade of the Omega Beams, was already upon him! Ian's father, like a bolt of lightning interwoven with gold and black, instantly closed in on Darkseid.
The All-Black the Necrosword pierced straight into his chest!
The sword tip encountered no resistance, as Golden Superman briefly held Darkseid at bay for Clark Kent, and the All-Black the Necrosword sliced through Darkseid's raised arm, leaving a dark wound.
The wound neither bled nor healed; instead, it continuously emitted faint black smoke, as if the soul had been torn apart, like maggots in the bone trying to penetrate and destroy Darkseid's essence.
This will certainly not succeed.
After all, Darkseid's essence is at least at the six-dimensional level. However, Darkseid himself was unaware of this, so he was somewhat flustered for a moment.
"Ahhh!" Darkseid let out a roar that shook the dimensions, feeling pain for the first time. Not physical pain, but the excruciating pain of his divinity being defiled.
He could no longer maintain his composure.
The tyrant's dignity crumbled at that moment.
"I will never die by your hand!"
Darkseid acted decisively, unleashing a torrent of divine Divine Power from his body. It wasn't an attack, but rather a forceful "stripping" of the corrupted part of his body, along with a large amount of Divine Blood, from his original form!
The stripped portion turned to ashes in mid-air and vanished. The Dark Monarch glanced at the wound; though the grayish-white lesions had been temporarily halted, they continued to slowly and relentlessly erode him, constantly eroding his power and sense of existence.
It brings a continuous, excruciating pain, as if the soul is being gnawed away.
This moment.
The Dark Monarch knew he had encountered the unknown.
His vast knowledge base made it difficult for him to find a solution in a short time. If the fight continued, he might be slowly "eaten" up by this evil sword!
Without the slightest hesitation, Darkseid glared venomously at the Kryptonian covered in black armor, then abruptly turned around, smashing the dimensional barrier behind him with a punch. Then, Darkseid unleashed all his power, Omega Beams rained down indiscriminately in all directions, blasting a passage to the real universe through the Realm of No Light.
Believe me, this is not the end!
He roared, his figure retreating rapidly, his massive body plunging into the chaotic spatial currents without hesitation, disappearing and merging into the crimson rift.
On starting a runaway train.
Darkseid's abilities were no less than anyone else's.
Even with the All-Black the Necrosword's "squeezed potential," Clark Kent only had time to deliver one last strike to the crack where Darkseid had vanished.
I wonder if I hit the target again.
Darkseid is a tough guy.
He didn't even groan; he simply left behind his resentment and completely fled this lightless dimension.
Then, the overwhelming darkness receded, leaving only the ravaged, lightless realm and the black figure standing in the center, sword in hand.
Clark Kent stood there silently, the darkness on his sword writhing like a living thing, as if savoring the invincible feeling he had just tasted.
From the enormous hole torn open in the Realm of No Light, the radiance of the real universe poured in like a waterfall.
It dispelled billions of years of deathly silence.
Dust swirled within the beam of light, like countless reborn Elf leaping with joy. And in this ruin that was gradually being illuminated,
Clark Kent stands tall.
The symbiotic armor formed by the All-Black the Necrosword, like a living shadow, still covered his entire body. Its sharp edges flowed with an ominous dark light, and only two bottomless dark slits remained on the visor, within which seemed to swirl the nothingness before the birth of the universe. He slowly turned his head and locked his deep gaze on the Golden Superman who had just regained his footing not far away.
"Wake up!"
The alarm bells rang loudly in the heart of the Golden Superman.
He knew the power of Kryptonian all too well, and he could feel the terrifying, devouring aura emanating from that evil sword, a power that threatened his very nature. The Clark before him had an unfamiliar and dangerous aura, like an ancient beast cloaked in the skin of Kryptonian. Especially his eyes, which held none of the warmth and resolve of " Clark Kent."
Only the All-Black the Necrosword possessed that pure and insatiable instinct to "devour".
Without any communication, or even the slightest hesitation, Golden Superman flashed with golden light, not to attack, but to use all his remaining power for acceleration and defense.
Then, with a loud "boom".
Golden Superman transformed into a dazzling golden meteor, shooting out without looking back along the torn dimensional rift.
They staged a textbook-perfect tactical retreat.
As the last "enemy" disappeared into the end of the crevice, the chilling, deep light in Clark Kent's eyes vanished as quickly as the tide.
"Cut."
Clark Kent pursed his lips, abandoned his acting skills, and grabbed the symbiotic probe armor covering his chest with both hands, tearing it to both sides as if he were taking off a garlic-shaped sweater!
"Sizzle!"
The armor that could withstand Sayd's attack let out a near-wailing hiss as it was roughly torn from his body, turning into a viscous black liquid that sloshed back into the All-Black the Necrosword in his hand. It was quickly absorbed by the blade, eventually restoring the longsword to its cold, ancient metallic texture.
It was as if the terrifying, all-consuming presence from just moments ago was merely an illusion.
How could he possibly be bewitched by the All-Black the Necrosword?
Clark Kent bent down to pick up the still-ringing, disgruntled Gungnir, weighed it in his hand, and with a flash, followed the river, leaving the crumbling, lightless prison through the crack.
Having just returned to the war zone that had become an interstellar dust belt, Clark hadn't even had a chance to take a deep breath of the theoretically non-existent free air.
A voice full of disappointment and frustration suddenly came crashing down on him.
"If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring! Dad, your indecisiveness is really unacceptable. With 1 Sayd seriously injured in three directions and that other glittering troublemaker having slipped away, you should have picked up your sword and chased him all the way to Apokolips, and wiped him out along with that damned Yiya! Eliminate the threat forever!"
Ian stood with his hands on his hips, floating on a small, green fragment of a planet, painfully counting the impacts, his expression even more sorrowful than when he discovered his second brother was using Fleshlight without lubricant.
Upon hearing this, Clark rubbed his temples.
" Sayd isn't as simple as you think." He had clearly also glimpsed Sayd's true nature, which was why he hadn't pressed his advantage earlier.
certainly.
Ian, who understood Sayd's true nature better than him, disagreed with his father's statement.
"That's because you underestimate the extraordinary wisdom of your son, Apocalypse!" Ian raised his chin, snapped his fingers triumphantly, and although no sound came from the vacuum of space, his swagger pierced through the void. "I have a plan! It can make Apokolips... I mean, make it never be reborn!"
"Completely eradicate this cosmic festering sore!"
His tone was firm.
"Oh?"
Clark raised an eyebrow, a sense of foreboding creeping over him. Whenever Ian made that expression, it usually meant Ian had unleashed his so-called superhuman wisdom, unmatched by anyone in the Alliance.
As expected.
"This plan requires your and Mom's cooperation!"
Ian held up two fingers, his eyes blazing. "All you have to do is fake a divorce with Mom! No need for any financial sacrifices, the Kryptonian Spaceship is yours, the farm and I are Mom's."
"Then, you go and pursue her intensely—note, pretend to pursue her, don't actually pursue her—so that people think you've fallen for someone else, and that's how you create a false impression."
"Hmm, your infatuation with this is just a facade."
"Think about it, that old coin, Sayd, suffered such a loss, he's definitely going to want revenge! But he can't beat you now with the All-Black the Necrosword, so what will he do? He'll definitely target your weaknesses! And which weakness is the weakest? Of course, it's your beloved."
Given his treacherous nature, he certainly couldn't resist.
"I, Henry, can only deceive Sayd into kidnapping a lowly police officer on Earth! This officer could bring real trouble to Sayd."
"Don't worry, you can go after him as Superman, then it won't concern you with Clark Kent." Ian was good at this kind of clever scheme. However, upon hearing Ian's "plan," Clark picked up the scattered pieces of cloth in space. They were leftovers from when Ian helped Injustice Superman relieve his pain.
"Huh? Dad, what are you doing? Where do you think there are any flaws in this plan? Can I improve it?! Huh?!" Ian's words were ruthlessly interrupted. Clark instantly closed in with superhuman speed and precisely slapped the wide piece of clothing onto Ian's mouth with a "smack".
It was sealed off completely, without even a crack.
The world (universe) has become peaceful.
Clark let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if his ears had been instantly cleansed.
He was preparing to teach his son to stop watching those ridiculous, melodramatic soap operas when his gaze inadvertently fell upon a scene not far away.
Injustice Superman had awakened, but he did not get up or try to recover. He lay quietly on his back on the cold, green starry sky, his eyes gazing blankly at the shattered starry sky. Two clear tear tracks slid from the corners of his eyes, down to his temples, and instantly froze into tiny ice crystals in the absolute zero environment.
His appearance exuded a profound, philosophical despair and sorrow.
"What's going on here? What did you do to him?" Clark turned to look at Injustice Superman, who seemed conscious but was silently shedding tears not far away.
[He has been moved by my words; he is repenting for his sins, gazing at the stars, contemplating the meaning of life and the harmony of the universe. These are tears shed after his soul has been purified.]
Ian blinked.
With his most powerful mouth temporarily sealed, he immediately bent down and used his finger to write a line of vigorous and bold π characters on the ground covered with cosmic dust.
"?????"
Clark looked at the words, and the green lines on his forehead deepened.
Speak like a human being!
The old man covered his forehead, speechless. Ian innocently pointed to his mouth, which was sealed shut by Qibu, indicating that he couldn't speak human language now that his mouth was sealed.
"..."
Clark looked at Erya's innocent yet infuriating expression, his finger hovering in mid-air, hesitating whether or not to unseal Ian's "true form".
The safety of the universe seems less pressing than this decision.
Just as his fingertips almost touched the edge of the fabric, "buzz—buzz—"
The charred and deformed Black Box in Ian's pocket suddenly began to vibrate violently, and the screen stubbornly lit up, flashing a string of extremely strange numbers.
#666-013-HELL#.
Ian's eyes widened instantly.
His uniform twitched unnaturally in his abdomen, the skin and fabric twisting and deforming, quickly outlining a crooked, distorted " Mimicry mouth" with only lips and teeth and no nose.
"Holy crap! Uncle Bruce is amazing! He's come back from the dead! He made an escape call from Hell!" Suddenly, his green belly mouth opened wide.
It actually let out the same startled cry as Ian himself, but with an eerie reverberation. The Mimicry's mouth opened and closed, making Ian's father feel his sanity plummet.
"??????"
Clark really finds it hard to comment on this. Why did the child brought about by the Green Emperor and the Prime Angel, and then raised by himself and Lois, manage to stray into such a bizarre art style?