My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

"Maybe we can let him bask in the sun, yellow sun. Didn't you say, sir, that if you let Superman bask in the sun, he'll regain his strength?"

Raven came up with what seemed like a better idea.

"It's a pity it's night, and it's already late."

Eric shook his head, Superman is dead, this is a fact that cannot be changed.

But the raven still didn't give up, "There is another way, although I can't perform advanced magic in this world, it seems that all communication channels with the world outside the barrier have been closed, but... I still remember A purification magic that Father Azar taught me."

"Purge?"

"Yes, it's more of a healing art. I can do it by absorbing other people's pain, and although I will suffer the same amount of pain, I can recover on my own in a short time. You know, sir, this is My ability."

The more she said, the brighter her eyes became, "I also have a magic control ability, which controls the weaker demons than myself. I can create zombies from corpses. This is the memory engraved in my mind by the Sannomiya demon. I have never used it. ability."

Raven stared at the son of Kryptonian in Eric's arms, who had lost his heartbeat and breath, "I think, I can combine these two abilities to create a new kind of magic that absorbs the dead energy in his body, making the son of Kryptonian's The corpse won't rot again, giving him a zombie-like incorruptibility."

"But what about his soul?"

Although Eric thought it was a good idea, creating a walking dead Kryptonian would be of little use.

"The soul in his body has not completely dissipated. Although it has been thinned, there is still a trace of will to survive. I can extract it and then..."

She glanced at the steel skull hanging from the horse's back.

"Combined with Mr. Cyborg's quantum computer mind, the son of the Kryptonian can be reborn, at least giving him a sense of consciousness."

Eric thinks this is a bit whimsical!

The consciousness of the son of Kryptonian is combined with the residual consciousness in the brain of the quantum computer of the steel bone. Whose soul is this created?

Of Cyborg or Sons of Kryptonians?

What was the creature that was created, Superman or Mechanical Superman?

"This... so, is he still himself?"

Eric voiced his concerns.

Raven tilted his head and thought for a moment, "The son of Kryptonian is just a baby, his soul is easy to shape, and although it may be damaged, most of the soul is still him. I think... this It's a way to keep him alive!"

Eric thought for a while and felt that this might be the only solution, so he agreed with Raven's suggestion.

After handing the son of the Kryptonian in her arms to the raven, she showed an embarrassed expression, "I can't use such advanced magic now, maybe I have to wait until the magic of this world is restored... But I can Retain the trace of consciousness in his mind, through perception and then transfer to the quantum computer brain of the steel bone."

Raven makes a promise to Eric.

"What about this corpse?"

Eric doesn't have the magical storage space that his Transit predecessors can stuff into a truck, and faced with a tiny baby, he's stuck with how to carry it.

"I can inject some of my magic power, although the magic power is reduced a lot, but my soul energy is constantly producing subtle magic power, which can help the corpse of the son of Kryptonian stay in place."

The raven suggested that the mana be injected by himself first, and then the baby should be placed in the spaceship and buried there.

In this way, after everything is settled, the son of the Kryptonian will be excavated and resurrected.

Eric thought for a while and accepted the suggestion.

Give the son of the Kryptonian to the Raven and let her infuse her with her own magic to prevent further decay of the corpse. And pulled out of consciousness, injected into the skull of the steel bone.

Then put it into the spaceship cabin, and dig the earth to bury it.

By the time everything was done, it was already late at night.

Wiping off his sweat, Eric carried the clown lantern and returned to the resting place with the raven.

the next day.

Accompanied by the early morning mist, the two set off again towards the Burning Plain.

When I just passed the spaceship that was buried last night, I saw a tall figure with a beard standing there, watching the fresh soil that was excavated.

He was wearing a Superman uniform with a prominent S logo on his chest and a rumpled yellow jacket over it.

In addition to the vicissitudes of life, it is very similar to the image of Superman in the comics!

"Clark Kent?"

Eric looked at the image of Superman in the mist and shouted in surprise.

Things are getting more and more complicated. Not only is there a spaceship with a little Superman falling to the ground, but in this desolate apocalypse, there is also the legendary dead Superman.

"How... how is that possible? Isn't Superman already dead?"

The raven was also very surprised. She stared at it as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

"I'm surprised too! Bat, our Superman has come back to life, there's nothing more fun than that. Would you like a party, a big celebration?"

The clown in the lantern excitedly made a suggestion.

"Batman?"

He walked towards Eric, his voice cold and colorless.

"I'm Batman, are you Clark Kent?"

Superman didn't answer Eric's question directly, turned around and walked forward, "Come with me!"

He seems to be inviting Eric to go somewhere with him.

"Where?"

Eric was a little taken aback by Superman's inexplicable behavior.

"My home..."

......

In this way, Superman took Eric and Raven and walked along the plain.

"I think he's weird!"

Raven whispered to Eric.

"What's wrong?"

Raven frowned, "I can't tell, it just feels different from the Superman I imagined, and it's also different from normal people, like this..."

She called to Superman who was walking at the front: "Mr. Superman, why are you still alive, I remember you were sacrificed?"

As if Superman didn't hear, he didn't slow down at all, and didn't respond to her.

"Look at ~www.readwn.com~ That's it, sir, I remember you said that Superman is a good talker, and he wouldn't be so rude."

Raven shrugged.

Eric nodded, "It's really not like Superman, it's more like his clone or some kind of mechanical body. Milian, can you feel his emotions?"

"this......"

Milian stuck out her tongue, "I always feel that spying on other people's feelings is not a good thing, so I have never used this ability on Superman."

"Then try now."

Raven felt a little embarrassed, "Won't this... not make Mr. Superman unhappy?"

"No, he's not that kind of person."

"Ok."

With Eric's assurances, Raven quietly uses emotion perception on Superman.