Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 511 57. Hey, this doesn't seem too good for you, does it? [add more 910]

"Sweetheart, you called him 'Kongsu' just now?"

Watching the Moonlight Knight disappear into the world gate of the Rock of Eternity, Harry blew a bubble and ran up to hold Mason's arm. She whispered:

"That is to say, the person talking to you just now was the god behind the Moonlight Knight?"

"Not all, at least when he communicated with you about schizophrenia, it should indeed be dominated by Moonlight Knight's sub-personality."

Mason explained:

"However, when it comes to the conversation involving the purpose of the gods and my purpose, the personality of the Moonlight Knight cannot dominate this issue. Kongsu used a very wonderful method to complete the meeting.

I guess that unlucky ghost was kicked out by his companions to talk to me again, after all, it is a terrible risk for a god's consciousness to descend into a messenger and talk to a person with a black death sword. "

"Wow, that sounds so cool."

Harry snorted, poked her delicate face and said:

"This old Kongsu seems to be very fond of patients with schizophrenia, sweetheart, do you think I should worship the statue of the moon god, maybe he can also give me and Quinn strength?

oops! "

Before she could finish her sentence, Mason pinched her face and squeezed her hard a few times. The chief captain scolded Harley:

"Don't have such crazy thoughts, Kong Su is a god, pure good and evil can't be his standard of conduct, those guys are different from ordinary people.

The world they see is not as black and white as yours.

Besides, you are covered by me now, which god dares to approach you?

Well, time to go. "

Mason let go of his fingers, and turned his head to look at Queen Skrull not far behind in the midst of Harry's annoyed "little fist punching your back". He said:

"Then, according to our previous agreement, the Skrulls can temporarily live in Osborne Tower, but your behavior will be monitored. Don't make any more troubles under the current environment."

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord."

If there was only fear and the humiliation of forced obedience to Mason before, then Queen Vikran, who was holding the Super Skrul Spiritual Beacon, only had gratitude and awe in her heart.

Judging by the standards of servants, Mason Cooper is obviously much more merciful than Brainiac.

Instead of viewing the Skrull as expendable tools, he included them among the multitude of suffering beings in the Dark Ages.

This alone made the Queen feel relieved.

But when Mason and Harley were about to leave, the queen, who still had scars on her body, stopped them. Under Mason's surprised gaze, the queen who had just taken back the spiritual beacon returned the shining beacon to him. Mason.

She whispered:

"My lord, the Skrulls are not born servile, but our talent determines that we must be attached to a strong leader. The conqueror has never stopped hunting us. We used to be the refuge of Brainiac, but now we will be forced to Facing this era that is bound to become more and more cruel alone.

I had doubts.

But having lived through this war firsthand and sharing in the glory of your victory, I am sure now is not the best time to return freedom to my people.

Your ideals are terrible.

But once realized, the future in which the worlds are no longer freely connected is the future in which the Skrulls can live in a corner safely.

We are willing to continue to dedicate to your cause, and I also believe that our dedication will be rewarded accordingly. "

Having said that, the queen said with some embarrassment:

"And to be honest, I don't think I can fully control my people, and the repeated failures have weakened my authority.

While most Skrulls are forced to be cunning and vicious, there are some among us who are born villains who fear nothing but chaos.

Therefore, this spiritual beacon should be placed here with you first.

I am sure even the most ambitious Skrull would bow their heads before you after witnessing your triumph. The strong have power, and the wise hold power.

You are strong and wise, we should obey your will. "

"Uh, you've already said this. If I refuse again, I'll be suspected of throwing the blame."

Mason shrugged, took the spiritual beacon, and said to the queen:

"Go back to Osborne Tower to recuperate. I will notify you when you need to be dispatched."

"As you order, my lord."

The queen took a few steps back, watching Mason and Harley disappear into the light curtain of the burning fire, she didn't have to worry about how to get out of here, for a super spy and a super Skrull, she always had enough Method.

for example

"Shazam!"

Calling in a low voice, the power of the six gods turned into thunder and descended to make her reincarnate into the simulated form of Black Adam, and then easily left the sealed magical land.

Originally, the power of the Six Gods did not flow so vividly on Queen Vikram.

After all, a fake is a fake, and the super camouflage of the Skrulls is hard to fool the power-giving gods, but probably because of Mason's face, the six gods of Egypt didn't "criticize" the thief too much.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

"Vikran is so cunning!"

When leaving the Rock of Eternity and returning to the sky of the material world, Harley, who was riding a burning speeding car, complained to Mason:

"She obviously wants to find a backer for herself, so that she can continue to be as pretentious as she used to be when she served Brainiac, and she has to fabricate so many reasons.

I can't believe that a ruler who can carry out secret invasions on other worlds would suddenly care so much about his people. "

"Don't tell me you've seen it through, cutie."

Mason in the truck leaned back on the seat with his eyes closed, and said while relaxing:

"It's tough, take me back to Gotham. Huh? Where are you going? What's wrong with this road?"

"You have three hours to mine today!"

Harry pursed her lips and complained in a low voice:

"You're definitely going to meet Ciri in a while, I've heard from Panan and the big-mouthed V that the hunter put his own coffin on the ground for your victory.

Who knew you would wipe out"

"What are you whispering?"

"Ah, it's nothing! Let's go shopping, sweetheart, just to celebrate the victory! Buy a black dress and red rope today."

——

Three hours later, Mason was back in Gotham.

He walked into the Leslie Clinic in the city that had been blacked out and restored to its original state with a blank expression, as if he was as familiar as when he used to work here.

But no one is going to work here for the time being, and everyone has gone to escape the disaster and hasn't come back yet.

Some of the wounded in the previous battle were transferred here by the master. In the current situation where the final settlement of the world has not been completed, most of the still active combat forces have been dispersed. On the contrary, it is rare for this city that has never been peaceful. Quiet.

It's like a crazy woman showing a quiet gesture that has never been seen before, which brings a sense of tranquility to Gotham in the morning light today.

Mason stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.

For unknown reasons, Harley was extremely excited today, making him seem like he had fought with a hungry beast just now. Fortunately, Quinn could only exist in Harley's heart in the form of a sub-personality.

if two come together

"Should I do something that an alchemist should do?"

As the smoke rose, Mason played with the extinguisher in his hand and glanced at the rope marks on his arm, complaining:

"For example, developing a drug that can calm Harley down, or developing a secret recipe that gives me a hundred men at once, I always feel that my little cutie seems to have a strange sense of crisis.

This is not a good thing for her condition. "

He sighed, extinguished the cigarette that he had only smoked a third in the trash can, and then the water body changed and the smoke dissipated and appeared in an observation room of the clinic.

The swordsman in front of you is lying on the hospital bed, wearing a breathing mask, looking like a critically ill patient who has signed an extubation agreement and will die at any time.

But actually, this guy is probably the healthiest patient in the clinic right now.

The swordsman's wounds are already healing quickly due to the super-strong physique of the Lord of Hell and the strengthening of the Lord of Fate. The reason why he is still unconscious now is that he was too crazy when he cut people before, and he was attacked by the warlock again. The spirit needs to sleep for the sake.

"It's really thanks to you this time. Without your obstruction at the critical moment, it's really hard to say what the behavior of this war will be like."

Standing in front of the hospital bed, Mason checked the swordsman's body again as a healer. After confirming that she was recovering well, he took out some potions for soothing the spirit and prepared them by the bedside.

While he was busy, he sighed and said:

"The city and the world can be restored through time magic, but those dead... those victims, they have left forever just because I insisted on launching this war in this world that does not belong to me.

The neutron-killed beings will probably curse me as an ambitious and bastard as they fade away.

Alas, I'm looking more and more like a true Stellaris pioneer, more and more like a qualified bloodhound who's sworn to take no one as a price.

But it turns out I'm just a big talker too. "

"Are you confessing?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind Mason, and Ciri, who was holding a cup of hot coffee, appeared in the swordsman's ward amidst the silver light. She leaned against the window and said jokingly:

"Confess to a hell lord? Do you think that after your life is over, you will definitely go to hell, so you asked Liana to reserve a good place for you in hell?"

"If she can arrange it, why not?"

Mason smiled, and reached out to inject the prepared potion into Liana's vial with a syringe. After finishing his work, he turned to look at Ciri behind him.

Lord Hunter's state is much worse than that of the rough-skinned and thick-skinned hell lord.

There was still a bandage on her face, and there were unhealed wounds on her neck and wrists, probably because her previous demon hunter battle suit was damaged and she changed clothes.

And because of Shirley's unique "shut up men" trick, the second button of her collar is open, and from Mason's position, she can see her delicate collarbone, and there are also unhealed bruises there. scars.

Although she tried her best to appear relaxed, the tiredness coming from her eyes couldn't be concealed.

She is different from a swordsman, she has never been a frontal fighter, but she was forced to fight a frontal fight with the continuous army of clearers, which is as dangerous as Master Ye participating in World War II with bare hands.

"What's wrong?"

Mason's silent gaze made Ciri feel a little embarrassed. While brushing her silver hair with her hand, she bowed her head while drinking coffee and said:

"Is there something dirty on me?"

"Your guard suffered heavy damage?"

Mason asked:

"I heard from Morgan and V that only two of the five red cavalry regiments have withdrawn to their bases, and the death ship Najerfa was almost torn in half.

These wild hunting elites were not losses that could be made up for casually. "

"But we won."

Ciri smiled, and said quite freely:

"No matter how precious a power is, it has to be used to reflect its value, and a fierce and powerful army has to be put into the battlefield to become a bargaining chip for victory or defeat.

Although I lost my own guard.

But thinking about the good, this victory will give me more gains, and without the interference of the Warlock, our plan can be carried out more smoothly.

This is a great thing. "

"The more you say that, the more sorry I am, my dear boss."

Mason shook his head.

He walked to the window and pushed it open, letting the dawn wind blow into the ward and looking out at the city. The city in his eyes was so quiet at this moment that it didn't look like Gotham.

"I haven't found a way yet."

He suddenly said:

"About the soul contract between you and Lord Destiny, I asked Hei Qiyi, and he told me that I can weaken the connection between you two but cannot eradicate it.

This curse has been placed on you for seventeen years, it has long been a part of your being. "

"What the hell are you trying to say, Mason?"

Ciri glanced at the young man lying beside the window, she said:

"Speak frankly, don't be like old A who always beat around the bush."

"I mean, the better our plan is, the closer you are to the moment when you're at risk of dying."

Mason turned to look at Ciri and said:

"I'm starting to hesitate, I don't want to hide from you, if the price of victory is the death of you and Liana"

"That's the end we deserve! No one asks you to make more preparations for this matter, because the dead don't care about it anymore."

Ciri suddenly interrupted Mason's description, and Lord Hunter turned his head and said:

"I told you before, we are not afraid of death, but it is worthless to be afraid of death! The death of the warlock has alarmed Mephisto, and I can feel that it is waking up from its deep sleep.

What you should be thinking about now is not the lives of me and Liana, but how to complete a fatal blow before it launches a counterattack! "

She talked about the taboo she couldn't say again, and the tingling from the depths of her soul made her body twitch.

Normally, this would not be a problem, but now she was weak after the war, and the coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground and shattered, causing the scalding liquid to splash everywhere.

But a pair of strong arms supported her, avoiding the embarrassment of falling to the ground.

"Maybe I should give you a break."

While helping Ciri up, Mason joked:

"For example, those things that you want to do in your long life but haven't finished, you should quickly advance during this time, lest you will be full of regret when we really have to face a choice.

I don't think it's polite to let you go away with regrets if you're destined to face separation head-on. "

"Are you serious?"

Ciri froze for a moment.

She looked up at Mason, and the young man could feel the female boss' eyes becoming hot, which made him realize that something was wrong, so he tried to change the subject and said:

"Don't think too much, I'm just joking, I won't let you die, I will do my best?"

All the words that followed were choked back, because the cold lips blocked Mason's assurance.

He realized he had made a terrible mistake.

There are too many imperfections in Shirley's life, perhaps there is such a small one related to him.

He wanted to push his female boss away.

But the flying silver hair hit his nostrils, making him smell the slight gooseberry aroma and a trace of bloody smell.

It was like throwing a burning match into an oil drum, and the supposedly firm hand gently penetrated into the open collar, and stretched along the delicate collarbone to cling to the slightly trembling heart skin.

"cough cough"

A cough suddenly interrupted the distraught two people.

Mason and Ciri in his arms looked back vigilantly like someone who had been discovered in the dark, and saw the dying swordsman sitting up in shock leaning against the hospital bed.

At this moment, he stared at the two of them with piercing eyes, holding some popcorn in his hand.

The blond hell lord widened his eyes and said:

"Go on! Don't worry about me, I can hide my breath, and you just pretend I don't exist. Go on, please, see Ciri's corset and Mason's pants are unbuttoned, stop here How embarrassing?

Hey, little Mason, didn't you see it? He has a lot of capital, no wonder he can fascinate the old nun-like Ciri.

She is ready.

Believe me, go for it! "

"swish"

The two with flushed faces immediately retracted their fingers that they should not have placed, turned around and tidied up the scattered clothes.

Dude, that string almost snapped just now.

"I'm just reminding you"

Swordsman yawned and threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She closed her eyes and said softly:

"Don't cause too much entanglement that shouldn't be, especially you, Mason, if the woman in your arms is destined to die in your hands one day, then everything you are doing now is asking for trouble.

The hotter your heart is, the more painful it is to pull the trigger.

Ciri can fight it out because she only needs to take one bullet and it will be over, but you have to live with the rest of your life of self-blame and remorse.

Alas, you should have shown up sooner.

Before Xili stepped into this fiery pit, you stepped on colorful auspicious clouds from the sky to rescue her from the quagmire, but you broke into her life seventeen years late.

This meant that she was hopeless.

same as me. "