Chapter 511 57. Hey, it doesn’t seem right for you to be like this, right? 【Additional update 910】
"Sweetheart, did you just call him 'Kongsu'?"
Watching Moon Knight disappear into the world gate of the Rock of Eternity, Harley blew a bubble and ran up to hold Mason's arm. She whispered:
"In other words, the person you were talking to just now was the god behind Moon Knight?"
"Not entirely. At least when he was communicating with you about his schizophrenia, Moon Knight's sub-personality should be in charge."
Mason explains:
"But when it comes to conversations involving the gods' purpose and my purpose, Moon Knight's personality cannot dominate this issue. Kongsu used a very wonderful method to complete the meeting.
I guess the unlucky guy was kicked out by his friends to talk to me again. After all, it is a terrible risk for a god's consciousness to descend into the messenger's body and talk to a person with a black death sword. ”
"Wow, that sounds cool."
Harley snorted, poked her delicate face and said:
"This old Kongsu seems to be very fond of patients with schizophrenia. The little sweetheart asked me if I should pay homage to the statue of the moon god. Maybe he can also give me and Quinn power
oops! ”
Before she could finish her words, Mason pinched her face and squeezed her hard several times. The captain scolded Harley:
"Don't have such crazy ideas. Kongsu is a god. Simple good and evil cannot be the standard for his actions. Those guys are different from mortals.
The world in their eyes is not as black and white as yours.
Besides, you are protected by me now. Which god dares to get close to you?
Okay, it's time to go. ”
Mason loosened his fingers and turned to look at the Queen of Skrull not far behind him amid Harley's angry "little fist punch on your back" coquettishness. He said:
"Then, according to our previous agreement, the Skrulls can temporarily live in Osborne Tower, but your behavior will be monitored. Don't cause any more trouble in this current environment."
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"Thank you for your kindness, my lord."
If there was only fear and the humiliation of being forced to obey Mason before, then at this time, Queen Viklan, who was holding the Super Skrull spiritual beacon, only had gratitude and awe in her heart.
Judging by the standards of a servant, Mason Cooper is obviously much more merciful than Brainiac.
He did not see the Skrulls as expendable tools, but as one of the many 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, handed back the shining beacon. Mason.
She whispered:
"My lord, it is not that the Skrulls are born servile, but our talents determine that we must be attached to a strong leader. The conqueror has never stopped hunting us. It used to be Brainiac's shelter, but now we will be forced to Facing this era alone will become increasingly cruel.
I still had doubts.
But after experiencing this war firsthand and sharing in the glory of your victory, I am convinced that now is not the best time to return freedom to my people.
Your ideals are terrible.
But once it is truly realized, a future where the worlds are no longer connected at will is a future where the Skrulls can live safely in a corner.
We are willing to continue to contribute to your cause, and I also believe that our dedication will be matched by returns. ”
Speaking of this, the Queen said with some embarrassment:
"And to be honest, I don't think I can fully control my people. Repeated failures have weakened my authority.
While most Skrulls are forced to live a life of cunning and viciousness, there are some among us who are born villains who fear chaos.
Therefore, I would like to leave this spiritual beacon with you first.
I believe that even the most ambitious Skrull will bow their heads before you after witnessing your glorious victory. The strong have the power, the wise control the power.
You are strong and wise, and we must obey your will. ”
"Well, you have already said this. If I refuse again, I will be suspected of passing 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 I need you to mobilize."
"As you command, my lord."
The Queen took a few steps back and watched Mason and Harley disappear into the curtain of 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. way.
For example
"Shazam!"
In a low voice, the power of the Six Gods turned into thunder and descended, allowing her to transform into Black Adam's simulated form again, and then left the sealed magical place easily.
The power of the Six Gods did not flow so vividly to Queen Vikram originally.
After all, what is fake is fake. It is difficult for the Skrulls' super disguise to deceive the gods who gave them power. However, probably for Mason's sake, the Six Gods of Egypt did not "criticize" the thief too much.
Just pretend you didn't see it.
"Vikram is so cunning!"
When leaving the Rock of Eternity and returning to the sky of the material world, Harley, riding a burning speedster, complained to Mason:
"She obviously wants to find a backer for herself, so that she can continue to be as fake and powerful as she was when she served Brainiac, and she has to make up so many big truths.
I don't believe that a ruler who can carry out secret invasions in other worlds would suddenly care so much about his own people. ”
"If you see it, don't tell it, little cutie."
Mason in the car leaned on the seat with his eyes closed, relaxing his body and saying:
"No matter how hard things get, take me back to Gotham. Huh? Where are you going? Why is there something wrong with this road?"
"You have three hours today that are mine!"
Harley pouted and complained softly:
"You will definitely have to meet Xili soon. I heard from Panan and the big-mouthed V that the hunter covered his coffin for your victory.
Who knew you would wipe it out"
"What are you whispering about?"
"Ah, it's nothing! Let's go shopping, sweetheart, just think of it as a celebration of victory! Today we want to buy a black skirt and red rope."
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Three hours later, Mason returned to Gotham.
He walked into the Leslie Clinic in a city that had been mysteriously 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 working here for the time being. Everyone has gone to avoid the disaster and hasn't come back yet.
Some of the wounded in the previous battle were transferred here by the master. As the final settlement worldwide has not yet been completed, most of the combat forces that can still move have been dispersed. This is a rare thing for this city that is never peaceful. It got quiet.
It was like a crazy woman showed a quiet attitude that she had never seen before, giving Gotham a sense of peace in the morning light today.
Mason stood in front of the window, shaking his fingers and lighting a cigarette.
For unknown reasons, Harley was extremely excited today, which made him feel like he was fighting a hungry beast just now. Fortunately, Quinn could only exist in Harley's heart as a sub-personality.
If two come together
"Should I do something like an alchemist?"
As the smoke rose, Mason played with the deluminator in his hand and glanced at the rope marks on his arm and complained:
"For example, developing a drug that can calm Harley down, or developing a secret formula that can give me the yang energy of a hundred men at once. I always feel like my little cutie has a strange sense of crisis.
This is not a good thing for her condition. ”
He sighed and put out his third-smoked cigarette in the trash can. Then the water dissipated and the smoke reappeared in an observation room of the clinic.
The swordsman in front of me 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 in fact, this guy is probably the healthiest patient in this clinic right now.
Due to the super strong physique of the Hell Lord and the enhanced strength of Lord Destiny, the swordsman's injuries are healing quickly. The reason why he is still unconscious now is simply because he was too crazy when he was cutting people, and he was attacked by the warlock again. The spirit needs to sleep.
"Thanks to you this time. Without your obstruction at this critical moment, it's hard to say how this war would have developed."
Mason stood in front of the hospital bed and checked the swordsman's body again as a healer. After confirming that she was recovering well, he took out some potions to soothe her spirit and mixed them at 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 are gone forever just because I insisted on starting this war in this world that does not belong to me.
Those beings killed by neutrons will probably curse me as a careerist and a bastard when they die.
Alas, I am becoming more and more like a true pioneer of the Society of the Stars, and more and more like a qualified hunting dog who has vowed not to sacrifice anyone.
But it turns out I'm just a brat. ”
"Are you repenting?"
A familiar voice sounded from behind Mason. Ciri, holding a cup of hot coffee, appeared in the swordsman's ward in the flash of silver light. She leaned against the window and said in a joking tone:
"Confess to a hell lord? Do you think you will go to hell after your life is over, so do you ask Liana to book a good place in hell for you in advance?"
"If she can really arrange it, why not?"
Mason smiled, reached out and injected the prepared potion with a syringe into Liana's hanging bottle. After finishing his work, he turned around and looked at Ciri behind him.
The hunter's condition is much worse than that of the thick-skinned Hell Lord.
There was a bandage on her face, and there were unhealed wounds on her neck and wrists. She probably changed her clothes because the previous demon hunter suit was damaged.
And because of Shirley's unique little trick of "making men shut up", the second button of her collar is open. From Mason's position, you can see her delicate collarbone, and there are also unhealed collarbones there. scars.
Although she tried her best to appear relaxed, the fatigue coming from her eyes could not be concealed.
She was different from the swordsman. She had never been a front-on combat player, but she was forced to fight head-on with an endless stream of liquidators. It was as dangerous as Master Ye's participation in World War II with his bare hands.
"What's wrong?"
Mason's silent gaze made Shirley feel a little embarrassed. She reached out to brush her silver hair, lowered her head as if drinking coffee and said:
"Is there anything dirty on me?"
"Your guards suffered heavy damage?"
Mason asked:
"I heard from Morgan and V that only two of the five red cavalry regiments were left and retreated to their base, and the death boat Najirfa was almost split in half.
These Wild Hunt elites are not losses that can be replenished casually. ”
"But we won."
Xili smiled and said quite freely:
"No matter how precious the power is, it must be truly used to reflect its value, and the fierce and powerful legion must be thrown into the battlefield to become a bargaining chip that determines victory or defeat.
Although I lost my own guard.
But thinking on the bright side, this victory will allow me to gain more. Without the interference of the warlock, our plan can proceed more smoothly.
This is a great good thing. ”
"The more you say that, the more sorry I feel, 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 at the city outside the window. The city in his eyes was so quiet at this moment that it almost didn't look like Gotham.
"I haven't found a way yet."
He suddenly said:
"I asked Black Strange about the soul contract between you and Lord Destiny, 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 become a part of your existence. ”
"What on earth are you trying to say? Mason."
Shirley glanced at the young man lying next to the window and said:
"Speak directly when you have something to say, don't be like old A and always beat around the bush."
"What I mean is, the smoother our plan goes, the closer you are to the moment of risk of death."
Mason turned to look at Shirley and said:
"I started to hesitate, I don't want to hide it from you, if the price of victory is the death of you and Liana"
"That's the fate we deserve! No one asked you to make more preparations on this matter, because those who are going to die don't care about it anymore."
Shirley suddenly interrupted Mason's description, and the hunter turned around and said:
"I told you before, we are not afraid of death, we are just afraid that death is worthless! 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 talk about again, and the stinging pain deep in her soul made her body twitch.
This wouldn't be a problem in normal times, but now she was already weak after the war. The coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces, causing the hot liquid to splash everywhere.
But a pair of strong arms supported her, preventing her from falling to the ground.
"Maybe I should give you a holiday."
Mason helped Ciri up and joked:
"For example, for those things that you want to do but haven't finished in your long life, hurry up during this period to avoid you being full of regrets when we really have to face a choice.
If you are destined to face separation, I don't think it is polite to let you leave with regrets. ”
"Are you serious?"
Shirley was suddenly stunned.
She looked up at Mason. The young man could feel the eyes of his female boss 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 was just joking, I won't let you die, I will try my best?"
All the next words were choked back in his throat, because the cold lips blocked Mason's assurance.
He realized he had made a terrible mistake.
There were too many imperfections in Xili's life, and maybe one of them was related to him.
He wanted to push away his female boss.
But the flying silver hair hit his nostrils, allowing him to smell the faint aroma of gooseberries and a trace of residual blood smell.
Just like throwing a burning match into an oil drum, the hand that should have been firm gently penetrated the open collar, following the delicate collarbone and pressing against the slightly trembling skin of the heart.
"Ahem"
A cough suddenly interrupted the two people who were in a state of confusion.
Mason and Ciri in his arms were like people caught stealing the sun. They turned around at the same time and saw the swordsman sitting up in shock from a dying illness, leaning on the bed.
At this moment, he was looking at the two of them with bright eyes, and he was holding popcorn from nowhere in his hands.
The blond hell lord widened his eyes and said:
"Go on! Don't pay attention to me. I can hide my breath. Just pretend I don't exist. Go on, please. You two, you see, Shirley's bra and Mason's pants have been unbuttoned. Stop here. How embarrassing?
Oh, little Mason, didn't you see? He has a lot of money, no wonder he can be obsessed with Ciri, who is like an old nun.
She was ready.
Believe me, go ahead! ”
"唰"
The two people with red faces immediately retracted their fingers that were placed where they shouldn't be, turned around and tidied up the scattered clothes.
Good guy, that string almost broke just now.
"I'm just reminding you"
The swordsman yawned and threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She closed her eyes and said softly:
"Don't get into too many entanglements that you shouldn't have, especially you, Mason. If the woman in your arms is destined to die in your hands one day, then everything you do now is asking for trouble.
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The hotter your heart is, the more painful it will be to pull the trigger.
Ciri can risk her life because she only needs to take one bullet to kill her, but you have to live with self-blame and repentance for the rest of your life.
Alas, you should have shown up sooner.
Before Xili stepped into this pit of fire, colorful auspicious clouds descended from the sky and rescued her from the quagmire, but you broke into her life seventeen years too late.
This meant that she was hopeless.
Same as me. "(End of Chapter)