Chapter 724 22. It’s really great to return to the spirit of craftsmanship from a counterfeit dealer
Mason sat on the Mobius chair and teleported out of the burned underground. At this time, the sun was just right, and the time pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon. The entire Hope City had been put under martial law by the conquerors of the sixth sequence. Due to the cooperation of the garrison, The whole process went very smoothly, and no dangerous confrontation broke out after the first round of confrontation.
The windbreaker landed in front of Mason at supersonic speed, a classic superhero landing and smashing the rocks on the ground.
He stood up and nodded to Mason and said:
"The envoys you left behind have begun to be sent back to their respective garden worlds, using the sixth and second sequence world teleporters.
But some of them still want to see you again. ”
"This means that everything is fine, but I guess I don't have time to talk about the future with them anymore. Whether it's imagining the ruling model of the next era or simply exploring the situation, there will be someone to talk to them about those things slowly. Pull.”
Mason sat in the mechanical chair and turned his head to glance at the countdown suspended above the armrest. In about four days, the out-of-control rift leading to the Doujie will open. Before then, he must be ready for everything.
The captain already had a premonition that he would end it all there, whether it was good or ugly, whether it was perfect or regretful.
"How is old Luther?"
He raised his head and glanced at Fengyao Chao, and asked:
"Is Ronan giving him a hard time?"
"No, the Kree behaved very appropriately. There will be no problem if Becca and Kirk stay with Luther."
Windbreaker Chao also relaxed now.
He hung next to Mason's mechanical chair and looked at the municipal robots that were cleaning up the debris on the ground. These guys had all been controlled and taken over by Brainiac Jr. as part of maintaining order in the city.
After a few seconds of silence, Superman, who had never said his name but only his codename, suddenly said to Mason:
"Thank you."
"Huh?"
The captain looked at him in surprise and said:
"Why do you say this suddenly? I don't think you are the kind of guy who would just thank other people casually. The warrior part of you doesn't allow you to be so gentle."
"I'm just telling the truth."
Feng Yichao shook his head, brushed his hair, and whispered:
"Although it seems simple, I know that without your participation, this matter will not go so smoothly. Just dealing with the Iron Tyrant and dealing with the threat of Ronan is enough for us to struggle.
Most of the reason why the Sixth Sequence is so easy to talk to today is because you suddenly appeared and stood on our side. I used to not believe in such illusory things as the charisma of a leader.
But I believe it now.
The temperament you have cannot be called the charisma of a leader, but it has indeed transformed into a real deterrent in this era.
Ronan, his army, and the forces behind him are all afraid of you.
They are afraid that you will interfere with their plans, or even that you will regard them as an enemy. It is obvious that the things you have done before have frightened them.
But it’s surprising that you can let go of a Conqueror sequence so easily.
Although I have never been in contact with you, I know what happened in the past, and I know that you are not such a weak person. ”
"Because Ronan is not just Ronan, that guy is just the spokesperson who was pushed out."
Mason sighed, sat in the mechanical chair and explained to Windbreaker Chao:
"The twelve conqueror sequences plus the special formation of the Dark Knights form the backbone of the council's military force. The commander of the first sequence is my sister, and she was killed by me personally.
The commander of the third sequence is my girlfriend's elder. In order to save me and her, he broke up with his old friend of many years and chose to commit suicide in the most painful way.
The commanders and structures of the fourth, seventh and eleventh lower orders were all destroyed by me and my friends in the world war.
Queen Gollum of the eighth sequence is my sister’s best friend and can be considered my companion and subordinate.
Dr. Halsey, who is in the tenth sequence, can barely be considered a fellow-minded person.
You see, I actually have contact with most of the conquerors, and I also know some inside information from them. Ronan, the commander of the sixth sequence, is the most keen on forming small groups among all the commanders.
He had previously betrayed some low-level directors of the council by forming gangs. This guy had a bad record in this regard, but he had indeed recruited a secret group for himself.
When Nick Fury, the leader of the Arbitration Tribunal, was forced to death by me, Lord Doom disappeared, and Tony Zero was executed by me, as long as he wanted to, he could stand up and rebuild the Council's system.
But he didn't do that.
It's not that he doesn't want to, Superman, the forces behind him and around him don't dare to mess around anymore. Is this a tacit understanding?
They surrendered to me through Ronan's statement, and used this humble gesture to express that they would no longer interfere with the New Utopia plan and would even provide full assistance.
I can't kill them all, right?
Although I had such a plan, if I really did it, many people would die
It is not a wise choice to start a war because of some personal thoughts and actions at a moment when hope has been seen and the next era can be touched. ”
"So you want to let them go?"
Windbreaker snorted and said:
"Those guys are all guilty by your standards. They were killed ten times without being wronged. In the end, you still gave in, which made your image in my eyes a lot worse."
"I'm not giving in, I'm just changing my approach."
Mason shook his head, rubbed his eyebrows and said:
"There are also many people in my camp who are very good at using destructive tricks to suppress and weaken opponents. They are good at this and in fact, apart from survival, we don't have many common interests.
Once they have passed the impact of existential threats and entered a beautiful next era, they will inevitably fall apart for one reason or another and eventually go their separate ways or even become enemies of each other.
Without even thinking, I can come up with at least six guesses for that scenario.
Although I don’t care about the power distribution in the post-disaster era and have no interest in joining it, we are all brothers who have carried guns in the trenches, and we have all risked our lives to help each other in the battle of integration. It’s actually quite cool to be separated like this. What a pity.
You see, this involves another problem. Superman, let me ask you, how can two people who have their own agendas and plan to break up and divide their luggage maintain unity as much as possible? ”
"Use ideals? Set rules?"
Feng Yichao frowned and thought for a moment, then said:
"It seems unlikely. After all, morality can only restrain individuals, while power can turn wise men into bellicose fools."
"Ideals can't do this kind of thing. After all, everyone has to eat and drink. We can't live by ideals alone. And the rules will always be broken one day, especially in an era when a whole new universe is waiting to be developed."< br>
Mason controlled the mechanical chair to levitate and said to Windbreaker Chao beside him:
"But there is something that can make one's own people temporarily put aside their grudges against enemies!
I don't expect how long this method can maintain peace. At least we can build a reasonable framework for getting along in the next era before we all break up.
And Ronan and his friends can just draw a bottom line for my friends to maintain unity after I leave.
Without enemies, even the most stable alliance will collapse.
But until the common opponent is solved, the swords of the samurai will not be aimed at each other. Ah, thinking about these damn problems gives me a headache, but I can't really throw it aside and let the world develop for the worst. . ”
"Sounds bad."
Windbreaker shrugged and said:
"Old Luther must be interested in this."
"So you think I just said those words to you?"
Mason rolled his eyes, knocked on the armrest of the mechanical chair, and said:
"How about you have a clearer self-understanding of your upper limit of IQ? Tell your adoptive father what I just said, he will understand what I mean.
Speaking of which, why do you have a bad relationship with old Luther?
You don't hate him, right? ”
"It's nothing."
Windbreaker sighed and said:
"The old guy always told me when he raised me that my strength and potential would become the hope of uniting a world, and he regarded me as the future of human evolution.
However, one day after I had formed this understanding, he told me that he had actually deciphered the message on my baby spaceship.
I was not born from the blood of heroes. My father was the tyrant of Krypton. His willful actions directly led to the destruction of Krypton. He destroyed his own people with his own hands.
I am the descendant of a war madman who destroyed his world, and I have undoubtedly inherited that brutal gene.
Luther gave me a lofty ideal and then shattered it with his own hands.
Although it later turned out that it was just a way for the old Luthor to prevent me from being brainwashed into a tool by President Amanda Waller with the rhetoric of heroes and guardians.
But you know what?
That feeling
The feeling of being cheated on by the man you considered your father. ”
"I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm an adopted son like you, and my father who was a gangster obviously didn't have the leisure and leisure of old Luther to instill in me such exaggerated and illusory things as ideals and goals.
His favorite thing is to play boxing games with me, the kind where I'm a punching bag.
I was beaten to the hospital three times by my adoptive father before I was ten years old. I guess this is not a big record in other places, but in the city where I grew up, I was already considered a relatively 'happy' child. .
After all, my adoptive father left me an "iron job" as a low-level gangster, even though I was opened by a bastard with a wine bottle on my second day on the job.
Before my last birthday, there was no such luxury or exquisite thing as ideal in my life.
So I'm sorry, I can't understand the 'pain' you, a child in your thirties, feel because your old father ruined your ideals, and you have to be separated from him from now on. ”
Mason curled his lips and replied, making Windbreaker's eyes widen. After being embarrassed for a long time, he whispered in Mason's faint gaze:
"Sorry, sorry, it looks like you're having a much worse time than I am."
"Do you think you should apologize to me?"
Mason asked again, Windbreaker snorted, bent down in the air and accelerated and disappeared in front of the captain. If he stayed here, he would probably be embarrassed to build a Babylon Hanging Garden in the air with his toes.
"Hey, the spoiled and doted Kryptonian brat."
The commander-in-chief watched Windbreaker Chao disappear from the end of his field of vision and complained harshly.
He was going to the Mothership of the Sixth Sequence to meet with the Supreme Intelligence, talk about some innocuous topics, and reiterate his promise that Ronan's small group would not have to worry about being retaliated by him, lest they suffer from persecution paranoia. A dog jumps over the wall in a hurry.
On the way to the Dark Star, the communication of the Mobius Chair was connected, and Bartmos' puzzled voice sounded from it. The God of Data said in a suspicious tone:
"Why did you give me a strange artificial intelligence? Also, what strange things did you do to the Skynet chief program? Why did this guy cry when he came to report to me?
He also kept saying that he was a sinner. ”
"Well, that may be because it is pretending. The Skynet we met is a complete drama queen, but it may also be that I used too much force. I used the Heart of the Star Emperor to help it complete the biological empathy program and let it I realized how bad the things I had done in the past were in terms of life.”
Mason explained and said:
"But now it is your prisoner. Remember to lock it up before the era changes. Don't let it out until it is confirmed that there is no danger.
How is Uncle Tun doing?
Are you still scolding me? ”
"The scolding was so unpleasant. I never knew that the gods of the universe could be so dirty when it comes to cursing people. It really has no dignity at all."
Bartmos complained fiercely and said:
"As of today, we have destroyed nearly forty Cleaner Hive Worlds. The group of ghost pirates under your command are surprisingly enthusiastic about this matter. They not only guide the Star Emperor to the next target, they almost never sleep.
It seems you have a bunch of lunatics under your command.
The good news is that with the current progress, we will probably be able to clear out all the hives before the Sixth Impact occurs.
The bad news is that according to the results returned by Unicron's star sea probe, the tremors in the depths of the universe are accelerating. The fifth impact will be in five days, and the sixth impact will be ushered in at most a week.
I personally have a guess that if the situation continues to get worse, there will be no seventh impact. When the sixth impact occurs, it will directly trigger the collapse of the entire cosmic system.
Whether the cosmic egg can be formed depends on the next period of time.
In other words, we will reach the point between the old era and the new era in at most half a month. Whether we can survive until the next era and become a legend depends on this last tremor. ”
"Well, I already know."
Mason breathed a sigh of relief. He saw another communication signal flashing and said to Buttermos:
"Uncle Tun, please be prepared. He may be needed to solve a problem in a few days."
"Aren't you afraid that He will kill you the moment he escapes?"
Bartmos was shocked for a moment, and Mason curled his lips and said:
"That's just a backup plan. It's a last resort. It's just right if you don't need Uncle Tun. Okay, I won't tell you anymore. There is still a communication here."
He reached out and switched the communication frequency band. Engineer Mason's big face stained with engine oil was projected in the next moment. He was standing in the cabin of the Iron Emperor's mechanical ship, with various instruments behind him. Other Masons Just like a big move, he was directing various types of Mark armors to walk around.
"Hey, Mason, we got a room for you."
The engineer waved a big wrench and said:
"This super cool spaceship will belong to us from now on. After everyone voted, we unanimously agreed to call it 'Family'. It has exactly sixteen decks, and each person has six floors left as a public test area.
Do you need us to clean it up for you?
I guess you won't have much time to decorate it yourself. Why don't you ask Harley and Quinn to come over and help you make some ideas? ”
"How long has this been, are you still in the mood to decorate your house?"
Mason rolled his eyes and said:
"In less than five days, I will go to the fighting world for the final battle. Then you will come with me. I estimate that this time it will be a group battle, so you should prepare everything you can.
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If we can get through it smoothly, after we finish the last journey, I will take you to another place to open your eyes.
Haven't you always wanted to know which bastard sent us here?
The answer will come soon. ”
"Oh, this feeling is so good!"
The engineer laughed loudly and said:
"No problem, it's all on us, five days, right? Just wait and see, let's see how the brothers come up with an arsenal for the Doomsday War for you.
Oh, by the way, the upgraded version of the Supreme Arsenal is ready. Come and pick it up when you have time.
There are all genuine cosmic artifacts inside.
We finally don’t have to be dealers in fake goods anymore. "(End of Chapter)