Chapter 505 51 These Stars Will Be Full of Little Fengxians. It's Hard for You to Last for Seventeen Years, Warlock [Additional Update 310]

Chapter 505 51. These stars will really be everywhere. It’s really hard for you to last seventeen years, Warlock [Additional update 310]

"Why is this Yamo Zhuo such a color? It feels weird."

At the top of the cosmic tuning fork in Gotham City, Mason looked at the invincible Amozo who had landed here. He stared at the golden "limited skin" on the latter's body with strange eyes. He turned to look at the master and asked :

"In my memory, Ya Mo Zhuo seems to be silver-grey? Did the one you raised mutate after eating something strange?"

"First of all, Amozo is not my pet, but a prisoner guarded by the Justice League."

Batman, who covered his body with his cape, held a telescope to observe the battlefield. He was very satisfied with the crushing combat power displayed by the golden subalmozo.

In just a few minutes, the latter had broken the neck of the God of War, absorbed the opponent's Thunderbolt, and upgraded his superpowers again. He was now fighting a long-haired, brown-skinned Captain Marvel.

There is already a Captain Marvel logo on its golden chest, which means that Amozo has copied Captain Marvel's superpowers.

This war is about to come to an end. As for the liquidator barbarians, there is no need to worry. Ya Mo Zhuo seems to have used a trick similar to the Doomsday to release invisible biological spores, which will drain the enemy's life force whenever they come into contact with it. To temporarily strengthen himself, this strange Yamo Zhuo is not afraid of group battles at all.

The more people there are, the stronger it is.

The master put down the telescope and explained to Mason:

"Before 'you' didn't appear, Yamo Zhuo had always been one of the biggest enemies of the Zhenglian. After it was made by Luther using alien technology, it forced us into desperate situations several times.

As for this golden mutation, it was the change after it returned from being sent to Apokolips during the last Darkseid invasion.

No one knows what happened to Yamo Zhuo, but it seems to have evolved to the next stage of mechanical life. It already possesses all the superpowers on this earth and even Apokolips, and now it is absorbing superpowers from other worlds. ability.

This will make it even more powerful until it becomes unstoppable. "

"Then here's the problem."

Mason pushed the frame on the bridge of his nose and asked in surprise:

"Such a powerful Amazo can already destroy the Justice League, right? How did you imprison it? Do you still have a secret weapon against Amazo?"

"Not this one. We contained it without even a fight."

The old man shook his head and said:

“‘Imprisonment’ is just my way of saying it.

In fact, Yamo Zhuo has actively shut down since Apokolips returned to Earth. Even during the current battle, it still has not activated its main control program.

This is just combat programming in effect.

It is closed to itself and does not talk to the outside world.

No one knows what happened to Yamo Zhuo, but it is very dangerous. Once it gets out of control, the consequences are unimaginable. I would not release it unless the situation was urgent. "

"Did Darkseid do anything to it?"

Mason said something guessing, but the next second, he saw two crimson omega rays bursting out from Ya Mo Zhuo's mechanical eyes, turning a strange route in the air and accurately hitting the person behind him. The Minotaur, the conqueror who sneaked up on him.

The latter turned into fly ash and dissipated without saying a word, leaving only a magma ax spinning and hitting the ground.

"Well, being able to use omega rays proves that it has also copied Darkseid's power. Uncle Da probably didn't do anything to it. After the war, maybe we can ask Bartmos to help us take a look.

They are experts in treating robots. "

Mason said something and then looked back at the cosmic tuning fork at his feet.

He knelt down and placed his hands on the golden building like a leaning tower at his feet. This thing was the shell of a cosmic tuning fork, with a very sophisticated special structure inside that went beyond ordinary engineering concepts.

Even the almost infinite super computing power of the Moubis chair cannot analyze the operation of this thing. It is almost like an incomprehensible technological black box.

But fortunately, the super-double character card still did not disappoint Mason. Although a snowflake-like phantom similar to interference also appeared, it still presented the information label of this thing in front of Mason:

Cosmic Tuning Fork·Multiverse Matter Balance and Communication Device

Quality: Engineering cosmic artifact·Immortal craftsmanship

Utility: Entering the correct command causes the cosmic tuning fork to emit special vibrations, thus performing communication, blockade, resonance, destruction, teleportation, etc. on a single or multiple planes.

When you have enough positive matter energy, you can communicate with the goddess of creation and the descendants of the gods through the cosmic tuning fork.

hint!

Because the user's current universe is in a special state, this function is temporarily unavailable.

Manufacturer: Monitor Manov, Anti-Monitor Mobius, World Forger Alpheus

Item description: As you can see, this awesome thing is just a microphone used by the "gods" to speak to the multiverse. In fact, when you see more, you will understand that the so-called "cosmic artifact" is just that. So, taking the Ultimate Eraser as an example, that thing is actually a lighter.

I mean, when you truly become a god, even your used underwear will become a cosmic artifact. Speaking of which, I just changed into a pair of underwear, do you need them?

"Fuck, don't be so familiar with each other, okay? Our relationship isn't that good yet."

Today's item description made Mason silent.

He admitted that this bastard's explanation of the cosmic artifact was very reasonable, but who the hell wants your used underwear! Get out of here, you very powerful super pervert!

Mason pulled his fingers away in disgust, and under the surprised gaze of the master, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his palms, as if he had touched something dirty.

At this moment, a bang sounded from the front. Mason and the master looked up and saw a familiar stream of magic light rushing from the ground to the sky and quickly spreading to include an area.

"Mirror dimension. The warlock is here! This battle should be over."

Mason breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that it must be the swordsman and the hunter who were blocking the warlock. The confrontation between the three big guys forced the warlock to open the mirror dimension to avoid accidentally hurting his fellow cleaners and conquerors.

The captain threw a beacon to the master behind him and said to him:

"Use it to guide the space-time transmission of the cosmic treadmill, Bruce! Little Flash will send reinforcements back soon. There is Amojo here, so don't worry, but there is no other place.

You know what to do."

"What about you?"

The master put away the beacon and asked. Mason flipped over and jumped off the towering cosmic tuning fork, shouting to Batman in the air:

"This is a big event of the Star Club. Of course I have to participate. Don't come! This has nothing to do with you."

"Ugh!"

Amid the joyful shouts, the burning Harley motorcycle whizzed over and accurately caught the falling Mason in the air. Harley, who was riding in a fancy way, gave a passionate kiss. Behind the burning motorcycle, all members of Team K were rushing towards the place where the war started.

Including Selina, Damian, Two Barrels and Barbara.

The most important people in the lives of these masters are also members of the K team. As Mason said, they can't miss this big day when the stars will change.

What's more, there are five exhausted A-level teams fighting against the warlock's guards. They must participate in this major event. There are not many opportunities to beat the drowning dog.

"Bruce"

A hoarse call came from behind.

The master turned around suddenly and saw that the old man was shooting a flying claw gun and jumping on the cosmic tuning fork, and there was also a clown dragon in the air who was subdued and carrying Aunt Martha obediently from the sky.

The always indifferent master felt nervous, uneasy and uneasy at this moment.

But he knew that he had to finish this conversation with the two closest strangers in front of him.

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"Beep, beep, beep"

Mason had just smashed the head of the witch Agatha who was stabbed twice by Er Tong with the Black Death Sword Ragnarok Gun, and the flip phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his phone and looked at the number and frowned immediately.

While taking a step back, V, who had changed into a new body, immediately stepped forward with a knife to fill the position, and stood in a stalemate with the dark king who tried to sneak attack Mason.

In the chaotic and endless internal fighting of the Star Society, Mason answered the phone in the background of Harley gritting her teeth and grabbing the X metal warhammer to smash the head of the white-robed Saruman.

"Hello? Who is this?"

He grabbed the pistol and kept shooting to create opportunities for his companions, and asked in a gentle tone:

"I don't remember that I saved this number, so let me guess, you tortured my contact information from some guys? I remind you, stranger.

Be nice to my friends, otherwise I will be very angry."

Facing Mason's threat, the caller laughed hoarsely, and he said:

"It's a bit too impolite for the person who just killed me once before to say this?"

"Huh?"

This familiar voice made Mason raise his eyebrows, and he said:

"Devouring? Brother A? You are not dead, I know that the enhanced version of Black The perfect host of the light virus is not so easy to die. Tell me, what are you calling for? "

"Two things!"

The A-level member of the Star Club "devoured" Alex Mercer. The guy Mason called Brother A was not vague and said directly on the phone:

"First, return my bones to me! The bones contain the biological information of all the lives in my destroyed world. It is a mobile biological sample library. You'd better not destroy it, otherwise we don't have to talk. "

"That thing is in my hand. Since the situation is urgent now, I won't ask the reason. What about the second thing?"

Mason asked again, and this time Brother A's voice hesitated a little.

He said:

"Do you have the agent of Red of All Living Things?"

"You mean Leopard?"

Mason said doubtfully:

"She should be here, and she should not be dead yet, but she is definitely being tortured. What do you want?"

"Leave her here, and we will find a time to talk later."

Brother A did not answer the reason, but changed the subject and said:

"I devoured Amanda Waller, and now I have the control of the last secret Cadmus plan of the Sky Eye. I don't know if you know the inside story of this matter."

"I have seen clues in the master's database. It is said that the authorities secretly collected the genetic samples of all superheroes and cloned some very strange life forms to curb the development of superheroes."

Mason said:

"Any world with superheroes has similar plans. I don't even need to know the whole content. Just tell me what you want to do?"

"Okay! Then listen carefully."

Alex said in a deep voice:

"The Warlock asked me to release these cloned heroes to support the Cleaners and Conquerors, but I plan to dig a trap for them and trick them into the location of the Cadmus Project to kill them.

I will also fight here to the end and become your ally.

In addition, Lex Luthor's Legion of Doom was tricked by me and they are now under my control. The Deathstroke Legion you sent to hunt them down is also trapped in the Cadmus base.

I will make them fight for me obediently and I will help you with all my strength.

The condition is that you have to promise me the two things I said before."

"Bang"

Mason took the time to fire forward and shot a spellcaster who opened the portal and tried to escape from behind. In the blood splattering, he responded:

"First of all, I don't need your help in this situation, Brother A. We have passed the most dangerous period, and my most powerful companions are rushing to this plane to clean up the mess.

Secondly, are you sure you have completely controlled the Legion of Doom?

Do you think I am not in it? Do you want to plant spies in the middle?

Luther's team has always had my people in it since they escaped, otherwise young Luther would not have tracked them so quickly, so theoretically I don't need your surrender and help.

But considering that you helped me kill the annoying Amanda Waller, this matter is not impossible to discuss. "

The captain of the K Corps paused and said to the other end of the phone:

"I won't promise you anything, I won't give you any guarantees, Alex Mercer, I ask you to join our camp now and kill at least 100 conquerors before the end of the war.

After you achieve this goal, when everything is over, I will give you a chance to confess all the secrets to me, and you'd better prepare a manuscript in advance to deal with the questioning.

You know what kind of person I am, so you should know how to gain my trust.

So, deal? "

"Well, deal. "

Brother A did not refute this ridiculously stingy and harsh terms. He knew that he had no bargaining power with Mason now.

After hanging up, Brother A threw away the bloody phone in his hand and snapped his fingers. The black "biological locks" jumped out of the bound people behind him. Those little things twisted their bodies like floating tadpoles and returned to Brother A's hands.

He turned his head to look at the young version of Luther and the other members of the Deathstroke Legion who had escaped from the trap behind him, and said:

"I will give you ten minutes to deal with the grudges, and then I will lure the Conqueror here. Time is tight and the task is heavy. Don't hold me back!"

After that, Brother A pulled up his hood, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

The young version of Luther moved his neck. It felt very bad to be controlled by the strange virus biological lock just now, but now that the other party is already a companion, Luther has nothing to fear.

He took a loaded pistol from the Deathstroke next to him, and walked to the other side of the hall of the secret base accompanied by the Shark King under the gaze of the two Deathstrokes and Deadshot blowing smoke rings.

There, the middle-aged version of Leibald, who was controlled by the biological lock, was staring at the younger him with a disgusted and resistant look.

Beside Lex Luthor, the gorilla Grodd who was also under control shouted:

"Hey, we're on the same side, don't shoot!"

The cunning gorilla roared:

"I'm Mason's undercover! I'm the one who keeps passing on the location information to you."

"I know it's you, you'll be fine, Mason has always been generous to those who have lost their way and returned to the right path."

The young version of Lex Luthor waved his hand, signaling the gorilla to be quiet, then he looked at the middle-aged version of himself in front of him, and after five seconds of silent staring, he said:

"You're not that great, the other me, I I admit that your initial series of arrangements were indeed amazing, but then it took a sharp turn for the worse."

"If that fool Warlock had given me the command of this invasion!"

The middle-aged version of Lai Bald roared with bulging veins:

"How could it all come to this?

I didn't lose to you, I lost to shameful and arrogant teammates who kept saying that they had a great goal but were too ambitious and unwilling to delegate any power!

If I had a teammate like Mason Cooper."

This made the two Deathstrokes who were smoking cigars next to them laugh.

This old Lai Bald is really wishful thinking. What would he do if Mason was on his side? With Mason's personality, he doesn't need everyone to take action. He can just create a few dangerous situations in your camp and you will be in trouble.

This Lai Bald really has no self-awareness.

The young Leibald also laughed. He raised his pistol and aimed at his other self, saying:

"However, you don't have such an ally. That's your problem! You knew it was a broken ship but you still jumped on it. You are smart, but your vision is poor.

But it's not your fault. I admit that I couldn't beat you. It's just that I was lucky."

"Bang"

The sharp sound of gunfire passed through the hall.

Then a black biological tadpole jumped out and floated into the air and disappeared into the darkness. The young Leibald threw away his pistol, patted the dumbfounded old Leibald on the shoulder, and said:

"Don't you want a teammate like Mason? Now you have one. Welcome to the Deathstroke Corps, another me. I urgently need a deputy to help me.

But you are already dead in this world!

Do you understand what I mean?"