Chapter 511 57 Hey, This Doesn't Seem Right, Does It? [Additional Update 910]

Chapter 511 57. Hey, this doesn’t seem right, does it? 【Added Update 910】

"Sweetheart, did you just call him 'Kongsu'?"

Watching Moonlight Knight disappear into the World Gate of Eternal Rock, Harley blew a bubble and ran up to hold Mason's arm. She whispered:

"In other words, the god behind Moonlight Knight was the one you were talking to just now?"

"Not entirely. At least when he was talking to you about schizophrenia, it was Moonlight Knight's secondary personality that was in control."

Mason explained:

"But when it comes to the conversation between the gods' purpose and my purpose, Moonlight Knight's personality cannot be in control of such topics. Kongsu used a very wonderful method to complete the meeting.

I guess that unlucky guy 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 the body of a messenger and talk to someone with the Black Death Sword."

"Wow, that sounds so cool."

Harley snorted, poking her delicate face and said:

"This old Kongsu seems to be very fond of patients with schizophrenia. Sweetheart, do you think I should find a statue of the moon god to worship? No He can also give me and Quinn power.

Ouch! "

Before she finished her words, Mason pinched her face and squeezed it a few 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 behavior. Those guys are different from mortals.

The world in their eyes is not as black and white as yours.

Besides, you are under my protection now. Which god dares to approach you?

Okay, it's time to go. "

Mason loosened his fingers and held Harley He turned his head and looked at the Skrull Queen not far behind him in an angry "punch you on the back" coquettish way, and 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 trouble in this environment."

"Thank you for your kindness, sir."

If before, there was only fear and humiliation of being forced to obey Mason, then at this time, Queen Vikran, holding the Super Skrull Heart Beacon, only had gratitude and awe in her heart.

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

He did not regard the Skrulls as expendable tools, but included them as one of the suffering people 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 Heart Beacon, handed the shining Beacon back to Mason.

She whispered:

"Sir, it is not that the Skrulls are born servile, but our talents determine that we must rely on strong leaders. The conquerors have never stopped hunting us. In the past, we were protected by Brainiac, but now we will be forced to face this increasingly cruel era alone.

I still have doubts.

But after experiencing this war personally and sharing the glory of your victory, I am sure that now is not the best time to return freedom to my people.

Your ideal is terrible.

But once it is truly realized, the future in which the worlds are no longer connected at will is the future that truly belongs to the Skrulls and they can live in peace in a corner.

We are willing to continue to contribute to your cause, and I believe that our contribution will be rewarded accordingly."

At this point, the queen said somewhat embarrassedly:

"And to be honest, I don't think I can completely control my people. Repeated failures have weakened my authority.

Although most of the Skrulls The Kuru are all forced to live in a cunning and vicious way, but there are indeed some guys among us who are born villains who are afraid of chaos in the world.

Therefore, this mind beacon should be placed with you first.

I believe that after witnessing your glorious victory, even the most ambitious Skrulls will bow their heads in front of you. The strong have power, and the wise control power.

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

"Well, you have said this. If I refuse again, it seems that I am shirking the responsibility. "

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

"Go back to Osborne Tower to recuperate. I will notify you when I need you to go out."

"Yes, my lord."

The queen took a few steps back and watched Mason and Harley disappear in the light curtain of the blazing fire. She didn't have to worry about how to leave here. For a super spy and a super Skrull, she always had enough ways.

For example

"Shazam!"

While calling in a low voice, the power of the six gods turned into thunder and descended, allowing her to transform into the simulated form of Black Adam again, and then she easily left this sealed magical land.

The power of the six gods did not originally flow so vividly in Queen Vikran.

After all, fake is fake, and the super disguise of the Skrulls is difficult to deceive the gods who grant power. However, probably for Mason's sake, the six Egyptian gods did not "blame" the thief too much.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

"Vikran is so cunning!"

When leaving the Eternal Rock and returning to the sky of the material world, Harley, riding a burning car, 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 said:

"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, sweetie, just think of it as a celebration of victory! Today we want to buy a black skirt and red rope."

——

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 then 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 virility 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 the 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 was attacked by the warlock again. The spirit needs to sleep.

"It's really 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 for soothing the 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 confessing?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind Mason. Ciri, holding a cup of hot coffee, appeared in the swordsman's ward in a 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 you asked Liana to book a 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 "shutting up men", the second button of her collar was open. From Mason's position, her delicate collarbone could be seen, and there was also an unhealed collarbone. scars.

Although she tried her best to appear relaxed, the fatigue coming from her eyes could not be concealed.

She is different from the swordsman. She has never been a head-on combat player, but she is forced to fight head-on with the endless army of liquidators. It is as dangerous as Master Ye's bare-handed participation in World War II.

"What's wrong?"

Mason's silent gaze made Ciri feel a little embarrassed. She reached out to brush her silver hair and lowered her head while drinking coffee:

"Is there anything dirty on me?"

"Your guards suffered heavy losses?"

Mason asked:

"I heard from Morgan and V that only two of the five Red Cavalry Legions have withdrawn to their bases, and the Death Ship Najilfa was almost torn in half.

These Wild Hunt elites are not losses that can be easily replaced."

"But we won."

Ciri 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 legions must be put into the battlefield to become the chips that determine the outcome.

Although I lost my own guards.

But think about it in a positive way. This victory will allow me to gain more. Without the interference of the warlock, our plan can proceed more smoothly.

This is a great thing."

"The more you say this, the more sorry I feel, my dear boss."

Mason shook his head.

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

"I haven't found a way yet."

He suddenly said:

"Regarding the soul contract between you and Lord Fate, I asked Black Strange, and he told me that I can weaken the connection between you but can't eradicate it.

This curse has been imposed on you for seventeen years, and it has long become a part of your existence."

"What do you want to say, Mason."

Ciri glanced at the young man lying by the window next to her, and she said:

"Speak directly, don't learn from Old A who always beats around the bush."

"What I mean is that the smoother our plan is, the closer you are to the risk of death."

Mason turned his head to look at Ciri and said:

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

"That's what we deserve! No one asked you to make more preparations for this matter, because those who are going to die don't care about it anymore."

Ciri suddenly interrupted Mason's description, and the hunter turned his head and said:

"I told you before that we are not afraid of death, but it's 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 slumber.

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

She mentioned the taboo that she couldn't say again, and the pain from the depths of her soul made her body twitch.

If it was normal, this would not be a problem, but now she was already weak after the war, and the coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground and shattered, causing the hot 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 vacation."

Mason helped Ciri up and joked:

"For example, those things you want to do but haven't finished in your long life, hurry up during this period of time, so that you won't be full of regrets when we really have to face the choice.

If we are destined to face separation, I don't think it's polite to let you leave with regrets."

"Are you serious?"

Ciri was stunned for a moment.

She looked up at Mason, and the young man could feel that the female boss's eyes became 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 blocked back in his throat, because the cold lips blocked Mason's assurance.

He realized that he had made a terrible mistake.

Ciri had too many imperfections in his life, and perhaps such a small one of them was related to him.

He wanted to push his female boss away.

But the flying silver hair hit his nostrils, making him smell the faint aroma of currant and a trace of residual blood.

Just like throwing a burning match into an oil barrel, the hand that should have been firm gently reached into the open collar, and followed the delicate collarbone to the slightly trembling heart skin.

"Ahem"

A cough suddenly interrupted the two people who were in a state of confusion.

Mason and Ciri in his arms turned back at the same time, like people who were caught cheating, and saw the dying swordsman sitting up in shock, leaning against the bed.

At this moment, he looked at the two of them with a sharp eye, holding popcorn from nowhere in his hand.

The blond Hell Lord said with wide eyes:

"Go on! Don't mind me, I can hide my breath, just pretend I don't exist. Go on, please, you two, look, Ciri's bra and Mason's pants are untied, how embarrassing it is to stop here?

Oh, little Mason, didn't you see that you have a lot of capital, no wonder you can fascinate Ciri, who is like an old nun.

She is ready.

Trust me, go ahead!"

"Shua"

The two people with red faces immediately retracted their fingers that were placed in places where they shouldn't be, turned around and tidyed up their scattered clothes.

Good guy, the string just now almost broke.

"I'm just reminding you"

The swordsman yawned, threw a popcorn into her mouth, closed her eyes and whispered:

"Don't get too entangled, especially you, Mason. If the woman in your arms is destined to die in your hands one day, then everything you do now is just asking for trouble.

The hotter your heart is, the more painful it will be when you pull the trigger.

Ciri can risk it because she only needs to take one bullet to end it all, but you have to live with self-blame and repentance for the rest of your life.

Alas, you should have shown up earlier.

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

This means that she is doomed to be hopeless.

Just like me."