Chapter 619 85 I Am Waiting for My Teammates, What Are You Waiting For? Love?

Chapter 619 85. I'm waiting for my teammates, what are you waiting for? Love?

The conversation or negotiation broke down.

Because the other party made a request that Mason could never agree to. This bastard who was created by the source of darkness or by some damn cosmic will wanted to take Mason's life.

No normal person could accept such an unreasonable request.

As we all know, after the negotiation broke down, it was time to attack.

So Mason pulled out his pistol and emptied the magazine. This Void Mason was quite reasonable. He did not deliberately suppress Mason's strength, but kept the main body in full state.

This guy who was born from Mason's wisdom probably guessed that the negotiation would end in a breakdown, and he was ready to persuade the other party with violence.

Facing the flying bullet, Void sneered, did not dodge at all but let it penetrate his body, and reached out his hand and lightly pinched the last bullet in the splashing water.

At this moment, the gloomy body that was originally transformed from water has turned into translucent organic ice in the splashing cold air, just like the form after being given energy by Black Strange during the fight with Madeline in the Lord's World.

Omega-level ability control!

And his light movements of dodging bullets and catching bullets with his hands, which undoubtedly come from the strengthening of the nervous system by the Isu bloodline and the precise control of time by the Isu senses.

"You guessed it, right?"

Void Mason tossed the bullet in his hand up and down, and then shaped the rising magic fire in his cold fingers. With extremely precise flame manipulation, he melted this small piece of metal into a miniature bust of Mason and threw it to the captain.

He said:

"I have all your abilities, and I have raised their manipulation to the limit within your cognitive scope. I am an enhanced version of you. I know your thoughts, understand your tactics and inherit your thinking.

You can understand me as your future self.

Give up, you have no chance of winning."

"If I am like you in the future, I will just commit suicide on the spot. You are just a fake, and you dare to talk nonsense in front of me?"

Mason scolded unceremoniously:

"In addition, are you proud of replicating all my abilities? If you really understand my thinking, you should know that this is not something to be happy about.

Having all my abilities means that you also have all my weaknesses."

The red alchemy array in his left hand flickered, and the magazine filled with leech interference bullets was pressed into the gun chamber, and its shell showed a sacred silver-white color.

It was not solid metal, but a special ceramic structure made by the inscriptionist imitating the paving bricks of heaven.

The combination of these two things can perfectly restrain the devil's fire and mutant abilities.

Mason was not afraid of the Void Mason in front of him, because he had absolute confidence that this arrogant dark fool in front of him could not imitate his most basic ability.

That is, his own golden finger.

Even with Mason's current understanding and attainments of manufacturing skills, he still couldn't figure out how this golden finger worked.

If he couldn't understand something himself, could he expect a poor imitation to understand it more deeply?

"Nice try."

Void Mason shrugged.

He looked at the captain who was rushing towards him, and the cold air that froze everything rose between his ten fingers. The special bullets shot by Mason hit the organic ice and sparks flew out. He tried to convert the water body when he couldn't break the defense, but was easily frozen by Void Mason again.

As the claws turned into ice spikes pierced his heart, Mason was lifted high in front of the Void in the blood gushing out of his whole body.

The latter stared at his main body with his dark eyes under purple sunglasses and said:

"I can kill you countless times here! Not just to defeat you, but also for entertainment.

Of course, in order to ensure that the pain on the spiritual level will not be transmitted to the material world to destroy my God-given body, I promised that we will not die here when I created this spiritual world.

However, death and pain never conflict.

You may think you are fearless, but when death is stretched to a length that can defeat everything, I don't think you have any chance of winning.

You always boast of your strong will, so let's see how many times you have to kill before you can bow your head and admit defeat.

Mason Cooper, you glorious loser!"

--

"The good news is that the heart rate has stabilized, the vital signs have also stabilized, and the main body is out of danger."

Mason, the paramedic, breathed a sigh of relief, and the other clones dressed in different clothes around the main body also breathed a sigh of relief, and the shadow of death was moving away from them.

But the alchemist, who usually walked closest to the paramedic and was therefore well aware of this guy's bad taste, asked with a wooden face:

"What about the bad news?"

"The bad news is that he is being replaced by nothingness."

The paramedic took off his mask, shrugged, and said to the other clones:

"The dark power overflowing from the mind is taking over his brain and body. Even with the infusion of the Great Dispersal Array and the Purification Potion, it is useless.

This thing is not entering from the outside, it is equivalent to the self-iteration of the data body. Even his immune system does not regard it as a threat, so it can't be stopped!

It can't be stopped at all."

The clones looked at each other, and finally Mason, the collector who usually had the least presence and was dressed in a hunter's outfit, raised his hand on behalf of the others and asked:

"What about us? If nothingness replaces the subject, what will happen to us? Will he choose to keep us?"

"Well that's the question"

The first aid nurse tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pulled Zhang Parker over who was sorting out data and asked straightforwardly:

"Mr. Zhang, you look the most like a normal person among all the people here, so we ask you a question. If you had the same clone ability as Mason, you would let others with full intelligence basically have no control over you. Are you free and at ease?"

"Are you joking?"

Mr. Zhang replied with an unhappy and cynical look:

"Do you think I'm having too much fun so I'm going to give myself a little more strength? Even if there's only one fully intelligent clone of mine, I'm going to have to lock him up to prevent him from running out and causing trouble.

Not to mention that you have so many weird quirks. I can’t understand why Mason wants to keep you. I simply can’t imagine his mental state every day.

Maybe he has gone crazy?

Well, maybe he has already gone crazy, otherwise it would not explain how he and Harley could get along so well. "

"See, this is how normal people treat us nasty guys."

The first aid nurse spread his hands and said to the other clones:

“So once the subject is swallowed up by nothingness and the replacement personality is replaced, the first thing he will do is to kill us all.

The dark will does not have a manufacturing system, so it has no need to retain our proficiency in various skills by working hard for it, and it will not tolerate our various willful requests.

So to sum up, I think we should not expect that everyone’s life will be better after the main body is replaced.

How about leaving a few suicide notes to each other now? "

"Are you joking?"

Engineer Mason shook his big engineering wrench and roared:

"It means that we can't do anything now, so we can only hand over the chance of survival to that noob in the main body? Wow, isn't this too irresponsible?

You have to hold your own life in your own hands. "

"Waiting is death, and resisting is also death. Since both are death, why not give it a try?"

The jeweler who was cutting the Soul Stone turned back to the others and said:

"Actually, although the subject of our various complaints usually doesn't do human affairs, if you think about it carefully, apart from crazily squeezing our labor force, he is pretty good to us.

I don’t know if he told you, but in fact, he has commissioned me to make a water element core for us that can last for a long time.

He also promised me that when this was done he would separate us from the subject.

It is the kind of separation in the true sense. In addition to being connected to the subject's life, everyone is basically an independent individual. He intended it to be a surprise."

"more than!"

Alchemist Mason took off his pointed hat and held it in his hand. He hesitated, brushed his hair, which was obviously thinner than other clones, and whispered:

"I secretly looked through the subject's diary while he was checking his body. He also has a 'manufacturing group disbandment plan', which means that as long as the skills each of us is responsible for reach the full level of Lv12, we can leave. The Mason Manufacturing Group went out to explore the world on their own.

He was not kidding, because he had already been working on this plan when the engineers got the skill to Lv10. "

"Damn it, isn't this just painting a cake?"

Mason, the frowning engineer, waved his wrench and shouted:

"If others don't know, how can I not know? It's a long way to go to reach Lv12. After Lv10, you no longer have proficiency in making ordinary artifacts unless you go deep into rule-level things.

For example, only by studying the laws of cause and effect, digital rates, and knowledge of multi-dimensional space systems can we push forward the long progress bar. "

"But a promise is better than nothing, right?"

Blacksmith Mason rubbed his chin and said:

"I actually think it's good to have a main body as a backing. If nothing else, if we accidentally get into trouble when we go out to explore the world, we can still have a main body to wipe our butts with."

"It's no use thinking so much now!"

The tailor waved the two metal-polished needles in his hand, poking them back and forth in the air like a certain Eastern Invincible, and he shouted:

"Stop fantasizing about the good days in the future. If the main body dies, we will all die!

Guys, grab your guys and get ready to help fight! We are all personalities and emotions separated from the subject, which can theoretically be returned to his mind.

Perhaps he was preparing for this situation when he founded the Mason Manufacturing Group, just like Batman also has an 'anti-self' tactic.

It is impossible to think of it with the subject's character, so now is the time for us to play our role. "

"The one-time mind stone is almost ready."

The jeweler wiped the fine sweat on his forehead and said:

"This thing can turn us into personalities and return to the subject. You should hurry up and prepare. Well, actually, there is no need to prepare. The conceptual body cannot bring anything into the material world in the spiritual world.

So you don’t need to bring anything, just bring your own brain and knowledge. "

“But what if the subject cheats?”

The inscriptionist who had been silent shook the carving knife in his hand and said:

"What if he doesn't plan to let us out after the incident is over? Aren't we just throwing ourselves into a trap?"

"Look what you said! Are you making yourself stupid by carving stones every day?"

Enchanter Mason dismissed the inscriptionist's concerns and said in a long voice:

"Without us, would the main body have to allocate time to practice so many branch skills every day? Now all skills have generally reached around Lv8 and have entered the deep water zone of manufacturing upgrading.

Any little bit of progress requires ten times a hundred times more energy and work.

The main body only has 24 hours a day and has to allocate three hours to Harley and Quinn. In the future, after Ciri is taken down, the rain and dew will be equal, and they will not have to spend two more hours of leisure company?

Where does he get so much energy to promote so many projects at the same time?

Therefore, unless he wants to give up the ideal of becoming a craftsman, our existence is necessary, the jobs are here, this is the iron rice bowl!

Instead of worrying that you will lose your job, why not worry more about how to break through the technical problem that is bothering you now. The subject is a good guy, it's good for you to know that.

He will not abandon us. "

"Wonderful!"

The other clones applauded in unison and praised the enchanter for this wonderful speech. As expected, he saw clearly, and the enchanter nodded frequently in the applause, as if he was hiding his merit and fame.

Talents who master core skills are so arrogant!

As long as the boss dares to say such shameless nonsense as "if you don't do it, others will do it", real talents dare to give up on the spot. Irreplaceability and scarcity have always been more effective than all unwritten rules in the workplace, and they are effective in any era. rules of survival.

"What are you doing?"

Amidst the applause, the expressionless Hei Qiqi quietly descended.

He looked at a group of clones surrounding the unconscious main body Mason and still applauding wildly, just like a cult scene, and his eyes suddenly narrowed with an evil expression.

Are the clones celebrating in advance the end of Mason's evil servitude to them?

Such a dog?

This man is not dead yet, and you are celebrating. If he is really dead, why don't you brag about it and have a black man carry the coffin?

"Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding, boss."

Seeing that Hei Qiyi was about to roll up his sleeves to help Mason clean up the door, the alchemist hurriedly stepped forward and explained their plan. Hei Qiyi was stunned for a moment when he heard this plan.

Can clone magic still work like this?

But after personally inspecting Mason's situation at this time, Rao Shihei was so well-informed that he could not come up with a better solution for a while. As the first aid engineer said, this is a dark infection from the inside out, and it is not It was an interference from an outside force, and there was nothing he could do to help except forcibly rebuild it.

"Then let's get started!"

Hei Qiqi took the disposable soul gem polished by the jeweler, admired it for a moment and then said to the clones:

"I will use this thing to send you all into Mason's spiritual world at once. Well, this thing is of good quality. Make me a set when you come back. I will use it."

"Oh, okay, boss."

The jeweler nodded and bowed in agreement.

Hey, isn’t the business coming now?

As for remuneration, he didn't mention it at all. How could a person like Heiqi Qi pay less to the craftsmen? It can't be done! Although a black person is powerful, he still needs face after all.

"Get ready, it's time to begin!"

The boss started to cast the spell, and the clones stood together hand in hand, forming a circle around the main body.

The moment the energy burst of the one-time Mind Stone enveloped them, water splashed everywhere and the clones collapsed. As the water flow returned to Mason's body, the clones disappeared.

And at the same time, in the spiritual world.

Mason, who had been tortured by the void countless times, was still fighting back, but he was at the end of his rope. While breathing, he looked at the void in front of him with a victorious smile on his face, and asked:

"How strong are you?"

"Well, I guess it's more than ten times yours."

Nihil Mason sneered and said:

"It's ten times constant. No matter how strong you are, I will only be stronger than you! This may be the fatal weakness caused by your neglect of strength growth.

If you don't respect the power, the power will punish you! "

"Ahem, let me make it clear that I do not disrespect power."

Mason, who was knocked down again, struggled to get up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said:

"I'm just afraid that I won't be able to withstand the temptation of strength and become a bastard like you. Fuck! Why did you come here? I'll wait for you until the flowers are almost withered!"

This guy just tortured and killed me dozens of times, it was really fatal! "

"What are you shouting for? It's good that you can come. This is a desperate matter. Damn it! What the hell is this thing opposite you? Have you created a new clone behind our back?

Hey, you have to notify me in advance for this kind of thing, right? "

In the engineer's unhappy response, nine clones of the alchemist, first aid specialist, enchanter, blacksmith, inscriptionist, tailor, jeweler, and collector all jumped behind Mason.

They dress up in different styles and hold their own "strange weapons."

Although they have the same faces, their personalities, temperaments and even their clothes are completely different. They look like a post-modernist impressionist crazy boy band put together in a haphazard manner, or like a collection of high-quality funny jokes that the main character Mason spent a long, long time amassing.

"You said you are ten times stronger than me?"

Main Mason stood up straight, replaced the magazine in his gun, and surrounded by his brothers who shared the same hatred for the enemy, he stretched out his hand and rubbed out a ball of dancing fire, which also appeared on Mason's shoulder and turned into the figure of the wild phoenix Fox, who had been waiting impatiently before being summoned.

He said to the void Mason:

"Isn't this just right? There are exactly ten of us brothers, and if you count Fox and the Black Death Sword, tsk, man, if you know what's good for you, you should admit defeat now."