The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 189 72. As long as there is enough power, craftsmen like us don’t pursue those

  Brotherhood Assassin Saint John Wick was tied to a chair, and two ropes were bound up and down his arms and legs. This way of captivity was humiliating for a saint.

   But the problem is that the person who kidnapped him gave him some kind of strange potion, which caused John Wick's hands and feet to be weak, nauseated and vomiting, and he couldn't even perform all his abilities.

   On his wrist, there is also a needle used to inject vials connected to a very special blood pump.

  That thing is very precise and has a centrifuge function. Wick's blood will be purified into serum that can be processed and used after a few minutes.

  The worst thing is that John Wick was sober during the whole process.

  He looked at the young figure in front of him who was busy in the bombed-out underground parking lot. The latter put a strange golden cup on the table and ignited it to boil a strange-tasting liquid.

   There are all kinds of weird things in his hand.

  From advanced molecular sieves to medieval-style condenser tubes, these things with completely different styles are combined together, and they work in a way that Wick can't understand at all.

   "Are you trying to break free?"

   While handling the raw materials at hand, Mason set up a portable alchemy array, took out an alchemy stone and pinched it in his hand to activate the alchemy.

  With a flash of red light, several bottles of potions appeared in his hand, but these advanced potions were not used directly, in fact, Mason just used them as a solution for further processing materials.

   While he was busy, he said without looking back:

   "Don't try it, I gave you ten times the dose of Bat Weakness Potion. At this dose, even Superman would cry and call Martha, and Veritaserum was injected into your blood vessels at a rate of one drop every three minutes.

  伱The high concentration of Isu blood in your body may allow you to maintain clear thinking in this situation, but please believe me, you will answer whatever I ask you in the next few minutes.

   No need to struggle.

   It's not your fault for leaking secrets. Who made you meet a rare alchemist like me? "

   "poof"

  Hearing this, Wick, who was tied up, bit off his tongue decisively, and spit out the broken flesh on the ground.

   This process must have been painful, but the deadpan Assassin Saint didn't seem to be aware of his actions at all.

   Mason glanced back at him, then looked at the blood stains on the ground, and said:

   "Hey, I really deserve to be an assassin with faith. I don't care about other people's lives, let alone my own. But if you think this will allow you to keep your secrets, you'd be underestimating me."

   After finishing speaking, he stepped forward to take out a bottle of epic healing potion purified by the golden cup, squeezed John Wick's **** mouth and poured it down.

  His body was already very tough due to the awakening of the Isu blood, and his ability to accept healing potions was also super strong.

  In just a dozen seconds, he felt his tongue healing.

   This made Wick struggle, but Mason just gave a low smile, and picked up the special cloak he had previously captured from the assassin saint.

   This golden thing looks very luxurious, especially on the cloak there are strange and mysterious lines that shine in the dark, making it full of the feeling of the future.

   Mason stared at it, and the information label popped up quickly:

  Shroud of Prometheus

  Quality: Legendary Engineering/Tailoring Items Immortal Crafting

  Item effects:

   1. Biological healing:

   This cloak is made of ancient Isu technology, which can effectively heal the injuries of all living organisms it touches. When worn with Isu armor, it will give the user [Super Healing] and [Life Locking] effects.

hint!

  When the engineering attainment reaches Lv6 or has Isu blood, the [Holy Purification Program] of the cloak can be activated, and the high-energy particles it emits can dispel all curses, injuries, and poisoning effects on the user.

   2. Fire Stealer:

  The ancient Isu Consus made this cloak to transfer biological consciousness. The blessing of unknown technology gave the cloak the ability to replicate biological signals and allowed the user to communicate with the ancient Isu biological signals stored in the cloak.

  When the engineering attainment reaches Lv8 or has Isu blood, the [biological consciousness transfer program] of the cloak can be activated to digitize the soul and consciousness of a specific object and store it in the cloak to avoid soul collapse caused by physical death.

  Creator: Consus the Ancient Isu

  Item description: The shroud of **** refers to this thing, and the miracle of resurrection in three days also originated from it. In addition, another name of the Isu Consus in mythology is Prometheus.

   "No wonder you are still alive and kicking after being shot several times. It almost made me think that the mutation of the Isu blood gave you the ability to be immortal."

  Mason put the Isu cloak on his body, and glanced at the assassin saint who was glaring at him. The latter's tongue injury had been healed.

   Mason asked:

   "How many assassin saints are there in this world?"

  Wick gritted his teeth and refused to answer.

  But the veritaserum, which was dripped into the blood every three minutes, continued to take effect, so under Mason's smiling gaze, his blushing cheeks finally said in a hoarse voice after a minute:

   "174 bits."

   "Fine, that's a good start."

  Mason smiled, turned and walked back to his temporary workbench to continue concocting the potion he was preparing. He put the serum collected from Wick into Hufflepuff's golden cup to purify.

  There was already a cloud of pale golden liquid in the golden holy grail, and as Wick's serum was added to it, the amount of liquid began to increase.

  He carefully observed the changes in the "Isu serum" being purified in the golden cup, and asked without looking back:

   "How many of these 174 saints were created by Abstergo's Phoenix Project?"

"all."

  Wick felt like he was going crazy.

  As a powerful and professional assassin, he received harsh training from an early age to make himself the inheritor of the ancient creed, but the miraculous Isu power could not stop this evil potion from continuing to take effect.

   This made the Assassin Saint feel a kind of shame.

  But the "desire to share" from his heart forced him to tell everything that Mason was interested in.

   "Oh? That is to say, in this era, no matter whether it is the Assassin Brotherhood or the Templars, there are no natural saints born on both sides? It seems that the quality of your generation is very poor."

  Mason glanced back at the flushed Assassin, he said:

"Then let me change the question. Is the Isu demigod who lived more than 2,000 years ago still alive? You know who I'm talking about, the mediator between the Assassins and Templars, who balances chaos and order Where is Lady Cassandra, defender of the world, granddaughter of Leonidas I, falconer of Sparta, and master of all secrets?"

"I have no idea!"

   Wick heaved a sigh of relief the moment this answer came out.

  He really didn't know.

  He is just an assassin who obeys orders, and that kind of legendary character is not within his reach. It is said that only elders can interact with that legendary god.

   "Then what happened to this attack?"

  Mason asked:

   "When did you start monitoring the Stellarium? Was it seven months ago when your world was accidentally discovered?"

   "Why do you think you found us? Arrogant!"

   Seeing that he couldn't stand the ravages of Veritaserum, Wick took a deep breath and changed his strategy. He no longer resisted talking to Mason, but started talking nonsense to delay time.

  He was weakly tied to the chair, staring at Mason, with a mocking smile on his lonely face, and said:

  "We knew about your existence long before you entered this world. You entered this world seven months ago, but the system dedicated to monitoring you was set up twelve months ago.

   Our elders and the legendary "Three Goddesses of Fate" predicted the appearance of the Constellation two years ago.

  You will bring chaos and disaster to this world, but escaping is never the choice of assassins, we are prepared at any time!

   Facts have proved that the mind modification of the golden apple works amazingly well on you greedy bugs.

  Every pioneer who leaves here with loot will spread the word of our wealth to more people, and as we expected, more arrogant fools will come here to pan for gold.

   We only need to pay for some replicas of ancient artifacts, enough to dig out all your secrets from your mouths! You poor explorers don't know how to keep secrets.

   All it takes is a glass of wine, a game of poker or an arranged romantic encounter.

  Hehe, you are the database we use.

   But now, this boring game is over. Facts have proved that you are facing the same crisis as us, but you can't come up with any effective means at all. You are like a group of idiots who are carnival under the doomsday and think they are powerful. "

   "Good scolding! It perfectly sums up the image of the stars in my heart."

   Mason was even applauding, applauding Wick's brilliant insult.

  He glanced at the near-boiling medicine in the crucible next to him, waved his hand, took out a complex distillation device from his bag, and connected it to the electric box in the underground parking lot.

   While he was busy, he said:

   "So the device that you are activating now that can cut off the connection between the world is the device that has been protecting you for a long time in the past?

   I guess it was made by the Isu to protect the world.

   Let me ask you, Wick, have you ever had a shock? "

   "Twice!"

  The Assassin Saint gasped and said:

   "The ancient artifact protected this world twice, preventing us from being disturbed by malicious stars, but it was also extremely damaged, which is why we have to close the 'Aurora Device' to get in touch with you.

  We had hoped to find a way to end the doomsday in you, after all, you seem to be full of confidence.

   However, it turns out that all this is just a waste of time.

  You know no more than we do. In the face of the same catastrophe, we are eager to find a partner, but you use the advent of the dark age to launch a barbaric conquest.

   You guys are just wasting your time. "

"I see."

   Mason nodded.

   He has obtained all the information he wanted to know, and even exceeded the task assigned by Mr. Hunter.

  The Odin Golden Apple in his hand didn't need to be untied again.

  Taking the golden apple proved to be just a bait put into the outside world by the assassins of this world. As Zha Kang said, the K team this time topped the tank for Mr. Hunter.

  If Mason hadn't turned out, Mr. Hunter should have come this time in person.

   But now that John Wick has learned that the world has survived two shock events under the protection of the ancient Isu artifact, this makes Mason even more interested in this device.

  If such a device can be promoted in parallel worlds, does that mean another possibility under the doomsday?

  Mason blinked. He knew that to answer this question, he had to go and have a look in front of the "Aurora Device" protecting this world.

   To enter there, Mason must arrange a "disguise" for himself in advance.

  He looked at the still that was running in front of him, and glanced at the Isu serum that was already being purified in the golden cup, all the preparations were almost done.

   "Now I'm going to put you to sleep, Wick."

  Mason strode up to the Assassin Saint, looked at him condescendingly, and said:

   "Someone told me that you are a space-time alien in this world with two **** named Johnny Silverhand and John Constantine. Just because of this, I will not harm your life.

   But you may have to follow me to the Great Temple in New York. "

   "My companions will find you!"

  Wick also stared at Mason, angry like a tiger, he gritted his teeth and said:

   "This is a trap for you, you have jumped into it, and you don't want to go anywhere."

   "Indeed, facing the assassination of a group of assassin saints who are as fierce as you and armed with Isu artifacts, let alone me, even Da Chao is here enough for him to drink a few pots."

  Mason took out the paralyzing injection and stuck it into the neck of the assassin saint in front of him. He said:

   "But you overlooked one point, I am not your enemy.

  Actually, for your meticulously prepared killing of the scumbags of the stars, I see that I am so excited that I even want to join in and make up for a few shots.

  Many will thank you for the just execution of villains today.

   Which includes me.

  Go to sleep. "

   Mason watched John Wick lower his head and fell into a coma in front of him. He carefully locked him with bat handcuffs and put him in his suitcase before returning to his workbench.

  The sorting hat he put on the workbench protruded a vague human face from the outside, saying:

   "Are you going to use the Isu bloodline of this world to make reinforcements for yourself? Mason, with all due respect, from my observation, these Isu bloodline enhancements are not suitable for combat.

  The assassins in this world have explored it for an assassination technique, which is the best way to use it.

  Compared to the reinforcement formulas you have obtained so far, mixing Isu blood cannot bring you excellent enhancement results. "

   "No, hat, I'm not looking for power."

  Mason explained:

   "The super potential of the Isu in terms of creation and learning is what I need most. I have never been a warrior. As you can see, I am more interested in making things than cutting people with knives.

  Things like strength are always tempting to degenerate, making you more and more able to fight but also more and more stupid, so for me, enough strength is enough.

  The wisdom I am most proud of is what I need to survive in this dark era.

   Besides, there are too many people in the K team who can fight, and I am not one of them. "

   "Well, your statement won my heart."

  The Sorting Hat was very satisfied with Mason's explanation, and the old man said with a smile:

   "I've been worrying about you being affected by the barbaric habits of the Constellation Society. Now it seems that you have been sober. Yes, this is what a Hogwarts Avenger should look like."

   "Stop complimenting me, hat, I'm blushing from what you've said, and if you say a few more words, I'll even be proud and complacent."

  Mason opened the distiller and collected a syringe-sized blue liquid from it. He flicked the thing in front of his eyes, and the information label popped up immediately:

  Super Adaptive Solution

  Quality: Excellent Alchemy Creation · Outstanding Craftsmanship

  Item utility:

  Basic solution based on super soldier serum and modified formula can be used as an aptamer when making alchemy items. This solution is extremely applicable and can effectively adapt and enhance the effect of various alchemical reinforcements.

Notice!

   This alchemy solution is originally derived from the super soldier serum, so all enhancement items made using this solution will have the effect of strengthening and transforming the body of the drinker.

   But this enhancement is less effective than the original Super Soldier Serum.

   Produced by: Mason Cooper

  Item description: You ruined a medicine that can turn you into a superhuman, which makes people wonder what you want to use it for?

   "poof"

Mason took out a blood-red crystal the size of a pinky fingernail from his arms, and threw it into the solution in his hand with a distressed expression, and then purified the gold cup to a sufficient concentration while a large number of bubbles and liquid turned into blood. The Isu Serum of the Isu was also mixed into it in a delicate way.

  Even just holding the test tube, Mason's fingers could feel the power contained in the medicine he had just made.

  He knew that drinking it by himself would mean the beginning of a transformation.

   "Although I made it myself, I don't even have a shelf life or a list of ingredients. It really makes people worry about the effect of this thing. If something happens, I can't ask myself for compensation, right?"

  He complained, raised his head and drank the **** liquid in one gulp.

   "Orange flavor, I like it!"

  (end of this chapter)