The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 511 57. Hey, this doesn't seem too good for you, does it? [add more 910]

   "Sweetheart, you called him 'Kongsu' just now?"

  Watching the Moonlight Knight disappear into the world gate of the Rock of Eternity, Harry blew a bubble and ran up to hold Mason's arm. She whispered:

   "That is to say, the one who talked to you just now was the **** behind the Moonlight Knight?"

   "Not all, at least when he communicated with you about his schizophrenia, it should indeed be dominated by Moonlight Knight's sub-personality."

  Mason explained:

  "But when it comes to the conversation involving the purpose of the gods and my purpose, the personality of the Moonlight Knight cannot dominate this topic. Kongsu used a very wonderful method to complete the meeting.

   I guess that unlucky ghost 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 messenger's body and talk to a person with a black death sword. "

   "Wow, that sounds cool."

  Harry snorted, poked her delicate face and said:

   "This old Kongsu seems to be very fond of patients with schizophrenia, sweetheart, do you think I should go to the statue of the moon **** to worship, maybe he can also give me and Quinn strength

oops! "

   Before she could finish her sentence, Mason pinched her face and squeezed her hard a few times. The chief captain scolded Harley:

   "Don't have such a crazy idea, Kong Su is a god, pure good and evil can't be his standard of conduct, those guys are different from ordinary people.

  The world they see is not as black and white as yours.

   Besides, you are covered by me now, which **** dares to approach you?

   Okay, time to go. "

  Mason let go of his fingers, and turned his head to look at Queen Skrull not far behind him amidst Harley's annoyed "little fist punching your back". He 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 troubles under the current environment."

   "Thank you for your kindness, my lord."

  If there was only fear and the humiliation of being forced to obey Mason before, then Queen Vikram, who is holding the Super Skrul Spirit Beacon, only has gratitude and awe in her heart.

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

  He doesn't see the Skrulls as expendable tools, but instead includes them among the multitude of suffering beings 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 spiritual beacon returned the shining beacon to him. Mason.

   She whispered:

"My lord, the Skrulls are not born servile, but our talent determines that we must be attached to a strong leader. The conqueror has never stopped hunting us. We used to be the refuge of Brainiac, but now we will be forced to Facing this era that is bound to become more and more cruel alone.

   I had doubts.

   But having lived through this war firsthand and sharing in the glory of your victory, I am sure now is not the best time to return freedom to my people.

  Your ideals are terrible.

   But once realized, the future in which the worlds are no longer freely connected is the future in which the Skrulls can live in a corner safely.

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

   Speaking of this, the queen said with some embarrassment:

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

  While most Skrulls are forced to live their lives as cunning and vicious, some of us are natural villains who fear nothing but chaos.

  Therefore, let's put this spiritual beacon with you first.

  I am sure that even the most ambitious Skrull would bow their heads before you after witnessing your triumph. The strong have power, and the wise hold power.

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

   "Uh, you've reached this point. If I refuse again, I'll be suspected of dumping the blame."

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

   "Go back to Osborne Tower to recuperate. I will notify you when you need to be dispatched."

   "Yes, my lord."

The queen took a few steps back, watching Mason and Harley disappear into the light curtain of the burning fire, she didn't have to worry about how to get out of here, for a super spy and a super Skrull, she always had enough Method.

for example

   "Shazam!"

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

  The power of the six gods did not flow so vividly on Queen Vikram.

   After all, a fake is a fake, and the super camouflage of the Skrulls is hard to fool the power-giving gods, but probably because of Mason's face, the six gods of Egypt did not "criticize" the thief too much.

  Just pretend not to see it.

   "Vikran is so cunning!"

   When leaving the Rock of Eternity and returning to the sky of the material world, Harley, who was riding a burning speeding car, complained to Mason:

  "She obviously wanted to find a backer for herself, so that she could continue to be as pretentious as she was when she served Brainiac before, and she had to fabricate so many reasons.

  I don't believe that a ruler who can carry out secret invasions in other worlds will suddenly care so much about his people. "

   "Don't tell me if you see it, cutie."

   Mason leaned on the seat with his eyes closed, and said while relaxing:

   "Don't tear me down, send me back to Gotham. Huh? Where are you going? What's wrong with this road?"

   "You have three hours today that are mine!"

  Harry pursed her lips and complained in a low voice:

  "You will definitely meet Ciri in a while, I have heard Panan and the big-mouthed V say that the hunter put his own coffin on the ground for your victory.

  Who knew you would wipe out”

   "What are you whispering?"

   "Ah, nothing! Let's go shopping, sweetheart, as if it's a victory celebration! Buy a black dress and red rope today."

—

   Three hours later, Mason is back in Gotham.

  He walked into the Leslie Clinic in the city that had been blacked out and restored to its original state expressionlessly, as if he was as familiar with the road as when he was working here.

  But no one is going to work here for the time being, and everyone has gone to escape the disaster and hasn’t come back yet.

Some of the wounded in the previous battle were transferred here by the master. In the current situation where the final settlement of the world has not been completed, most of the still active combat forces have been dispersed. On the contrary, it is rare for this city that has never been peaceful. Quiet.

  It's like a crazy woman showing a quiet gesture that has never been seen before, which brings a sense of peace to Gotham 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, making him seem to have fought a hungry beast just now. Fortunately, Quinn can only exist in Harley's heart in the form of a subpersonality.

  If two come together

   "Should I do something that an alchemist should do?"

  Amidst the rising smoke, Mason played with the extinguisher in his hand and glanced at the rope marks on his arm, complaining:

   "For example, developing a drug that can calm Harley down, or developing a secret recipe that gives me a hundred men at once, I always feel that my little cutie has a strange sense of crisis.

  This is not a good thing for her condition. "

  He sighed, put out the cigarette that he had only smoked a third in the trash can, and then the water body changed and the smoke dissipated and appeared in an observation room of the clinic.

  The swordsman in front of you 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 actually, this guy is probably the healthiest patient in the clinic right now.

The swordsman's wounds are already healing quickly due to the super-strong physique of the Lord of Hell and the strengthening of the Lord of Fate. The reason why he is still unconscious now is that he was too crazy when he cut people before, and he was attacked by the warlock again. The spirit needs to sleep for the sake.

   "It's really thanks to you this time. Without your obstruction at the critical moment, it's really hard to say how this war will develop."

  Mason stood in front of the hospital bed and, as a healer, checked the swordsman's body again. After confirming that she was recovering well, he took out some potions for soothing the spirit and prepared them at the bedside.

   While he was busy, he sighed and said:

   "Both the city and the world can be restored through time magic, but those dead, those victims, they have left forever just because I insisted on launching this war in this world that does not belong to me.

   Those neutron-killed beings will probably curse me for being ambitious and a **** as they fade away.

   Alas, I'm looking more and more like a true Stellaris trailblazer, more and more like a qualified hound who swore to take no one as a price.

   But it turns out I'm just a big talker too. "

   "Are you confessing?"

  A familiar voice sounded from behind Mason. Ciri, who was holding a cup of hot coffee, appeared in the swordsman's ward amidst the silver light. She leaned against the window and said in a mocking tone:

   "Confess to a **** lord? Do you think you will go to **** after your life is over, so ask Liana to reserve a good place for you in hell?"

   "If she can indeed arrange it, why not?"

  Mason smiled, and reached out to inject the prepared potion into Liana's vial with a syringe. After finishing his work, he turned and looked at Ciri behind him.

  The state of the hunter is much worse than that of the rough-skinned and thick-skinned **** lord.

   There was still a bandage on her face, and there were unhealed wounds on her neck and wrists, probably because her previous demon hunter battle suit was damaged and she changed her clothes.

And because of Shirley's unique "shut up men" trick, the second button of her collar is open, and from Mason's position, she can see her delicate collarbone, and there are also unhealed bruises there. scars.

  Although she tried her best to appear relaxed, the tiredness coming from her eyes couldn't be concealed.

  She is different from a swordsman. She has never been a frontal combat player, but she was forced to fight a frontal fight with the continuous army of clearers. It was as dangerous as Master Ye participating in World War II with bare hands.

"What's wrong?"

  Mason's silent gaze made Ciri feel a little embarrassed. While brushing her silver hair, she lowered her head and said while drinking coffee:

   "Is there something dirty on me?"

   "Your guard suffered heavy damage?"

   Mason asked:

   "I heard from Morgan and V that only two of the five red cavalry regiments withdrew to their bases, and the death ship Najerfa was almost torn in half.

  These wild hunting elites are not casual losses. "

   "But we won."

  Hiri smiled, and said quite freely:

   "No matter how precious a power is, it must be truly used to reflect its value, and a fierce and powerful legion must be thrown into the battlefield to become a bargaining chip in determining victory or defeat.

  Although I lost my guard.

   But thinking about it, this victory will give me more gains. Without the interference of Warlocks, our plan can be carried out more smoothly.

   This is a great thing. "

   "The more you say that, the more sorry I am, my dear boss."

   Mason shook his head.

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

   "I haven't found a way yet."

  He suddenly opened his mouth and said:

   "About the soul contract between you and Lord Fate, I asked Hei Qiyi, and he told me that I can weaken the connection between you two but cannot eradicate it.

   This curse has been placed on you for seventeen years, it has long been a part of your being. "

   "What the **** are you trying to say, Mason."

  Hiri glanced at the young man lying beside the window, she said:

   "Speak straight, don't be like old A who always beat around the bush."

   "I mean, the better our plan is, the closer you are to the moment when you're at risk of dying."

  Mason turned to look at Ciri and said:

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

   "That's what we deserved! No one asks you to make more preparations for this matter, because the dead don't care about it anymore."

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

   "I told you before, we are not afraid of death, but it is 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 deep sleep.

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

  She talked about the taboo she couldn't say, and the tingling from the depths of her soul made her body twitch.

   This would not be a problem in normal times, but now she is weak after the war, and the coffee cup in her hand fell to the ground and shattered, causing the scalding 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 joked as he helped Ciri up:

   “For example, those things that you want to do in your long life but haven’t finished, you should quickly advance during this time, lest you will be full of regret when we really have to face a choice.

  If you are destined to face separation, I don't think it is polite to let you go away with regrets. "

   "Are you serious?"

   Ciri was stunned for a moment.

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

  He realized he had made a terrible mistake.

  There are too many unsatisfactory things in Xili's life, maybe there is such a small one related to him.

  He wanted to push his female boss away.

  But the flying silver hair hit his nostrils, making him smell the slight gooseberry aroma and a trace of **** smell.

   It was like throwing a burning match into an oil barrel, and the supposedly firm hand gently penetrated into the open collar, and stretched along the delicate collarbone to cling to the slightly trembling heart skin.

   "cough cough"

  A cough suddenly interrupted the distraught two people.

  Mason and Ciri in his arms looked back vigilantly at the same time like someone who was discovered in the dark, and saw the dying swordsman sitting up in front of the bed.

  At this moment, he looked at the two of them with piercing eyes, and he was still holding some popcorn that he didn't know where he came from.

  The blond **** lord widened his eyes and said:

"Go on! Don't worry about me, I can hide my breath, you just pretend I don't exist. Go on, please, see Ciri's corset and Mason's pants are unbuttoned, stop here How embarrassing is that?

  Hey, little Mason, didn't you see it? He has a lot of capital, no wonder he can fascinate the old nun-like Ciri.

   She is ready.

  Trust me, go boldly! "

   "唰"

  The two with flushed faces immediately retracted the fingers they had placed where they should not have been, and turned around to tidy up the scattered clothes.

  Good guy, that string almost snapped just now.

   "I'm just reminding you guys"

  Swordsman yawned and threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth. She closed her eyes and said softly:

   "Don't cause too much entanglement that shouldn't be there, especially you, Mason, if the woman in your arms is destined to die in your hands one day, then all you are doing now is looking for trouble.

  The hotter your heart is, the more painful it is to pull the trigger.

  Ciri can fight it out because she only needs to take one bullet to fix it all, but you have to live with the rest of your life of self-blame and remorse.

   Alas, you should have shown up sooner.

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

   This means that she is hopeless.

same as me. "

  (end of this chapter)