Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 667 34. You are really stupid when you swear, do you know that?

The final attack of the black phoenix caused the entire star body to begin to collapse, and Ciri could feel the blocked time and space disintegrating through the space perception given by the revived sliver of the blood of the elders.

The moment of escape that Madeleine said was coming, she rushed forward and looked at Mason half-kneeling in front of the pile of black embers, who seemed to be saying goodbye, and put her hand on his shoulder to persuade her little Valentine to mourn.

She knew what kind of person Mason was, even though Madeleine had brought him a lot of trouble, but the loss of a life was not a joyful thing for Mason.

But before Master Hunter could comfort him, he was extremely shocked to see Mason pushing away Madeleine's "ashes" with his hands, and picked up a crying baby from the warm black ashes.

This motherfucker is like a living person!

But Mason was not surprised by this.

Satisfied, he got up and stretched out his hand to gently brush away the ashes stained on the baby's skin, and then looked back at Ciri's wide-eyed amidst the flying black embers.

He said:

"Look, the resurrection potion experiment was successful. This proves that what you just drank is indeed effective, and my last worry has disappeared."

Ciri looked at the baby in Mason's arms, she was momentarily stunned and speechless.

Afterwards, she didn't know what kind of mental state she was thinking about, so she asked out loudly:

"In other words, will I also be reborn as a baby? No! This is not what I want, and it means that I will have to wait another sixteen years to be with you."

"It's eighteen years. I'm a normal person and I don't have any interest in minors."

The captain corrected Ciri's statement solemnly, and was satisfied after seeing the wonderful expression change on Lord Hunter's face, and then explained to her with a wicked smile:

"But you're drinking the enhanced version, so I guess you're going back to your eighteenth birthday, which I specifically asked for when I ordered that potion."

"Gulu! (This is Madeleine? You saved her!)"

The Jagged Queen, who was in pain because of the death of her best friend, rushed over. She looked at the white baby in Mason's arms and didn't know what to say for a while.

The captain understood Gulu's confusion at this moment.

He didn't intend to explain, turned around and stuffed the crying child into Gulu's arms.

The former queen who could hunt and kill a giant dragon without changing her expression hurriedly took over the human cub, then tore off her protective cloak to wrap her properly, and clumsily tied it to her chest.

It could be seen that Gulu did not intend to let the young Madeleine out of his sight until it was truly safe.

"She died, that is the exact fact. Madeleine Pryor must die for the crime she committed. There is no crime in this age that goes unpunished."

Mason glanced at the world around him that could no longer end the catastrophe, winked at Ciri and told her to tear apart the space and jump out, and said to Gulu:

"The Madeleine you are familiar with is no longer there, but the resurrection potion has reshaped her vitality back to a baby, and has nothing to do with the darkness and misery of the past.

She can continue to be called Madeleine, but if you don't want your best friend to grow up to be that bad looking again, start taking care of her now.

Of course, I am sure Emma will be very willing to help. "

After finishing speaking, Mason reached out and clasped the hilt of the Black Death Sword stuck in the black ashes. After Madeleine, the sword-bearer, died, the thing fell silent.

The captain pulled it out from the ground, flicked the blade, and asked:

"Hey, funny guy, are you dead?"

"It's not bad. Although I made a mistake, but believe me, it's not much better! It's just holding on."

The black death sword fragment belonging to Mason was still trying to explain why he failed, but the captain didn't care anymore, he said:

"So what does it do to me if I hold it now?"

"Won't!"

Black Death Sword replied:

"Although I failed, my sword-bearer won! This also means that I have won the final victory in this battle of the will of the Black Death Sword.

I will rule the will of this sword until you fail or die. "

It vibrated the blade to make it "melt", just like the parasite of the black symbiosis, it melted into Mason's palm and reattached to the gun of Ragnarok in a flexible crawl.

it says:

"Crazy fights make me hungry right now, understand?"

"Understand!"

Mason drew his pistol and aimed at the sky, and fired several shots at the gods who were trying to escape from this place to empty their magazines.

Grabbing the complete black death sword has greatly increased the power of this pistol, and there is no limit of three rounds of ammunition. The black bullets rush into the shattered clouds, amidst the screams of the opponent and the blood of the gods, dedicate the final death to this pistol. A land that is about to collapse.

A few seconds later, Ciri struggled to tear open a silver arc of light leading to the outside world, and Mason blew a whistle, indicating that Azu and his partners could leave.

Although they met by chance, this group of guys finally made a choice and implemented it with actions, so they should be given some sweetness and rewards.

"There's someone else!"

Ciri looked at Mason, and she said:

"Steve is still down there"

"That was his farewell to old A."

Mason took Ciri's hand, and when he walked into the dancing silver light arc, he said:

"Let's go, give him the last bit of decency."

"That is a stubborn remnant of the old era, unwilling to embark on the boat of the new era."

——

"puff"

The sound of blood spilling rang out in the dark underground, and in the ruined super mutant base, the third commander let go of his hand, and the clone whose eye had been pierced by the dagger fell to the ground.

At this moment when there was no need to fight, Steve Rogers still did not stop fighting.

He single-handedly blocked the continuous birth of super mutants in the entire underground base, so as to prevent them from stepping into the ground to intervene in the confrontation between Mason and old A.

This kind of action can be called cruel, but for these monsters who have not been instilled with full consciousness at all, and are just born as cannon fodder for killing, giving them a simple death may be the real kindness.

And the third commander who fought from beginning to end was covered in blood, but not much of it belonged to him.

As old A's close friend and the commander of his operations, the combat power of His Excellency Captain, who has been strengthened many times, is no longer what it used to be. Definitely going to be in dire trouble.

Of course, the third commander was indeed sent by Old A as a part of this death trap, but he never planned to finish his job from the beginning.

When he sent the "don't come" text message to Mason, he had already made up his mind about his actions today.

"Snapped"

The round shield covered with blood and pieces of flesh fell to the ground, and in the dark Shura field where corpses were strewn all over, the third commander stretched his sore wrist.

When he looked up, he could see the continuously collapsing bottom layer and the crazily squeezed terrain in the fragmentation of the star core. This world was about to end. If he didn't plan to leave, he would be able to see it in a few minutes. Doomsday here.

At this moment, Steve turned on the communicator hanging from his shoulder.

While waiting for the beeping communication, he reached out and took off his classic helmet and threw it on the bloody ground without any hesitation.

The boots moved forward, leaving bloody footprints one after another. When he approached the ejection device in front of him, the communication was finally connected.

The optical projection was played in front of the third commander in a pixelated manner, quickly forming the gloomy and angry face of old A and the bright background of the office behind him.

"Operation failed."

Steve boarded the catapult and set the target as the surface. While undoing the blood-stained armor on his body, he gave a very formulaic report to Old A:

"An unexpectedly strong man with a conscience intervened in this operation, he blocked all the super mutants by himself and directly caused Cilia to escape.

Your plan goes awry from the start, and Mason doesn't have to go deep underground to find his love, which allows him more flexibility in arranging his net-breaking operations.

It turns out that the assassination you've crafted really sucks compared to Mason's resistance plan.

Seriously, when you set Madeleine Pryor at the center of your plan, didn't you consider the possibility of her betrayal? After all, it was her family and brother in name. "

"Shut up, Steve!"

Old A couldn't bear to listen to these damn reports, he said in a gloomy tone:

"I trust you to send you to preside over all this, but you really let me down! Our vows were ruthlessly abandoned by you. When I needed help the most, you stood by my opponent. .”

"I feel ridiculous when you say these words!"

During the countdown to the launch of the catapult, the third commander sneered:

"I am a witness in the agreement between you and Mason, and I am also a member of this three-person agreement. We made a promise to him. After he came up with a plan and executed it perfectly, shouldn't the performance of the contract be the way it should be? right?

Or, did you actually intend to complete this bet from the very beginning?

From the very beginning, you see all this as a joke to appease subordinates, a pie drawn out of thin air.

Ferry, we've known each other for over thirty years.

Even in the vanilla days before the shock, I trusted you so much that you said we needed a plan, so I was willing to hang on to it.

You said the council had fallen and needed a new organization, so I risked my execution to join you without hesitation.

You said that the casting of the Star of Doom requires the essence of countless worlds to create this sanctuary leading to the next era, so I will go deep into the dirty land with my hands, and I would rather let my heart be ashamed to help you complete this plan.

I am helping you not because you are trustworthy, nor because of our past relationship. In the face of such a situation, personal emotions are no longer sufficient reasons for action.

I help you because I believe you can take everyone through!

But how do you give me back?

I realized when you made a bet with Mason, you don't care about whether we can win, you care more about who wins than the result

You no longer focus on the outcome that is good for everyone, you are just angry that the person who will win is not you!

You put your own honor and interests above the survival of trillions of people.

You're still trying to get me to go down this path you've chosen, but I'm not your dog! Fury, I have my morals, I have my ideas.

I have given you the chance to look back, more than once. "

During the seven-second countdown, the third commander tied himself to the fully charged catapult. He closed his eyes, and said to his former best friend with a kind of anger and loss that could no longer be suppressed:

"There are only a few outsiders who can leave authority in Utopia's visitor system. How did Doom paralyze Utopia's Sentinel Corps and directly lead to the massacre and destruction of a world?

Do you really think I'm unaware of what you're doing in the dark?

The Supreme Professor is not just your friend, he is also my friend! And when you needed him to die, you didn't even give him a choice.

You are no longer the Nick Fury I knew.

The spy chief who always messes up things, but the starting point of all operations is to prevent crises and protect the people.

Everyone is aware of this, only I don't want to believe this truth, I have been deluding myself that this is a necessary sacrifice.

I also made myself into the most hated person I ever was. I became the Red Skull. No, I became a more hateful and crazy monster than the Red Skull.

And all of this today is my answer to you!

I quit my job, motherfucker! "

"boom"

The catapult was launched, and the flying seat carrying the third commander went up along the broken guide rail, and jumped out in the background of the ground collapsing and everything dying.

The moment he saw the light, the world behind him quietly shattered.

The bodies of those killed gods were engulfed by the magma that erupted from under the earth, and all the evils that happened here were swallowed up by this extinction-style destruction.

In the sea of ​​stars in front of the third commander who was still rushing towards the sky, the neutron killing cannon locked on the target and entered the launch procedure has already swallowed a faint blue plume.

It's like an oversized sniper rifle is aimed at the ground, and the third commander is flying towards the muzzle.

"I don't want to help the bad guys anymore, Fury, we no longer represent justice and order and the future, we are no longer what we remember.

We've come along and let the apocalypse make us the worst monsters we can be, and we deserve to die when we give up what we were meant to do.

I don't think there is anything wrong with this day.

Its only problem is that it comes too late. "

On the mechanical chair, the third commander opened his arms and raised his head, as if embracing the entire sky.

His hair was fluttering, and the scars on his eyes were also bleeding from the outburst of emotion, staining his cheeks like drops of blood and tears.

He closed his eyes and said to Fury:

"Give up decently, we lost, stop struggling, don't do more wrong things, let Mason and his righteous teacher laugh at us, and keep the last dignity as the echo of the one you used to go to the end.

There is no heaven left for us.

You and I will meet in hell, where a trial has been waiting too long, and those who died because of us are our judges.

I'm just going first, Fury. "

"Launch program terminated! Fuck! Stop it! Bastard! You are not allowed to be a deserter! It's not over yet, come back to me! Steve!

I command you, come back!

Mazefak!

you give me back"

Old A's tune-changed roar came from another moment in the communication.

But his shouting couldn't change the ending, and the blue killing plume shot out from the star trail, like a waterfall of light flowing from heaven or hell.

In the last second communication, he said to Old A:

"I wanted to tell you a long time ago, you look so stupid when you swear."

Steve Rogers, who was sitting on the mechanical ejection chair, was enveloped by this deadly thing of destruction, like a stone going upstream, flashing a few times before being completely swallowed up.

"beep"

The communication signal was disconnected, and the projection in front of Old A also collapsed. He grabbed the instrument at hand and glanced at it, which represented that the life signal of Steve Rogers had been extinguished.

That meant the departure of the last friend who had accompanied him until now.

Instead of dying in war or attack, he chose to kill himself in an indescribable way.

Old A felt dizzy for a while.

He took a step back and fell on his chair.

He knew that everything was out of control, that his assassination plan had failed, and that nothing could stop Mason Cooper and his cause from being pushed to the final step.

His fingers began to convulse, followed by his stomach and heart, as if a pair of invisible hands strangled his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

He knows the feeling.

This feeling is called fear.

A fear he had never felt seized him.

Let him finally wake up from the illusion of controlling everything, and then sadly find that he is still just the mortal who was helpless in the face of the shock.

He did many, many bad things in order to survive or something.

Now, come retribution.

The name of this retribution is Old K