Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 724 22. It's really great to return to the craftsman spirit from the counterfeit dealer

Mason teleported out from the burned underground on a Mobius chair. The sun was just right at this time, and the time pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon. The entire City of Hope had been put under martial law by the conquerors of the sixth sequence, because of the cooperation of the garrison troops. The whole process went very smoothly, and after the first round of confrontation, no dangerous confrontation broke out.

The windbreaker swished and landed in front of Mason at supersonic speed. A classic superhero landed and shattered the stones on the ground.

He got up and nodded to Mason, saying:

"Those envoys you left behind have begun to be sent back to their respective garden worlds, using the sixth-sequence and second-sequence world transmitters.

But some of them still want to see you again. "

"This shows that everything is fine, but I guess I don't have time to chat with them about the future. Whether it's imagining the ruling model of the next era or simply exploring the tone, there will be someone who will talk to them slowly about those things. pull."

Mason sat on the mechanical chair and turned his head to glance at the countdown timer floating above the armrest. About four days later, the out-of-control rift leading to the Doujie would open, and he had to make all preparations before that.

The chief captain already had a premonition that he would end all of this there, no matter it was good or ugly, whether it was satisfactory or regrettable.

"Is old Luther all right?"

He raised his head and glanced at Feng Yichao, and asked:

"Did Ronan make things difficult for him?"

"No, the Kree behaved very well. Becca and Kirk are by Luthor's side, so there won't be any problems."

Trench coat super this will also relax.

He hung by Mason's mechanical chair, looking at the municipal robots that were picking up the wreckage on the ground in front of him. These guys had been manipulated and taken over by Brainiac Jr. as part of maintaining order in the city.

After a few seconds of silence, the Superman, who had never spoken his name but only his code name, suddenly said to Mason:

"Thank you."

"Um?"

The captain looked at him in surprise and said:

"Why did you say that suddenly? I don't think you're the kind of guy who would thank others casually. The part of you that belongs to the warrior in your bones doesn't allow you to be so gentle."

"I'm just telling the truth."

Feng Yichao shook his head, plucked his hair, and said in a low voice:

"Although it seems simple, I know that without your participation, this matter will not go so smoothly. Just disposing of the Iron Tyrant and dealing with Ronan's threat is enough for us to struggle.

More than half of the reason why the sixth sequence is so easy to talk about today is because you suddenly appeared and stood by our side. I didn't really believe in such illusory things as the charisma of a leader before.

But I believe it now.

The temperament in you cannot be called the charisma of a leader, but it has indeed transformed into a real deterrent in this era.

Ronan and his legion and the gang behind him are all afraid of you.

They are afraid that you will interfere with their plans, or even that you will see them as an enemy. Obviously, what you have done before has frightened them.

It's surprising how easily you can let go of a Conqueror sequence, though.

Although I have never been in contact with you, I know those things before, and I know that you are not such a weak person. "

"Because Ronan is not just Ronan, that guy is just the spokesperson who was pushed out."

Mason sighed, sat on the mechanical chair and explained to Feng Yichao:

"The twelve Conqueror Sequences plus the special organization of the Dark Knights formed the backbone of the council's military force. The commander of the first sequence was my sister, who was killed by me.

The commander of the third sequence is my girlfriend's elder. In order to save me and her, he broke with his old friend for many years and chose to commit suicide in the most painful way.

The commanders and institutions of the fourth, seventh and eleventh thirteen lower sequences were all destroyed by me and my friends in the world war.

Queen Gulu of the eighth sequence is my sister's best friend and also my companion and subordinate.

Dr. Halsey of the tenth sequence is barely a fellow.

You see, I actually have connections with most of the conqueror sequences, and I also learned some inside stories from them. The commander of the sixth sequence, Ronan, is the most enthusiastic about forming small groups among all the commanders.

He had also betrayed some low-level council members by forming cliques before. This guy had a bad record in this regard, but he did win over a secret group for himself.

Under the circumstance that Nick Fury, the Chief of the Arbitration Tribunal, was forced to death by me, God Doom disappeared and Tony Zero was executed by me, as long as he wants, he can ascend to the top and rebuild the council system.

But he didn't.

It's not that he doesn't want to, Superman, those forces behind him and around him don't dare to toss anymore, this is also a kind of tacit understanding, right?

They subdued me through Ronan's statement, and expressed with this humility that they would no longer interfere with the New Utopia plan and even fully assist.

I can't kill them all, can I?

Although I have such a plan, but if I do, many people will die

It is not a wise choice to provoke a war because of some personal thoughts and actions at a moment when hope has been seen and the next era can be touched. "

"So you're going to let them go?"

Feng Yichao snorted and said:

"Judging by your standards, those guys are all sinful, and you won't be wronged if you kill them ten times. In the end, you still backed down, which made your image in my eyes worse."

"I'm not giving in, I'm just changing the way."

Mason shook his head, rubbed his eyebrows and said:

"There are also a lot of people in my camp who are very good at using insidious tricks to clamp down and weaken the opponent. They are good at this and they don't have much in common except for survival.

Once the shock of threatening existence has passed and entered the beautiful next era, they will inevitably fall apart for one reason or another and eventually part ways and even become enemies with each other.

I can list at least half a dozen guesses for that situation without even thinking about it.

Although I don't care about the distribution of rights in the post-disaster era and I am not interested in joining it, but we are all brothers who have carried guns in the trenches, and they all risked their lives to help each other in the fusion war. pity.

You see, this involves another problem, Superman, let me ask you, how can two people who have their own ghosts and plan to break up and divide their luggage maintain unity as much as possible? "

"Use ideals? Set rules?"

Feng Yichao frowned and thought for a moment, then said:

"It seems unlikely, after all, morality can only restrain the individual and power can turn the wise into belligerent fools."

"Ideals can't do this kind of thing. After all, everyone needs to eat and drink water. You can't live by ideals alone. And the rules will always be broken one day, especially in an era when a whole new universe is waiting to be developed."

Mason manipulated the mechanical chair to levitate, and said to the windbreaker beside him:

"But there is one thing that can make our own people temporarily let go of their enemies!

I don't ask for how long this trick can maintain peace, at least it will not be too late for everyone to break up after building a reasonable framework for getting along in the next era.

And Ronan and his friends were able to draw a bottom line for my friends to maintain unity after I left.

Without enemies, even the most stable alliances will collapse.

But the samurai don't point their swords at each other until the common adversary is dealt with. Ah, thinking about these damn questions gives me a headache, but I can't really put it aside and let things go to the worst . "

"Sounds bad."

The windbreaker shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Old Luther must be interested in this."

"So you think I said those words to you just now?"

Mason rolled his eyes, knocked on the armrest of the mechanical chair, and said:

"How about a little self-knowledge about your IQ ceiling? Tell your adoptive father what I just said, and he'll understand.

Speaking of which, why do you have a bad relationship with old Luther?

You don't hate him, do you? "

"It's nothing."

Windbreaker sighed and said:

"When the old guy raised me, he kept telling me that my strength and potential would be the hope of uniting the world, and he saw me as the future of human evolution.

However, one day after I had formed this knowledge, he told me that he had already deciphered the message on my baby spaceship.

I was not born in the blood of a hero. My father was the tyrant of Krypton. It was his willful actions that directly led to the destruction of Krypton. He personally destroyed his own people.

I'm the descendant of a war lunatic who ruined his world, and I've definitely inherited that brutal gene.

Luther gave me a lofty ideal, and shattered him with my own hands.

Although it turned out that it was just a means by the old Luthor to prevent me from being brainwashed into a tool person by President Amanda Waller with the words of heroes and guardians.

but you know what?

that feeling

The feeling of being lied to by the man you see as your father. "

"I don't know, sorry, I'm an adopted son like you, and my father who is a gangster obviously doesn't have the old Luthor's leisurely instilling ideals and goals in me, such exaggerated to illusory things.

He likes to play boxing games with me the most, the kind where I play as a punching bag.

I was beaten into the hospital three times by my adoptive father before I was ten years old, I guess this is not a small record in other places, but in the city where I grew up, I was already considered a relatively 'happy' kind of kid up.

After all, my adoptive father left me an 'iron job' as a low-level mafia boy in the gang, even though I was opened by a bastard with a wine bottle on the second day of work.

Before my last birthday, there was no such luxury and refinement of ideals in my life.

So I'm sorry, I can't understand the kind of 'pain' that you, a kid in your thirties, let you have nothing to do with your old father because he ruined your ideals. "

Mason curled his lips and replied in this way, making Feng Yichao's eyes widen, and after a long while of embarrassment, he whispered under Mason's faint gaze:

"Sorry, um, sorry, it looks like you have a much worse life than me."

"Do you think you should apologize to me?"

Mason asked again, Feng Yichao snorted, bent down in the air and accelerated and disappeared in front of the captain. If he stayed here again, he would be embarrassed to use his toes to build a Hanging Garden of Babylon in the air.

"Tch, spoiled and doted Kryptonian kid."

The captain watched Feng Yichao disappear into the end of his field of vision, and made a harsh complaint.

He is going to meet the supreme wisdom on the mothership of the sixth sequence, talk about some unnutritious topics, and reiterate the promise that Ronan's small group will not have to worry about being retaliated by him, lest they suffer from persecution paranoia The dog jumps over the wall in a hurry.

On the way to the Dark Star, the communication of the Mobius chair was connected, and Bate Moss' puzzled voice sounded from it, and the God of Data said suspiciously:

"Why did you stuff me with a weird artificial intelligence? Also, what weird things did you do to the main program of Skynet? Why did this guy cry when he came to me to report?

He kept saying that he was a sinner. "

"Uh, it might be pretending. The Skynet we met is a full-fledged showman, but it might also be that I used too much force. I used the Star Emperor's Heart to help it complete the bio-empathy program, so that it Realizing how badly the things I've done in the past have been life-threatening."

Mason explained and said:

"But now it is your prisoner, remember to lock it up before the era changes, and don't let it out until it is sure that it is no longer dangerous.

How is Uncle Tun doing?

Are you still scolding me? "

"That scolding is too ugly. I never knew that the gods of the universe can be so dirty in scolding. They really don't want a bit of decency."

Batemos made a harsh complaint and said:

"As of today, we have destroyed nearly forty Scavengers hive worlds. The group of ghost pirates under your command are surprisingly enthusiastic about this matter. Not only did they guide the Star Emperor to the next target, they almost never slept.

It seems that you have a bunch of lunatics under your command.

The good news is that at our current pace, we'll probably be able to clear all the nests before the sixth impact.

The bad news is that according to the results sent back by Unicron’s Xinghai probe, the tremors in the depths of the universe are speeding up, the fifth impact will be five days later, and the sixth impact will be ushered in a week at most.

I personally have a guess that if the situation continues to deteriorate, there will be no seventh shock, and the sixth shock will directly trigger the collapse of the entire cosmic system.

Whether the cosmic egg can be formed depends on the next period of time.

In other words, we will be able to reach the node between the old era and the new era in half a month at most, and whether we can survive until the next era and become a legend depends on this last shiver. "

"Well, I already know."

Mason let out a long breath. He saw another communication signal flashing, and said to Buttermos:

"Uncle Tun, please be prepared, he may be required to solve a problem in a few days."

"Aren't you afraid that he will kill you the moment he escapes?"

Batemos was shocked for a while, Mason curled his lips and said:

"That's just a backup plan. It's for the last resort. Of course, it's just right if you don't need Uncle Tun. Well, I won't tell you anymore. There is still a communication here."

He reached out to switch the communication frequency band, and the big face of engineer Mason, stained with engine oil, was projected in the next instant. He was standing in the cabin of the Iron Emperor's mechanical ship, with various instruments behind him. Other Masons Just like a big move, he is directing various types of Mark Armors to walk around in it.

"Hey, Mason, we have a room for you."

The engineer waved a big wrench and said:

"This cool spaceship will belong to us in the future. After everyone voted and agreed to call it 'Family', it has exactly sixteen decks, and one deck per person can leave six floors as a public test area.

Need us to help you clean up?

I guess you don't have much time to come and decorate it yourself, why don't you let Harley and Quinn come over to give you an idea? "

"When is this, are you still in the mood to decorate the house?"

Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"In less than five days, I will go to the Doujie for the final battle. When the time comes, you will go with me. I guess this time we will fight in groups, so prepare everything you can.

If you can get through it smoothly, after we finish the last journey, I will take you to another place to open your eyes.

Haven't you guys always wondered which bastard sent us here?

There will be an answer soon. "

"Yo, this feeling is good!"

The engineer laughed and said:

"No problem, it's up to us, five days, right? You just watch it, let's see if my brothers will make you a doomsday war arsenal.

Oh, by the way, the upgraded Supreme Arsenal is ready, come and pick it up when you have time.

It is full of genuine cosmic artifacts.

We finally don't have to be counterfeit dealers in the future. "