Volume 6: Secret Invasion Chapter 28 Although we are villains, we also have conscience! (Serious face)
Mason was working as a blacksmith in his workshop.
With the Thunder Hammer in his hand, sparks flew with every blow. He was repairing and maintaining several hunter swords in his hand. Ciri was an excellent demon hunter, but the quality of the heritage weapons in her hands was too high, so it was difficult to find a blacksmith who could maintain them perfectly.
Although I cherish these artifacts left by my father every time I use them, it is inevitable that some subtle "hidden injuries" will accumulate over time.
For a blacksmith like Mason who is seeking a breakthrough in his skills, repairing high-grade weapons is also a form of "cultivation", so this wave of free repairs is a win-win situation.
He was busy using the Thunder Hammer to repair the blade of the Sword of the Lady of the Lake. At the other end of the workshop, Thor, the God of Thunder, was drinking a beer and listening to Harley's slightly exaggerated story. She told the story of how Mason got the Thor's hammer in the wasteland and the brotherhood between Thor and Logic in the wasteland in a story-telling way.
She spoke with excitement, and Thor looked pained listening to her.
After the little cutie finished his exaggerated speech, the party god Thor drank a sip of the cosmic brew prepared by Thanos melancholy, turned his head and said to Mason:
"In your hometown, did I really sleep with Loki? And he even died for me?"
"ah?"
Mason, who was immersed in his work, looked up in astonishment, looked at Thor, then looked at Harley who was whistling with her head turned away, and said:
"Don't listen to her nonsense. You and Loki are just brothers. It all started when your father didn't return Laufey's son to the Frost Giants during the expedition.
But in this world, Odin did the right thing and did not try to raise his enemy's son as his own, so nothing like this will happen to you again."
"Well, that sounds much better."
The Party God of Thunder heaved a sigh of relief. Although he and the Frost Giant Prince Loki had a good relationship and they often drank and had fun together, it was still unbearable for them to develop a relationship beyond friendship.
At least I can't get past Sif's level.
The two of them were almost at the stage of discussing marriage, and suddenly finding out that her fiancé was a double-plug would probably drive the more conservative and traditional Valkyrie crazy.
"So, that forging hammer was given to you by my altered time and space body?"
Thor, the king of the party, asked, and Mason did not hide the truth. He patted the black death sword tattoo on his left wrist and said:
"I forcibly broke another decree you made before you died, which caused Thor's hammer to lose its power and can only be used for forging. But to be honest, this thing is really good when it is used as a forging hammer."
As he spoke, he raised the Sword of the Lady of the Lake and skillfully rubbed it with epic sword oil made by alchemy. This blade of the artifact of virtue showed a different kind of colorful brilliance in Mason's hands, and even made a crisp sound when it was swung.
"Look, she's singing."
Mason listened to the pleasant sound of the sword, nodded with satisfaction, and then picked up the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, which had an additional [Thunder Blade] attribute after maintenance, and returned it to Ciri.
The moment the hunter sheathed the sword, dazzling lightning rose from the scabbard. The visible strengthening effect made Ciri blink.
In the spirit of using it to the fullest, she took out many of her spare swords and gave them to Mason for continued maintenance.
The captain shrugged his shoulders and did not refuse the job. This was very different from his usual attitude of seizing the time to get things done. It was as if he suddenly had some free time and was ready to enjoy life at a slow pace.
However, the cruel truth is that the price of the main Mason's idleness is that the twelve water clones are still working day and night in his suitcase factory.
Hypocritical capitalists only exploit the poor, while real capitalists always start their journey of becoming street lamps by oppressing themselves. How can there be any peaceful days?
It's just that the water clones without human rights are carrying the burden forward.
"What is the other law I left on the hammer before I died?"
When Mason picked up the sword "Givielle" that Ciri used more frequently and was about to repair the weapon, Thor suddenly asked another question, causing Mason look up at him in surprise and say:
"You haven't left yet? Do you think it's fun to watch me forging iron? I'm warning you, even though the fragment of the Black Death Sword is dormant, it's eyeing the godhead in you. Be careful or it might bite you."
"I'm far away, I'm fine."
Thor waved his hand, staring at Mason and said:
"Just tell me, I'm very interested in another thing that I was thinking about before I died. According to my estimation, a heroic god like me would not retreat even in the face of death!
So my final decree must be to order Thor's hammer to fight to the very end!
Or I can give it a guarding order, let it inherit my heroic heart, and look for the next hero who is qualified to lift it!"
The party king Lei Shen seems to be a hero who likes YY very much.
He said a lot of nonsense, and after he had bestowed all the good halos on himself, he looked at Mason expectantly, waiting for him to reveal the answer.
The captain hesitated for a moment, and finally decided to tell the truth.
He looked at Thor with a strange look and said:
"Another of your last decrees was to pray to everyone who could read the words of Godhammer to save your brother, Loki. Well, the Prince of Lies over there did die for you."
"It's getting weird!"
Thor screamed in shock and shouted:
"You still say there's no affair between them? I don't believe it!"
"Ah, yes, yes! I guess I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Harley beside him also waved her fist and shouted with shining eyes:
"Given your situation, if you continue like this you will definitely cross the ethical line. I'm not lying to you, am I?"
"Ahem, if you're really bored, why don't you go investigate the Skrulls?"
The two clowns quarreled in the workshop, affecting Mason's forging and repair. He said to Thor, who was drinking heavily:
“Right now, the heroes in Wakanda are all weak and recuperating. There are only a few who can move. You are the strongest among them and can still fly. We also need first-hand information.
You can't just keep drinking and partying here until the war starts, can you?"
"Humph, you're underestimating me, aren't you? I can drink until the world is destroyed!"
The party Thor curled his lips in disdain, but the "ghost story of Thor and Loki" he heard from Mason made him feel uncomfortable. He simply turned around and turned into a ray of thunder and disappeared at the entrance. Soon, a loud explosion with lightning splashed above Wakanda, which was the sound of Thor going to other areas for reconnaissance.
Ciri leaned against the forging table with her arms folded, admiring Mason's work. She said nothing to interrupt the process, but Harley hid in the doorway, looking left and right. She was a little nervous whenever her little sweetheart was alone with this hunter lady.
Long legs, riding boots, silver-haired female boss, etc...
Eh~ It makes me think of some bad things.
"Mason, come to the control room! There's something you need to see."
Nearly an hour later, Mason had just finished maintaining Ciri's weapon and was about to rest for a few minutes before starting his own forging skill upgrade plan when he received a serious communication from Zhang Parker.
Mr. Zhang said to him:
"In addition, Dr. Reed has completed the theoretical construction of the Skrull-specific virus. Black Panther has opened the instruments of the Royal Biological Laboratory to us. Now it's time for your magical alchemy to appear!"
“So soon?”
Mason's eyes widened and he looked down at his watch.
It has been less than five hours since Mr. Sinister took on the research and development task. Mister Sinister had spent several days in Utopia trying to solve the problem, but he solved it in just one-sixth of a day?
Is this the power of a super brain that is so magical that it is almost metaphysical?
With such a feeling of "it's so horrible", Mason took Ciri and Harry and hurried back to the main control room, only to find that a bunch of people were already standing there.
Nick Fury and the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., the leader of the X-Men, the Inhuman royal family, the king and generals of Wakanda, and other leaders of the anti-Skrull coalition have all arrived.
This must be a big deal.
And on the optical projection of the Wakanda supercomputer in front of everyone, there was a guy Mason was very familiar with talking to this group of people.
"Green Goblin?"
Mason stared at the Green Goblin in his prime in this world, who had an almost identical expression to old Norman's, but was younger. The latter did not notice him, but was talking to Black Panther and Nick Fury:
"I'm sure those Skrulls are causing trouble in New York City, and you bastards abandoned the city and left us to take the blame! What a superhero to save the day."
"Cut the crap out of Norman Osborn!"
With his hands behind his back, Fury said coldly:
"Since you took the initiative to contact us, it proves that you can't handle what you found. Tell me! What are the Skrulls doing in New York City?"
"They're installing a weird device."
The Green Devil snorted after being rebuked, and said sarcastically:
"It's a huge instrument. I managed to hack into Spider-Man's 'web' system that monitors New York and confirmed this. Those green-skinned alien bastards took a lot of stuff out of their Queen's flagship and were assembling it in Times Square.
I can't tell what it does.
But I am sure that if that thing is activated, it will definitely cause a very bad situation.
I contacted a group of people in New York who couldn't escape, and now they are hiding in my building and holding out. Those Skrull bastards gave us eight hours to consider whether to surrender.
But they don’t give that time casually.
At their current assembly progress, the device will definitely be activated in eight hours.
So if you superheroes still want to save the world or something, get back here and we can work together to take down that damn machine."
This request for alliance sounded so unreal coming from a super villain that everyone in the control room was skeptical, but Nick Fury replied expressionlessly:
"Keep the communication open and wait for our news. Take good care of your people and don't act rashly."
After saying that, Fury winked at Mr. Zhang, who then cut off the communication and remotely accessed the Spider Web monitoring system he had left in New York City. After adjusting the image, he projected the scene in Times Square at that moment.
It turns out that the Green Goblin did not lie about this matter.
The Skrull Legion that landed surrounded the place layer by layer and built an extremely exaggerated three-dimensional defense line with various war machines.
In the very center of the defense line, there was indeed a large instrument that was being assembled quickly. Its appearance was as tall and sharp as an alien signal tower.
"So, what do you think?"
Fury looked back at the commanders. The gloomy guy might have an answer in his mind, but he now wanted to hear other people's opinions.
Mason shook his head. He was not interested in the decision-making process. This cunning guy must have prepared a set of arguments to convince others to adopt his suggestion.
And given the current situation, there is no other choice left for everyone.
He walked straight to the busy Dr. Reed, who extended his fingers as flexibly as rubber to operate the complex equipment. On the recording board in front of him was a complex molecular formula and synthesis path for a chemical creation.
When Mason looked at it, a line of information popped up on the character card:
"The recipe for 'Anti-Skrull Neurotoxin' is included. The completeness of this recipe is: perfect. It requires Alchemy Lv7 to make."
“So, instead of targeting a gene as a breakthrough, you used a more traditional neurotoxin?”
Mason glanced at Dr. Reed who was finishing up, and said softly:
"Why? We have the original genetic samples of the Skrulls. You can use it to make more powerful weapons."
"The traces of human intervention in their genes, that kind of 'enhancement' will allow them to quickly update their response strategies based on their genetic weaknesses, Mason."
Dr. Reed explained:
"That's why you used instruments that could disrupt their genetic stability twice in a row, but they were ineffective for a long time. Your method triggered the 'self-upgrade' program programmed in their genes.
So if we continue to launch attacks on genes, they will also iterate quickly to resist genetic weapons, which will not be worth the cost.
Believe me.
Neurotoxins that work directly on the Skrulls' cellular structure are much more effective in this regard, and will be enough to kill them all. Also, I designed this, take a look at it."
He handed Mason a doodle-like instrument drawing and explained:
"This is for..."
"Energy weapons that can identify Skrull disguises by projecting short bursts of energy with special particles. No need to explain, Reed. I'm a pretty good engineer.
I can see how it works.”
Mason looked at the ingenious design in front of him, and he had to admit in his heart that the gap in intelligence between himself and Mr. Fantastic was so great that it made him despair.
What did this guy eat growing up? Did he have to drink three bottles of Melatonin as an appetizer for every meal?
What's wrong with this brain!
We all have the same brain structure, and we all have a lot of meat in our brains, so why is your pig brain so good?
"I immediately started working on this resolution instrument."
Mason flicked the drawing in his hand, and took another look at the molecular formula of the neurotoxin listed by Dr. Reed. He pushed the frame of his glasses and said:
"Give me another three hours and I can make a sample of this poison gas."
"Three hours?"
Dr. Reed was shocked.
He knew very well how difficult the molecular formula he designed was.
According to his most optimistic estimate, it would take at least three days to synthesize this ultra-complex liquid toxin in the laboratory, assuming nothing went wrong.
He looked at Mason as if he were a monster.
After a few seconds, he sighed and said:
"Ah, I've always been proud of my intelligence, but I have to admit that you're better than me when it comes to hands-on skills. Is three hours really enough?"
Mason did not answer immediately, but communicated through the connection between his original body and the water clone to Mason No. 5 and Mason No. 11 who had already started preparing materials in the alchemy laboratory of the suitcase factory.
After receiving the confirmation, he said to Dr. Reid:
"If everything goes well, it might only take about a hundred and fifty minutes. I have special techniques to speed up the process."
Seeing the admiration and inquiry that once again appeared on the face of the charlatan, Mason suddenly felt secretly happy.
Oops, did I trick you?
For people with skills, being praised by laymen is not something to be happy about. Only recognition from fellow masters is worth being proud of.
Hey, the charlatan said that I am better than him, which is considered an incredible achievement.
"Mason, we're going back to New York."
Fury's voice sounded from the side, and he said seriously:
"We can't leave that machine alone, and we can't let the Skrulls continue to be so arrogant. Do you want to join us?"
"Four hours later, that's the minimum time it takes for a secret tool to be weaponized."
Mason checked his watch and said:
"You can set off earlier, but you must hold on until this time. The Skrulls will be defeated today, I promise! But, Fury, be careful of Norman."
He rubbed his brows and said:
"I am very familiar with the Green Goblin in another world. If your Norman Osborn has half the strategy of that old guy, then I can be sure that his motive for contacting you is not pure.
In this world, he doesn't even have a son, so it's impossible for him to have any ties or a final conscience. In addition, in the communication, only five of his evil six appeared, and the sixth is still in the mist.
You have to prepare early.”
