Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 51: These stars will be everywhere. Little Fengxian, it's hard for you to last seventeen years, Warlock
"Why is this Yamozhu this color? It feels weird."
At the top of Gotham City's cosmic tuning fork, Mason looked at Amozo who had landed here in an invincible manner. He stared at the golden "limited skin" on the latter with strange eyes, turned his head to look at the master and asked:
"From my memory, Yamozhu seems to be silver-gray? Did your animal eat something strange and mutated?"
"First of all, Amajor is not a pet of mine, but a prisoner that the Justice League is responsible for guarding."
Batman, with his cloak wrapped around his body, observed the battlefield with a telescope. He was very satisfied with the overwhelming combat power displayed by Golden Amojo.
The latter had broken War Thor's neck in just a few minutes, absorbed the opponent's Mjolnir to upgrade his superpowers again, and is now fighting a long-haired, brown-skinned Captain Marvel.
There is a Captain Marvel logo on its golden chest, which means that Amajor has copied Captain Marvel's super powers.
This war is about to come to an end. As for those cleansers, there is no need to worry. The Amozo seems to have used a trick similar to Doomsday to release invisible biological spores. Whenever they come into contact with the enemy, they will drain the opponent's vitality to temporarily strengthen themselves. This makes this strange Amozo not afraid of group battles at all.
The more people there are, the stronger it is.
The master put down the telescope and explained to Mason:
"Before 'you' showed up, Amajroth was one of the Justice League's greatest enemies. After being created by Luther using alien technology, it has forced us into desperate situations many times.
As for the golden transformation, it was the change after it was sent to Apokolips during Darkseid's invasion last time and returned.
No one knows what happened to Yamozhu, but it seems to have evolved to the next stage of mechanical life. It already possesses all the superpowers on this earth and even in Apocalypse, and now it is absorbing superpowers from other worlds.
This will make it even more powerful, until it is unstoppable."
"Then here comes the problem."
Mason pushed the frame on his nose and asked in surprise:
"Such a powerful Amajor is capable of destroying the Justice League head-on, right? How did you imprison it? Do you have any secret weapons to deal with Amajor?"
"Not really. We contained it without even a fight."
The master shook his head and said:
“‘Imprisonment’ is just my way of saying it.
In fact, after returning to Earth from Apocalypse, Yamozhuo has shut down on its own initiative. Even in the current combat, it still has not activated its main control program.
This is just the battle program in effect.
It is self-contained and does not communicate with the outside world.
No one knows what happened to Amojo, but it is very dangerous. If it gets out of control, the consequences will be unimaginable. If it is not an emergency, I will not release it. "
"Could it be that Darkseid did something to it?"
Mason said this as a guess, but the next second, he saw two crimson Omega rays burst out from Amozo's mechanical eyes, turning strange routes in the air and accurately hitting the Conqueror Minotaur who was trying to sneak attack him from behind.
The latter turned into ashes without a sound, leaving only a magma axe spinning and smashing into the ground.
"Well, it can use Omega rays to prove that it also copied Darkseid's power. It shouldn't be Uncle Da who tampered with it. Maybe we can ask Bartmos for help after the war.
They are experts in giving robots medical treatment.”
Mason said before looking back at the cosmic tuning fork at his feet.
He squatted down and placed his hand on the leaning tower-like golden building under his feet. This thing was the outer shell of the cosmic tuning fork, and inside it there was a very sophisticated and special structure that went beyond ordinary engineering concepts.
Even the Moubis Chair's almost infinite computing power cannot analyze how this thing works. It is like an incomprehensible technological black box.
But fortunately, the super cool character card still did not disappoint Mason. Although the snowflake-like phantom similar to interference also appeared, it still presented the information label of this thing to Mason:
Cosmic tuning fork: Multiverse material balance and communication device
Quality: Engineering cosmic artifact, immortal craftsmanship
Effect: Inputting the correct instructions causes the cosmic tuning fork to emit special vibrations, thereby performing effects such as communication, blockade, resonance, destruction, and transmission on a single or multiple planes.
When you have enough positive matter energy, you can communicate with the goddess of creation and the descendants of gods through the cosmic tuning fork.
hint!
Because the user's current universe is in a special state, this function is temporarily unavailable.
Creators: Manov the Observer, Mobius the Anti-Observer, Alpheus the World Forger
Item Description: As you can see, this awesome thing is just a microphone used by the "Gods" to speak to the multiverse. In fact, when you see more, you will understand that the so-called "cosmic artifacts" are just that kind of cool. Take the Ultimate Eraser for example, that thing is actually a lighter...
What I mean is, when you become a true god, even your used underwear will become a cosmic artifact. Speaking of which, I just changed my underwear, do you need it?
"Damn, stop being so familiar, okay? We haven't gotten to that point yet."
The description of today's items left Mason speechless.
He admitted that the bastard's explanation of the cosmic artifact made a lot of sense, but who the hell wants your used underwear! Get out of here, you powerful super pervert!
Mason pulled his fingers away in disgust, and under the master's surprised gaze, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his palms, as if he had touched something dirty.
At this moment, a loud bang sounded from the front. Mason and the master looked up and saw a familiar stream of magic light rushing from the ground to the sky and then quickly spreading out to include an area.
"Mirror dimension... the warlock is coming! This battle should be over."
Mason let out a breath.
He knew that it must be the Swordsman and the Hunter who were blocking the Warlock. The confrontation between the three big guys forced the Warlock to open the mirror dimension to avoid accidentally hurting his fellow Cleaners and Conquerors.
The captain threw a signpost to the master behind him and said to him:
"Use it to guide the cosmic treadmill's hyperspace teleportation, Bruce! Little Flash will send reinforcements back soon. There's no need to worry about Amajor here, but there's none elsewhere.
You know what to do. ”
"What about you?"
The master put away the beacon and asked a question. Mason flipped over and jumped off the towering cosmic tuning fork, and shouted to Batman in the air:
"This is a big event for the Star Club, of course I have to participate, don't come! This has nothing to do with you."
"Ugh!"
Amid shouts of joy, the burning Harley motorcycle whizzed over and accurately caught the falling Mason in mid-air. Harley, riding in a fancy way, gave him a passionate kiss. Behind the burning motorcycle, all members of Team K were rushing towards the place where the battle had started.
Including Selina, Damian, Two Barrels and Barbara.
The most important people in these masters' lives are also members of Team K. As Mason said, they cannot miss this great day when the stars will change and the dynasty will be changed.
What's more, there are five exhausted A-level teams fighting against the warlock's guards. They must take part in such a big event. There are not many opportunities to kick the can down the fallen dog.
"Bruce..."
A hoarse voice called from behind.
The master suddenly turned around and saw the old man shooting out the flying claw gun and jumping onto the cosmic tuning fork, while in the air there was a subdued clown dragon carrying Aunt Martha and falling from the sky.
The usually indifferent master felt nervous, uneasy and uneasy at this moment.
But he knew that he had to complete this conversation with these two closest strangers.
…
“Beep, beep, beep”
Mason had just used the Black Death Sword, Ragnarok Spear to smash the head of the witch Agatha, who had been stabbed twice by Ertong, when the flip phone in his pocket rang.
He took out his cell phone, looked at the number and frowned.
While taking a step back, V, who had changed into a new body, immediately stepped forward with a knife to fill the position, and a stalemate broke out between him and the Dark King who was trying to sneak attack Mason.
Amidst the chaos and endless infighting among the Star Society, and with Harry gritting his teeth and grabbing the X-metal hammer to smash the head of the white-robed Saruman, Mason answered the phone.
"Hello? Who is this?"
He held the pistol and kept shooting to create opportunities for his companions, while asking in a gentle tone:
"I don't remember saving this number, so let me guess, you got my contact details from some guy? Stranger, mind you.
Be nice to my friends, or I'll be mad at you."
In response to Mason's threat, the caller gave a hoarse laugh and said:
"Isn't it a bit rude to say this to someone who just killed me once before?"
"Um?"
Mason raised his eyebrows at this familiar voice and said:
"Devouring? Brother A? You're not dead. I knew that the perfect host of the enhanced Blacklight virus wouldn't die so easily. Tell me, why did you call me?"
“Two things!”
The A-level member of the Star Club "devoured" Alex Mercer. The guy Mason called A-brother was not ambiguous and said directly on the phone:
"First, return my bones to me! Those bones contain biological information of all life in my destroyed world. It is a mobile biological sample library. You'd better not destroy it, otherwise there is no need for us to talk."
"That thing is in my hand. Since the situation is urgent, I won't ask why. What's the second thing?"
Mason asked again, and this time Brother A's voice was a little hesitant.
He said:
"Do you have the agent of Red of All Living Things in your hands?"
"You mean Leopard Girl?"
Mason said doubtfully:
"She should be here. She should not be dead yet, but she is definitely being tortured. What do you want?"
"Leave her here, and we'll find a time to talk later."
Brother A did not answer the reason, but changed the subject and said:
"I devoured Amanda Waller. Now I have control over the last secret Cadmus Project of the A.O.L.D. Society. I don't know if you know the inside story of this matter..."
"I have seen some clues in the master's database. It is said that the authorities secretly collected the genetic samples of all superheroes and cloned some very strange life forms to curb the development of superheroes."
Mason said:
"Any world with superheroes has similar plans. I don't even need to know the full content. Just tell me what you want to do."
"Okay! Then listen carefully."
Alex said in a deep voice:
"The Warlock asked me to release these cloned heroes to join the Cleaners and Conquerors, but I plan to dig a trap for them and lure them to the location of the Cadmus Project and kill them there.
I will also fight here to the end and be your ally.
In addition, I tricked Lex Luthor's Legion of Doom into coming here, and they are all under my control now. And the Deathstroke Legion you sent to hunt them down has also been trapped in the Cadmos base.
I will make them obey and help me fight, and I will help you with all my strength.
The condition is that you have to promise me the two things I said before."
"Bang"
Mason took the time to fire a shot forward, shooting a spellcaster who opened the portal and tried to escape from behind. Amid the blood splattering, he responded:
"First of all, I no longer need your help in this situation, Brother A. We have passed the most dangerous period, and my most powerful companion is rushing to this plane to clean up the mess.
Secondly, are you sure you have complete control over the Legion of Doom?
Do you think I didn't plant spies in it?
There have always been my people in Luther's team since they escaped, otherwise young Luther would not have tracked them down so quickly, so in theory I don't need your surrender and help.
But considering you helped me get rid of that nasty Amanda Waller, it's not off-limits."
The K Corps's chief captain paused and said to the other end of the phone:
"I will not promise you anything, I will not give you any guarantees, Alex Mercer, I demand that you join our camp immediately and kill at least 100 conquerors before the end of the war.
After you achieve this goal, when everything is over, I will give you a chance to confess all your secrets to me. You'd better prepare a manuscript in advance to respond to the questioning.
You know what kind of person I am, so you should know how to gain my trust.
So, deal?"
"Yeah, deal."
Brother A did not refute this ridiculously stingy and harsh term. He knew that he had no bargaining power with Mason now.
After hanging up the call, Brother A threw away the blood-stained phone in his hand and snapped his fingers. Black "biological locks" popped out from the people in a row behind him who were bound. Those little things twisted their bodies like floating tadpoles and returned to Brother A's hands.
He turned his head to look at the young version of Luther and the other members of the Deathstroke Corps who had escaped from the trap, and said:
"I'll give you ten minutes to settle your grudges. Then I 'll lure the conqueror here. Time is short and the task is heavy. Don't hold me back!"
After saying that, Brother A pulled up his hood, turned around and disappeared into the darkness.
The young version of Luther moved his neck. The feeling of being controlled by the strange virus biological lock just now was very bad, but now that the other party has become a companion, Luther has nothing to be afraid of.
He took a loaded pistol from the Deathstroke next to him, and under the gaze of the two Deathstrokes and Deadshot blowing smoke rings, he walked to the other side of the hall of the secret base accompanied by King Shark.
There, the middle-aged version of Leibald, controlled by a biological lock, was staring at his younger self with disgust and resistance.
Next to Raito, the gorilla Grodd, who was also under control, shouted:
"Hey, we're one team, don't shoot!"
The cunning gorilla roared:
"I'm Mason's undercover agent! I'm the one who keeps passing on location information to you."
"Knowing it's you, you'll be fine. Mason is always generous to those who have strayed and come back to the right path."
The young version of Lex Luthor waved his hand, signaling the gorilla to be quiet, then he looked at the middle-aged version of himself in front of him. After staring at each other in silence for five seconds, he said:
"You're not that great either, my other self. I admit that your series of arrangements at the beginning were indeed amazing, but then it took a sharp turn for the worse..."
"If that fool Warlock had given me command of this invasion!"
The middle-aged version of Lai Tu roared with bulging veins:
“How did it all come to this?
I didn't lose to you, I lost to my shameful and arrogant teammates who kept saying that they had a great goal but were so ambitious and incompetent that they were unwilling to delegate any power!
If I had a teammate like Mason Cooper…”
This made the two Deathstrokes who were smoking cigars nearby laugh.
This old Lai is really wishful thinking. If Mason is on his side, why would he fight? With Mason's personality, you don't even need to take action. He can just create a few dangerous situations in your camp and you will be in trouble.
This baldy Lai really has no self-awareness.
Young Lai Tu also laughed. He raised his pistol and aimed at his other self, saying:
"However, you don't have such an ally, and that's your problem! You jumped on a broken ship even though you knew it was a broken ship. You have wisdom, but unfortunately your vision is poor.
But it’s not your fault. I admit that I didn’t win you. It was just because I was lucky.”
"Bang"
The sharp sound of gunfire cut through the hall.
Then a black biological tadpole jumped out and floated into the air and disappeared into the darkness. The young Lai Tu threw away his pistol, patted the dumbfounded old Lai Tu on the shoulder, and said:
"Don't you long for a teammate like Mason? Now you have one... Welcome to the Deathstroke Corps, another me, I urgently need a deputy to help me.
But you are already dead in this world!
Do you understand what I mean? "
