Volume 8: The Fourth Impact Chapter 53: Time is running out, so bring some powerful things to the battlefield
In the medical room of Osborne Tower, after the old Green Goblin left, the atmosphere in the room became so depressing that it was hard to breathe.
The mutants of Utopia came here in desperation to seek support, but the cold response they received was hard to accept.
The seriously injured Cyclops lay on the hospital bed like a lost soul, allowing several medical bionic workers to clean his wounds. After dozens of seconds of silence, the few mutants who could still move struggled to get up.
“We want to go back!”
The second generation Thunderbird said in a mute voice:
“Even if we can’t bring back reinforcements, we have to return to our own world and fight those guys to the end. Others are still fighting, and there is no reason for us to stay here and survive.
The Knight X, whom we had placed high hopes on, was unwilling to even show up, and just sent a servant to send us away .
Tsk, I knew these clones were not trustworthy at all!"
"Shut up and lie back down."
Cyclops said weakly, but the wounded soldiers didn't listen.
They stubbornly pushed away the medical android who was trying to stop them and were about to leave, but just as they reached the door, the tightly closed door was pushed open, and Mason, who they scolded as untrustworthy, appeared in front of them.
The mutants gathered behind Mason also widened their eyes at the seriously injured guys, and they immediately realized that they had misunderstood the honorary knights of the X royal family.
"Has Utopia's front been breached?"
Mason stretched out his hand and mobilized the blood in the bodies of several wounded soldiers in front of him to flow backwards, causing them to collapse to the ground and be dragged back to the bed by the medical bionic man. He walked to Cyclops, held down the man who wanted to get up when he heard the sound, and picked up the medical box on the table next to him and began to give him first aid.
He glanced at the miserable condition of Cyclops Prime and said softly:
"Where is your Phoenix Force? Was it taken away by Madeline?"
"Um."
Prime Cyclops, who had interacted with Mason before, did not hide his sadness. He said in a hoarse voice:
“Not only me, but all five members of the Phoenix Group are the Red Queen’s targets.
The White Queen and Namor had been defeated and captured. I broke out and escaped under the instructions of Mister Sinister. Mysterio and Colossus were protecting Professor Prime, but when we left, the invaders had already entered the capital.
It took us three days to get here after traveling through the Eye of Time and Space, and we don’t know what the situation is like over there.”
"The fact that you have come to me on your own initiative shows that the situation has indeed gotten to a certain extent."
Mason picked up the bandage and skillfully wrapped it around Cyclops' shoulder. He asked:
"But why did the situation take a sudden turn for the worse? If it was just a siege by two Conqueror Orders, the power of the X Royal Family would not have led to such a collapse. Was there a traitor?
Or is there any unexpected situation?"
"Both. First, the Sentinel Corps rebelled."
Cyclops sighed and said:
"I don't know where the God Lord Doom got the identification code from, and used it to modify the mother program of the Nimrod-class Sentinel, causing us to be attacked from all sides.
There has been no news since Emperor Apocalypse went to restart the mother nest.
In addition, the Skrulls we captured at your reminder are not the only lurkers in Utopia. The Council secretly created a new generation of clones based on the information from the Weapon X project, and they are hiding among us.
The members of Council X were hunted down and backstabbed by them, making it almost impossible to form an effective command.
The Conqueror's Eighth Sequence Iron-Blooded Warriors released the alien legions in their hands. The monsters in the star sea used the mutant's genes to evolve into special X-evolved bodies.
They reproduced too quickly, and the combined efforts of several parties caused several fronts to collapse quickly, and the entire situation turned around in an instant.
We were forced to release large groups.
But he went to fight Doom and was never heard from again.
Mason, the professor has predicted the destruction of Utopia. We don't ask you to help us turn the tide, but the civilians who were not sent out before the collapse were innocent.
Please...
No, please save them, they are your compatriots."
"I'm a clone."
Mason completed the emergency bandage on Cyclops. He took out a special potion and applied it to Cyclops' blinded eye so that the latter would not have to endure the heart-wrenching pain.
He whispered:
"I know everything you did to the mutant clones of the first sequence. You participated in the subsequent upgrades of the Weapon X project. You improved the project so that the clones could no longer escape the control of the Council.
You transformed Madeleine and made her hate you.
I don't know why you did this, but perhaps this result was already doomed at that time.
They invited me to join them in their vengeance, and their vengeance was burning so fiercely that, to be honest, Scott, I had no idea what reason I should have to stop them.
Mutants are truly my people.
But so are clones."
"Do you want me to convince you?"
Prime Cyclops smiled bitterly and said:
"My memory has also been modified, and I don't know more about those things than you do, but one thing is certain, the intervention in the Weapon X project is not what you think.
We really want to help them!
The professor may be able to tell you the specific situation. He is the only one who knows the whole truth besides Madeline and Mr. Sinister who is in charge of the project.
But even if we are wrong, civilians are always innocent.
They were brought together from various worlds to live in Utopia for so many years in peace. All they wanted was a life without being disturbed by accidents.
Mason!
Isn't this your wish too?
Help them, please, you are the only one I can think of who can save the situation now, I know this will disrupt your plan, but..."
"My mere presence in front of you represents my decision."
Mason reached out and interrupted Cyclops's pleas, saying:
"I will go to Utopia, but there are only six hours left before the impact begins. I must return before that time arrives. Just as you have a responsibility to your people and your homeland, I cannot let my companions and allies go through this alone.
You helped us.
It is therefore imperative that we give back and provide assistance at this time.”
Hearing these words, Cyclops' tense body suddenly relaxed. The blind mutant commander held Mason's hand tightly but could not utter a complete word of thanks.
"You are badly injured. Lie down and rest."
Mason wiped the blood off his fingers, injected Cyclops with a sleeping pill and turned to look at the other people in the ward. Everyone who was awake was looking at him.
"I've only been to Utopia once, so I'm not familiar with it."
The captain said to them:
"If you want to rescue more people, you need a guide. I guess you all know what it means to return to the war zone in this situation, so I won't force any."
"Shua"
All the people who could still move stood up in unison, even the Red Devil with a broken leg wanted to get up. One could only sigh at the surprising unity of these Utopian mutants in this regard.
"That's enough."
Mason pointed out ten people and gave them quick recovery potions. He looked at his watch and said:
"We'll leave in twenty minutes. I have to go get some stuff ready. Someone will bring you weapons and supplies."
After saying that, he turned around and left without any hesitation. When he returned to his arsenal to select the equipment for this trip, everything he needed was already prepared.
With an entire manufacturing group at his disposal, he has many options for combat readiness.
"Look at this thing, a replica of leech potion!"
Alchemist Mason climbed out of the suitcase factory carrying several boxes, displaying the new gadgets he had made during this period in front of Mason.
Pointing to the most common one, he introduced it to him:
"Although we haven't gotten the genuine leech serum, through the research on the X gene and the biological knowledge I got last time to disrupt the X gene fragment, I made this mutant-killing potion for you.
It takes effect instantly, comes with severe paralysis and weakness, and can disrupt the X gene for at least twenty minutes. The best part is that it won't cause long-term effects on the gene.
We conducted experiments on three prisoners we had, and we can say that there were absolutely no side effects.
I have commissioned engineers to make them into injectable bullets, and there will be enough for you to fight this battle."
"very good."
Mason picked up a bullet and looked at it in his hand. There was no need to doubt the efficacy of the medicine. Level 10 alchemy was enough to guarantee that "the medicine would cure the disease."
"But this thing can only be used against low-level mutants at best. Not to mention the Omega-level guys, even the Alpha warriors are unlikely to be hit by the bullets."
The subject glanced at the alchemist and said:
"If you have something better, show it to us now, don't keep us in suspense."
"Then please allow me to introduce you to 'Anti-Mutant Fear Gas'!"
The alchemist took out a grenade-shaped device from another box, shook it vigorously in his hand a few times as if shaking a cocktail, and threw it to Mason.
“The principle is exactly the same as the replica leech potion. The only difference is that I used my superior alchemy skills to perfectly combine it with the fear gas.
By exhaling gas, it can be effective in a large area. In addition to the original disruptive ability, it also has a great fear effect.
Certain substances added to the Joker gas allow it to directly target the pituitary gland to produce fear secretions, and to some extent it can even bypass psychic defenses and take effect by force.
You have to use this stuff with caution though, it is not so harmless, if you inhale too much at once it can leave permanent physical damage to the target.
But considering that the first-order conquerors will definitely not retreat obediently, I estimate that the number of them making appointments with psychologists will increase significantly.
We also commissioned engineers to create grenade and hand grenade models that can be used without the need for special launchers.”
Mason was still not very satisfied with this thing.
He shook his head and said:
"I need something more powerful, Alchemist. You know what I mean. I may have to face a Council member who is stronger than Brainiac this time.
Although I don't understand what the God Lord Doom wants to do by staying in Utopia, if I want to retreat safely, I must have a guarantee that can be effective in any situation.
Is there any progress in the research of Golden Sentinel Serum?"
"I figured you'd ask about this, so I brought this for you."
Alchemist Mason opened the last small box, pointed at the tube of silver potion inside as if showing off a treasure, and said to Mason:
"The sample that is closest to success in the first phase of the research project is what I call the 'Million Stars' trial version. After drinking it, it can open a door to the void dimension in your body, allowing you to instantly gain the energy of the Sentinel.
But I don't recommend you actually give it to other people to drink.
It's just simulating the sentinel force.
We have not yet found a way to safely activate that 'Gate of Power', which results in the tearing force it creates when it opens being able to instantly disintegrate you to the atomic level.
As you can tell from my description, this thing is specially made for your situation. No one else has the water man ability to reconstruct their body after it explodes.
Even Wolverine can’t handle it.”
The subject Mason frowned, he reached out and took out the tube of silver injection solution and shook it in front of his eyes.
He could clearly see a small crystal slightly larger than a hair suspended in the center of the potion, and he roughly guessed how the alchemist had made it.
At present, it is just a simple activation and reuse, using the Golden Sentinel Serum crystals as a power stimulant.
Mason held the potion, and soon an information label popped up:
"Million Stars" pilot injection
Quality: Legendary Alchemical Item, Immortal Craftsmanship
Effect:
Injecting the potion and activating its effect will establish a temporary connection between the user and the "nothingness" plane, allowing the user to receive an infusion of energy from millions of stars.
The effect lasts for thirty minutes, and when the user's physique is not strong enough to withstand the energy blessing, the consumption of effective substances will be accelerated.
warn!
The item's effects are incomplete, and will have unknown effects on the drinker's body and mind.
warn!
When this item is activated, it will cause uncontrolled energy and excessive stress on the body, so it is not recommended for people with weak constitutions.
hint!
The maker has added stabilizers to this item to ensure that the user's vital signs are stabilized in extreme situations, but the maker has left a disclaimer that it is not responsible for a series of extreme situations that may be caused by the use of this item.
Producer: Mason McGuck Cooper
Item Description: Ever heard of Russian roulette? This thing in your hand is the alchemical version of roulette, and it's an upgraded version that has six bullets loaded and bets on misfires.
"Do I really need this injection?"
The subject rubbed his aching brow and said:
"What the hell is this 'unknown influence'? Does it mean that if I use it, there is a chance that I will develop a dark side personality like the Sentinel?"
“It can only be said that there is a certain probability.”
Alchemist Mason stroked his chin and said:
"This thing is for you to use in extreme situations. I have tried my best to minimize its negative effects. Time is still a bit tight. If you can wait until I make the genuine Philosopher's Stone before mixing the potion, then the situation will undoubtedly be much better.
My advice is to avoid using it if possible.
If it doesn't work, just inject it and blow up everything in front of you! Come back after you're done. The emergency technician and I have prepared a treatment plan for you. We will definitely not let you die or go crazy.
Oh, by the way, the jeweler asked me to bring this to you."
Alchemist Mason took out a small velvet bag from his pocket and threw it to Mason, who took it in his hand, opened it and took a look, then pursed his lips and picked up an irregular orange crystal from it.
This thing looks like a newly formed gem, and liquid energy can be seen flowing beneath its translucent shell.
"One-time Infinity Gems Prototype!"
As Mason picked up the gem, the jeweler's clone's tired voice sounded in his mind, explaining:
"When you decided to get involved, I knew you had to use this thing. I just cut it and haven't had time to test its properties.
The power may be unstable, but it should not fail.
You can throw them all at once like bombs, or combine them to use them in the same way as the Infinity Gauntlet.
I commissioned a mechanic to make a transformable mechanical infinity glove for you. You can do the inlaying yourself. The only thing you need to pay attention to is that once this thing is activated, it will only be effective for fifteen to twenty minutes.
Don't do stupid things like snapping your fingers with it, that's the most unimaginative way to use it."
"Subject? Can you hear me?"
Just as the jeweler finished speaking, the voice of the enchanter Mason rang out again through the disposable mind gem in Mason's hand. He said:
"You're going to face the Phoenix Force again this time, right? In your power armor cockpit, the tailor has sewed you a special cloak made of N-metal threads, modeled after the Isu Shroud, mixed with some impure X-metal.
The inscription master and I just enchanted the anti-Phoenix cloak. It is a special energy inscription that we researched.
It was made based on the way the Phoenix Force works. Since there are no test samples, its effectiveness cannot be fully guaranteed, but it should be useful.
Please remember to give us a trial report when you come back so that we can do subsequent upgrades.
The tailor is very tired and has gone back to rest. He asked me to tell you not to die there, because we are waiting for you to do field tests on new products for us next time."
"You bastards, can't you say something soft?"
The subject Mason throws the disposable Infinity Stone into the bag and complains:
"You're obviously worried about me. I won't laugh at you if you tell me straight, but...thanks, assholes. I'll be back with the trial report you need."
"Oh, you have to trust our handcuffing skills. This time it will be a punishment, nothing serious will happen, don't worry."
The alchemist laughed and patted Mason on the shoulder to hide his embarrassment. He winked and said:
"We are just expressing our concern for you in our own unique way. Don't you want to say thank you to us?"
"Thank you sister!"
The subject pushed the guy's hand away in annoyance, put the medicine in front of him into his bag, and said with a sigh:
"You better hope these disposable crap you made actually work and I don't have to be carried back in a box, but... thanks, assholes."
"Hey, that's good."
