Volume 8: The Fourth Impact Chapter 79: Fate reveals to the brave that a storm is coming. Can the brave be prepared?
In front of the Osborne Tower, the black-haired colonel wearing a hood was looking at the fierce Kree warrior in front of him. He expressionlessly flicked a Philosopher's Stone from his fingers and put it into his mouth. Balls of flame then covered his hands and began to jump.
Seeing the energy surge, the Kree commandos immediately launched a heavy fire attack on the colonel.
But the latter just snapped his fingers lightly, and a terrifying flame overflowed from the friction of his fingers, just like a high-yield bomb exploding and engulfing all the enemies in front of him.
The people who joined the battlefield behind him also took the Philosopher's Stone one after another. Their alchemical power was enhanced at this moment, making this reinforcement force that did not have a numerical advantage instantly have a quality advantage that could not be ignored.
It was just like a sudden explosion, or like in the blink of an eye, an ordinary-looking passerby transformed into a gorgeous Super Saiyan, suddenly becoming so arrogant without any warning.
In their long-destroyed world, the Philosopher's Stone is not just something that can be used to exchange truth and reverse reality, these small blood-red stones are also very dangerous and destructive weapons.
Of course, only alchemists who have mastered the alchemy array have the opportunity to control the energy of the Philosopher's Stone so perfectly.
"Ahem"
The black-haired colonel snapped his fingers again, causing a huge explosion that blew up a Kree assault boat flying overhead. He coughed a few times, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. This scene was immediately noticed by the blond captain who was guarding beside him.
She raised the high-tech grenade launcher in her hand and killed the remaining enemies around her. She then stepped forward to support the colonel and whispered:
"You can't take the Philosopher's Stone anymore. Your previous injuries haven't healed yet."
"But we are needed here."
The colonel glanced back at the fire caused by the attack on Osborne Tower and said:
“Those two brothers are the most outstanding members among us. They are thoughtful and mature beyond their age. If they all believe that Mr. Mason can bring hope to this era, then our fight and even sacrifice here will be worth it.
The Council's advantage is too great.
The secret resistance we support on various worlds cannot accomplish anything on its own, but the cause they are carrying out here can, and the organization that continues to sow chaos will inevitably collapse.
Isn't this also the ultimate ideal for those of us who have lost our homeland, Lisa?"
"If you die, even the ideal experiment will be useless! You incompetent colonel!"
The blonde lady angrily knocked the Philosopher's Stone out of the colonel's hand and shouted:
"I have already lost my hometown. Please, don't let me lose you again."
"How could that be?"
The suppressed colonel said awkwardly:
"I promised to walk you till... huh? It's raining?"
His words were interrupted by the sound of dripping rain, which fell from the smoke-filled sky and soon became a curtain of splashing rain that merged into a whole across the sky above the Osborne Tower.
The sudden raindrops made the battlefield quiet.
But soon the screams of the Kree people were heard from the rain, as if what was falling on these aliens was not raindrops but sulfuric acid.
"It is said that every time Mr. Mason appears, it is accompanied by a rain curtain. It seems that he has finally returned."
Miss Lisa raised her head and let the raindrops fall on her cheeks. She looked at the colonel she was supporting and said:
"You are such a gentle person to use rain as your symbol."
"Mason is back!"
In front of a window in the middle of Osborne Tower, Edward breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the heavy rain falling. Beside him, besides Alphonse who had just fought off a team of Kree assassins, there was a slender woman with black hair who was vomiting blood.
Uh, don't get me wrong.
This was not an injury inflicted in combat, but rather a unique act used to express one's identity.
"Ah, Master, you have traveled to so many worlds, but your old problem of vomiting blood is still not cured?"
Edward helplessly handed a handkerchief to the old lady in front of him. The latter was wiping her mouth beside the corpses of several Kree elites who were knocked down by her fists, and glared at her apprentice who spoke without thinking.
Seeing that the battle was coming to an end, she put her hands on the shoulders of the Elric brothers and asked very intimately:
"So, you two little guys have given up your original oath and are not planning to rebuild our hometown? It seems that you have become the loyal dogs of Mr. Mason Cooper."
"That's not the case, Master."
Edward curled his lips. The little kid flexed his fingers and said seriously:
"We have never given up our ideals, but even if we want to save our homeland, we have to do it in an era of hope, right?"
"Yes, Master."
Alphonse also whispered to the black-haired woman:
"My brother and I have saved up a lot of Philosopher's Stones. According to our calculations, if we have a few more, it will be enough to replace our world.
And it was definitely not obtained through evil means. Mason knew this but he did not stop us.
He has always been a leader with a big heart.”
Hearing the brothers' answers, the alchemist and housewife named Izmi Kadis who liked to spit blood hesitated for a moment. She took the two brothers into her arms like a mother and said softly:
"But you should let it go, children. Listen to me, your hometown is long gone, and even if you bring it back, you can't get back the familiar world and life in your memory.
Those things in the past are not worth lingering on. I know you are all stubborn kids, but you have to learn to let go.
Just as this is the pursuit of hope, how can people who are always immersed in the past create the future? "
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"Get them out as soon as possible and don't waste any more time chasing them!"
The various scattered fronts in Osborn Tower received strong support from the Ronin, which turned the situation around in an instant. Good news came from every front, making Norman Osborn's voice more and more powerful.
The old green devil instructed:
"Once the battle line is secure, return to your respective posts immediately. The 7th, 9th, and 21st Battalions, quickly inspect the energy pipelines at your locations. The bombing by those bastards has reduced the energy transmission efficiency to 87%.
This is totally unacceptable.
In addition, the several legions guarding the world bridge, please increase the firepower intensity. The docking of the continental shelves of the two worlds has been completed, the space folding is in place, and the fusion has reached the final step!
The most important moment is about to come. Life or death depends on this moment. We must not allow these insects to get close to there again!
In addition, our friends in the Lord's World sent us news that Lady Emilia's world was invaded by a jerk called 'Cosmic Overlord Mongo' who organized a group of scoundrels. Those jerks were planning to destroy their world bridge, and the scale of the battle was about the same as ours.
Jack, and Elizabeth, you should bring the main force of the K Corps to help immediately. Incorporate that nasty Spider-Man and your friends into the combat team. Stop jumping around here and making me feel annoyed.
The hyperspace teleporter will be in place in ten minutes. All deployments should immediately report the damage. I will dispatch the android army to fill the gap as appropriate."
A long list of orders was quickly passed down and executed. Under old Norman's command, the entire Osborne Tower control room operated smoothly, as efficient as a perfectly functioning machine.
The offensive of the interferers had entered a stage of visible defeat, and the old Green Goblin, who had been on high alert since the beginning of the battle, could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He took a few steps back and picked up the cup to drink some water, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, a cup of hot tea with a stimulant and a licorice smell was handed to him.
Norman turned around in surprise and saw Mason leaning against a futuristic-looking water dispenser. Mason still had a strong smell of war on him, and it was obvious that he had just escaped from the terrible chaos in the Isu world.
"When did you come back?"
The Green Goblin raised his head and took a big gulp of the hot drink. The stimulant slid into his stomach and made him feel refreshed. He asked casually, and Mason pursed his lips and said:
"When you were commanding the coalition forces to stop the enemy and win a great victory, I was wondering if I needed to take part in the battle myself. But I found that there was nothing I could do here... ahem."
Before he could finish the joke, Mason, who was smiling, started coughing violently. There was a tiny bit of energy running around in his fingers and the corners of his eyes, making it look like the robot had a power leak.
Norman's expression changed slightly and he wanted to reach out to support Mason, but was stopped by the other party.
"It's nothing, it's just that the potion I drank before has some side effects, but I can still hold on."
Mason replied, but the Green Goblin said suspiciously:
"You don't look like you can hold on like this. Are you sure you don't want to take a break? There are still 30 minutes before the cosmic tuning fork is activated. Can you at least get a checkup?"
"I'm a master of alchemy and first aid, don't I know if there's a problem?"
The captain rolled his eyes, accelerated the self-purification of his own water body, and waved his hand at Norman and said:
"I'm going to Attilan City to check on the preparations for the great treasure. You continue to guard here. The support from the Star Society has been distributed to various worlds. In addition, with the addition of the wanderers mobilized by the wizards, the manpower you can mobilize has been fully replenished..."
“Ding ding ding!”
A shrill alarm sounded from the communicator on the main console, followed by Agent Hill's voice:
"The SHIELD world has come under attack, the Asgardians' flank defenses have been breached, and the Shi'ar Empire's fleet has invaded the solar system. We need support here.
Please bring a few Star Destroyers with you!"
"You look busy, I won't bother you."
Mason waved to the old Green Goblin and turned and walked out.
He did not participate in this kind of command and coordination. On the one hand, it was because Norman Osborn was doing a good job and did not need the captain's instructions. On the other hand, it was because Mason's situation at the moment was indeed not right.
As soon as he walked out of the main control room, he covered his waist and abdomen and made a retching gesture. He could clearly feel his stomach churning and he almost fell to the ground in dizziness.
"Huh... Is this thing so powerful?"
He cursed under his breath, resisting the temptation to use water to flash back to the office.
The two clones of the first aid technician and the alchemist were already waiting here. Seeing the main body come back, they didn't say much. They lifted him up and sat him on the Mobius chair to activate the biological treatment module.
"Let me first state that this does not look like the aftereffects of the 'Million Stars' potion."
The alchemist skillfully prepared the healing potion while speaking to the subject who was leaning back in a chair with his eyes closed while receiving an examination from the first aid technician:
"It's been almost six hours since you drank that stuff. If there were any aftereffects, they shouldn't have appeared until now. Moreover, when you reach this level of alchemy, the passive effects related to alchemy on your body are enough to offset any poisoning or weakness to the point where it does not affect your health.
That thing was made by me, it is equivalent to the alchemy you made, it won’t hurt you, at least it won’t put you in such a bad situation.”
"You quack, I didn't say it was you who did it, don't rush to issue a disclaimer."
The subject cursed and reached out to grab a piece of Immaculate Horse Talisman. The effect of this thing is to remove all negative effects caused by external forces on the holder's body.
To put it simply, it means being immune to all diseases and indestructible.
Of course, a horse alone is not enough. To deal with this emergency, we have to use the most outrageous immortal dog among the twelve talismans.
As soon as Mason got the dog talisman that could make people immortal, his weak condition immediately improved a lot. His pale cheeks quickly regained their rosy color, making him sigh that the dog in the Chinese zodiac was really awesome.
"I've checked it out. There are no external or internal injuries. You're as healthy as a calf."
Mason, the first aid technician in a white coat, took off his medical gloves and said in a strange tone:
"Your sudden condition just now was definitely not caused by a disease, but just to be on the safe side, do you want me to give you a more in-depth examination? Check your prostate or something."
"That's enough!"
The subject glared at the paramedic and said:
"You keep talking nonsense all day long. What does this have to do with my kidneys? The Mobius chair has completed the vital information monitoring. Can't you read the medical report it gives?"
"That's what I'm saying."
The paramedic shrugged and whispered:
"Anyway, we've already checked it out, so I'm just asking about your reproductive health. There's nothing wrong with it, so don't react so strongly."
"The third scan is complete. The first passenger's vital signs are stable, the gene sequence is complete, and there are no signs of disease."
The Mobius Chair also made an electronic sound, and said with great certainty:
"This machine believes that your abnormality does not occur at the physiological level. It is most likely caused by some hidden disease caused by mental changes. Based on the life experience of the sentinel, it may be related to 'nothingness'?"
After this truth was spoken, the three Masons present fell silent.
The alchemist and the first aid technician looked at each other. They actually had the same guess in their minds, but they didn't say it out loud. Nothingness, hiss, once you get involved, the consequences will be very troublesome.
But the subject shook his head and said:
"According to our design ideas when making the temporary Sentinel serum, this enhanced drug that only takes effect for 30 minutes is not enough to maintain the long-term connection between the user and the void plane, and naturally it will not give birth to a void spirit body like the Sentinel.
It was originally designed as a short-term enhancer to avoid such extreme situations.
And now I neither hear the dark side of my mind whispering to me, nor do I feel any discordant sounds on the spiritual level, but of course I cannot rule out this possibility."
"After this is over, you will have to undergo Emma's mind-penetration, or have a one-time mind gem cut by a jeweler and have one of us complete a comprehensive mental examination of you."
The alchemist and the first aid technician looked at each other, and he spoke to the main body:
"You can't be complacent about this kind of thing. If nothingness really appears, it must be strangled in the cradle. If it really grows and becomes stronger, you're done for."
"Um."
Mason didn't refuse.
After a moment's silence, he checked the time, grabbed the horse and dog charms, stood up and said:
"I have to go to the cosmic tuning fork. Don't tell anyone else about this. We have finally come this far with so much trouble. Don't add to everyone's pressure with bad news at this critical moment."
A few minutes later, Mason was teleported to the vicinity of Attilan City in the Mobius chair.
The cosmic tuning fork is being debugged, causing the space system near the city floating in the center of the Atlantic Ocean to be disrupted and reorganized, making all means of traveling through space ineffective.
The Moubis chair can only be positioned at the periphery of the chaotic space, and the rest of the way has to be floated over obediently.
"Ding! Space-time disorder warning!!!"
As soon as the mechanical chair entered the space-time chaos zone, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded.
Mason, who was examining something in his hand, suddenly looked up and saw a huge shadow suddenly appear, tearing through the sky.
The familiar fairytale scenery, the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the tower-shaped castle made of huge stones...
The demiplane made of the world fragments where the Star Castle is located is like a trash can thrown out of the house, falling from the sky above the city of Attilan with the precise direction of a falling meteor.
Although the next moment Black Bolt's earth-shaking roar sent a sound wave that could tear the continental shelf into the sky, the entire world's sudden fall still hit the floating city a few seconds later.
The energy shock caused by the collision between the two was like a large nuclear bomb being detonated, breaking into pieces and finally falling into the Atlantic Ocean under Mason's furious gaze.
All the vibrations imposed on the plane by the cosmic tuning fork that had just been adjusted were smoothed out at this moment, just like the climax of a piece of music that was forcibly interrupted and full of regret.
The old Mo in hell retracted his throwing action.
Looking at his own "masterpiece" beyond countless dimensions with satisfaction, Fury, who had been living a miserable life in the office, finally put his heart at ease.
He sat back in his chair, satisfied.
Well, maybe it's time to pop open another bottle of champagne.
