"Little sweetheart, you just called him 'Kong Su'?"

Watching the Moon Knight disappear into the World Gate of the Eternal Rock, Hallie blew a bubble and ran up to hold Mason's arm, whispering:

"In other words, you were talking to the god behind the Moon Knight?"

"Not exactly, at least when he communicates with you about his schizophrenia, he should indeed be the Moon Knight's sub-personality in charge."

Mason explains:

"But when it comes to the purpose of the gods versus mine, the Moon Knight's personality is not in a position to dominate this kind of issue, and Khonsu used a very wonderful method to complete the meeting.

I guess the hapless man was kicked out by his buddies to talk to me again, after all, the consciousness of a god descended into the emissary, and it was a terrible risk to talk to someone with the Black Death Sword. ”

"Wow, that sounds cool."

Hallie snorted, poked her delicate face and said:

"This old Khonsu seems to be very fond of people with split personality, little sweetheart, do you want me to find the moon statue to worship, maybe he can also give me and Quinn strength

Ah! ”

Before she could finish her words, Mason grabbed her face and squeezed her a few times, and the captain scolded Harley:

"Don't have such crazy thoughts, Kong Su is a god, pure good and evil cannot be the standard of his actions, those guys are different from mortals.

The world they see is not as black and white as you see.

Besides, you're under my cover now, what god would dare to come near you?

Well, it's time to go. ”

Mason let go of his fingers and turned his head to look at Queen Skrull not far behind him in Harley's annoyed "little fist punch on the back", and said:

"Then, according to our previous agreement, the Skrulls can temporarily live in Osborne Tower, but your behavior will be monitored, so don't do anything in this environment."

"Thank you for your kindness, my lord."

If there was only fear and the humiliation of forced obedience to Mason before, then at this time, Empress Vikland, who held the Super Skrull Spiritual Sign, was only grateful and in awe in her heart.

Judging by the standards of a servant, Mason Cooper is clearly much more merciful than Brainiac.

Rather than seeing the Skrulls as tools to be expended, he included them as part of the multitude of suffering beings in the Dark Ages.

That alone was a relief to the Empress.

But as Mason and Harley were about to leave, the Empress, who still had scars on her body, stopped them, and under Mason's surprised gaze, the Empress, who had just retrieved the Spiritual Sign, handed the shining Signer back to Mason.

She whispered:

"My lord, it is not that the Skrulls are inherently servile, but our talents dictate that we must be attached to a powerful leader, and the conquerors never stop hunting us, and we will be forced to face this era alone in which we are bound to become more and more cruel.

I still had doubts.

But having experienced this war firsthand and sharing the glory of your victory, I am convinced that now is not the best time to give freedom back to my people.

Your ideals are terrible.

But once realized, a future in which the worlds are no longer connected at will is the future where the Skurulls can live in a safe and remote corner.

We are willing to continue to dedicate to your cause, and I am confident that our dedication will be rewarded accordingly. ”

Speaking of this, the empress said with some embarrassment:

"And to be honest, I don't think I have full control over my people, and my authority has been weakened by repeated defeats.

While most of the Skrulls are forced to live a cunning and vicious life, there are some of us who are born villains who are afraid of the world.

Therefore, this spiritual signet should be placed here for you first.

I'm sure even the most ambitious Skrulls will bow their heads before you after witnessing your glorious victory. The strong have power, and the wise control power.

You are strong and wise, and we should obey your will. ”

"Well, you've said it all here, if I refuse again, it seems that I will be suspected of dumping the blame."

Mason shrugged his shoulders, took the Spiritual Sign, and said to the Empress:

"Go back to Osborne Tower to recuperate, and I'll let you know when I need you to make a move."

"Yes, my lord."

The Empress took a few steps back, watching Mason and Harley disappear into the fiery light curtain, she didn't have to worry about how to get out of here, she always had plenty of options for a super spy and super Skrull.

Like what

“Shazam！”

In a whispered call, the power of the six gods turned into thunder and descended to make her transform into the simulated form of Black Adam again, and then easily left the sealed magical land.

The power of the six gods was not so alive and flowing in Empress Vikland.

After all, a fake is a fake, and the super disguise of the Skrulls is difficult to deceive the gods who give power, but probably for the sake of Mason's face, the six gods of Egypt did not "harshly" this thief too much.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

"Vikeland is so cunning!"

While leaving the Rock of Eternity and returning to the skies of the physical world, Harley, riding a burning car, complained to Mason:

"She obviously just wanted to find a backer for herself, so that she could continue to be as powerful as she had been when she served Brignac before, and she had to make up so many big truths.

I don't believe that a ruler who can carry out secret invasions in other worlds would suddenly care so much about his people. ”

"Don't say it, cutie."

Mason in the car leaned back in the seat with his eyes closed, and said as he relaxed his body:

"It's hard to dismantle it, send me back to Gotham. Well? Where are you going? What's wrong with this path? ”

"You've got three hours to mine today!"

Harley pouted and whispered:

"You're going to meet Ciri in a moment, but I've heard from Panam and the big-mouthed V, and the hunter has pressed his coffin for your victory.

Who knew you guys would rub it out"

"What are you whispering?"

"Ah, nothing! Let's go shopping, little sweetheart, just to celebrate the victory! I'm going to buy a black dress and red rope today."

——

Three hours later, Mason returned to Gotham.

With a blank face, he walked into the Leslie Clinic in the city that had been restored to its original state by the Black Strange, just as he knew when he used to work here.

However, no one is working here for the time being, and everyone has gone to escape the disaster and has not yet returned.

Some of the wounded in the previous battle were transferred here by the master, and in the current situation where the final clearance of the world has not been completed, most of the combat power that can still move has been dispersed, but it has made this city that has never been calm a rare quiet.

It's like a crazy woman showing a quiet gesture that she has never seen before, which makes Gotham in the dawn and morning light today also bring a sense of serenity.

Mason stood in front of the window and lit a cigarette with shaking fingers.

For unknown reasons, Harley was so excited today that it was almost like he had fought with a hungry beast, which luckily Quinn could only exist in Harry's mind as a sub-personality.

If it's two together

"Am I supposed to do something like an alchemist?"

As the smoke rose, Mason played with the light extinguisher in his hand and looked at the rope marks on his arm and complained:

"For example, developing some drugs that can calm Harley, or developing a secret recipe that gives me a hundred men's yang energy at once, I always feel that my little cutie has a strange sense of crisis.

That's not a good thing for her condition. ”

He sighed, extinguished a third of his cigarette in the trash, and then the water dissipated and the smoke reappeared in a clinic observation room.

In front of him, His Excellency the Swordsman was lying on the hospital bed, wearing a breathing mask, looking like a critically ill patient who had signed an extubation agreement would die at any time.

But actually, this guy is probably the healthiest patient in the clinic right now.

Originating from the Hell Lord's super physique and the strength of His Excellency's Destiny, the swordsman's external injuries have been rapidly healed, and the reason why he is still unconscious now is purely because he was too crazy when he slashed people before, and he was attacked by the warlock to the point that his spirit needs to sleep.

"Thanks to you this time, if it weren't for your obstruction at the critical moment, it's really hard to say what this war would have become."

Mason stood in front of the hospital bed, checked the swordsman's body again as a healer, and after making sure that she was recovering well, he took out some soothing potions and mixed them at the bedside.

As he busied, he sighed and said:

"Both the city and the world can be restored by time magic, but those who are dead. Those who died, they are gone forever because I am determined to start this war in a world that does not belong to me.

The lives that were killed by neutrons would probably curse me for being a careerist and a bastard when they were gone.

Alas, I am becoming more and more like a true Star Club Trailblazer, more and more like a qualified hound, who once vowed not to pay anyone for it.

But it turns out that I'm just a big talker. ”

"Are you repentant?"

A familiar voice sounded from behind Mason, and Ciri, holding a cup of hot coffee, appeared in the swordsman's hospital room in a silver flash, and she leaned against the window and said in a teasing tone:

"Repentance to a Hell Lord? Do you think you're going to hell at the end of your life, so ask Liana to book you a good place in hell in advance? ”

"If she can arrange it, why not?"

Mason smiled and reached out to inject the mixed potion into Liana's hanging bottle with a syringe, and when he was done, he turned to look at Ciri behind him.

The Hunter-sama is in much worse condition than the rough-skinned Hell Lord.

She still had a bandage on her face, and there were unhealed wounds on her neck and wrists, presumably due to the damage to her previous Witcher suit.

And because of Ciri's unique trick of "shutting up the men", the second button of her collar is open, and her delicate collarbone can be seen from Mason's position, and there are still unhealed wounds.

She tried her best to show ease, but the tiredness that came from her eyes could not be hidden.

Unlike the Swordsman, she has never been a frontal fighter, but she was forced to fight head-on with a steady stream of cleaners, which was as dangerous as Master Ye entering World War II with his bare hands.

"What's wrong?"

Mason's silent gaze made Ciri feel a little embarrassed, and as he reached out and stroked his silver hair, he bowed his head with the gesture of drinking coffee and said:

"Is there anything dirty on me?"

"Your guards are badly damaged?"

Mason asks:

"I heard from Morgan and V that only two of the five Red Cavalry regiments had withdrawn to their positions, and the Death Ship Nagilfa had been nearly broken in half.

These Wild Hunters are not losses that can be replenished casually. ”

"But we won."

Ciri smiled and said quite freely:

"No matter how precious a power is, it must be truly used to be valuable, and a fierce and powerful legion must be thrown into battle to become a decisive bargaining chip.

I lost my own guards, though.

But on the bright side, this victory will give me more to gain, and our plans will go more smoothly without the Warlock's interference.

That's a big deal. ”

"The more you say that, the more I can't get upset, my dear boss."

Mason shook his head.

He walked to the window and pushed it open, letting the wind blow in the room at dawn and looked out the window at the city, which he saw was really quiet at this moment, almost not like Gotham.

"I haven't found a way yet."

He suddenly spoke:

"I asked Black Strange about your soul contract with Lord Fate, and he told me that I could weaken the bond between you but not eradicate it.

This curse has been placed on you for seventeen years, and it has long been a part of your existence. ”

"What the hell are you trying to say? Mason. ”

Ciri glanced at the young man lying next to him by the window, and said:

"If you have something to say, don't learn from Old A who always beats around the bush."

"I mean, the smoother our plan goes, the closer you'll be to the moment when you're at risk of death."

Mason turned to look at Ciri and said:

"I'm starting to hesitate, I don't want to hide it from you, if the price of victory is the death of you and Liana"

"That's what we deserve! No one is asking you to prepare for this, because those who die don't care about it anymore. ”

Ciri interrupted Mason's description abruptly, and Lord Hunter turned his head and said:

"I told you before, we are not afraid of death, but it is worthless to be afraid of death! Mephisto's death had alarmed Mephisto, and I could feel it waking up from its slumber.

What you should be thinking about now is not my and Liana's lives, but how to get a lethal blow before it strikes back! ”

She spoke again of the taboo she couldn't speak, and the sting from the depths of her soul made her body twitch.

It wouldn't have been a problem for a long time, but now she's in post-war weakness, and the coffee cup in her hand has fallen to the ground and shattered, causing the hot liquid to splash around.

But a pair of strong arms held her up, avoiding the embarrassment of falling to the ground.

"I should probably give you a day off."

Mason jokingly said as he helped Heary up:

"For example, those things in your long life that you want to do but have not finished yet, hurry up during this time, lest you be filled with regret when we are really faced with a choice.

If you're destined to face separation, I don't think it's polite to let you go with regrets. ”

"Are you serious?"

Ciri was stunned for a moment.

She looked up at Mason, and the young man could feel the eyes of his female boss burning, which made him realize that something was wrong, and tried to change the subject:

"Don't think about it, I'm just kidding, I'm not going to let you die, I'll do my best to go?"

All the words that followed were choked back into his throat, as cold lips blocked Mason's assurance.

He realized that he had made a terrible mistake.

There are too many unfulfillments in Heri's life, and perhaps one of them has something to do with him.

He wanted to push his female boss away.

But the fluttering silver hair hit his nostrils, allowing him to smell the faint scent of gooseberries and a trace of blood.

It was like throwing a burning match into an oil drum, allowing the hand that should have been firm to gently reach into the open collar, and the delicate collarbone clinging to the skin of the slightly trembling heart.

"Ahem"

A cough abruptly interrupted the two of them in a state of confusion.

Mason and Ciri, who were in his arms, looked back vigilantly as if they had been discovered while stealing the sun, and saw the dying swordsman sitting up in front of the bed.

At this moment, he looked at the two of them with blazing eyes, and he was still holding popcorn in his hand that he didn't know where it came from.

The blonde Hell Lord's eyes widened and he said:

"Go on! Don't worry about me, I can hide my breath, you just don't exist. Go on, please, both of you, you see that Ciri's corset and Mason's pants are unbuttoned, how embarrassing is it to stop here?

Yo, little Mason, don't you see it, the capital is abundant, no wonder you can fan the old nun-like Ciri.

She's ready.

Trust me, be bold! ”

"Huh"

The red-faced two immediately withdrew their fingers that they had placed where they shouldn't have been, and turned around to sort out their scattered clothes.

Good guy, that string almost snapped.

"I'm just reminding you"

The swordsman yawned and threw a popcorn into her mouth, she closed her eyes and whispered:

"Don't get too much pestering you shouldn't have, especially you, Mason, if the woman in your arms is destined to die at your hands one day, then all you are doing now is asking for trouble.

The hotter your heart is, the more painful it is when you pull the trigger.

Ciri can get out of the way because she only needs to take one bullet to get rid of it, but you have to live with the rest of your life of self-blame and repentance.

Alas, you should have appeared earlier.

Before Ciri stepped into this fire pit, she stepped on the colorful auspicious clouds to rescue her from the quagmire, but you broke into her life seventeen years too late.

This doomed her to be hopeless.

Same with me. ”

(End of chapter)