By the time Mason grumbled and entered the room where the cosmic treadmill was located with his own equipment, everyone else was ready.

The young version of Luthor dressed himself in a set of green power armor, and behind him was his lieutenant Old Luthor, as well as all the members of the newly formed "Doomsday Army".

In addition to the original members of the Legion of Doom, there are also supervillains brought back from the Overlord World.

Black Manta Ray, Giant Woman, Metal Man, Parasite, Silver Banshee, Leopard Girl, Poison Ivy Girl, Living Wire, and other "familiar" characters are lined up in full armor, all waiting to go on the expedition with dead expressions on their faces.

To be honest, the most important thing to worry about running with such a group of guys to carry out the strategy of saving people is not the ferocious enemy, but whether these guys will suddenly jump back at some point and give the captain a big job.

But the two Luthers looked confident, and the two Death Knells were still joking, and the Death Shot and Bane and King Shark beside them were expressionless.

They're Warlords, and they'll have to be ruthless to keep the other vicious bastards at bay.

So probably the rule of survival in the Neo-Doomsday Legion is "countering evil with evil".

"Hasn't your real leader come yet?"

Mason glanced at his watch and asked, only to hear the sound of the door opening behind him in the next moment, and the old lady in a mechanical bat suit strode in.

The two Luthers immediately straightened up, and the villains of the Doomsday Legion also shrunk their necks, which showed the threat of the old lady in this regard.

Mason threw out the special anti-mutant bullets and dread grenade crates, and while the others were reloading with special weapons, he said to Flash, who was warming up beside him:

"I'll give you a message, and after receiving the confirmation, I'll start the chrono teleportation, so as not to put in the people who shouldn't come."

"I'll discern it."

Flash made an OK gesture and said:

"With Mercury and Horus to help me share the pressure this time, I can teleport at least twenty times in six hours, and try to bring your fellow citizens together.

Also, the good news is that the planar blockade on the Utopian side has been disrupted by the brewing shock, and I can now send you directly to the mutant capital so you don't have to travel far. ”

"That's really good news."

Mason nodded, and Flashy then boarded the cosmic treadmill and began to accelerate.

Flickering lights sped up the treadmill track, hooking the illusion of time and space to open the rift, and the lights lit up everyone's eyes.

The swordsman holding the demon helmet was still complaining beside him.

She knew anything related to the impact wasn't going to be easy, but to be honest, she hadn't expected such a thrill before the impact began.

However, just as the captain was about to leave, he suddenly received a request for a private communication from the old Green Goblin, and as soon as Mason activated the communication, he heard Norman complain on the other side:

"I'm sorry I had a fight with you, and I'm sorry for trying to help you make decisions without your permission, I hope it won't affect our relationship.

Alas, I knew from the time Peter Parker, who only did bad things, reported his damn discovery, that it would be futile to stop you from doing such a thing.

I know what kind of person you are, and I know the stupid choices you make when faced with requests for help, and you never seem to learn to turn down people, just like you helped the people of the Vault attack my city on that rainy night.

There is no chance of winning

You always like to do things that seem meaningless to others, but maybe that's why we can trust you and rally around you.

But Mason."

The old green goblin said in a deep voice:

"It's not that easy for you to pick at the last minute, you have to come back before the impact starts! The career of passion and energy is coming to an end, and it would not be as fulfilling as it was without you.

Maybe I'm getting old.

I didn't expect me to say such a thing at this time.

But Mason, a new era without you is not perfect for everyone. ”

"Ah, Norman, I'm going to cry, it's really heartwarming, not to mention that it's coming from the mouth of you, an old guy who wants to be the overlord of the universe."

The captain gestured for the team to jump into the rift that had been opened.

He glanced back at the still-calm sky of Osborna and the spinning eye above him, and said to the old green goblin:

"I didn't plan to be absent, so, please, wait until I come back to save the world, and if you don't speak, I'll let you agree."

The moment he hung up the communication and turned to walk into the rift in space-time, Mason reached out and pressed the hat on his head, and he could see the scorched earth of Utopia shrouded in war at this moment from the flash of speed in front of him.

He said:

"Hat, I see you're getting more and more silent."

"Because you don't need my help, Mason, you're already able to soar on your own."

The Sorting Hat said quietly:

"I'll tell you the truth, I'm thinking about retirement, and maybe it's better for me to go back to those little wizards and continue to be a crazy hat than to roam around with you all day and experience those horrible things."

"Then you have to wait to see the sunset of Utopia with your own eyes, right?"

Mason pulled out the pistol at his waist and jumped into the rift in time and space in front of him, saying:

"Don't you have any feelings and want to say the day Hogwarts revenge is avenged?"

The hat was silent for a long time, and did not speak again.

Mason could sense the Hat's mixed emotions, they had all been altered, and the Sorting Hat that had been screaming for revenge all day seemed to be a long memory.

The surrounding team members spread out to observe the environment, and the captain also looked up and circled around.

He saw several sonic boom tunnels rising in the smoke-strewn ruined city ahead, and in the distant chaos of the sky, the ships of the Predators were sailing out of the atmosphere.

These guys don't know what they're using to poison the world, causing problems with the utopia's atmospheric structure, and the star's light refracted to create a strange red glow.

It looks like it's very ominous.

"The conquerors here have begun to evacuate."

Young Luthor leaned over and said to Mason:

"I reckon they've completed the search and destruction of cities on the edge of the world, which is good news, and means that as long as we don't attack on our own initiative, we won't have to endure the unexpected attrition of the firefights with them.

The goal is just to get those trapped mutant civilians back, so I mean, we're fast in and out. ”

Mason nodded and looked back at the guide behind him, and the Supreme Cable popped up a topographical map of the world from his mechanical arm, explaining:

"After the Xenomorph army breached the second line of defense, the civilians who did not have time to evacuate were housed in three underground fortresses near the capital, as well as in the abandoned proving ground space.

We're still a little far from where we landed, but the outer areas don't need to be looked at.

The civilians here have been sent to all planes before the war begins, and we have sent the apostles lurking in each plane in advance to guide them to their intended places of refuge.

As for the fighters here"

The Supreme Cable was silent for a while and finally did not say a conclusion, but the people who came to help looked around, even the earth was torn and baked by the manic force, and there was basically no life here.

"That's not right! There's life going on underground, and there's a lot of it. ”

Old Deathstroke holds a life detector that makes a ticking sound, and the screen shows that there are considerable biological signals in the wreckage of the fallen air fortress ahead.

But the cable waved his hand bitterly and explained:

"It's those monsters! The Predators unleash their war pets into battle, and those monsters seek out powerful mutants as hosts to give birth to special mutant aliens.

We were able to destroy their nests in time at first, but those guys were breeding too fast.

In particular, the evolution after getting the X gene is even more destructive. ”

"I never thought the Predators would use Xenomorphs as weapons of war, but I'm not surprised at all about the Sentinel's mutiny.

Mutants and sentinel bots have always been antonyms, and sooner or later something will happen when they pinch together. ”

Mason complained:

"Liana, can you open the underground fortress that leads directly to the X royal capital?"

"Yes, I've been there."

The swordsman in full Hell armor muttered.

Although she didn't like utopia, she also felt very uncomfortable to see the once beautiful mutant kingdom reduced to the scorched earth in front of her in a matter of days.

I really want to find a few monsters to cut down to vent the fire.

"This world is finished, and it may become a hunting ground or a base for recruits for Predators."

Mason got up and sat down in his Möbius chair and said to the others:

"After a while, I'll restrain the sentinels, you go down to save people, let's start."

The captain gave an order, and the swordsman grabbed the soul sword and slashed downward, tearing through the space and jumping in first, followed by the others.

As Mason drove the Möbius chair, he saw several twisted creatures lunge towards him, and then unsurprisingly was fixed in the air by the traction field of the Mobius chair.

These creatures have a classic look, with a black creature carapace with a smooth elongated skull and eyeless structure and a serrated tail imbued with a strange and sinister aesthetic, while the claws that completely cover the creature exoskeleton and the catapult mouthparts in the mouth of the finely shredded teeth add a touch of hideousness.

Mason noticed that the warriors' alien bodies had all undergone varying degrees of mutation, with one of them having a carapace that was the color of flames and could spew flames from its mouth, and even its claws were covered in heat.

This is probably the kind of "X gene variant" that Denso just mentioned.

In addition to the excellent physical attack, the means of energy attack have actually evolved, and it seems that the combat power of the new alien hatched by mutants as a host is indeed considerable.

It's a pity that no matter how much mutation is made, it can't grow a biological exoskeleton that blocks kinetic bullets.

"Bang"

The close-range burst of the three-headed alien head exploded in front of him, and the deadly acid body fluid that was retained splattered everywhere, sizzling the ground around him with a corroded sound.

The mutant that Mason was observing actually used bodily fluids to cause a searing explosion.

The villains of the Legion of Doom aren't scared of this.

They slashed the monsters to the ground in three or two clicks, reckless as the Shark King, and picked up the alien's claws and tried to stuff them into their mouths to taste the saltiness, but they were knocked out by the dead shot next to them.

He believed that no matter how powerful King Shark's digestive system was, it would not end well if he directly gnawed on something similar to sulfuric acid.

The movement of the commando team quickly alarmed the nearby alien monsters, who rushed out of the ruined and apparently bombed ruins of the building.

Instead of opting for a stupid head-on dash, they are very cunning and sly pass through the various eerie areas that are big enough to hide.

Dead and bloody two sharpshooters opened fire immediately.

But while the bullets they fired still hit the black bastards accurately at long range, they couldn't break their exoskeletons with enough destructive power.

"Hit the head!"

Mason, in the Morbius chair, grabbed the tech rifle widow maker and said to the others who had drawn their weapons:

"These things have predatory sensing organs on their heads, and that's the only place where they don't have bone helmets, but these guys move very fast, so don't waste bullets if you don't have super marksmanship."

With that, he pulled the trigger and shot several X-mutant aliens hanging upside down from the ruins for the "Airborne Raid" tactic, and the corrosive bodily fluids spilled to the ground to make an unsettling sound, and the bastards of the New Doomsday Legion took out the deflagration flamethrowers one after another under the scolding of Death Knell One.

Their thinking is quite accurate, as long as these things are living organisms, then the flames can still cause considerable damage to them.

"Be careful!"

The swordsman, who was looking for the entrance to the bunker leading to the underground, suddenly moved his ears in the piercing firefight, and then a flicker jumped next to the rookie spirit butterfly, and the soul sword in his hand slashed outward, easily decapitating a gray xenomorph that appeared invisibly and then throwing hellfire to spread around, forcing out several other monsters that tried to flicker and sneak attack.

"It's a special variant alien bred by the Phantom Cat's genes, what's going on with these guys?"

The swordsman scolded:

"How do I feel that they have a much better grasp of the X gene than these rookies? These monsters have only been hatching for a few days, right? Can you use your abilities to this extent?

Is there any reason for this? ”

"It's just that the evolutionary route is different."

Mason would have jumped out of the mechanical chair and leaned over a captured alien brain to extract a biological sample.

He planned to use Isu biological technology to make weapons that could quickly kill aliens like he did with the Skuruls, and on the surrounding hot battlefield, the captain took out a few sophisticated equipment and began to extract genetic samples on the spot, and casually explained to the indignant swordsman:

"The gene chain of this thing is different from that of most carbon-based organisms, and there are empty spaces in their DNA helix that allow for the rapid assembly of the host's best genetic fragments to achieve nearly infinite evolutionary possibilities.

This is the biological trait that makes them stronger.

Therefore, theoretically, if an alien egg can parasitize on Superman, then when it bursts out of its chest, it can get a Kryptonian alien

Hey, that's a wonderful idea. ”

Mason put the separated sample in his hand in front of his eyes, looked at it, added various alchemical liquids to it to compare the material effect, and said:

"We'll have to try this idea when we catch a bad Kryptonite, and General Zod's group of Kryptonian thugs are still roaming the Gotham world, right?

If you don't find an opportunity for them to cooperate with the experiment, you will be contributing to the development of biology.

Get! ”

The captain took out the only one of the five test tubes in his hand that had changed color, and burned the other four with magic fire, and then used the ingredients of this violently reacting mixed sample as a blueprint to deduce a new alchemical formula in a few minutes.

He took out a lot of raw materials and piled them together, put on his alchemist gloves and put three weak magic stones into them to stabilize the alchemy process, and then put his hands together to launch the refining array.

With a flash of red light, several large boxes of liquid-like bio-destructive agents were crafted.

Mason casually took the deflagration flamethrower from the rookie spirit butterfly next to him, picked up a liquid canister and assembled it on the flamethrower's fuel canister, and then took a few steps forward to aim at a group of screaming and screaming X-gene special variants and pulled the trigger.

The gray-green mist was compressed and sprayed out, and in less than five seconds, the ferocious mutants in front of them let out a strange scream.

One by one, they were like eating unclean things, lying on the ground and losing their strength, and it was difficult to escape, and the crazy shark king pounced on them and solved them one by one.

The strange smell of the mist made the surrounding aliens smell the snow, and they screamed and quickly retreated, quickly exiting the corpse-strewn ruins.

Mason nodded in satisfaction, threw the flamethrower in his hand to the spirit butterfly, and shouted to the others:

"All of them change their outfits with Alien Destroyer! Don't waste your time chasing them, we're not here to help the world get rid of insects. ”

The swordsman witnessed the whole process, and she exclaimed:

"How did you do that? Is this some kind of witchcraft or magic? ”

"It's just a simple reuse of biology and alchemy, and it's not worth mentioning."

Mason waved his hand rather modestly and said:

"These guys have grabbed the power of mutants, so they have their weaknesses, and since they are sentient creatures, it is not difficult to make biological agents that destroy the senses and cause weakness.

It may take a few days to craft a special attack plague, but the evolution of the aliens is so fast that the bioagent will be ineffective against them after a maximum of one generation.

But for our actions, this is enough.

Look at what the hell you look like, what? Haven't you seen an alchemist do it before? ”

"It's easy."

Liana picked up the liquid jar in her hand and shook it in her hand, her tone strange:

"You just praised these aliens to the sky, but in the blink of an eye, the power that took them countless years to evolve was defeated by a few minutes of manipulation by you.

So, who's the real monster? ”

"You've known me for so long, how can you ask such a boring question?"

Mason removed his medical gloves and threw them on the xenomorph corpse, and he re-ascended the Möbius chair and replied:

"You don't really need to be stronger than your enemies to find their shortcomings and target them, but as long as they're not perfect and I've caught on their weaknesses, my chances of victory will be greatly increased.

Isn't that how we craftsmen fight?

Liana, if you want to develop your future life in Hell and dominate after losing your job from the stars, the easiest way to do this is to bring me more samples of demons or demonic creatures.

As for the power?

Hey, boring stuff. ”

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