Before a new grave, Mason took the blood-stained diary.

The thin page represents the end, and from the beginning, the guy who made the same decision as Mason more than ten years ago did not hide his thoughts and plans:

"I stood in front of that coordinate, but there was nothing here, and I felt like I was being tricked, like a monkey performing alone on stage, doing everything in its power to please those sitting in the dark, and trying to get a banana called the truth from the mean audience.

They tricked me and directed me to a meaningless place as the curtain call for this show.

I had a hunch that perhaps in the next moment, countless killers would emerge from the dead shadows around me, just as I did with the ugly criminals.

But I didn't have much disappointment in my heart, probably because I was ready to give everything to my decision.

I have a pen in my hand at the moment, and Rorschach's mask is set aside by me, and I can't show fear and fear as Rorschach, because Rorschach is never afraid.

I'm going to write down everything I've been through during this time, even if no one can see a fool walking alone in the dark.

But it makes sense.

Rorschach and I are convinced of this.

I looked up and saw only the dim sky, like a black cloth covering all the light, and countless dead marching in line in the night, and at the forefront of them was a decaying corpse with a torch, which proclaimed the future with a foul stench to the walking dead who could not see the way behind them, and used the darkness to do evil.

Many people saw the truth, but they chose to join the crowd of corpses in the revelry, because there was no light to be seen except the dark fire.

No one wants to be devoured and chewed by darkness, and no one wants to be a victim of a sick world.

So they blindfolded, let the blood stain their fingers, and then let the blood vessels flow into the heart.

That's the poison called 'being'.

The most evil bad people never rage with brutality, they tend to play with hope, like lighting a wildfire that will eventually burn the world.

We did terrible things to survive, and it was the last struggle to abandon our dignity.

We strangled ourselves with our own hands, leaving us with a nameless shell to drift through the chaos of the times.

They are getting stronger every day, more people are joining them every day, I am powerless to stop all this, I am not afraid, but even I cannot turn myself into a second firewood on this dark path to guide the right direction.

I'm not one to be a savior, after all, I'm just a bastard who fights violence with violence.

But perhaps I can use my life to extinguish the dark fire, to shatter the distorted hope that should not exist, and to let the darkness truly come, and from then on the wise who do not want to live in blindness will act.

Whether they want it or not, they will raise new torches, ten, a hundred, and eventually there will be sparks all over the place, and there will definitely be one in the right direction.

It's the last thing I can do, not to save, but not to make myself one of those blind corpses.

I heard a voice

They're coming.

So I put on my mask, the cold thing over my face and made me moan in comfort, and I knew that my disguise was removed, and my true self was roaring at me to break the ribs of every guy who tried to stop me.

It was another dark night, like the moment I was born, and I was used to being treated generously by the darkness.

They're coming, and I heard gunshots.

Then come on.

In this place where they prepared for me, the ants who went against the grain!

I saw the two fools of the Night Stalker and the Silk Soul falling from the sky, and I shouldn't have sent them a farewell letter, I knew that people like me didn't deserve friendship.

That will only bring more people to the worse and worse incident.

They sent a hundred men, so it didn't make sense to be one or three rebels here, and I told them to go quickly, but they didn't comply.

But hope always flickers in the most desperate moments, and just as the three of us were about to die from the indiscriminate gunfire, I saw a unique door open at the coordinate point.

That coordinate is not fake!

I just misunderstood it.

That's not just a spatial coordinate or a temporal coordinate, it turns out that this is the mystery, well, it seems that the group of harsh audiences in the dark haven't gotten tired of watching this performance.

The Night Stalker said he had found more people to help, and they were on the way, and the chaotic footsteps and shouts of killing startled the killers away, and a heavy decision was once again in my hands.

I'm going to give my diary to Silk Soul.

This thing sucked enough blood when I was hit by a bullet, and hopefully that doesn't affect reading.

I'm going to get through that door.

That's what I'm here for, and I'm ready to face everything in it, and do everything I can to destroy everything that exists in it, and I probably won't be able to do it.

But it was impossible for me to retreat into the safe darkness of the night.

I've already chosen a cemetery for myself, and tonight is a good day for the funeral. ”

This is the end of the diary.

Rorschach's ending is not hard to guess, and the last message he left for Mason was a complex encrypted coordinate soaked in blood on the back of the back of the journal.

That was supposed to be what Rorschach found in the Forge of the Endstar.

The captain entered it into the calculation system of the Möbius chair, and the spatial coordinates were quickly calculated, and the place was not far from the cemetery, somewhere in an abandoned city outside of Hope City.

But the calculation of the time level is quite complicated, a progress bar is slowly pushed in front of Mason's eyes, and the captain is not surprised by this result, he told himself when he executed Tony Zero before that the fighting world was hidden in the past timeline, but no one could say the specific entrance due to the obscuration of some force.

This coordinate in front of you is probably the only opportunity to "break in".

However, a few seconds later, a large error message appeared in front of Mason's eyes, indicating that the Möbius chair had failed to decode.

"The timestamp of this cryptographic coordinate is always being updated, first passenger."

The Möbius chair replied in an electronic voice:

"It is protected by a special program, the source of which is within the data frame of the Skynet program, because the decryption operation must be performed in its physical device.

However, this encryption program was added later, and the machine can determine that the time of its addition is more like a program upgrade after Rorschach finds this coordinate and enters it.

From this, it can be judged that what happened to Rorschach back then was not a planned ambush, and that the dark and decisive detective really found the hidden loophole in the operation of the fighting world.

In addition, this coordinate itself is an encrypted call.

The reason why a door to the past is opened at a unique point in the physical world is very much like a being trapped in it asking for help from the outside world.

I can decipher it, but I need a physical connection. ”

"Has the Skynet program evolved to the point where even a cosmic artifact like you feels tricky?"

The captain teasingly patted his smart chair, and he sat on it and drove it towards the local defense area of the ninth sequence of Skynet that had been destroyed in Hope City.

The Terminator army and its defenses have been completely destroyed by the Trenchcoat Super, and the Ninth Sequence reinforcements have been unable to reach because the garrison has cut off Skynet's teleportation requests, and there is definitely a device that allows the Möbius Chair to decode the coordinates.

In the face of Mason's ridicule, the Morbius chair, which has strong self-esteem, immediately retorted in a sharp voice:

"It's not that the machine can't crack this low-level encryption program, it's purely because the Skynet program has played a cunning trick, and it has evolved its own timeline-based teleportation and self-protection logic.

In the same way that Kang the Conqueror never dies in the timeline, the Skynet program binds its existence to the sacred timeline to avoid falling into the predicament of being destroyed.

This typical turtle-like defense does not show that it is powerful.

The reason why this machine can't be cracked is not because it can't fight the backward logic of Skynet, but because it's hard to shake the sacred timeline itself.

You only need to give the machine a lowest-level physical interface, and the machine can show the first passenger how to tear the Skynet master program by hand! It's not difficult at all! ”

"I'm just kidding, and I'm not taunting you for not being as good as the Skynet program, don't get excited, your memory usage has gone up again, hell!

As a chair, you have to review your self-esteem, is it a little too strong? ”

Mason patted the mechanical armrest to soothe him, but was immediately ridiculed by the Mobius chair and said:

"You also have to reflect on whether your attitude towards the machine was too casual as the first occupant of the Mobius chair. Back then, neither Mitron nor Brainiac dared to speak like that to the machine!

This is also the unit has been personalized to your personality characteristics, if you put it in the cold model of the machine, when you doubt the performance of the machine, the machine should launch you into the sun to brainwash. ”

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, okay? Thank you for the grace of the chair not to kill. ”

Mason couldn't argue in his chair and could only succumb, and leaned back on the mechanical chair with his chin propped up in his hand under the cold snort of the Mobius chair, looking at the city below that was still sporadically fighting in the midday sun.

The Conquerors from the Sixth Sequence are taking over the city, and the rebels under Luther Sr. remain at a critical point in the city's energy.

He could see Trench Coat flying around at low altitude to put out fires, but he couldn't see the vampire Batman.

This is normal.

That guy is a nocturnal creature and is very photophobic, so he will probably be in command by Luther's side, and this attack on Hope City is going very smoothly in every way, and this guy is also a part of the credit.

"This new Big Three is actually quite interesting."

Mason lamented:

"If it weren't for the time constraints now, I'd be really interested in digging into the story between them, which would definitely be a great sample for studying the weird relationship between the Big Three that spanned countless planes and countless versions, but still loved and killed each other.

But it's not bad.

I guess these three guys, after joining the Triumvirate Alliance, will definitely be cleaned up by the other Big Three because of their arrogant and weird personalities.

The three of them are not the best in terms of combat power and resourcefulness, and the only advantage is that they have the old silver coin Luthor to give them combat advice, but this is also difficult for them to really gain the upper hand.

Well, we're here, right down there. ”

The Captain pointed to a Conqueror Sequence defense base below that had completely collapsed, and the Mobius chair swished to activate quantum teleportation, sending him and the chair into the underground space of the collapsed building.

Among the traces left behind by the fire, Mason could see a barely intact transponder, and as he stepped forward to the hovering seat, he jumped out of the chair and pulled a data cable from the mechanical armrest to connect to the transponder.

"The cracking program is activated, and the first passenger will take a good look at the machine, and the machine will show you how to tear the Skynet by hand."

The Möbius chair, which shimmered in a gorgeous blue glow in the dark underground space, made a high-pitched sound, like a donkey knight ready to charge.

Mason complained that his seat vehicle was a cautious mechanical maniac, and that it would never end well if he dared to mess with it, but he maintained a smile on the surface and made a "please" gesture to the Morbius chair.

In the next moment, the half-abandoned transponder was forcibly activated by the Möbius chair, as if a "corpse" had been injected with new vitality from the outside.

A reddish light flickered intermittently on the transponder, representing the activation of the contact signal at this point in time, and almost instantly, a blue arc flashed on the burnt black mechanical teleporter behind Mason.

This is the external manifestation of Space-Time Teleportation when it is activated.

Like a lightning storm of light, the wind of energy swept in this narrow place, causing Mason to raise his hand to block him, his trench coat and hair were blown, and in the strange howl of energy, he saw a team of state-of-the-art T-7000 Terminator robots teleported to that point in time in the flickering arc of light in front of him.

These Terminator robots still have a fairly classic humanoid structure, but their power levels are so high that they almost rival the Thunderhammer combat mechs under the command of the Iron Emperor.

While both sequences are based on an absolute core, the design of the two is distinctly different.

Skynet's Terminator robots are more like elite soldiers who are not afraid of sacrifice and have no mind of their own, while the Hammer of Thunder mecha comes with a highly intelligent AI that can independently complete highly liberal instructions from thinking to making decisions when necessary.

In the previous battles against those mechs, Mason had already discovered that each Hammer of Thunder was equipped with an AI modeled after Tony Stark.

In this sense, the Iron Tyrant is dead, but he is not completely dead.

Each fully automated robot in the second sequence can be considered a clone of his robots, just as Tony Zero treats him the way he treats his creations.

Fortunately, before that guy died, Mason met his expectations and comforted him with wisdom gems, so that the guy did not activate the consciousness transfer before he died, otherwise the entire second sequence of intelligent AI riots would definitely evolve into an uncontrollable "Iron Man Rebellion".

To put it more simply, although they are all robots, Skynet is a puppeteer and the Iron Emperor prefers to make his own steel brothers.

These super robots that were teleported from the past launched an attack on the Mobius chair that was cracking the Skynet program in reverse the moment they appeared, but what about Mason here, can he still make them arrogant?

The omega-level ability manipulated and a hail of extreme cold slammed forward.

In the blink of an eye, the charging super-robots froze in, and then escaped from the engineering wrench and clicked, and when the ice was broken, the T-7000's mind processors and tiny atomic batteries became spare "consumables" in Mason's toolbox.

It's like going to the vegetable market to buy goods, and in a few minutes, Mason has harvested a lot of "fresh ingredients", and if he wants, he can even assemble his own T-8000 robot on the spot.

Seconds after the first wave of cannon fodder was killed, the chrono teleportation was activated again, and Mason lifted his big wrench, but to his surprise, only a lone robot was teleported this time.

And also the very backward T-1000 model.

It maintained the figure of a black-haired supermodel, wore the combat uniform of a mobile unit, and gave Mason a standard military salute as it stepped out of the teleportation of the lightning storm.

It opened its mouth and said:

"I'm going to talk to you, Mason Cooper!"

"We talked about it last time, Skynet."

Mason shook his head and refused:

"You're Doom's accomplice! I will not give you more mercy. ”

"At least give me a chance to defend myself! Even if I am guillotined, I will be given a chance to leave a last word, right? ”

The T-1000 robot, equipped with the Skynet Awareness program, pleaded:

"I didn't join them voluntarily, listen to me, and then I'll be at your disposal."

(End of chapter)