Mason sat in a Möbius chair and teleported out of the burned underground, at this time the sun was just right, the time pointed to three o'clock in the afternoon, the entire city of hope had been put under martial law by the conquerors of the sixth sequence, because of the cooperation of the garrison, the whole process was very smooth, and after the first round of confrontation, there was no dangerous confrontation.

The trench coat swooped down in front of Mason at supersonic speed, and a classic superhero landed and smashed the rocks on the ground.

He got up and nodded to Mason and said:

"The envoys you left behind have begun to be repatriated back to their respective Garden Worlds, using the Sixth and Second World Teleporters.

But some of them want to see you again. ”

"This shows that everything is fine, but I don't think I have time to talk to them about the future anymore, whether it is imagining the ruling model of the next era or simply probing the style, there will be someone to slowly break with them."

Mason sat in his mechanical chair and turned his head to glance at the countdown floating above the armrest, it was about four days before the runaway rift leading to the Dou Realm opened, and before that he had to prepare for everything.

The captain already had a hunch that he would put an end to it once and for all, whether it was good or ugly, whether it was a good thing or a regret.

"Is Old Luthor alright?"

He raised his head and glanced at the trench coat Chao and asked:

"Is Ronan embarrassed for him?"

"No, the Kree is doing well, Becca and Kirk are by Luther's side, there will be no problem."

Trench coat super this will also relax.

He hung beside Mason's mechanical chair and looked at the municipal robots in front of him who were cleaning up the wreckage on the ground, all of which had been manipulated and taken over by little Brainiac as part of maintaining order in the city.

After a few seconds of silence, Superman, who had never uttered his name, only his code name, suddenly said to Mason:

"Thank you."

"Huh?"

The captain looked at him in surprise and said:

"Why did you suddenly say that? I don't think you're the kind of guy who would just thank other people, and the part of you that belongs to a warrior doesn't allow you to be so soft. ”

"I'm just telling the truth."

Trench Coat Chao shook his head, brushed his hair, and whispered:

"It may seem simple, but I know it wouldn't have gone so smoothly without your involvement. Dealing with the Iron Tyrant and dealing with Ronan's threat is enough for us to struggle.

Most of the reason why the sixth sequence is so easy to talk today is because you suddenly appeared and stood on our side, and I didn't really believe in such an ethereal thing as the leader's personality charm before.

But I believe it now.

Your temperament can't be called the charisma of a leader, but it has indeed been transformed into a real deterrent in this era.

Ronan and his legions, as well as the forces behind him, are afraid of you.

They are afraid that you will interfere with their plans, and even that you will see them as enemies, and it is clear that what you have done before has frightened them.

But it's surprising how easily you can let go of a Conqueror sequence.

Although I have not been in contact with you, I know what happened before, and I know that you are not such a weak person. ”

"Because Ronan isn't just Ronan, that guy is just the spokesperson who was pushed out."

Mason sighed and sat in the mechanical chair and explained to Trench Coat Chao:

"The twelve Conqueror Sequences plus the special formation of the Dark Knights make up the backbone of the Council, and the commander of the first sequence is my sister, who was killed by my own hands.

The commander of the third sequence is my girlfriend's elder, and in order to save me, she broke with her old friend of many years and chose to commit suicide in the most painful way.

The commanders and formations of the fourth, seventh, and eleventh subordinate sequences were all destroyed by me and my friends in the world war.

The Empress Gollum of the eighth sequence is my sister's best friend, and she is also my companion and subordinate.

Dr. Halsey of the Tenth Sequence is barely a fellow believer.

You see, I'm actually connected to most of the Conqueror Sequences, and I've learned a bit of the inside story from them, and Ronan, the commander of the Sixth Sequence, is the most enthusiastic about small groups of all the commanders.

He's also betrayed some of the lower council members by forming gangs, and this guy has a bad track record in this area, but he did win over a secret society for himself.

With Nick Fury, the prefect of the tribunal, forced to die by me, Doom the Divine Monarch disappearing into obscurity, and Tony Zero executed by me, he could have risen to the top and rebuilt the council system if he wanted to.

But he didn't.

It's not that he doesn't want to, Superman, the forces behind him and around him don't dare to toss anymore, this is also a tacit understanding, right?

They relented to me through Ronan's statement, and with this humble gesture they expressed that they would no longer interfere in the neo-utopian project, and even would give full assistance.

I can't kill them all, can I?

I've had the intention of doing so, but if I did, a lot of people would die

At a moment when we have already seen hope and can touch the next era, it is not a wise choice to provoke a war because of some personal thoughts and actions. ”

"So you're going to let them go?"

Trench Coat snorted and said:

"Those guys are all guilty by your standards, and they haven't been wronged for killing ten times, and in the end you still gave in, which makes your image in my eyes a lot worse."

"I'm not backing down, I'm just going to do it differently."

Mason shook his head, rubbed his eyebrows, and said:

"There are also a lot of people in my camp who are very good at pinning down and weakening their opponents with Yin Damage tricks, they are good at this, and they don't really have much in common other than survival.

Once they have survived the onslaught of the threat and entered the good next era, they will inevitably fall apart for one reason or another, and eventually go their separate ways or even become enemies of each other.

I don't even need to think about it to make a list of at least six guesses of that situation.

Although I don't care about the distribution of power in the post-disaster era, and I'm not interested in joining it, but everyone is a brother who has carried a gun in the trenches, and they all risked their lives to help each other in the integrated war, so it's a pity that they just broke up.

You see, this brings us to another problem, Superman, and I ask you, how do you keep two people who are already planning to break up as much as possible to keep together? ”

"With ideals? Set the rules? ”

Trench Coat Chao frowned and thought for a moment, and said:

"It seems unlikely, after all, morality binds only the individual, and power makes the wise a belligerent fool."

"Ideals can't do this kind of thing, after all, everyone has to eat and drink, and we can't live on ideals alone, and there will always be a day when the rules will be broken, especially in an era when a whole nascent universe is waiting to be explored."

Mason manipulated the mechanical chair to levitate, and said to the trench coat next to him:

"But there is one thing that can put one's own people aside for a while!

I don't want to think about how long this trick can last for peace, at least in the next era after building a reasonable framework for getting along, it's not too late for everyone to break up.

Ronan and his friends were just right to draw a line for my friends that would keep them together after I was gone.

Without an enemy, even the most stable alliance will collapse.

But until they have a common opponent, the samurai's swords are not aimed at each other. Ah, it's a damn problem to think about it, but I can't really put it aside and let things go for the worst. ”

"Sounds terrible."

Trench coat Chao shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Old Luthor must be interested in that."

"So you think I was saying those things to you?"

Mason rolled his eyes, tapped on the armrest of the mechanical chair, and said:

"Is it okay to have a little clear self-awareness of the upper limit of your IQ? Tell your adoptive father what I just said, and he will understand what I mean.

Speaking of which, why do you have a bad relationship with Old Luther?

You don't hate him, do you? ”

"It's nothing."

Trench Coat Chao sighed and said:

"The old guy who raised me always told me that my strength and potential would be the hope of uniting one world, and he saw me as the future of human evolution.

However, one day when I had already developed this understanding, he told me that he had already deciphered the message on my baby ship.

I was not born in the bloodline of heroes, my father was a tyrant of Krypton, and it was his single-mindedness that led directly to the destruction of Krypton, and he personally destroyed his own people.

I'm the son of a war madman who ruined my world, and I undoubtedly inherited that brutal gene.

Luthor gave me a lofty ideal, and shattered him with his own hands.

Although it turned out later that it was only a means for old Luthor to keep me from being brainwashed by President Amanda Waller with the rhetoric of a hero and a guardian to become a tool man.

But you know that, right?

That feeling

The feeling of being deceived by a man who sees himself as a father. ”

"I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm an adopted son like you, and my gangster father obviously doesn't have the exaggerated and ethereal things that old Luthor instilled in me ideals and goals.

He likes to play boxing games with me the most, the kind I use as a punching bag.

I was beaten up in the hospital three times by my adoptive father before I was ten years old, which I guess is not a big record elsewhere, but in the city where I grew up, I was already considered a relatively 'happy' kind of child.

After all, my adoptive father left me an 'iron rice bowl' to serve as a low-level horse boy in the gang, although on the second day of work I was scooped with a wine bottle by a bastard.

Before my last birthday, there was no such extravagance or elaboration in my life.

So I'm sorry, but I can't understand the 'pain' of you, a child in your thirties, who let you die of old age because your old father ruined your ideals. ”

Mason pursed his lips and replied, making the trench coat's eyes widen, and after being embarrassed for a long time, he whispered under Mason's faint gaze:

"Sorry, it looks like you're doing a lot worse than I am."

"Do you think you should apologize to me?"

Mason asked again, the trench coat snorted, and he bent down in the air and accelerated and disappeared in front of the captain's eyes, and if he stayed here, he estimated that he would be embarrassed to build a Babylonian Hanging Garden in the air with his toes.

"Hey, spoiled and spoiled Kryptonian bear child."

The captain watched the trench coat disappear at the end of his field of vision, and complained fiercely.

He was going to go to the mothership of the sixth sequence to meet with the Supreme Intelligence, talk about some unnutritious topics, and reiterate Ronan's assurances that his group would not have to worry about being retaliated against, lest they would jump off the wall from persecution paranoia.

On the way to the Darkstar, the communication of the Mobius chair was connected, and Batmos's puzzled voice sounded from it, and the god of data said in a suspicious tone:

"Why did you stuff a strange artificial intelligence for me? Also, what strange thing did you do to Skynet's general program? Why is this guy crying when he comes to report from me?

He also insisted that he was a sinner. ”

"Well, it may be that it's pretending, this Skynet we encountered is a complete drama, but it may also be that I used too much force, I used the Heart of the Star Emperor to help it complete the biological empathy program, so that it realized what a bad behavior it did in the past at the life level."

Mason explained, adding:

"But now it's your prisoner, remember to keep it shut up until the epoch changes, and don't let it out until it's sure it's no longer in danger.

How's the situation with Uncle Tun?

Are you still scolding me? ”

"That scolding is so ugly, I never knew that the gods of the universe could be so dirty in scolding, I really don't want any dignity at all."

Bartmoss complained fiercely and said:

"As of today, we've destroyed nearly forty of the Hive Worlds of the Cleaners, and the group of ghost pirates under your command are surprisingly fanatical about it, and they not only guide the Star Emperor to its next target, but they hardly sleep.

It looks like you're all a bunch of crazy people.

The good news is that, at the current pace, we will probably be able to clean all the nests before the sixth shock happens.

The bad news is that according to the results transmitted by the Star Sea Probe of the Emperor of the Universe, the tremor speed in the depths of the universe is accelerating, and it will be the fifth shock in five days, and the sixth shock will be ushered in at most in a week.

Personally, I have a guess that if the situation continues to get worse, then there will be no seventh shock, and when the sixth shock occurs, it will directly cause the collapse of the entire universe.

Whether the cosmic egg can form or not depends on the next period of time.

In other words, in half a month at most, we will be able to reach the node of the old era and the new era, and whether we can survive until the next era and become a legend depends on this last trembling. ”

"Well, I already know."

Mason let out a sigh of relief, and when he saw another communication signal flashing, he said to Buttermoss:

"Please be ready, Uncle Swallow may need him to come out and solve a problem in a few days."

"You're not afraid he'll kill you the moment he's out of trouble?"

Bartmoss was shocked for a moment, and Mason pouted and said:

"That's just a backup plan, it's the last thing to use, of course it's just right if you don't need Uncle Tun. Okay, I won't tell you, there's a communication here. ”

He reached out and switched the communication band, and the big oil-stained face plate of Engineer Mason was projected in the next moment, he was standing in the cabin of the Iron Emperor's mechanical ship, with all kinds of instruments behind him, and the other Masons were directing various models of Mark armor to walk around in it like the Great Move.

"Hey, Mason, we've got a room for you."

The engineer waved his big wrench and said:

"This cool spaceship will be ours in the future, and after everyone voted unanimously to call it the 'Family', it is just sixteen decks, and each person can leave six floors empty as a public test area.

Need us to clean it up for you?

I guess you won't have much time to come and decorate it yourself, so why don't you have Harley and Quinn come over and help you get an idea? ”

"When is this all right, and are you still in the mood to decorate the house?"

Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"In less than five days, I'm going to go to the Dou Realm for the last battle, and when the time comes, you guys come with me, I estimate that this time we will fight in a group, so you have everything you can prepare.

If you can get through it smoothly, then after we finish our last journey, I will take you to another place to open your eyes.

Didn't you always want to know which bastard sent us here?

The answer will be available in a moment. ”

"Yo, this relationship is good!"

The engineer laughed and said:

"No problem, we're covered, five days, right? Just look at it, and see how many brothers make a doomsday war arsenal for you.

Oh yes, the upgraded Supreme Arsenal is ready, you have time to come and pick it up.

It's full of genuine cosmic artifacts.

We finally don't have to be counterfeit dealers. ”

(End of chapter)