The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel Chapter 746

Chapter 746 2. His creed in life is to do your best and leave the rest to retribution [Gaga! 】

Mason felt like he had a dream.

It was a strange and bizarre dream. I was trapped in the most terrifying hell. When Mephisto, who was about to be laughed out loud, threw a burning fork into the frying pan, a black pirate ship floated on the lava lake. Rampage appeared, and knocked down Mephisto in the yelling of a strange pirate captain.

Then the **** captain invited himself to join his pirate group, and promised to introduce his sister to himself, and then on the day of the blind date, before he saw the lady, the dream suddenly disappeared.

In the five senses that returned vaguely, Mason heard two voices arguing.

"Bastard! Don't use your void will to interfere with his mind, he is not a fighter you lunatic, he can't withstand the Will roll under your truth call, and look! His limbs have begun to transform into tentacles.

roll roll roll!

Get the **** out of my lab. "

"Oh, what are you calling, I just want to play with brother Mason again, this guy is the shyest among us, and only Tyrion, the peerless lover, can match him in terms of innocence.

It's really hard for such a cute little guy to mix in with us old fritters. Alas, put Judas down! Your broken sword is too dangerous.

Can't I go?

Let's have a drink together when he gets better. He picked up a lost spirit before he joined the job, which fully proves that he is very suitable for this job.

Hurry up and let me confuse him so that he can do things instead of my duties.

I'm tired of salvage work. "

"You have a good idea. Go do your job honestly. Mason is the logistics supervisor. Although he is still a little green now, he will grow up soon."

Those two voices rang in the captain's ears, which made his consciousness return faster, and his eyes gradually became clearer, and then subconsciously moved his fingers and raised them in front of his eyes.

But what caught the eye was twisted flesh and blood turning into weird tentacles.

This scene made Mason look stupid.

Then he realized that he might not have woken up yet, or he might have woken up and saw a hallucination, um, let's sleep for a while, so he closed his eyes again.

"Get up when you wake up, don't stay in bed."

A familiar voice rang in Mason's ear, with a kind of urging, the captain recognized that this guy was the Man of Light who appeared in front of the World Gate itself.

He hesitated for a moment, closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"I warn you oh, if I open my eyes and see my hands turned into tentacles, I will kill myself immediately, no kidding"

"Uh, wait a minute."

The voice hesitated for a moment, then shouted outside:

"Black! Bastard! Give me back your power! Finally warn you, otherwise Tyrion will come to talk to you."

"Let him come, no one is afraid of anyone."

A wandering voice shouted in the distance:

"That guy is busy looking for someone, how can he beat me up when he has time? I'm not afraid of you, hehehe, newcomers have to accept workplace bullying from veterans, this is the rule, this is... alas? When will you come back? Are you? Wait! Put Tashalak down! Bastard, wow! Everything will be annihilated in the first move, did I steal your wife? Such a big hatred, don't cut it on the head!

It hurts to grow back, asshole. "

"Boom"

There was a loud noise, and then Mason felt a surge of cold air, almost freezing his soul.

This made him unable to pretend to be asleep, and jumped up from the bed all at once, rubbing his arms and moving the water in his body to warm himself up again.

The power of the evil **** of the void has been taken away from him, allowing him to return to normal. In front of him, a guy in a strange robe is opening a crimson magic shield to help him resist the terrifying frost surging from the outside world.

What is absolute zero is not even mentioned under this crazy attack. What is even more frightening is that the frost that freezes the soul is only the aftermath of the outside battle, and the caster in front of him resists most of it.

Are people in this organization all monsters and lunatics? !

Mason turned his head to look at the combat area outside. In the quaintly decorated hall, the burning fire in the fireplace vaguely cast an indescribable shadow among the thousands of cold bursts.

A black cloak covers the body, under the cloak there are ten thousand snake tentacles surging, and a strange imprint of the void is worn on the chest, and the faint whisper stimulates the mind of the captain.

This indescribable state is much more exciting than Hei Qi's face of the evil god, and what is hostile to him is a dead and silent existence.

I can't see the specific figure clearly, but I can see the black battle armor and the broken blade swung in the frost-wrapped storm, almost pressing down on the lightless evil **** and beating fiercely in silence.

"Don't look over there, your soul will be taken away by those two guys."

"Man in the Light" kindly reminded:

"With your life form, you can neither resist the 'Blessing of Truth' from the Silent One, nor the soul fragmentation of the Dark Blade Death God. For the sake of your consciousness, don't care about them, lest I have to sew your consciousness again. It's not difficult to get up, but it's a waste of time."

"Uh, is this how you usually get along?"

Mason turned his head in a calm manner, instead of looking at the fiery battle outside, he looked at the caster in front of him.

The latter is wearing a strange crimson robe, the hem of which is spread out in a unique quadrilateral shape, and there are streamers hanging from the shoulders, and a pair of very elegant glasses in the flying black hair, covering his pupils like ashes Weird pupils like a ring.

His biggest feature is that he has a very strange diamond-shaped crystal on his forehead, dotted there like a third eye, which makes him full of a strange charm of mysticism.

But this guy who is obviously a spellcaster wears not a magic wand but a magic sword with a rather strange shape on his waist.

If I heard correctly just now, this sword should be called "Judas".

Well, what a weird name.

"Usually get along very well, but today the boss went to play mahjong, so the smelly pirate is a bit too high, don't pay attention to him, he usually looks like this cerebellar atrophy."

The magician sighed and said:

"But don't blame him. His strength determines that he is like a crazy metronome, swinging back and forth between sanity and madness. Don't look at him as annoying now. When he is rational, you will know that he is still alive." Can be more obnoxious.

Forget it, let's not talk about him. "

The magician gracefully levitated forward, stretched out his hand towards Mason, showed a gentle smile, and introduced himself:

"Merlin, my name is Merlin, Mason Riley.

You can call me 'Raven', I like it when people call me that. Of course, if you want to be more formal, you can also call me 'Vanity Lord' or 'King of Hell'. "

"Vanity?"

Mason pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose in surprise, and said:

"You don't look vain, you give me the impression that you are the best one in this "Crazy God Boys Group"."

"Of course, I am happy to do so. I care more about my image in the eyes of others than my real side, and I always hope to be looked at by strangers and dissipate my vigilance.

Isn't this the essence of vanity? "

The smile on Merlin's face was even worse, which made the captain's heart feel cold.

All right.

None of the three people here is good.

I am already surrounded by the Void God, the Grim Reaper, and the King of Hell. Now that I say I don't want to play anymore and want to quit, the end may not be very good.

"My name is Mason, Mason Cooper."

The captain stretched out his hand and shook hands with the Vainglory in front of him. The latter raised his eyebrows and asked:

"Give me a locator? Are you serious?"

"Uh, I'm sorry, my hands are slippery, I'm used to it professionally."

Mason hesitated for a moment, and took back the nano-level locator hidden in his hand.

He glanced at the area he was in, which looked like a magic laboratory, and saw a shimmering crystal on the alchemy table in front of him, as if greeting himself.

He blinked and said:

"That is."

"Oh, that's the lost spirit you brought back, what a lucky little guy."

The vanity lord Merlin who seemed easy to talk reached out and lightly tapped his hand, and the spar on the table floated up and fell in front of Mason's eyes. He explained:

"After falling into the void, this child was too far away from Black's daily cruise and salvage range, so he has not been found and rescued in time. If he hadn't met you, he would probably be swallowed by the void package.

In fact, his situation is already very bad.

If you're an hour or two late, he'll"

Maharaja shook his head and said softly:

"It was you who saved you, Mason, which fully proves that you have the talent to do this job. The attention we paid to you has paid off at this moment.

compatriots

Your compatriots lost in the void are saved because of you. "

"He saved me."

Mason reached out and held the protected spar in his hand, he whispered:

"If he didn't keep sending out messages for help, I would. Wait! Did you just say compatriots?"

The captain was startled, looked up at the smiling Merlin Riley, and said:

"Is that what I think it means?"

"What do you think?"

Merlin asked back:

"Do you still think that we are born and bred in this multiverse that was born in fantasy and became reality outside the realm? No, Mason, we are from the same place.

Everyone is a time traveler.

The flow of time in each universe is not the same, so you may even be here longer than us. Of course, it is also a fact that we complete the transformation of the second life faster than you.

But it's not your fault.

Just because we chose the path of strength, and you chose your own path, I guess, you should be an excellent craftsman when you were in your hometown."

"It's just a blue-collar worker who has just joined the job. To put it bluntly, he is a screwdriver with a bit of personal interest."

Mason waved his hand very modestly. After knowing that these guys in front of him are all time travelers from the same hometown as himself, he also got a little closer to these powerful guys.

asked:

"What about you? What did you do before?"

"Ah, once upon a time, the first life, so long ago that it seems like a million years ago."

Vanity Maharaja smiled, thought for a while, and said:

"I seem to be a young teacher who advocates mysticism, maybe there are deviations, after all, I haven't recalled the past for a long time."

"Then you are too inferior, no wonder you look so weak now."

The fighting outside had stopped at some point, and the stinky pirate who rescued Mason from the out-of-control power armor was now leaning against the entrance door of the laboratory with injuries all over his body.

While grabbing the wine jug and pouring wine into his mouth, he waved his hands and said:

"Before crossing, my uncle was a serious sailor, the one with a certificate, he is a brave and passionate man who fights the wind and waves, this may be doomed to my fate with the sea.

Hey, Mason, help me repair the boat when you are free, and use your super craftsmanship to make my little cutie more beautiful. "

"Is it the wine bottle you lost?"

Mason stared at the **** in front of him with an unhappy expression. He touched his head and said:

"I guess there are many ways to send the soul into the new world? Why do you have to beat me to death?"

"Well, there's really no need to bleed all that out, don't you think that's great?"

The stinky pirate widened his eyes, made a punching motion, and said:

"The feeling of a wine bottle being hit on the head is great. The pleasure of opening a human head is no less than the exhilaration of a successful robbery. I like the comfort of Super Smash Bros."

"But you may not realize that it caused me a lot of psychological shadow, the high-altitude parabolic thing is really stupid!"

Mason picked up his big engineering wrench and walked towards the pirate. He said fiercely:

"I'll pay it back, bastard!"

At this time, he had already changed into an elf-style robe, and the cold-faced Reaper who was sitting by the warm fireplace drinking hot tea casually flicked a bottle of wine on the table and flew towards Mason, who was caught by the captain again. In his hand, he raised and dropped the bottle under the wide-eyed gaze of the crumb pirates.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound.

The scented wine shattered in the flying glass shards, the crumb pirate remained motionless and stretched out his hand to dip the wine on his face, put it into his mouth and sipped it.

He said helplessly:

"What a waste. This is a good thing I stole from Saber's bar, but well, I'm starting to like your character, hey, let's have a drink together when you have time."

The Scrap Pirate reached out and patted Mason on the shoulder, and said to him:

"You will become a very good pirate. I see this potential. Why don't you give yourself a chance to try? As I said before, I still lack a boatman on my ship."

"On the one hand, his ability can play a better role in a larger range, instead of wandering around in the void with you all day long, and occasionally going to other universes to cause trouble."

Vanity Lord glared at the stinky pirates, he said:

"Is it time for you to go on patrol?

The lost spirit share for this month is still less than one-third. If it is not enough by the end of the month, then it is because I or Tyrion have talked to you. My friend, you don't expect Saber to be angry, do you? "

"Tch, that thug can only speak with his fists, without any technical content."

Pirate Scraps curled his lips, but still waved his hands dissolutely, picked up his captain's cap from the side and put it on his head, and bid farewell to everyone very elegantly, and finally made eye contact with Mason with a meaningful smile, hum With a strange pirate song, he strode out of the hall.

His sword hung in the air as if alive and followed him away.

It wasn't until the sword was small that the black death sword on Mason's body quietly emerged as if he was relieved, and was hidden by the vanity magnate after a casual glance and whoosh.

Hey hey hey, they're all big bosses, they can't be messed with.

"That guy with dirty hands and feet took away your Star Emperor's Heart."

Sitting by the fireplace, the grim Reaper held hot tea and said in a voice with a strange accent:

"Aren't you going to come back? I can help for free."

"That's money for my life. It's an indisputable fact that he saved me. I can't let him go for nothing."

Mason sighed and said:

"It's a disaster to keep that thing in my hands. Anyway, I have already figured out its blueprint and manufacturing principle. Now I only lack some materials. Speaking of which, Lord Death, what did you do?"

"Unemployed youth, anime dead house."

The cold-faced Grim Reaper said something without raising his head, and then said:

"Call me Tyrion, welcome to the Brotherhood of Shadows, Mason, I personally welcome your arrival, your responsibilities will be assigned by Merlin, work hard."

"Um."

Mason nodded. Seeing that the cold-faced handsome guy had no intention of saying anything else, he followed Vanity and left the hall, while the elf Reaper sitting on the sofa stared at his back. After Mason disappeared, he said with a sense of loss:

"It's not him Dick, where are you?"

"That guy has most likely died."

The crumb pirate who has gone and returned quietly reappeared in the shadow of the burning fireplace. He leaned on the sofa and said to Death:

"I have traversed all the current universes, and I haven't found any clues after traveling through the void for so long. Do you want to continue searching?"

"Perhaps that ray of holy light has not yet been reborn."

Death sighed and said:

"Keep looking! We won't abandon any brother! Never!"

(end of this chapter)

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