Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 72 Strength is enough. Craftsmen like us don't pursue those things.
John Wick, the assassin saint of the Brotherhood, was tied to a chair with two ropes tied around his arms and legs, one above and one below. This way of imprisonment was simply humiliating for a saint.
But the problem is that his kidnappers gave him some strange potion, which made John Wick's hands and feet weak, nauseous and vomiting, and he couldn't use even one tenth of his abilities.
There was also a needle for an IV drip on his wrist, connected to a very special blood pump.
That thing is very sophisticated and has its own centrifuge function. Wick's blood will be purified into serum that can be processed and used a few minutes after it is drawn out.
The worst part is that John Wick was awake throughout the whole process.
He looked at the young figure in front of him who was busy in the underground parking lot that was half collapsed. The latter placed a strange golden cup on the table and lit a fire to boil a strange-tasting liquid in it.
There are all kinds of strange things around him.
From advanced molecular sieves to medieval-style condensers, these completely different things were combined together and worked in a way that Wick could not understand at all.
"Are you trying to break free?"
While processing the raw materials at hand, Mason set up a portable alchemy array, took out an alchemy stone, held it in his hand and activated the alchemy.
With a flash of red light, several bottles of potions appeared at his hand, but these high-level potions were not to be used directly. In fact, Mason only used them as solutions for further processing of materials.
While he was busy, he said without turning his head:
“Don’t try. I’ve given you ten times the dose of the Bat-Weakening Agent. Even Superman would cry for Martha at this dose. I’ve also injected truth serum into your veins at a rate of one drop every three minutes.
The high concentration of Isu blood in your body may allow you to think clearly in this situation, but please believe me, you will answer whatever I ask you in the next few minutes.
No need to struggle.
It's not your fault that the secret was leaked. Who made you meet a rare alchemist like me?"
"puff"
Hearing this, the tied-up Wick decisively bit off his tongue and spat out the broken flesh and blood on the ground.
This process must be very painful, but the expressionless assassin saint seemed to be unaware of his actions.
Mason looked back at him, then at the bloodstains on the ground, and said:
"Alas, you are indeed an assassin with faith. You don't care about other people's lives, let alone your own life. But if you think that this will allow you to keep the secret, then you are underestimating me."
After saying that, he stepped forward and took out a bottle of epic healing potion purified by the golden cup, pinched John Wick's bloody mouth and poured it into his mouth.
His body was already very tough due to the awakening of his Isu bloodline, and he was highly receptive to healing potions.
In just a dozen seconds he felt his tongue healing.
This made Wick struggle, but Mason just laughed a low laugh and picked up the special cloak he had seized from the assassin saint earlier.
This golden thing looks very luxurious, especially the strange and mysterious patterns on the cloak that glow in the dark, giving it a futuristic feel.
Mason stared at it, and soon an information tag popped up:
Prometheus Shroud
Quality: Legendary Engineering/Tailoring Items·Immortal Craftsmanship
Item Effects:
1. Biological healing:
This cloak is made of ancient Isu technology and can effectively heal the injuries of any living organism it touches. When worn with Isu armor, it grants the user [Super Healing] and [Life Force Lock] effects.
hint!
When the engineering attainment reaches Lv6 or the user possesses Isu bloodline, the cloak's [Holy Purification Program] can be activated, and the high-energy particles it emits can dispel all curses, injuries, and poisoning effects on the user.
2. Fire thief:
The ancient Isu Consus created this cloak to transfer biological consciousness. With the help of unknown technology, the cloak has the ability to copy biological signals and allow the user to communicate with the biological signals of the ancient Isu stored in the cloak.
When one's engineering attainment reaches Lv8 or one possesses Isu blood, the cloak's [Biological Consciousness Transfer Program] can be activated to digitize the soul and consciousness of a specific object and store it in the cloak to prevent the soul from disintegrating due to physical death.
Maker: Consus the Ancient Isu
Item Description: The Shroud of Turin refers to this thing. The miracle of resurrection in three days also originated from this. In addition, another name of the Isu Consus in mythology is Prometheus.
"No wonder you were still alive and kicking after being shot several times. I almost thought that a mutation in your Isu bloodline gave you the ability to be immortal."
Mason casually put on the Isu cloak and glanced at the assassin saint who was glaring at him. The latter's tongue injury had been healed.
Mason asked:
"How many assassin saints are there in this world?"
Wick gritted his teeth and refused to answer.
But the truth serum that was dripped into his veins every three minutes continued to take effect, so under Mason's smiling gaze, he held back his cheeks and blushed, and finally said in a hoarse voice a minute later:
"174..."
"Well, that's a good start."
Mason smiled, turned around and walked back to his makeshift workbench to continue mixing the potion he was preparing. He put the serum collected from Wick into the Hufflepuff's gold cup to purify it.
There was already a pool of light golden liquid in the golden holy grail, and as Wick's serum was added into it, the amount of liquid began to increase.
He carefully observed the changes in the "Isu serum" being purified in the golden cup, and asked without turning his head:
"How many of these 174 Saints were created by Abstergo's Phoenix Project?"
"all."
Wick felt like he was going crazy.
As a powerful and professional assassin, he received rigorous training since childhood to become the inheritor of the ancient creed, but even the magical Isu power could not prevent the evil potion from taking effect.
This made the Assassin Saint feel ashamed.
But his inner desire to share forced him to tell Mason everything he was interested in.
"Oh? In other words, in this era, no natural saints were born in either the Assassin Brotherhood or the Knights Templar ? It seems that the quality of your generation is very poor."
Mason glanced back at the red-faced assassin and said:
"Then let me ask you another question. Is the Isu demigod who has lived for more than two thousand years still alive? Do you know who I'm talking about? The mediator between the Assassins and the Templars, the defender of the balance between chaos and order, the granddaughter of Leonidas I, the falconer of Sparta, and the lady who knows all the secrets. Where is she now?"
"I have no idea!"
Wick felt relieved the moment this answer came out.
He really didn't know.
He was just an assassin who followed orders. He could not get in touch with such a legendary figure. It was said that only the elders could have contact with the legendary god.
"So what's this attack about?"
Mason asked:
"When did you start monitoring the Star Society? Was it when your world was accidentally discovered seven months ago?"
"Why do you think you discovered us? Arrogance!"
Seeing that he could no longer withstand the ravages of the truth serum, Wick took a deep breath and changed his strategy. He no longer resisted talking to Mason, but instead began to talk nonsense to delay time.
He was tied to the chair weakly, staring at Mason, with a sarcastic smile on his lonely face, and said:
"We knew about your existence long before you entered this world. You entered this world seven months ago, but the system dedicated to monitoring you was established twelve months ago.
Our elders and the legendary 'Three Goddesses of Fate' predicted the emergence of the Star Society two years ago.
You will bring chaos and disaster to this world, but escape is never an option for assassins. We are always prepared!
It turns out that the Golden Apple's mind-transformation is surprisingly effective for greedy bugs like you.
Every pioneer who left here carrying spoils would spread the news of our wealth to more people, and as we expected, more arrogant fools would come here to pan for gold.
All we have to pay is a few replicas of ancient artifacts to wrench all your secrets out of you! You pathetic explorers don't know how to keep a secret.
All it takes is a glass of wine, a game of cards or a planned romantic encounter...
Haha, you are the database we can use at will.
But now, this boring game should end. It turns out that you are facing the same crisis as us, but you have no effective means at all. You are just like a group of fools who are reveling in the doomsday and think they are powerful. "
"Great scolding! It perfectly sums up the image of the Star Club in my mind."
Mason even applauded, cheering for Wick's brilliant insult.
He glanced at the nearly boiling medicine in the crucible next to him, waved his hand, took out a complex distillation device from his bag, and connected it to the electrical box in the underground parking lot.
While he was busy, he said:
"So the device you're activating now that can cut off the world's connection is the device that has been protecting you for a long time?
I guess it was made by the Isu to protect this world.
I ask you, Wick, have you ever experienced a shock?"
"twice!"
The Assassin Saint panted and said:
"The ancient artifact has protected this world twice, keeping us from the malicious intent of the stars, but... it has also been severely damaged, which is why we have to shut down the 'Aurora Device' and get in touch with you.
We had hoped to find a way to end the doomsday from you, after all, you seemed full of confidence.
However, it turned out that all this was just a waste of time.
You know no more than we do. Faced with the same disaster, we long to find collaborators, while you take advantage of the coming of the Dark Ages to launch brutal conquests.
You are just wasting your time.”
"I see."
Mason nodded.
He had obtained all the information he wanted to know, and even exceeded the task assigned by Mr. Hunter.
The Apple of Odin in his hand no longer needed to be untied.
It was proved that the golden apple was just a bait put into the outside world by the assassins of this world. As Zha Kang said, Team K was taking the blame for Mr. Hunter this time.
If Mason had not appeared out of nowhere, this operation would have been carried out by Mr. Hunter himself.
However, now Mason has learned from John Wick that this world has survived two impact events under the protection of the ancient Isu artifact, which makes him more interested in this device.
If such a device can be promoted in a parallel world, does it mean another possibility for doomsday?
Mason blinked. He knew that to answer this question he had to go to the "Aurora Device" that protected the world and take a look.
In order to get in there, Mason must prepare a layer of "disguise" for himself in advance.
He looked at the distiller running in front of him, and glanced at the Isu serum that was being purified in the golden cup. All preparations were almost done.
"Now I'm going to ask you to get some sleep, Wick."
Mason strode up to the Assassin Saint, looked down at him, and said:
"Someone told me that you are a time-space alternation shared by two bastards named Johnny Silverhand and John Constantine in this world. For this reason, I will not harm your life.
But you may have to follow me to the New York Grand Temple."
"My companions will find you!"
Wick also stared at Mason, as angry as a tiger. He gritted his teeth and said:
"This is a trap set for you. You have fallen into it. You are not going anywhere."
"Indeed, facing a group of assassins who are as vicious as you and armed with Isu artifacts, even if Dachao is here, he will have a hard time, not to mention me."
Mason took out a paralysis injection and stabbed it into the neck of the assassin saint in front of him. He said:
"But you overlooked one point, I am not your enemy.
In fact, when I saw the massacre of the Star Society bastards that you carefully prepared, I was so excited that I even wanted to join in and shoot a few more times.
Many people will thank you for the justice you brought upon the villains today.
This includes me.
Go to sleep."
Mason watched John Wick lower his head and fall into a coma. He carefully locked him up with bat cuffs and put him in his briefcase before returning to his workbench.
He placed the Sorting Hat on the workbench, with a vague human face protruding from its surface, and said:
"Are you going to use the Isu blood of this world to make yourself a reinforcement? Mason, with all due respect, from what I have observed, the blood reinforcements of these Isu people are not suitable for combat.
The best way to use it is for the assassins in this world to figure out a technique for using it for assassination.
Compared to the enhancement formulas you have currently obtained, mixing Isu bloodline will not bring you excellent enhancement results. "
"No, Hat, it's not strength that matters to me."
Mason explained:
"The Isu's great potential for creation and learning is what I need most. I have never been a warrior. As you can see, I am more interested in making things than in chopping people with a knife.
Strength is something that always tempts people to fall into depravity, making you more and more powerful in fighting but also more and more stupid, so for me, having enough strength is enough.
The wisdom that I am most proud of is the capital that allows me to survive in this dark age.
Besides, there are too many people in Team K who can fight, and they don’t need one more person like me.”
"Well, I really like what you said."
The Sorting Hat was very satisfied with Mason's explanation. The old man said with a smile:
"I have been worried that you would be influenced by the barbaric habits of the Star Society. Now it seems that you have been very sober. Good, this is what a Hogwarts Avenger should be like."
"Don't compliment me, hat. You're making me blush. If you compliment me any more, I might even become proud and complacent."
Mason opened the distiller and collected a syringe-sized amount of blue liquid from it. He flicked the thing in front of his eyes and an information label popped up immediately:
Super Adaptive Solution
Quality: Excellent alchemical creation, outstanding craftsmanship
Item Utility:
A basic solution made from Super Soldier Serum with a modified formula. It can be used as an adapter when making alchemical items. This solution is highly adaptable and can effectively adapt to and enhance the effects of various alchemical enhancements.
Notice!
The alchemical solution is based on the Super Soldier Serum, so all enhanced items made with this solution will have the effect of strengthening and transforming the drinker's body.
However, the enhancement is inferior to the original Super Soldier Serum.
Producer: Mason Cooper
Item Description: You destroyed a drug that could turn you into a superhuman, which makes one wonder what on earth you were planning to do with it?
"puff"
Mason took out a blood-red crystal the size of his little finger nail from his arms and threw it into the solution in his hand with an extremely distressed expression. Then, as a large number of bubbles and liquid turned into blood, the Isu serum that had been purified to a sufficient concentration in the golden cup was also mixed in with exquisite techniques.
Even just holding the test tube, Mason's fingers could feel the power contained in the medicine he had just made.
He knew that drinking it would mean the beginning of his rebirth.
"Although I made it myself, there's not even an expiration date or ingredient list. I'm really worried about the effect of this thing. If something goes wrong, I can't claim compensation from myself, right?"
He complained, raised his head and drank the bloody liquid in one gulp.
"Mmm...orange flavor, I like it!"
