Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 43: The Humiliation of Diana the Clay Doll
"Clark, Bruce, I need backup!"
When Diana Prince, the Amazon princess, the goddess of war on Paradise Island and the descendant of Olympus, cried for help with exhaustion and fatigue on the private communication band of the Big Three, Superman and Mr. Superman, who were slacking off in a Batplane and rushing to Gotham at a "leisurely" speed as a backup force, looked at each other in bewilderment.
If they remembered correctly, this was the first time Diana had asked for help in the years since she joined the Justice League. Previously, when she was facing Darkseid's projection, Diana was beaten to death and never spoke softly.
This Amazon demigoddess's mouth is as hard as her Bladebreaker buckler, and her devotion to battle is as fanatical as her inexhaustible courage.
However, this person actually asked for help...
Is this Mason Cooper so evil?
After defeating the Flash, even Wonder Woman is about to be defeated?
Now even the master began to have doubts in his heart.
He felt that he might have overlooked the extremely unscientific growth curve of this little guy Mason, and that he might need to immediately modify some details of the "anti-Mason tactics" in his personal database.
However, the situation did not give Superman, Master and Wonder Woman more time to think about the mental state of the "exploding" Mason. After all, the Black Death Sword armor, which was still hungry, was not a weapon that would show mercy.
"Bang"
The vibranium round shield was wrapped in black matter and thrown out like a meteor hammer, knocking the Bladebreaker round shield in the weak Diana's hand away and turning into sinister tentacles, grabbing the heroine's limbs and pulling her in front of Mason while retracting.
To be honest, Diana Prince, who was still struggling with her limbs controlled by black tentacles, was really too awkward...
The delicate state of being bound before her was in stark contrast to her previous majestic and awe-inspiring appearance, which made it hard not to be moved.
But even though Mason was a little gentle and kind to women, the Black Death Sword Armor was absolutely ruthless when it attacked.
The tentacles that bound the demigod pierced the skin and entered the blood vessels, feeding on the god's blood that was full of divine power. While they were feasting, even Mason could clearly feel his armor groaning with enjoyment.
The evil atmosphere in this scene is off the charts.
Hey! Mason Cooper, after making Wonder Woman so embarrassed, you still have the nerve to call yourself a good person?
"Don't kill her!"
Mason intervened at the critical moment and rebuked the Black Death Sword Armor:
"Not now!"
"Why not?"
The gloomy will asked back in a conscious way:
"I am strong, you are strong!"
"She has teammates who are stronger than her and who don't have divinity and won't be restrained by you. They are coming! Your power can't suppress him, and it will only cause us big trouble."
Mason explained:
"Besides, can you bear to eat up such delicious food all at once? Do you want to be full for one meal or for every meal? It's your choice."
If the arrival of a powerful enemy still made the Black Death Sword disdainful, then the second simple and popular explanation was quickly accepted by the Black Death Sword Armor.
With reluctance and regret, it threw Wonder Woman, whose blood had been drained by one third, to the ground.
Then, as if it had eaten and drunk enough, the black substance dissipated from Mason's body. It quickly shrank and finally turned into a black ring that stayed on Mason's right index finger.
The meaning is very clear.
The noble Lord Black Death Sword has no interest in enemies without divinity. Mason will have to find a way to deal with the next trouble on his own.
Mason shook his head repeatedly at the ruthless attitude of this jerk, but when he saw Wonder Woman, who was so weak that she sat like a duck and was still gasping for breath, Mason's mood suddenly improved.
With the Flash frozen next to him and Diana Prince under his feet, such a brilliant record is enough for Mason to become one of the top villains in Gotham overnight.
He squatted down, looked at Wonder Woman who was powerless to protect herself, reached out and took off her Lasso of Truth without hesitation but did not touch other equipment.
Although these things are now in Diana's possession, they are all sacred objects worshipped by the gods on Paradise Island. Taking them carelessly might attract some not-so-friendly attention.
Although Mount Olympus collapsed thousands of years ago, the echoes of the gods still linger in this world .
Diana Prince isn't the only Olympian descendant, either.
There was also a God of War who was hiding somewhere and peeping at the screen. Mason didn't intend to cause himself any more trouble, especially when he was already in trouble.
Most importantly, even if Mason got these weapons, no one else could use them.
Just like how the Isu artifacts can only unleash their full power in the hands of Isu blood, the Olympus artifacts can only be perfectly controlled by descendants of divine blood like Diana Prince.
Mason held the Lasso of Truth in his hand, squinted his eyes and said to Wonder Woman who was glaring at him:
"I've heard your story, Diana Prince, some outrageous rumor that you were a clay doll molded from the clay of Mount Olympus by Queen Hippolyta.
It symbolizes the love between the queen and a certain god.
What a beautiful story, but I still want to ask, are you really made of clay?"
"Are you humiliating me?"
Diana, who was sweating and extremely weak, said coldly:
"You'd better kill me now, Mason Cooper! I have always despised so-called enemies, but now I have an enemy. If you let me live, then you can forget about it in the future..."
"Shua"
The golden Lasso of Truth was swung and hooked onto Wonder Woman's arm. As it was pulled, Mason shouted:
"Answer my question! Diana Prince, are you made of clay?"
The soul-torturing ability of the Lasso of Truth is a very buggy magic. Even the hat that can turn into a mask is amazed and says in his heart that the magic of Olympus is really unpredictable.
Unfortunately, Mason's desire for magical knowledge was not great, he just wanted an answer now.
Faced with this question, Diana struggled hard, but the loss of one-third of her blood and strength made her indescribably weak. It was difficult for her to resist the torture of the Lasso of Truth. After being silent for more than ten seconds, she could only gasp and say unwillingly:
"I... I am, but that is a divine art that an uneducated fellow like you cannot understand. It was my mother who used her own blood and bones to create my life and my mission.
It was a pure and noble ceremony..."
"Oh, yes, yes, pure and noble. However, I don't want to know the grudges and tear-jerking love stories of the older generation. I just need to know that you are indeed a clay doll. That's enough."
Mason dropped the lasso and crouched in front of Diana.
He didn't have a knife or a gun.
As the heroine looked at him with disdain, he opened his five fingers, and a mass of sticky slime jumped out from his skin, then turned into a cute little clay figure, with its head tilted and its big black eyes staring at Diana in front of it.
"What's this?"
Wonder Woman felt uneasy when she saw Mason produce a sticky mass from his hand. Then she heard Mason stroking the restless slime monster Kevin and saying to her:
"In addition to defeating The Flash and Wonder Woman consecutively, I'm going to have a 'double joy' today, dear Ms. Diana, don't worry.
I have no interest in an old lady like you who is thousands of years old.
But you see, my slime also needs some 'nutrients' to help it grow quickly. I mean, you shouldn't mind letting Kevin take a bite out of you, right?
Just one bite!
Small bites, I promise!
Come.
Don't struggle and it won't hurt."
He brought Kevin in front of Diana.
The little slime monster was very anxious, but it didn't know why it was so anxious. The beautiful big sister in front of it was obviously a living person, but it smelled an extremely delicious fragrance from her.
The moment the donor Mason loosened his five fingers, amid Diana Prince's unprecedented scream of terror, Kevin screamed and turned into a sticky ball of strange substance that draped over Wonder Woman's body.
It's not about devouring, nor is it about hurting, nor is it about biting off a piece of flesh out of thin air.
That's so bloody!
Now it just wants to absorb a little bit of "mud" from Mount Olympus from the weak "clay doll" Diana to help itself grow better.
But to be honest, this process is a bit boring.
As Mason watched, Kevin quickly wrapped Wonder Woman in mud. The latter was still struggling, and the power transfer between the two was carried out in a way that Mason could not understand at all.
He could just feel Kevin getting stronger little by little.
But then again, how powerful can a slime be? Mason was just glad that he had a more useful tool and assistant in his alchemy laboratory.
"Shua"
He picked up the freezing gun jet from the arm of Fenrir's armor that Diana had dismantled with her bare hands, and fired a few more shots at the ice sculpture of the Flash that was already beginning to melt.
During this time, the hat spoke to him:
"Mason, I still feel that there is something wrong with your Black Death Sword Armor. I have observed the whole process. Can I understand that it has regarded you as its temporary master?"
Mason shook his head at this conclusion and said:
"No, Hatter, the Black Death Sword will not have a second owner. After Gnar's death, it became a permanent independent object. It responded to me at this time because it probably smelled 'food'.
Or maybe it's also longing to be whole again.
I can wield it, I can fight with it, but I will never be its master, and I think it is best for me to never have such an idea. "
“That means other people can use it, too.”
The Sorting Hat reminds:
"Maybe there is a risk of mutiny?"
"Well, we can't expect to have all the good things in the world."
Mason was quite open-minded.
He dropped the freezing gun that had run out of energy, and tried to dig out some advanced components that could be recycled from the miserable pile of spare parts behind him.
Fenrir's armor was completely destroyed.
But the good news is that it collects a lot of useful practical information and details, which can give Mason more direction for its next transformation.
While removing the scrapped Ark reactor wreckage from the destroyed armor that was still emitting arc sparks, he sighed, turned around and sat on Fenrir's "corpse" and looked at the night sky where light rain began to float above his head.
He was not in a very good mood, and the rainy night in Gotham quickly became heavy. The big raindrops kept hitting the ground, making the slime monster Kevin move his body more vigorously with joy.
Mason stared at his slime monster. He waved at it, looked at the black ring on his left hand, and said to the hat:
"We should just work together when we need each other. If the Black Death Sword favors someone else in the future, I will not stop it from pursuing its 'ideal' of freedom.
Same with you, hat.
And you, Consus, we are just cooperating and not bound together. I have always been open-minded about this. However, if you want to have a good relationship with Lord Black Death Sword, you have to "feed" it first.
A hungry beast is always terrible, no matter who holds the reins."
"Shua"
The "well-fed" slime monster Kevin jumped into Mason's palm. It happily turned into a small clay man without facial features, jumping in front of Mason's eyes, and stretched out its "hand" to show him its current supreme Pava.
Mason picked up a screw and gave it to it, and then Kevin easily used his thin hands to crush the screw into a ball of scrap metal.
"cool!"
The captain of Team K praised:
"King of the Dead lost his job before he even started, and I have a much better bodyguard now, but I think you got more than just brute force from Diana.
It doesn't matter.
We’ll have time to explore it later.”
Kevin croaked in agreement, then stretched his body in the cold rain and turned into mud and water to cover Mason's arm, hiding like an invisible "glove".
Mason, who was sitting on the wreckage of Fenrir's armor, raised his head, picked up the penguin umbrella and opened it above his head. Amid the raindrops, he pursed his lips at Lady Diana, who had struggled to get up, and said:
“You may go now, Wonder Woman, tonight was our first meeting and I believe we have already made a deep impression on each other.
I hope you've learned your lesson. Don't come alone next time, and don't underestimate any man."
"You're not going to kill me?"
Diana propped herself up with the Sword of Vulcan, looking at the Lasso of Truth hung on Mason's waist. She picked up her Bladebreaker shield and put it on her back. She was sweating under her long black hair and panting as she said:
"Don't expect me to show mercy to you next time we meet! Mason Cooper, you are the most evil little devil created by Batman... In the name of Amazon, there will be no peace between you and me!"
"Whatever you want."
Mason picked up a cigarette from under the penguin umbrella in his hand and lit it with the magic fire. When the smoke dissipated in the rain, he looked up and glanced at the night sky, thinking that his team members should have approached the watchtower by now.
Then he glanced at Wonder Woman who was staggering away and said softly:
"As for killing me, didn't you just try? Queen of the Clay Dolls, bragging doesn't seem to be a traditional virtue of the Amazons, right?"
These words made Diana slip and almost fall. Then she saw a pistol thrown at her feet, and Mason said a faint "hint" from behind:
"You will definitely get into trouble if you walk around Gotham in your current state. This cesspool-like city is not friendly to a delicate woman alone at night.
This gun is a gift from me to you.
Hit any man who tries to get close to you at his feet.
Call the police if necessary, but don't trust any other police officers except Commissioner Gordon. This is a friendly reminder to you as a Gotham native.
This city... it's really terrible."
"You're not running yet?"
The heroine kicked the pistol away from her feet.
Using this thing was simply an insult to her identity. She looked back in the rain at Mason, who was sitting on the ruins of Fenrir's armor, and said:
"Superman will be here soon."
"He will definitely come."
Mason threw the cigarette he had just smoked into the rain, took out the alchemical holy grail, rubbed his neck, and said in the increasingly heavy rain:
"What do you think I'm waiting for?"
