Volume 9: Fate of Destiny Chapter 40 Is death a mere excuse for not doing good things?
"Bang"
The captain in silver armor rolled over and fell into the dark castle. The force of his fall was so rapid that the floor beneath his feet shattered and he fell all the way to the deepest part of the castle.
His feet landed firmly on the ground, splashing dust all over the sky.
The flying backpack pendant on the back detached with a click, hit the ground and extended out a crawler-type mobile device , and then opened the weapon bay in a cool transformation to form a railgun turret, turning into two automatic turrets connected to the autonomous mode of the Main Power Armor of the Universe.
There were also silver-gray spherical drones that detached from the armor and were floating around Mason. The circular matrix in front of them had begun to accumulate energy, just like eyeballs floating in the air.
This is the firepower unit designed by Brainiac for this power armor. It is a very effective means of group attack, but it is useless in Mason's hands.
The main reason is that the captain uses this suit of armor as a defensive equipment, and most of the time he cannot use its attack module.
But things are different now.
In the devil's castle in the hell dimension, there are naturally all kinds of "local specialties" from hell. As soon as Mason landed, hundreds of ferocious hellhounds appeared from the darkness and pounced on him, and then were beaten into disgusting sieve meat paste by the volley of particle cannons and magnetic rail impacts the moment they appeared.
Mason looked around.
He knew that he should first clear out the surroundings and support the resistance coalition that was moving towards the castle, then gather superior forces and rush into the old devil's lair in one go to kill him.
But the problem was that he didn't have much time to wait.
On the way here, Barbara reported to him that the war had broken out in Star Castle, and more and more pioneers were heading towards Star Castle. It was impossible for them to remain calm under the threat of candlelight.
If the time drags on too long, casualties are inevitable.
But what is the point of such a meaningless death other than to please the devil?
"Click, click, click"
The Ragnarok pistol constantly transforms into a handheld heavy assault rapid-fire cannon in the hand armor of the power armor. After obtaining the Cybertronian's mechanical components, Mason modified the gun to make it more diverse in transformation.
Don't expect the arrogant Black Death Sword to be able to deal with these hellish creatures in front of you. Even though it is complete, it is still not willing to show its strength to these creatures that it is not interested in.
Six all-terrain rotating fire devices based on the Predator's hunting particle cannon were also activated, like a "light wing unfolded" form supported by connecting rods behind the power armor.
This turned Mason into a mobile turret. No matter how many strange things jumped out of the gloomy castle in front of him, they would be cleaned up under such firepower.
"Oh my, I have guests in my run-down home. You should at least inform me in advance so that I can clean up those eyesores and prepare for the guests."
The old devil was clearly gritting his teeth but he had to pretend to be calm. A strange voice sounded as Mason stepped into the castle hall. The temperature here was extremely high, and it seemed that he was very close to Mephisto's lair.
But just like the rule that all copies must go through a "parliamentary battle" before facing the final BOSS, Mason has to pass another level if he wants to open the way to Mephisto's "boudoir".
"Are you in pain?"
Mason looked up at the human-shaped projection of Mephisto that appeared on the high platform in front of the hall. The latter looked unharmed and full of energy.
But the captain flicked off his visor and said sarcastically:
"Don't bear the pain. No one will laugh at you if you scream. We bastards are always very tolerant of lonely old devils who are about to die."
"Why? Do you feel honored to have killed your concubine with your own hands?"
When it comes to talking nonsense, the old devil has never been afraid of anyone. He retorted very viciously:
"I admit that I was wrong, Mason Cooper. I thought that a Cirilla and her love could hinder your progress towards greatness and excellence, but your cold-bloodedness still exceeded the imagination of a devil like me.
I guess Xilia didn't suffer much pain when she died, so is this the last tenderness you give her?
Or is it that all the feelings between you and Ciri are just part of your "anti-poor, lonely old devil tactics"?
You took advantage of that poor girl!
Let her get stuck in your trap and create a weakness that can be exploited by someone with ulterior motives. Poor old A and I were the fools who fell into the trap.
This would explain why Ciri, who was deeply in love with you, asked you for sex again and again but was always rejected by you coldly.
You don't love her at all.
You're just taking advantage of her!
You cold-blooded little bastard."
"What a great, great, hell joke. I'm going to record this lovely story and tell it to Ciri when I meet her again."
Mason laughed.
I just felt that the old devil in front of me might have lost his mind due to anger, but when I thought about how Hei Qiyi was also mocking this old guy for not understanding love, it was understandable that he made such a ridiculous inference now.
Humans can't describe a color they haven't seen, and the same is true for demons! They can't understand something they've never had.
"Ah, why does everything with Mason have to be so bad!"
To be honest, Mephisto is a bit defensive.
But he was a very professional cold-blooded villain after all, so he quickly calmed down. He looked up and down at Mason's extremely cool power armor and felt that this thing was a big trouble.
Then his eyes rolled and he sneered again, and with his signature sneering laugh, Mephisto 's projection stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, and a large ball of light like a firefly was thrown into the air in front of him.
Those are candle flames that no longer have candle bodies but are still burning, and each one represents a soul among the stars.
Of course, guys like the old devil don’t want just any soul. The ones he carefully collects are those that are extremely powerful or very unique.
"I will prepare under my throne to welcome the great Savior and Saint of Hope to my humble abode. From now on, you can have fun with my collection .
Just think of it as killing time.”
Mephisto's projected cane tapped the ground, and with a crisp sound of impact, the light spots continued to jump and formed human figures one after another in the air.
The power belonging to the dimension of hell was infused into them, causing them to quickly take shape into evil entities.
The first person that caught Mason's eyes was Batman, the Last Knight, wearing a tattered black cape and cool dragon skin armor. The sonic axe in his hand was wrapped in hellfire and looked extremely ferocious.
Behind him are Pharaoh and Hive, who also died in the world war, and even Wesker and Red Skull, who died long ago.
They are all A-level personnel!
Not only the A-level personnel who had interacted with Mason, but also all the A-level members who died accidentally during the exploration in the past seventeen years before Mason joined the Star Society are here.
Only their souls are left, but the devil's palace has its own magical power. Even souls can gain full or even enhanced combat power here.
"They think death is the end of service, they think death brings freedom! But no, the souls of the hounds belong to me!
So does your unique and wonderful soul."
Mephisto shouted from above:
"Go fight with your predecessors, A-level member Mason Cooper... Perhaps I should give you the title of 'Grand Master of Pioneering', since you got rid of the previous Grand Master with your own hands.
Oh, I will enjoy the irony."
"I didn't see the warlock."
Mason shrugged his shoulders and said to the old devil who was talking nonsense:
“Of course, Ciri is not in your hands either. You can’t control everyone, even if you firmly believe that you can. But do you know what the saddest thing about this matter is?
Your so-called manipulation is nothing more than an illusion of strength. They have already broken free once, how hard can it be to break free a second time?"
"puff"
As soon as the captain finished speaking, the Doomsday Knight in front of him swung his battle axe with the decisiveness of a traitor and chopped down the beehive next to him, as if this was what he had always wanted to do.
The sudden attack caused the latter to lose his soul, leaving only miserable wails that lingered in the air for three days, and the ruthlessness of this guy's attack simply strangled the old devil's laughter in his throat.
The soul contract is still in effect, but the power of this curse, weakened by a death, is now difficult to control those already determined souls.
"It doesn't matter! He's just cannon fodder!"
Mephisto did not intend to stay here and continue to embarrass himself. He felt that the situation had begun to get out of control, so it was important to make preparations early. He left a word and disappeared on the spot, going to his throne to prepare some tricks to deal with the final PK with Mason.
After he left, the captain did not hesitate, picked up his heavy assault particle cannon, and operated the attack drone to join the desperate fight between the souls of the Doomsday Knight and other A-level members.
Heavy artillery roared and bullets flew, but physical attacks were not very effective against these supernatural forces.
After more than ten seconds, Mason simply gave up the gun and turned it back into the shape of Johnny's Gun and put it back on his waist. He then pulled out the Sword of the Lady of the Lake from his waist and slashed at Wesker who was about to transform into a destructive form. The demon-slaying sword flashed with golden light, and it dealt a critical hit with one slash.
One third of Wesker's body was cut off, which meant that the spirit would not be dying from such an injury, otherwise the previous blow would be enough to kill him.
"Bruce placed your cape and suit in the collection room of the Batcave. He also built a cenotaph for you in the Wayne family cemetery."
Mason walked forward to slash and kill, while saying to the Doomsday Knight standing back to back:
"If he still knew that you were still alive, he would be very happy. He is now outside directing the coalition forces to advance here. Would you like to consider meeting him and saying something?"
"No."
The soul of the Last Knight said in a hoarse, cold, and strangely light voice:
"I am already dead, and I only hope to rest in peace now. However, since you have come here, it means that your cause has been successful and the reckoning has begun...
It seems my sacrifice was not in vain."
"Thanks to the Laughing Bat you've been hunting, the cosmic tuning fork he brought out helped us a lot. From this point of view, giving you a ten-ton medal is not enough to reward you."
After another headshot, Mason knocked on his power armor and said:
"I melted down your relics and used your armor to repair my battle suit. Although I didn't tell you in advance, I guess you won't ask me for material fees or anything like that, right?"
"clang"
The Knight of the End did not answer.
He was being besieged by three former A-level members. The Hell Sonic Axe in his hand was smashed away and melted into flying fragments of light in the air by dangerous magic.
"then!"
Mason waved his hand, and the recast and repaired Inspection Axe flew out and was held in the hand of the Last Knight. The latter took back his most convenient weapon, turned around and chopped the enemy in front of him to death, and then played the strings to make the surrounding supernatural souls fall into temporary blindness and confusion, and then grabbed the battle axe and chopped it with a 270° spin.
KO'd three guys at once.
"No! I'd love to see my relics being used in the most appropriate place."
The Knight of the Last Days plucked the strings of his guitar and played a triumphant song. As the heavy metal-like tones echoed, he replied:
“I stole that suit of armor. It protected me and helped me through countless dangers. It’s already broken, but I don’t have the technology to repair it.
If the Warframe could talk, it would definitely call me a jerk, but would also cheer for you for allowing it to be reborn in a more powerful form.
You have to be careful with Mephisto, though.
All the rules are for him to use, and he will not allow you to complete the final battle with him in this cheating suit."
"It doesn't matter! I have many weapons in my arsenal that I can use. If he thinks this suit is my trump card, he will be greatly disappointed."
Mason used a sword to cut off the black curse from the Pharaoh in front of him, and then in the initial charge, he stepped forward and cut off the Pharaoh's arm with a sword despite the bombardment of magic in front of him.
The latter staggered back and was kicked down by the Doomsday Knight who rushed from the side. The Sword of the Lady of the Lake and the Inspector's Axe chopped down at the same time, one sword pierced his heart and the other axe beheaded him.
The bald man who came back from the dead couldn't even utter a curse, and he quietly shattered in a horrifying ending.
Mephisto said that these powerful souls were cannon fodder used to delay time. It turned out that he, the founder of the Star Society, did not have a clear understanding of the power of the hounds under his command.
This is the same strategic mistake that the warlock made in the first place.
You can't let explorers perform warrior tasks, it will cause trouble! Oh, speaking of our poor warlock, his soul is indeed not here.
Because he had been eaten by the black monster, both his body and soul.
No matter how powerful Mephisto was, he couldn't snatch the warlock's soul back from the terrifying black hole-like stomach of the Black Man in that situation.
The most important thing is that he was still asleep at that time, so even if he wanted to snatch it, he couldn't.
Mason, who was nearly invincible under the protection of power armor, and the Doomsday Knight quickly joined forces to send those predecessors into eternal liberation of death again. The disappearance of those souls left behind streaks of light suspended in the air, which was quite beautiful.
In this colorful background like fireworks, Mason held the Sword of the Lady of the Lake in front of him and looked back at the Doomsday Knight who was doing the same thing behind him.
He opened his visor and said to the Doomsday Knight in front of him:
"Are you sure you don't want to stay and see Bruce again? I know you have a special feeling for him, but you're used to suppressing it."
"It's weird for you to say that."
The Doom Knight, who had a heavy and dark aura, complained:
"Each Robin has a special feeling for his Batman. They are not just mentors on the road to heroism or strict fathers, but also family members who need to be protected by Robin.
This relationship is relative.
We all have a responsibility to each other.
As long as Batman is here, Robin is here."
"Well the good news is my Batman is retiring."
Mason shrugged and said:
"So I will probably be the only Robin in this parallel world who can truly retire."
"You are unique. You are an outstanding example for all Robins. I would like to call you the strongest Robin, and in the future, you may also become a role model for all Batmans."
The Last Knight chuckled and hinted at something Mason had no intention of doing.
It can be seen that he was really relaxed and had no fear or reluctance when facing the death. Under Mason's gaze, he returned the inspection axe and opened his arms, saying:
"Come on, send me on my way. I have to go accompany my Batman. He also needs a good assistant in another world. He has been waiting for too long.
So please, don't let me miss another night patrol in Gotham tonight."
"Say hello to your Batman for me."
Mason stepped forward, and the golden blade pierced the heart of the soul in front of him. He watched in the flashing light as the spirit of the Doomsday Knight turned into one of the flying spiritual lights around him.
It was as if all invisible consciousness were expressing gratitude to Mason in this way.
Be it evil or justice.
At this moment, they can finally rest in peace.
As the spiritual light dissipated, the captain stretched his shoulders, sheathed the Sword of the Lady of the Lake, grabbed his heavy assault particle cannon, turned around and strode towards the passage at the end of the hall.
It's time to end this!
Mephisto!
You old dog, your daddy is here!
