Volume 9: Fate of Destiny Chapter 52 Congratulations to the player for completing the game. Do you want to start the second round and try a higher difficulty?
Galactus is a cosmic god.
He is the ultimate life that has experienced the changes of the universe and survived the destruction of all things. The other four who are listed as the five great gods of the universe are all incarnations of concepts, but he is the only one who is a complete entity.
Although he also embodies the concepts of "destruction" and "rebirth", Uncle Tun is famous for his endless brute force and invincible fighting posture in almost all stories, which also indirectly proves his strength and tenacity at the existential level.
Even though he was hit head-on by the planet of Unicron who had undergone a "brain transplant", and even though he was in the most extreme weakness, Uncle Tun was not killed on the spot by this vicious cosmic dump truck.
But this is not a good thing.
Because at the moment of impact, the body of the Star Emperor, which was made entirely of metal, began to "deform".
"The third main drive gear set is stuck!"
"The energy transmission of the hot melt digestion tank was affected by the collision just now. The core energy transmission efficiency has dropped to 72%! And it is still decreasing."
"The internal compression of the planetary antibody armor has blocked the deployment of the main deformation module, and the deformation mode cannot be completed!"
In Unicron's neural module, the previous silver-gray steel tower has been demolished, and replaced by the Exile spacecraft, which is permanently parked above the Star Emperor's mechanical control room.
This thing is now the new brain of the Star Emperor's body. The mechanical life forms that shamelessly seized this invincible body are hiding here and manipulating their "new toys".
Patmos sat on his mechanical throne with the flexible mechanical posture of a second-generation Cybertronian, turning a deaf ear to the various bad news that kept coming from various modules inside the Star Emperor's body.
The God of Wisdom just stared at the star Devourer projected in the optical projection in front of him.
The latter's body was stuck in the golden mechanical interlocking arms that Unicron used to devour stars, and he was unable to break free in a short time as the Star Emperor's body continued to advance, but Uncle Tun was not a cosmic god who would let things get worse.
After realizing that he was being attacked, even though the mechanical armor on his body fell off due to the impact, he still clenched his fists and smashed towards Unicron's body.
Each punch could leave a horrific scar on the thousand-kilometer-thick antibody armor. The damage caused by just a few seconds of attack exceeded the total damage caused by the Isu civilization and the rebels in the Fusion War.
Sure enough, the only thing that can hurt a monster is another monster.
"It's OK. Star Devourer looks extremely weak. His current maximum output does not exceed the upper limit of the Star Emperor's body's ability to sustain damage. Mason's audacious plan is absolutely feasible.
Keep transforming!"
Batmos ordered the entire "alive" planet:
"No need to fully transform, switch from dormant mode to deployed mode and capture ! Set the estimated armor loss rate to 45%, and then activate the repair module.
Complete planet repair within thirty Earth days."
"Order received!"
As the veteran driver AI Delaman, the navigator of the Star Emperor's body, responded, and then the entire vast cosmic star body began to open rapidly along the central axis of the star body's equator.
The constant movement of millions of super-large parts made the planet completely "wake up", countless black and gold modules were activated, extraordinary magnetic fields and gravity began to take effect, and huge locking rods extended from the constantly deforming and opening planet, like "tentacles" grabbing towards Uncle Tun who was held captive.
The huge interlocking arms of the primary matter swallowing mouth on the front of it continued to tighten, completely shattering the high-tech outer armor of Galactus, and then buckled into His body.
Uncle Tun obviously realized what this strange "big guy" in front of him was going to do.
He felt a sense of humiliation.
This brainless bastard actually wanted to capture him, causing him, who had just escaped from the death cage, to be dragged back into the predicament of imprisonment again. This was a completely unacceptable outcome.
"Asshole! Get out!"
The furious cosmic god burst out with divine power, and the purple divine power swept across the sky, annihilating and destroying an entire layer of the mechanical structure of the Universe Emperor's planet.
But a contest between beings of the same level cannot end with a simple burst of power. The Star Emperor's counterattack soon follows, with billions of weapons opening fire. The force of the planetary bombardment causes blinding flames to burst out all over Uncle Tun's body.
This scene is like two giants fighting in the sea of stars.
Unfortunately, there was no one available to act as a war correspondent in this situation and record this shocking scene.
"Click"
Hundreds of huge locking buckles clasped Uncle Tun's left arm as he struggled, and then Uncle Tun broke free and tore it apart.
A huge explosion was triggered inside the Star Emperor's body, but this could not change the current situation at all. More interlocking arms extended out and surrounded Uncle Tun, like a flying insect caught in a spider web. The more it struggled, the tighter it was tied.
"Capture procedure 30% complete!"
Bartomos looked expressionlessly at the damage reports that kept flashing before his eyes like a waterfall. He didn't care about the damage to the planet since Unicron's maintenance module had already been activated.
Unless Uncle Tun can crush the entire body of the Star Emperor into pieces with one blow, with the strength of his current struggle and counterattack, it is only a matter of time before he is captured and sealed into a star body.
"Mason, what are you going to do with Him?"
The God of Wisdom asked:
"A life form like Galactus can be restrained but cannot be killed. Moreover, it has already died, and it will not remain so weak. With the speed at which we can control the Star Emperor, Galactus may break free and escape before we can fully control this war planet.
With the body of Unicron here, the Mechanical Kingdom that is being planned will be fine, but the same cannot be said for you. He will not forgive your offense so easily.
Just like He would rather humble Himself and cooperate with the goddess of death than destroy Mephisto who had humiliated Him. "
"I will lock Him up until the next era and then release him. This is my plan."
Mason replied:
“Of course, we cannot abuse our Uncle Tun. He has provided very important help to our cause. Without his participation, we would have to spend ten times more energy to get rid of the Old Devil and the Star Society so quickly.
I'll give you a star map!
Marked on it are the coordinates of some of the Council's Cleaner Hive Worlds, and some of our people are already trying to deal with them.
After the Conqueror Sequences went out of control one after another, the mindless cyborgs that were created to assist them in military operations had become a worthless source of chaos.
I don't want to keep them until the next era and let them do whatever they want.
So, I asked the Star Emperor Star Train to help deal with these hives next. After all, Unicron's hot-melt digestion tank probably wouldn't mind the bad taste of the cleaners.
When you devour and digest those worlds that have been polluted beyond repair, don't forget to give some of your energy to the trapped Uncle Swallow as a reward.
But don't let Him eat so much that He gains enough strength to escape before the dust settles.
But although I trust you to do the job, I still have to ask one more question, can the body of the Unicron really trap Uncle Tun?
Do you need me to send someone to help?"
Bartmos did not answer immediately.
He turned his head to look at the optical projection in front of him. In that picture, Uncle Tun, who was restrained by the mechanical arm, had been dragged into the body of Unicron, which had completed a secondary transformation into a mechanical starship, in the nebula-shaped shock wave caused by the flying cosmic power.
"You should ask how long we can hold Him."
Bartmos said:
"It won't be long, but it should be enough for you to do whatever you want to do. I wanted to see you again to catch up, but now is not the right time.
We need to get the angry Galactus out of this plane and as far away from you as possible, so...see you in the new era."
"Well, see you in the new era, Bartmos."
Mason responded and turned back after the other party hung up the call.
All members of the Death World Commando have been sent away, and only the master is still here. He took off his tattered Hell Bat armor and said to Mason:
"Are you going back with us? Or..."
"I'm going to stay and deal with this thing."
Mason pointed at the World Gate that was wrapped in X-metal chains, and said to the master:
"You guys go back and rest first. You don't have to worry about anything anymore. Now everyone can have a good sleep. I know they will definitely hold a grand celebration banquet. Please ask them to reserve a seat for me.
It may be late, but I will get there.”
The master nodded, turned around and walked towards the space-time rift opened by the frog map. The moment he stepped into it, he suddenly turned back and said to Mason:
"You're not going to leave and never come back, are you? I have a feeling that you're going to leave us soon."
"How come?"
The captain waved his hand and said:
“There’s still so much unfinished business.
Old A and Doom have not been executed yet, Harley and Quinn are still there, I have not witnessed the birth of little Mason, and the fusion plan has not yet reached the final moment.
Do you think I am the kind of person who throws all the troublesome work to you and then runs away?"
"You better not be."
The master whispered:
"Even if it's a farewell, there has to be a ceremony. You've given so many people freedom, you have to give them a chance to say thank you... Whatever you want to do, Mason.
Don’t forget that we are here, you are never alone.”
"Yes, I will."
The captain responded very seriously. After the master walked into the crack and disappeared, he finally moved his wrist in a relaxed manner and then walked towards the main body of the World Gate.
The half-disabled Black Strange was sitting in mid-air by the door, using magic that Mason couldn't understand to adjust the divine power in his body that was too huge and indigestible.
"Do you need help?"
Mason asked, and with a casual wave of his hand, the black blade of the Black Death Sword jumped out of his hand and was held in his five fingers.
Hei Qi glanced at Mason and said quietly:
"How are you going to help me? Make a hole in my stomach? Just do your thing, I'll just take it easy."
"I'm just asking, I don't mean any harm."
Mason shrugged, retracted the Black Death Sword, and reached out to the handle of the World Gate under the vigilant attention of Frog Figure and Perfect Ultron.
The brass door handle felt chilly, and when Mason touched it he could even clearly feel the force hitting the other side of the door.
That was the howling of the unwilling world of death, and it didn't seem to be willing to admit defeat.
"Can it be destroyed?"
Mason turned his head and looked at the frog picture. The former observer shook his head and said:
"The power of two sets of Infinity Stones and three Cosmic Cubes shaped this door into a whole. It is connected to the existence of the 2149 plane so it is not so easy to be damaged. Only in this way can the servants of the power of death be imprisoned.
And there's no point in ruining it, Mason.
When the world fusion reaches the final step, this will inevitably be integrated into the new cosmic era. I don't have enough knowledge to judge what the scene will be like, but I guess that in the next era where both the planes and dimensions are extremely solid, it will be almost impossible for them to escape from the inside.
So the best thing to do is to keep it until the epoch changes, when it will naturally lose its usefulness."
"Looks like I have another nickname: 'The Keeper.'"
The captain said it in a low voice, but from the look of him he didn't hate this new job. After all, the Star Society was gone, Mephisto was dead, and no one was offering Mason a job and paying him a salary anymore.
No matter how great a pioneer you were in the past, if your parent company goes bankrupt, you will have to find a new job to support yourself.
Mason looked down at his left arm. The devil tattoo on it had disappeared, leaving only the white arm.
Although the captain never liked it when that thing existed, now that it's suddenly gone he feels a bit empty and a bit uncomfortable with it.
Maybe finding a tattoo sticker and sticking something on it would be better?
This nonsensical thought came to his mind, and the captain grinned. As his fingers flicked, the familiar magic fire was still there. Although this was the power from Mephisto, relying on his magical golden finger, this power had been transformed into a kind of talent of Mason. This was something that truly belonged to him.
"The Star Club is gone just like that?"
Perfect Ultron said:
“I mean, shouldn’t there be a statement or something?
Arrange the follow-up matters. After you use the World Gate body to take back all the World Gate projections, it will not be so easy to travel freely through the world.
How about taking this opportunity to issue a declaration or something?
Tell everyone about Mephisto's ending, and give the Star Society, which stood for seventeen years in the Dark Ages, a complete ending. Aren't you a person with a sense of ritual?"
"I certainly am, and I came ready when I did."
Mason nodded and patted his bag. The pile of documents were divided into pieces and stacked at Mason's feet.
The sharp-eyed Watu saw at a glance that the document spread out on the top contained the latest revision of the Fusion Plan, which also included a complete set of global magnetic field generator drawings and a simplified version of the Isu signal tower assembly plan.
He immediately understood what Mason was going to do, so he took out the large notebook that he always carried with him and planned to record this moment that was bound to be important for this era that was about to end.
Mason took a deep breath, organized his words in his mind, and then reached out and placed his hand on the World Gate itself.
This is a supernatural magical device. All the projections of the world gates used by the members of the Star Society are derived from it. Through this thing, those projected gates can be retracted in an instant.
After Mephisto lifted the curse on the Star Contest, those projection gates no longer required the identity of a member of the Star Contest to be used freely, unless Mason, the second holder, added some restrictions to it.
But Mason wasn't going to do that.
He didn't want to set up a Star Society of his own, that would be meaningless.
"How should this thing be used?"
The captain who was learning how to use the World Gate complained quietly, and then a voice told him:
"No, don't touch that! You are a complete amateur in the manipulation of magic. Such rough use will trigger a chain reaction of magic, turning the original projection gate into a semi-permanent world portal.
That's probably far from what you meant.
And in order to prevent the power of plane 2149 from leaking out accidentally, they added a self-destruct magic to it when they made it.
After Galactus passed through the gate and the guardian Mephisto died, the magic was activated and it would explode in two minutes.
So I suggest you leave now and find a professional to handle this matter."
"Is it so dangerous? Perhaps I should thank you for your reminder?"
Mason said this with a frown, took out an inscription pen and was about to try the magic bomb disposal, but he reacted the next moment.
He had never heard that voice before!
Not Black Strange or Frog.
The captain turned around suddenly, raised the Destiny Pistol in his hand and aimed it at the person behind him. The latter remained unmoved. In the light that was suspended like a projection, he said to Mason:
"I'm here to pick you up. You've done your job, and you've done it well. It's time to return to your true brothers, Mason Cooper."
