Chapter 189 72 Strength Is Enough, We Craftsmen Don't Pursue Those

Chapter 189 72. Things like strength are 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 up and down his arms and legs. This way of imprisonment was simply humiliating for a saint.

But the problem is that his kidnapper gave him some kind of strange potion, which caused John Wick's hands and feet to become weak, and he was so nauseous that he couldn't even use his skills to the fullest.

There is also a needle on his wrist that is used to draw a suspension bottle, connected to a very special blood pump.

That thing is very precise and has a centrifuge function. After Wick's blood is extracted, it will be purified into serum that can be processed and used within a few minutes.

The worst part is that John Wick was conscious throughout this whole process.

He looked at the young figure in front of him who was busy in the underground parking lot that was partially destroyed by the bombing. The latter placed a strange gold cup on the table and lit it on fire to brew a strange-tasting liquid.

There were all kinds of strange things in his hands.

From advanced molecular sieves to medieval-style condenser tubes, these completely different things are combined and work in a way that Wick can't understand at all.

"Are you trying to break free?"

While handling the raw materials at hand, Mason set up a portable refining array, took out an alchemy stone and pinched it in his hand to activate the refining process.

With a flash of red light, several bottles of potions appeared in his hand, but these high-level potions were not used directly. In fact, Mason only used them as solutions for further processing of materials.

While he was busy, he said without looking back:

"No need to try, I gave you ten times the dose of bat weakening agent. At this dose, even Superman would cry for Martha, and the veritaserum was injected into your blood vessels 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 allowed you to meet a rare alchemist like me? "

"puff"

Upon hearing this, Wick, who was tied up, bit off his tongue decisively and spit out the broken flesh and blood on the ground.

This process must be very painful, but the expressionless assassin saint seemed not to be aware of his actions at all.

Mason looked back at him, then at the blood stains on the ground, and said:

"Oh, I am indeed a religious assassin. I don't care about other people's lives, let alone my own. But if you think this will allow you to keep the secret, you are looking down on me."

After saying that, he stepped forward and took out a bottle of epic healing potion purified in a golden cup, pinched John Wick's bloody mouth and drank it from him.

His body was already very tough due to the awakening of the Isu bloodline, and he was also very receptive to healing potions.

In just ten seconds, he felt his tongue healing.

This made Wick struggle, but Mason just gave a deep smile and picked up the special cloak previously seized from the assassin saint.

This golden thing looks very luxurious, especially the strange and mysterious patterns on the cloak that shine in the dark, giving it a futuristic feel.

Mason stared at it, and the information label quickly popped up:

Shroud of Prometheus

Quality: Legendary Engineering/Tailoring Items·Immortal Craftsmanship

Item special effects:

1. Biological healing:

This cloak is made of ancient Isu technology and can effectively heal the injuries of all living organisms it comes into contact with. When worn with Isu armor, it gives the user [Super Healing] and [Vitality Lock] effects.

hint!

When the engineering attainment reaches Level 6 or the person has Isu bloodline, the cloak's [Holy Purification Program] can be activated, and the high-energy particles emitted by it can dispel all curses, injuries, and poisoning effects on the user.

2. Fire thieves:

The ancient Isu man Consus made this cloak to transfer the consciousness of living beings. The blessing of unknown technology gives the cloak the ability to copy biological signals and allows the user to communicate with the biological signals of the ancient Isu people stored in the cloak.

When your engineering attainment reaches Lv8 or you have Isu bloodline, you can activate the cloak's [Biological Consciousness Transfer Program] to digitize the soul and consciousness of a specific object and store it in the cloak to avoid the collapse of the soul caused by physical death.

Producer: Consus, the ancient Isu

Item Description: The Shroud of Jesus refers to this thing, and the miracle of the three-day resurrection also comes 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. It almost made me think that the mutation of Isu bloodline gave you the ability to be immortal."

Mason put the Isu cloak on his body 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 the blood vessels every three minutes continued to take effect, so as Mason watched with a smile, his cheeks turned red and he finally said hoarsely a minute later:

"174 bits."

"Good, that's a good start."

Mason smiled, turned and walked back to his temporary workbench to continue mixing the potion he was preparing. He put the serum collected from Wick into Hufflepuff's golden cup to purify it.

There was already a ball of light golden liquid in the golden Holy Grail. As Wick's serum was added to 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 looking back:

"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 has received rigorous training since childhood to become the inheritor of the ancient creed, but the miraculous Isu power cannot prevent this evil potion from continuing to take effect.

This made the assassin saint feel a sense of shame.

But the "desire to share" stemming from his heart forced him to tell everything that Mason was interested in.

"Oh? In other words, in this era, whether it is the Assassin Brotherhood or the Templars, neither side has born a natural saint? It seems that the quality of your generation is very poor."

Mason glanced back at the red-faced assassin and said:

"Then let me change the question. Is the Isu demigod who lived from more than two thousand years ago to the present still there? You know who I am talking about, the mediator between the Assassins and the Templars, the one who balances chaos and order. Where is Lady Cassandra, the protector of Leonidas I, the falconer of Sparta, and the keeper of all secrets?”

"I have no idea!"

The moment this answer was spoken, Wick breathed a sigh of relief.

He really didn't know.

He is just an assassin who follows orders. He cannot come into contact with that legendary figure. It is said that only elders can interact with the legendary god.

"Then what's going on with this attack?"

Mason asked:

"When did you start monitoring the Star Council? Was it when your world was accidentally discovered seven months ago?"

"Why do you think you discovered us? Arrogant!"

Seeing that he could no longer withstand the devastation of Veritaserum, Wick took a deep breath and changed his strategy. He no longer resisted talking to Mason, but instead started talking nonsense to delay time.

He was tied weakly to the chair, 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 set up twelve months ago.

Our elders and the legendary 'Three Fates' predicted the emergence of the Council of Stars two years ago.

You will bring chaos and disaster to this world, but escaping is never an option for assassins. We are prepared at all times!

Facts have proved that the golden apple’s mind transformation is surprisingly effective for greedy bugs like you.

Every pioneer who leaves here with loot will spread our wealth to more people, and as expected, more arrogant fools will come here to hunt for gold.

We only need to pay for some replicas of ancient artifacts, and it will be enough to dig all your secrets out of your mouths! You pathetic explorers don't know how to keep a secret.

All it takes is a glass of wine, a game of cards, or an arranged romantic encounter.

Haha, you are the database that we can use.

But now, this boring game has to come to an end. Facts have proved that you are facing the same crisis as us, but you can't come up with any effective means at all. You are like a group of fools who revel in the doomsday and think you are powerful. "

"Well done! It perfectly sums up the image of the Star Club in my mind."

Mason was even clapping, cheering for Wick's brilliant insult.

He glanced at the nearly boiling medicine in the crucible next to him, waved his hand and took out a complex distillation device from his luggage and connected it to the electrical box in the underground parking lot.

While he was busy, he said:

"So the device you are now activating that can cut off contact with the world is the device that has been protecting you for a long time in the past?

I guess it was made by the Isu to protect the world.

Let me ask you, Wick, have you experienced shock? "

"twice!"

The assassin saint gasped and said:

"The ancient artifact protected this world twice, protecting us from the malicious interference of the stars, but it was also extremely damaged, which is why we have to close the "Aurora Device" and contact you.

We had pinned our hopes on finding a way to end the apocalypse with you, after all you seemed confident.

However, it turned out that all this was just a waste of time.

You know no more than we do. We are eager to find collaborators in the face of the same disaster, but you use the advent of the Dark Ages to launch barbaric conquests.

You are just wasting your time. "

"I see."

Mason nodded.

He got all the information he wanted to know, and even exceeded the task assigned by Mr. Hunter.

The Odin Golden Apple in his hand no longer needs to be unlocked.

Taking the golden apple proved to be just a bait put into the outside world by the assassins of this world. As Zha Kang said, Team K was holding the pot for Mr. Hunter this time.

If Mason hadn't emerged from nowhere, Mr. Hunter would have done this operation himself.

But now that he learned from John Wick that the world had survived two impact events under the protection of the ancient Isu artifact, Mason became more and more interested in this device.

If such a device can be promoted in a parallel world, does that mean another possibility under the apocalypse?

Mason blinked, knowing that to answer this question he had to go and see for himself the "Aurora Device" that protected the world.

To enter there, Mason must arrange a "disguise" for himself in advance.

He looked at the distiller running in front of him, and then glanced at the Isu serum that was already being purified in the golden cup. All the preparations were almost done.

"Now I'm going to ask you to get some sleep, Wick."

Mason strode up to the assassin saint, looked at him condescendingly, and said:

"Someone told me that you are a space-time alien in this world shared by two bastards named Johnny Silverhand and John Constantine. For this reason, I will not harm your life.

But you may have to follow me to the Grand Temple in New York. "

"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 for you. You have jumped into it. You don't want to go anywhere."

"Indeed, facing the assassination of a group of assassin saints who are as ferocious as you and holding Isu artifacts, let alone me, even Dachao here can drink a few bottles of him."

Mason took out a paralysis injection and plunged 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, regarding your carefully prepared killing of the bastards of the Association of Stars, I feel so excited that I even want to join in and shoot a few more shots.

Many people will thank you for the just execution of the villains today.

That includes me.

Go to sleep. "

Mason watched John Wick lower his head in front of him and fell into a coma. He carefully locked him up with bat cuffs and put him in his suitcase, and then returned to his workbench.

The Sorting Hat he placed on the workbench had a vague human face protruding from its appearance, saying:

"Are you going to use the Isu blood in this world to make enhancements for yourself? Mason, with all due respect, from my observation, these Isu blood enhancements are not suitable for combat.

The best way to use it is when the assassins of this world have figured out a technique for assassination.

Compared with the enhancer formulas you currently get, mixing Isu bloodline will not give you excellent enhancement results. "

"No, hat, it's not strength I'm after."

Mason explains:

"The super potential of the Isu people in creation and learning is what I need most. I have never been a warrior. As you can see, I am more interested in making something than slashing people with a knife.

Things like strength have always been seductive and depraved, making you become more and more stupid as you become better and better at fighting, so for me, strength is enough.

The wisdom I am most proud of is the foundation for my survival in this dark era.

Besides, there are too many people in Team K who can fight, and I am not the only one left. "

"Well, what you said won my heart."

The Sorting Hat was very satisfied with Mason's explanation. The old man's accent said with a smile:

"I have been worried that you have been affected by the barbaric habits of the Society of Stars. Now it seems that you have always been sober. Yes, you are what a Hogwarts Avenger should be."

"Stop complimenting me, hat. You've already made me blush. If you say a few more words, I'll even be proud of you."

Mason opened the still and collected a syringe of blue liquid from it. He put the thing in front of his eyes and flicked it, and the information label immediately popped up:

super fit solution

Quality: Excellent alchemical creation·Outstanding craftsmanship

Item utility:

A basic solution based on Super Soldier Serum with a modified formula can be used as an adapter when making alchemical items. This solution is extremely adaptable and can effectively adapt to and enhance the effects of various alchemical enhancements.

Notice!

This alchemical solution is originally derived from the super soldier serum, so all enhanced items made using this solution will have the effect of strengthening and transforming the drinker's body.

However, the strengthening effect is inferior to the original Super Soldier Serum.

Producer: Mason Cooper

Item description: You destroyed a medicine that can turn you into a super human. This makes people wonder what you want to do with it?

"puff"

Mason took out a blood-red crystal the size of his little fingernail from his arms and threw it into the solution in his hand with a very distressed expression. Then, as a large number of bubbles and liquid turned into blood, he purified the gold cup to a sufficient concentration. The Isu serum 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 a new life.

"Although I made it myself, there is no shelf life or ingredient list. It really makes people worry about the effect of this thing. If something happens, I can't ask myself to claim compensation, right?"

He complained, raised his head and drank the bloody liquid in one gulp.

“Orange flavor, I like it!”