Chapter 245 43 Clay Doll Diana's Humiliation

Chapter 245 43. The great humiliation of the clay doll Diana

"Clark, Bruce, I need backup!"

When the Amazon Princess, the Goddess of War of Paradise Island, and the Descendant of Olympus Diana Prince sounded in the private communication frequency band of the Big Three with a tired and exhausted cry for help, it was very difficult to sit there for a while. A Bat fighter jet rushed to Gotham at a "slow" speed as a backup force. Da Chao and Lao Ye looked at each other.

If they remember correctly, this is the first time Diana has actively asked for help in the years since she joined the Justice League, right? Diana, who had been beaten to death when facing Darkseid's projection before, had never spoken softly.

The Amazon demigod's mouth is as hard as her Bladebreaker buckler, and her dedication to battle is as fanatical as her undying courage.

However, such a person actually took the initiative to ask for help.

Is this Mason Cooper so evil?

After defeating The Flash, even Wonder Woman was defeated?

Now even the master began to murmur in his heart.

He felt that he might have overlooked the extremely unscientific growth curve of the little guy Mason, and that he might need to immediately modify some details of the "anti-Mason tactics" in his private database.

However, the situation did not give Superhero and Wonder Woman more time to think about the mental state of the "exploded" Mason. After all, the Black Death Sword armor, which is still hungry, has never been merciful. weapons.

"boom"

The vibranium buckler was wrapped in a black substance and thrown out like a meteor hammer. It knocked away the Bladebreaker buckler in the weak Diana's hand and turned into sinister tentacles, clasping the heroine's limbs and then retracting them. She pulled it right in front of Mason's eyes.

To be honest, Ms. Diana Prince, whose limbs were controlled by the black tentacles and was still struggling, was really too astringent.

The frail and frail state in front of her was in stark contrast to the majestic way she had killed everyone before. It was really hard not to be tempted.

But even if Mason is a bit sympathetic, the Black Death Sword armor is definitely a killer when it comes to it.

The tentacles that restrained the demigod pierced the skin and entered the blood vessels, feeding on the divine blood full of divine power. Even Mason could clearly feel his armor moaning in enjoyment while feasting.

The evil atmosphere of this scene is completely off the charts.

Hello! Mason Cooper, after making Wonder Woman such a mess, you still have the nerve to say you are a good person?

"Don't kill her!"

Mason intervened at the critical moment and scolded the Black Death Sword armor:

"not now!"

"why not?"

The gloomy will asked in a way of conscious contact:

"I am strong, you are strong!"

"She has teammates, teammates who are stronger than her and who are not divine and will not be restrained by you. They are coming! Your power cannot suppress him, it will only cause us big trouble."

Mason explains:

"Besides, can you bear to eat up such a delicious thing in one go? A full meal or a full meal? It's your choice."

If the arrival of a powerful enemy still made Black Death Sword dismissive, then the second simple and popular explanation was quickly accepted by Black Death Sword's armor.

With a sense of reluctance and regret, it dropped Wonder Woman, who had lost a third of her blood, to the ground.

Then it dissipated from Mason's body as if he had eaten and drank enough. The black substance quickly shrunk and finally turned into a black ring that stayed on Mason's right index finger.

The meaning is obvious.

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 by himself.

Looking at this ruthless scumbag, Mason shook his head repeatedly, but when he looked at Wonder Woman, who was so weak at her feet that she was slumped in a duck-sitting posture and still panting, Mason's mood suddenly improved again.

With the frozen Flash next to him and Diana Prince at his feet, this brilliant record is enough for Mason to become the top villain in Gotham overnight.

He knelt down and looked at the helpless Wonder Woman in front of him. He reached out and unceremoniously removed her mantra lasso but did not touch other equipment.

Although these gadgets are now in Diana's possession, they are all sacred objects enshrined in Paradise Island, and taking them carelessly may attract some not-so-friendly looks.

Although Mount Olympus collapsed thousands of years ago, the reverberations of the gods still linger in the world today.

Diana Prince isn't the only descendant of Olympus, either.

There is also a god of war with the priesthood of war who is hiding out and peeping at the screen. Mason has no intention of causing any more trouble for himself, especially when he is already in trouble.

The most important thing is that no one can use these weapons even if Mason takes them.

Just like the Isu artifacts can only exert their full power in the hands of the Isu bloodline, 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, winked and said to Wonder Woman, who was glaring at him:

"I've heard stories about you, Diana Prince, and some outrageous rumors that you were a clay doll molded from the soil of Mount Olympus by Queen Hippolyta.

It symbolizes the love between the queen and a certain god.

It's a beautiful story, but I still want to ask, are you really made of clay? "

"Are you humiliating me?"

Diana, who was covered in cold sweat and extremely weak, said coldly:

"You'd better kill me now, Mason Cooper! I have always despised so-called enemies, but now I have one. If you let me live, then you can forget about it later."

"Swish"

The golden Lasso of Truth was swung and clasped on Wonder Woman's arm. As the tug was pulled, Mason shouted:

"Answer my question! Diana Prince, are you made of clay?"

The soul torture of the Lasso of Truth is really a very buggy magic. Even the hat that can be transformed into a mask is amazed, and in his heart he said that the magic of Olympus is really elusive.

Unfortunately, Mason's desire for magic knowledge is not much. He just wants 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 Truth Lasso. After more than ten seconds of silence, she could only pant unwillingly and said:

"I am, but that is a divine art that you, an unlearned guy, cannot understand. It is my mother who used her own blood and bones to shape my life and my mission for me.

That is a pure and noble ceremony"

"Ah, yes, yes, pure and noble, but I don't want to know the grievances and love stories of the older generation and the tearful love stories. I just need to know that you are indeed a clay doll. That's enough."

Mason put down the lasso and squatted in front of Diana.

He didn't hold a knife or a gun.

Under the disdainful gaze of the heroine, he opened his five fingers, and a sticky mud monster jumped out of his skin, and then turned into a cute little clay man, tilting his head and waiting for the big black eyes to stare at Diana in front of him.

"What is 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 in succession, I will have a 'double joy' today, dear Ms. Diana, don't worry.

I have no interest in an old aunt like you who is thousands of years old.

But you see, my slime monster also needs some 'nutrients' to help it grow quickly. I mean, you shouldn't mind letting Kevin take a bite of you?

Just one bite!

I promise, a small bite!

Come on.

Don't struggle and it won't hurt."

He sent Kevin to 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 a supreme delicious fragrance from her.

At the moment when the donor Mason loosened his five fingers, Kevin turned into a sticky mass of strange matter and covered Wonder Woman's body with Diana Prince's unprecedented scream of fear.

It was not devouring, nor was it hurting, nor was it biting off a piece of flesh out of thin air.

That would be too bloody!

It was just trying to absorb a little bit of "mud" from Mount Olympus from the weak "mud doll" Diana to help itself grow better.

But to be honest, this process was a bit boring.

Under Mason's gaze, Kevin quickly wrapped Wonder Woman in mud, and the latter was still struggling, and the power transmission between the two was carried out in a way that Mason could not understand at all.

He could only feel that Kevin was getting stronger little by little.

But then again, no matter how powerful a slime monster is, how powerful can it be? Mason was just glad that he would have another more useful tool and assistant in his alchemy laboratory.

"Shua"

He picked up the arm freezing gun jet of Fenrir's armor that Diana had dismantled with his bare hands from behind, and "added" a few more shots at the ice sculpture of the Flash that had begun to melt next to him.

During this process, the hat said to him:

"Mason, I still feel that there is something wrong with your Black Death Sword armor. I watched the whole process. Can I understand that it has regarded you as a temporary master?"

Mason shook his head at this conclusion and said:

"No, hat, the Black Death Sword will not have a second master. After Nar died, it became a permanent independent thing. It responded to me at this time probably because it smelled "food".

Or, it is also eager to be complete again.

I can wield it and fight with it, but I will never be its master. I think I'd better never have this usurpation idea."

"That means others can use it too."

The Sorting Hat reminded:

"Maybe there is a risk of rebellion?"

"Alas, we can't always expect to take all the good things in the world."

Mason is very open-minded.

He threw away the frozen gun that had run out of energy, and tried to dig out some advanced components that could be recycled from the miserable ruins of parts behind him.

The Fenrir armor was completely dismantled.

But the good news is that it has collected a lot of useful combat information and details, which will give Mason a better direction for its next transformation.

While taking the scrapped Ark reactor wreckage from the abandoned 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 magnificent. The big raindrops kept falling on the ground, making the slime monster Kevin happily move his body more powerfully.

Mason stared at his slime monster, waved to it, looked at the black ring on his left hand, and said to the hat:

“It’s good to work together when we need each other. If the Black Death Sword favors others in the future, I will not stop it from pursuing its ‘ideal’ of freedom.

Same for you, hat.

And you, Consus, we are just cooperating rather than binding. I have always been very open-minded about this, but now if you want to have a good relationship with Master Black Death Sword, you must first 'feed' him.

A hungry beast is always formidable, no matter who holds the reins. "

"Shua"

The "satisfied" slime monster Kevin jumped into the palm of Mason's hand. It happily turned into a little clay figure without facial features and jumped around in front of Mason's eyes. It also stretched out its "hand" to show him its current supremacy. Pava.

Mason picked up a screw and gave it to it, and then Kevin easily used his hemp hands to crush the screw into a ball of scrap metal.

"cool!"

The leader of Team K expressed his appreciation:

"The Zombie King didn't lose his job before I started working. I now have a better bodyguard, but I think what you gain from Diana is definitely more than just a little brute force.

It doesn't matter.

We'll have time to discover later. "

Kevin croaked in agreement, then stretched his body in the cold rain and turned into muddy water to cover Mason's arm, hiding it like an invisible "glove".

Mason, who was sitting on the remains of Fenrir's armor, raised his head. He picked up the penguin umbrella and spread it over his head. Amid the raindrops, he pouted at Ms. Diana who was struggling to get up, and said:

"You can go, Wonder Woman, tonight is our first meeting, and I believe we have left a deep impression on each other.

I hope you can learn some lessons, don't come alone next time, and don't underestimate any man. "

"You won't kill me?"

Diana propped herself up with the Vulcan sword and looked at the mantra lasso hung by Mason on her waist. She picked up her Bladebreaker shield and carried it behind 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 evil little devil created by Batman. In the name of Amazon, there will no longer be any possibility of peace between you and me!"

"up to you."

Mason held a cigarette under the penguin umbrella in his hand and lit it with magic fire. When the smoke dispersed in the rain, he raised his head 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 and turned away, and he said softly:

"As for killing me, didn't you try it just now? Your Majesty the Clay Doll Queen, speaking big words seems not a traditional virtue of the Amazons, right?"

These words made Diana slip and almost fall, and then she saw a pistol thrown at her feet, and Mason's faint "hint" from behind:

"You will definitely cause trouble if you walk around Gotham in this state. This shithole-like city is not friendly to a frail woman alone in the night.

This gun is my gift to you.

If you meet any man who tries to get close to you, give him a tap on your feet.

Call the police if necessary, but don't trust other police officers except Commissioner Gordon. This is a friendly reminder to you as a Gotham native.

This city is really terrible. "

"You still won't run?"

The heroine kicked the pistol away from her feet.

Using this thing was simply humiliating her identity. She looked back at Mason sitting on the ruins of Fenrir's armor behind her in the rain, and said:

"Superman will be here soon."

"He will definitely come."

Mason threw the cigarette he had taken a puff into the rain, took out the Alchemy Holy Grail, and rubbed his neck. In the increasingly heavy rain, he said:

"What else do you think I'm waiting for?"