"Are you sure you want to dismantle it?"

Outside the ruins of Hogwarts, next to the Hogsmeade Village train station, Zach watched as Mason, holding an engineering wrench, gestured and compared it to the front of the magical train.

He glanced at the Fennir armor, which stood like a mechanical giant under the moonlight, being admired by a group of pirates with awe.

Zach clicked his tongue and said:

"I admit that this alchemy engine looks interesting, but its size can't possibly fit into the Bat's cool armor, right?"

"Who do you think I am?"

Mason glanced at Zach and said:

"Am I only capable of doing simple tasks like putting one thing into another? Have your people come and dismantle it! I have already drawn up the blueprints and understood how this thing works. Now I just need to inspect the actual object to confirm my ideas for miniaturizing it."

"Is that possible?"

Zach was a magical genius but also a mechanical idiot.

His understanding of engineering items was limited to exclaiming "amazing" when he saw them.

But at Mason's request, he rolled up his sleeves and called over the pirates of the Black Pearl, who had already been trained well enough.

Mason had already dismantled this alchemy engine used in the magical train once before, so he was familiar with the process.

Using the engineering wrench, he disassembled the parts while instructing the pirates to carry them out and arrange them on the platform in order.

The demands of the wizarding world had to be taken seriously.

Each of the pirates tried their best to leave a good impression in front of Mason.

The most obedient among them had already been sent to another world to enjoy life with Captain Jack, so the remaining people naturally seized the opportunity to perform well and escape from this world full of "magic zombies."

Working together, the dozens of people quickly transferred the alchemy engine to the platform. Mason took out the already analyzed and drawn blueprints and compared them to the actual object.

After aspiring to become a master of manufacturing, this was his first attempt to combine multiple techniques to complete his memorable "major project."

He wanted to miniaturize this alchemy engine and place it in the Fennir armor as its energy core.

"Why are you bothering with this?"

Zach used teleportation to send the pirates back to the Forbidden Forest's Mage Tower and stayed by Mason's side, smoking and complaining:

"Since this is the Bat's personal armor, he must have a power battery that can adapt to this thing. Why don't you just go directly to him and ask for one?

Although I don't understand mechanics, I don't think putting an engine used on a train into the armor will yield good results."

"I can get an atomic energy battery from Wayne Industries, but why should I?"

Mason modified the blueprints with his engineering knowledge and said:

"Other people's things will always be other people's. I don't like relying on others for the power that sustains my life.

I finally found Judy to help me remove everything related to Batman from this armor and unlock the DNA lock. Why should I repeat the same mistake and give it back to Bruce?

John, if the Justice League really comes to attack us, you better pray that I can finish modifying this thing before that happens."

As he spoke, Mason looked up at the idle Zach and took out a large bag of prepared enchanting and inscription materials from his suitcase, saying to Zach:

"If you have nothing to do, why don't you help me engrave the armor inscriptions for the Fennir armor?"

"Are you kidding me?"

Zach's eyes widened, and he said:

"You want to engrave runes on such a big piece of iron? Are you planning to enchant it comprehensively afterwards? Are you planning to transform it into a weapon that combines technology and magic?

You have some ideas!

But it won't work.

The steel of this armor is not magical metal. It is strong enough but has poor energy conductivity."

"We have plenty of magical metal."

Mason said without looking up:

"You just need to design a more powerful inscription and enchantment system. I will take care of replacing the internal magic metal. Oh, by the way, this!"

The young man took out a set of worn-out anti-Superman armor from his suitcase and snapped his fingers at Zach, saying:

"Also, design some 'magic weapons' for this set of armor. Give it functions like shields, rays, energy absorption, and emission.

Can you handle that?

Once our system is mature, I will make a set of armor for each of you. Otherwise, people from other teams will think we can't afford it."

Mason was drawing grand plans, but the cunning Zach was not fooled.

Constantine had seen the world, so he picked up the pile of magical materials and looked at the two sets of combat armor next to him, saying:

"When you can make this kind of armor by hand, I guess I won't need them anymore to defeat demons like Brad.

Hmph, after I learn all the secrets of Grindelwald's dark magic and the secret inheritance of the Shinto magic, I'll go back and beat the hell out of that ignorant bastard.""You don't have to wait until you become powerful. There is an opportunity to beat him now."

Mason made modifications on the paper in front of him with a ruler and a drawing pen.

Various knowledge in his mind kept rolling, pushing his thoughts to become active. Various ideas burst out, making him continuously modify the original design of the alchemy engine in front of him.

While drawing, he said to Constantine:

"Since Jason Brad has unreasonably targeted our people, we don't have to follow any rules with him anymore. I have decided that when we go to hunt Mr. Sandstorm this time, we will bring him along.

The strength of the veteran Pioneer Team is powerful, and we may need some 'external assistance' as well.

If Jason Brad, as you said, is a demon with a sense of justice, then when he sees the K Team and the Hound of the Stars fighting to the death, he will naturally understand the significance of our existence in this world."

"Good idea."

Constantine blew out a smoke ring and said softly:

"But what are you going to do? Brad is not someone who can be deceived by a few words from you.

That guy has been alive for over a thousand years. In his era, he was one of King Arthur's most trusted Knights of the Round Table, even though he didn't enter the council. He should not be underestimated.

Not to mention, he also has a 'demon friend' helping him with strategies.

The combat power of the demon, Int Regan, surpasses your imagination, Mason. If we're not careful, Mr. Sandstorm may not be killed, but our K Team will be devoured by that crazy and brutal guy.

Demons generally have bad temperaments."

"That's right, although I haven't seen demons, I know their temperaments are not good."

Mason nodded and said:

"So, John, can you forcibly awaken the demon inside Jason Brad's body? A knight who has lived for a thousand years should be able to maintain his sanity and not follow us through that door under deliberate temptation. But if it's a demon that has lost control and been provoked, I think the probability of deceiving it is very high."

"Damn it!"

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Constantine angrily crushed the cigarette butt in his hand, stomped it out, and flipped off Mason, cursing:

"I knew I should have been on guard when you came up with an idea. Are you trying to push me into a fire pit again?

You scumbag captain! I have been diligent and conscientious since joining the K Team. Why do I always have to do these dangerous things?"

"Those who are capable should do more."

Mason sighed and said:

"Besides, no one else can use such advanced magic except for you. I can now make some magic scrolls, but I don't think I can make such high-level scrolls with my poor inscription skills. So, it can only be you.

But I won't let you work for nothing, John.

You know me, I am always generous. How about letting you challenge the loot first this time? Or wait until I make the super soldier serum and let you use it first?"

"What the hell is that thing? Why does it sound so evil?"

Constantine picked up another cigarette and asked.

Mason explained the effect of the alchemy formula he obtained at the trading fair.

After hearing that injecting the serum could surpass the limits of human physique and enter the realm of superhumans, Constantine squinted his eyes, obviously attracted.

He had his own troubles.

As he said, in the world of Gotham, there were always bad guys coveting his soul from both the "above" and the "below".

In the past, Constantine could do whatever it took to protect himself, but now that he joined the K Team, he could hide in other parallel worlds and finally enjoy a period of undisturbed leisure time.

But those troubles wouldn't disappear on their own, so Constantine was constantly strengthening his power in his own way.

He learned dark magic from Grindelwald, learned secret techniques from the Shrine of the Stars, and collected all kinds of strange grimoires in the Star Castle for this purpose.

He was one of the people in the K Team who had the most urgent need for power.

Therefore, after considering for a dozen seconds, Constantine took a deep breath of smoke, glanced at Mason, and said:

"Deal. I can help you this time, risking completely offending Brad, but you have to make the super soldier serum for me within a month.

If it really has no side effects as you said, then I owe you a favor.

Ah, magic is really troublesome. I actually have a lot of dangerous forbidden techniques, but my mortal body can't withstand the backlash of those higher-level magic."

"Well, actually, if you can accept having a second personality in your mind, I can create a similar superhuman potion for you right now."

Mason pointed to his head and whispered:

"The formula is right here. I have tried it before. As long as you agree, John, you can immediately become a super strong guy, just with a little risk.

Anyway, considering how bad your life is, having an extra second personality is not a big deal. Think about it, you can even chat with yourself."

"Get lost! I don't need a second personality to chat with myself, and my life has already fallen into the mud. Do you want me to swim in the stinking mud?"

Mason scolded:

"If you want to use it, use the best! Don't think about tricking me into testing the medicine for you, you bastard. You've been writing and drawing for so long, and you still haven't finished? Do you have pig trotters growing on your arm?"

"Stop scolding, it's already designed."

Mason picked up the complicated blueprint in his hand.

It was a miniaturized alchemy engine, similar in size to the engine on his flying motorcycle.

But it retained and improved the internal structure used by the magic train's large engine to ensure that this little thing had enough power to support the Fenrir Battle Armor in full combat.

Before obtaining super technology like the Ark Reactor, this was the best power source Mason could find.

And it was designed by wizards, naturally able to perfectly adapt to the requirements of magic charging, without the need for complex "conventional energy/magic" conversion.

For Mason, who wanted to transform the Fenrir Battle Armor into a tech/magic battle armor, this was extremely convenient.

"The only problem now is that I need to improve my engineering skills to be able to make it, and I need to build a professional engineering laboratory."

Mason rubbed his chin and looked at his blueprint, saying:

"I can't really make these precision parts by hand, that's neither scientific nor magical."

"There's another problem!"

Kang, who was circling around the worn-out Anti-Superman Battle Armor, raised his head and said to Mason:

"All of Batman's weapons are designed and manufactured according to the 'no killing' principle.

The weapons equipped on his battle armor are all non-lethal weapons, which only that lunatic Bruce Wayne can handle. Non-lethal weapons won't work for the situations we will face.

You have to find a way to replace the weapon systems of these two sets of battle armor with more powerful ones.

But I think you don't need to rush, because besides stealing from Wayne Industries' military laboratory, we have a better choice."

Constantine blew out a smoke ring and said to Mason:

"Didn't you have a grudge with the Future Tech Squad and that Sandstorm? After we kill Sandstorm, it would be cooler to extort some more destructive weapons from our ally squad, right?"

"Now we're on the same page, John."

Mason grinned and said:

"The Future Tech Squad has all kinds of black technology, we need to be good at digging out the knowledge we urgently need from it. Keep these two things with you for now, I'll go back.

I'll bring magic metal over tomorrow night to modify their 'casting system'."

"Why go back?"

Kang pouted and said:

"Be careful not to be caught and tortured by Brad. The punishment of demons is notoriously perverted, so it's better to stay here."

"I want to stay too, but don't I have to go to work tomorrow morning?"

Mason sighed and said:

"Dr. Leslie has been good to me, and I also need to constantly practice first aid skills in case you guys encounter a critical situation without anyone to treat you.

This is a matter of life and death, we can't afford to be careless.

Also, have the two wizard traitors you left with found anything?"

"No, they're stubborn."

Kang snorted and said:

"They're both high-level wizards, and the truth serum has limited effect on them.

If you allow it, my dear captain, maybe I can use some less 'humane' methods to get the information we need."

"Up to you."

Mason pushed his hat and looked at the ruins of Hogwarts in the distance, saying:

"Just remember to leave me alive.

When they choose to betray their own world, we don't need to talk about human rights with them anymore. Maybe their screams can bring peace to the resentful spirits on this post-apocalyptic wasteland.

That's it.

I'm going back first."

He bid farewell to Kang and used the World Gate to return to Miller Port's secret base.

He was very careful on the way back to the shop. When he was near Crime Alley, the Sorting Hat, which had been quiet all along, suddenly reminded Mason in his mind:

"Look at the area to the left of the third small advertisement under the electric pole on your right! Yes, it's the few lines of text below the small advertisement claiming to enhance male vitality. Look carefully!"

"Hmm?"

Mason followed the Sorting Hat's complicated instructions and looked over. In the deep darkness of the night, there was a faintly visible flickering light.

This was something that Mason could only perceive the flow of magic because of his magical fire. If he hadn't been reminded, he would never have noticed this childlike doodle-like thing.

"That's a dark curse used to monitor everything happening around, like an evil eye."

The Sorting Hat whispered:

"It won't be active for more than thirty minutes, Mason. The Dark Knight Jason Brad has locked onto you, and he will act immediately if you show any suspicious behavior."

"Hmm."

Mason stood in front of the small advertisement under the electric pole and carefully examined it. His expression was as if he had found a cure for his illness. Then, he walked away quickly, feeling somewhat speechless under the disdainful gaze of a drunken sister passing by.

In the laughter behind him, he whispered with a tired voice:

"Don't worry, Hat, he won't affect your revenge, I promise."

"It's our revenge!"The branch hat corrected in that old man's voice:

"I have already sensed that you are about to be involved in a terrible trouble, which may take up a lot of your time and postpone the sweet moment of revenge.

This is something I don't want to see, so I have decided to give you something to help you get through the difficulties. Don't be afraid, the blood oath of revenge has been made, as you said, we are already on the same side, so we won't ask you to do dangerous things anymore.

However, I must declare in advance that you may need to find a way to fix it first."