Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1123 Battlefield Sniping (First Update)

Eric Killmonger closed his eyes for three seconds, then immediately opened them.

The shock of the grenade explosion hadn't subsided, and he couldn't really see the world clearly through his dizzy eyes, but he was very familiar with the feeling of his mouth filled with the taste of blood. The stench emanating from the shattered body and scattered organs under the intense heat gave him a splitting headache, making him want to vomit. The almost extinguished afterglow now bloomed with chaotic and dazzling light in his mind, and the pain flickered with countless frantically dancing points of light in his eyes.

He truly hadn't expected Ulysses Klaue to split the convoy into two parts this time, and that the vibranium smugglers would actually avenge their comrades instead of running away. His team had just killed the first half of the convoy and was attempting to loot the spoils when the second half caught up and opened fire.

Thanks to the muscle memory honed through years of training and combat, he maintained control of his body amidst the pain and dizziness. Erik Killmonger shouted to let his companions know he was still alive, that their hope of earning money had not been extinguished. The continuous gunfire became his best means of recovery, but he shut his mouth, spitting out the sand, because he realized that those around him had been blown to bits, and his shouts would only attract attacks—though it wasn't loud in the background filled with gunfire and screams, Erik Killmonger instinctively remained silent.

With a finger stained with someone's blood, he pulled the trigger, shattering the head of a man who had circled around cover to throw a grenade. Another explosion followed, high-speed shrapnel mercilessly slicing through everything in its path. As he quickly dropped to his prone position, a sharp pain shot through his chest and abdomen. Eric Killmonger seized the opportunity to feel for his body armor, checking if the composite ceramic insert had been penetrated. This wasn't his first shot; experience told him that this wound wouldn't affect his ability to fight.

He had already tossed the M82A1 anti-materiel sniper rifle aside. Eric Killmonger threw a stun grenade over the cover, counted silently, turned around, and fired, killing two more people.

He couldn't help but curse as he advanced, using the wreckage of the vehicle as cover.

Malcolm observed the situation on the ground through thermal imaging from a reconnaissance drone. Using various detection methods, including facial recognition life detection radar, the markers on the data panel overlapped with the thermal imaging reconnaissance images, helping the Fire Knights identify the dots on the screen. At this moment, all of the Fire Knights' armored vehicles had moved to their designated locations. A thick layer of camouflage fabric was supported by several folding supports, blocking the Wakanda's thermal imaging reconnaissance from observing the cluster of armored vehicles and the heat emanating from the powered armor. Malcolm was now sitting in the open compartment of a command armored personnel carrier, assessing the feedback from the radar and reconnaissance systems—he needed to determine whether the situation required intervention, and if so, how to continue executing the contingency plan. These were all decisions that required the on-site commander's judgment.

Malcolm recalled the first organized battle fought by the Fire Knights.

He didn't know the location of that battle. The Royal Guard Commander, Constantine, personally commanded them in that canyon filled only with withered trees, skeletons, and a thin mist, fighting against bizarre enemies composed of yellowed, foul-smelling bones. At that time, the Infernal Knights didn't possess much heavy firepower; their armored vehicles consisted only of armored personnel carriers, armed motorcycles, and a few main battle tanks. All Infernal Knights were only issued standard individual weaponry: a bomb rifle and a combat knife, or a bomb pistol, a plasma pistol, and a chainsaw sword. Even during their transformation, the necessary knowledge had been instilled into their similarly modified brains. This ranged from the use and maintenance of individual weapons, detailed explanations of powered armor functions, and the operation of armed vehicles and various aircraft, as well as tactics such as high-altitude rappelling and stealth assassinations, to smaller details like ballistic data for various types of bombs, individual missile profile diagrams, and battlefield emergency response procedures.

It was during that battle that the current command structure of the Fire Knights was established.

Malcolm rose to the rank of squad leader thanks to his aggressiveness and bloodlust displayed in the underground arena. He then led his squad to achieve an exceptionally high kill count in actual combat, earning him the title of company commander. When the Emperor, accompanied by the Royal Guard, descended upon the battlefield and led the final assault on the monster, Malcolm, through his tactical suggestions at the meeting and his unwavering spirit and brutal killing style during two hundred hours of intense combat, earned the title of legion commander. It was like a trial; they were placed on the anvil of war to be hammered. Survival and victory were their sole purpose. Large amounts of adrenaline, enough to rupture the hearts of ordinary people, were used in prolonged battles, leaving everyone scarred and wounded.

In this way, the emperor's goal was achieved.

The Fire Knights proved their worth to the Emperor, who then placed his trust in them.

The Emperor personally bestowed upon him the feathered helmet of a legion commander, more magnificent armor with a personal protective field, and a legion commander's cloak. The Royal Guard presented him with the spear and the Skyhawk banner. It was said that the spear was made of the exact same material as the Royal Guard's halberd, but the technology it contained was far more complex than simply disintegrating force fields; Malcolm spent considerable time trying to fully grasp its capabilities. It was a day of immense glory. All the Infernal Knights knelt on the battlefield strewn with corpses, their bodies bearing the scars of witchcraft and bones, as the Emperor, clad in golden armor, proclaimed the Infernal Knights as a new order under a sky filled with dark clouds.

All the Infernal Knights who witnessed the Emperor experienced an indescribable spiritual cleansing; their wounds visibly healed, a wondrous sight that deeply moved most of them. The Emperor declared that every soldier who participated in the battle would have an insignia bestowed upon them adorned with his own insignia on their power armor shoulder armor. He also branded a roll of fireproof parchment onto Malcolm's breastplate, in recognition of his exceptional tactical thinking and fearless courage.

Today, that banner is held by his lieutenant, Falcone, displaying the honor of the Infernal Knights and their commanders on the battlefield. No matter how proud the newly recruited Infernal Knights may become, these veterans can point to the insignia on their shoulder armor and tell the newcomers that they once fought alongside the Emperor. That was the Infernal Knights' first battle, a battle of immense historical and commemorative significance, marking the official beginning of their fight for the Emperor's dream. They were destined to face a hellish battlefield, but no matter how fierce the fighting, their spirit could not be shaken.

Even under immense time pressure, Malcolm remained calm. After studying the map for a while and assessing Wakanda's reaction speed and the situation at the conflict site, Malcolm communicated with intelligence several times before drawing his conclusion. "Tell the reconnaissance snipers they can move in," he said, pointing to the Roman numerals on the data panel. "Take out these machine gunners first. I think Eric Killmonger can handle the rest of the enemy."

The sniper rifles specifically designed for genetically modified soldiers are quite unique. These large-caliber, single-shot explosive rifles contain numerous electronic components. The scopes mounted on the rails are not simple optical sights, but rather automatic detectors connected to the soldier's radar and powered armor, making them ideal for high-precision sniping. In fact, the primary task of these snipers on the battlefield is to target the weak points of enemy armored vehicles, such as periscopes, tracks, and observation windows, providing assistance to the Fire Knights when facing enemy armor.

Five kilometers is an impossible distance for an ordinary human sniper, but it is not so difficult for genetically modified soldiers. The locking function of the power armor allows them to remain motionless and completely unaffected by factors such as breathing. The information-based hardware allows them to quickly calculate and adjust factors that may affect the trajectory of bullets, such as wind speed, temperature, and the Earth's rotation.

Eric Killmonger, pinned under the chassis of an overturned Humvee by a machine gunner, suddenly heard the continuous gunfire cease. Initially assuming his opponent was changing magazines, he leaned out and quickly fired a few shots at the machine gunner's position before retreating. However, instead of seeing the smuggler who had been standing at the Humvee's machine gun position, he saw a pile of flesh and bone fragments smeared across the Humvee's hood and windshield. This wasn't an isolated incident; Eric Killmonger discovered that whenever he was suppressed by fire, the person causing him trouble would be quickly dealt with, usually blown to pieces by some unknown high-caliber ammunition.

"What the fuck!"

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(End of this chapter)