Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1228 Paititi (First Update)

Having witnessed the power of the Imperial Guard, the indigenous people ceased all offensive actions.

They stood before the natives like warriors from mythology, their movements fluid and graceful, like walking machines of destruction. Two giants, each three meters tall, wielded enormous spears, silently slaughtering all the armed soldiers with movements invisible to the naked eye. The massive weapons possessed obvious mechanical structures; even a glance revealed their function extended beyond mere slashing. Regardless, they were undeniably deadly; before their heavy blades, even solid human bones were cleaved cleanly like dry firewood.

Some soldiers were not even aware that they were dead when they were decapitated. Some soldiers' hearts were still beating after they were cut in half. Arrows shot at them by tribal warriors were cut in half before they even reached them. Even bullets that could easily penetrate the human body could only cut harmlessly in front of their armor, releasing their kinetic energy onto rocks, soil, trees, or other unprotected human bodies.

These indigenous people were not ignorant primitives. Long before the Spanish colonists landed, this tribe had already developed a considerable level of agricultural and hunting civilization, creating a relatively stable political system. When the colonists brought firearms, horses, and Christianity, they still maintained their past beliefs, passing down their mission through blood ties from generation to generation—the boy, the next to inherit that mission, was rescued from the soldiers by the Imperial Guard. The leading indigenous woman nodded, indicating that she understood the Imperial Guard's warning; she did not want the boy to suffer any harm.

"My lord will avert the calamity that is about to befall this land and utterly end your destiny." Supiluliumas slowly sheathed his guarding spear, then removed his helmet and held it in his hands. His brow ridge and beard clearly displayed the genetic characteristics of Mesopotamia. Amon's facial features were somewhat similar to his, but his skin tone was slightly darker. Supiluliumas stepped forward and, under the watchful eyes of the tense tribal warriors, knelt on one knee to meet the gaze of the leading indigenous woman. Through the exquisitely carved gold necklace she wore and the patterns on her clothing, Supiluliumas confirmed that she was the leader of these warriors.

"Our Lord needs you to participate in His great cause. He wants to take your husbands away and you to offer your children. He needs all of you to join His cause of unification. I know you are the queen of this tribe, and we have also communicated with lost ancient civilizations. They all joined us, and you are no exception."

"We will not join you; we have a more important mission."

"You didn't understand me. Nothing more. Your mission, the order you've been fighting against—everything will vanish. You will be liberated from this land and join a cause more valuable to all humanity." Supiluliumas slowly rose, looking down into the dark eyes of the female leader, Onuratu. He pointed to a point in the sky not obscured by trees. "When the stars sink below the horizon, you and your people will see several shining stars there. Those stars are not in your generations of astronomical knowledge, for they are machines created by our Lord and his servants. When necessary, we will send those mechanical stars crashing here, utterly destroying the beast about to awaken. Those who attempt to awaken the beast, even on the other side of the earth, will not escape the blades of our Lord's servants."

"Have I told you about my service in the Marine Corps?"

"It's only been half an hour since you said that." Nick Fury shook his head, feeling his good mood being ruined by the homeless man sent by the contraband dealer to make contact.

"Lots of people come to my boss to buy things. Guns, grenades, RPG-7s... but not many people buy the raw materials directly." Even while smoking, the homeless man deliberately kept his distance from Nick Fury's cart covered in black plastic. "What do you want to make? IEDs (Improvised Explosive Devices)? No, there are too many. You might as well just buy C4."

"HEAT (High-explosive anti-tank missile)," Nick Fury shrugged. "IEDs don't necessarily achieve their objectives directly."

"Shit! Which big shot have you messed with?" The homeless man squinted.

A shaped charge anti-tank (ACT) projectile is a type of shaped charge ammunition that utilizes the Monroe effect to penetrate armor. Upon detonation, the explosive charge melts the shaped charge liner inside the projectile into a jet of metal. This high-speed metal jet can penetrate homogeneous steel armor six to seven times the diameter of the explosive charge. The use of such a bomb indicates that the target is a high-ranking person in a bulletproof car; otherwise, there would be no need to go to the trouble of developing this technology used in anti-tank mines and armor-piercing shells.

"Would you believe me if I said I just wanted to relax?"

"You want to destroy this place, destroy our home?" Onuratu tightened his lips, mustered his courage, "Then your master is no different from the Spanish colonists. What you want is to destroy our civilization, our language, everything we have."

"On the contrary, my master wants to protect everything: your language, your art, your knowledge."

As a gift, the boy was left in front of Onuratu by Amon.

Supiluliumas looked at the brave boy and shook his head. "Whether the mission succeeds or not, your ultimate fate and that of your tribe is extinction. As the city expands, this place will sooner or later be filled with concrete buildings, and trees will be made into furniture and placed in houses that your tribe can never afford. You will either choose to abandon your traditions and move into the slums, to be completely wiped out by disease and crime, or you will flee the city and continue to live a secluded life in the wild. But you won't get far. In this universe, weakness is the original sin. You will not be as lucky as your ancestors. Sooner or later, they will find you again with guns. A hundred years, two hundred years, no matter how long it takes, they will catch up with their hounds and bury you six feet under with money, plantations, drugs, and crosses."

Superuliumas donned his helmet again, his eyes scanning Onuratu and her warriors through the electronic eyes and visual enhancement system behind the ruby ​​lenses. The pounding of his heart and the heat from the adrenaline rush were clearly visible in his vision. The corpses and blood of the Trinity mercenaries were slowly cooling. The tension wasn't limited to the natives; Camilla's squad and Laura Crawford were also on edge, especially Camilla, who didn't understand why the Royal Guard had appeared at this time. Laura Crawford was even more puzzled, but Superuliumas ignored them for the time being, continuing to focus on the native leader.

To the superstitious, the godlike warriors conveyed their voices through the audio grilles in their helmets to all the mortals present, as if transmitting the will of the gods. Some were already wavering, and Supiluliumas keenly noticed the subtle details revealed in the natives' micro-expressions. This group was united by an ideal, so destroying the reason for their struggle would bring them to his side—the Emperor had endowed the Praetorian Guard with different talents when creating them, and Supiluliumas understood that his own talent was very subtle; generally suited for handling political struggles, but in darker situations, his talent lay in wielding unseen weapons.

"Now my master has given you, the weak, a chance. You will preserve knowledge, traditions, and bloodlines, unearth the forgotten past, and remember what you are about to learn. This is your only chance to escape extinction, but only if you cooperate with our work. If the mission fails, your homes will be submerged by floods and lava, and you will face extinction prematurely."

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(End of this chapter)