Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1236 Lorenz Manifold (First Update)

An unmanned hovercraft drifted through the air. Camilla used laser guidance to lock onto a location, and Superuliumas issued a command through his armor's communication system. A missile, trailing a white-hot tail, crashed to the ground. With a deafening roar, the Trinity mercenaries' defensive fortifications, constructed of planks, mud, and bricks, were blasted to smithereens. A second missile followed, igniting everything around it. Soil, rocks, and trees all burned in the flames. The sudden and violent attack brought both sides to a halt, but Superuliumas recklessly charged into the inferno, his fire-resistant robes engulfed in the equally blazing inferno.

Several gunshots rang out, followed by screams. Mangled bodies, gushing blood, were thrown into the flames. Even as their skin charred, their hair singed, their eyes gushing with pus and exploding blood, and their emerald crowns and dark green robes turned to ash, they continued to scream. Camilla and her squad were overwhelmed by a stench. Even with their brains roasted and their flesh as hard as leather, the Kukulkan cultists' eerie vitality allowed them to struggle in the fire—a chilling spectacle.

All the screams ceased as Supilulius emerged from the inferno. He mercilessly crushed the throats of all the survivors, severed their charred limbs like withered trees, and the large-caliber explosive musket on his garrison spear shattered the last murmur in their throats, extinguishing all the tragic lives.

Even though the Emperor endowed the Royal Guard with various talents when creating them, they were ultimately machines of destruction and messengers of war, used to destroy all of humanity's enemies and protect all the achievements of civilization. Their performance was entirely commensurate with the enormous resources the Emperor invested in them. The most expensive equipment in the world today—the Ford-class aircraft carrier or the International Space Station—cannot compare to the investment in creating the Royal Guard, not even including the special expenses for powered armor, weaponry, armored vehicles, and various specialized aircraft.

The Latvian Emperor clearly understood that the reason the Latvian/Yugoslav Federation held such a dominant position was due to its own combat capabilities and the Imperial Guard's decapitation strike capabilities. In the current political and military climate, even the strategic value of an aircraft carrier could not compare to that of the Imperial Guard.

"When Quetzalcoatl approaches the material universe, it will form a Lorentz manifold similar to anti-de Sitter space, coming from a world we know very little about to this material universe. A curved spacetime, a gravity well, a portal, a black hole event horizon. We can use this inference to simulate the scene when Quetzalcoatl awakens. This is also a mathematical model that my scholars have barely succeeded in reconstructing thousands of times."

The emperor's tone seemed to lighten, as if he were reminiscing about his student days. When he wasn't using the puppet to represent himself, he would return to school to attend classes and enjoy the gifts of age, such as being mischievous. "Remember that analogy of the devil and the angel in class? The devil passes through the UV membrane and enters the interior, while the angels near the edge grow infinitely larger at a square rate, and the clock slows down infinitely at a square rate. Conversely, the larger ones are lighter, and the smaller ones are heavier. This is the theory we've found that best fits reality after observing the phenomena that occur when extradimensional beings enter the material universe. But as I said before, this is just an analogy made easier for humans to understand; the actual situation may not be accurate."

"So... Quetzalcoatl is a four-dimensional spacetime dark energy being. When it appears, gravity changes, and its body is very likely to expand wildly. That's why you need Wakanda's dark matter detection satellites to be aimed at this rainforest?"

Tchaka squinted at the distant rainforest where thick smoke billowed. The last vestiges of night still lingered in the shadows between the trees, where a battle raged. Ground attack aircraft hovered like deathly vultures, occasionally dropping bursts of high-speed bullets or napalm bombs, stirring up the deathly silence that had settled on Earth the previous night. This was a highly effective deterrent, forcing the Kukulkan cult followers toward annihilation while simultaneously warning all ordinary humans who considered this their territory against approaching. According to the mission briefing, this deterrent was extremely efficient.

Meanwhile, several golden-armored warriors silently entered the dense forest. Except for the one behind the emperor, the rest of the royal guards were engaged in the hunt, hunting down any fleeing enemies. But T'Challa keenly sensed something amiss; the emperor would never send his best warriors to perform the simplest task without a reason.

"Even though I haven't studied nuclear physics in depth, I know that the concept of endogenous spacetime curvature in de Sitter space is linked to dark energy, and an anti-de Sitter space... this world is truly amazing, a black hole that might exist on Earth! We might even be able to observe quark-gluon plasma in the natural environment up close! On a more macroscopic level, the influence of two gravitational fields leads to extreme weather events, which is what causes earthquakes, floods, and tsunamis. Haven't you ever thought about delving deeper into it and continuing to explore?"

"Of course, but we need to be careful. In any case, we'll eventually see a hot, bright, fleeting, distorted halo. Worse still, the light will continue until the thing comes out completely. Dr. Pym will be interested in this topic; Planck-scale problems at the subatomic scale have always been his area of ​​research. I've read his paper on holography principles, and I must say it's a masterpiece, but he's still a long way from his real research goals."

The emperor shook his head and stopped talking about his physicist. He knew the secrets, the numbers, the counterintuitive formulas, but he needed scholars to unravel the mysteries themselves. Advancing the foundations of science was an irreplaceable task; he could only help, not replace everyone.

"This time, I will allow Tony Stark and Bruce Banner access to the observational data. I need the power of every human being to propel our species toward the galaxy, even those with beliefs that clash with mine. They will not, and cannot, be here, but Tony Stark can use his authority to make some technical adjustments to the spy satellite firewall so that our created viruses and obfuscated code can infiltrate, and Bruce Banner can use his wisdom to interpret and summarize the phenomena here and categorize them into empirical dogma so that those who need to understand this knowledge can comprehend it."

"Perhaps we can solve the problem using this model," T'Challa said with a laugh. "Put it back in."

Blowing your nose is a very unladylike action, but no one will mind.

As Laura Crawford washed her face in the creek, she saw her current appearance on the water's surface with dismay.

Her ponytail was disheveled and ruffled, her arms were scraped, her cheekbones were red and swollen from bullet wounds, and her face, hair, and fingernails were covered in mud. Her adventure gear, though durable, was riddled with holes and mud. This was no way she could meet a person of high status. As a noblewoman, Laura Crawford knew this social etiquette—unless that person came to see her in person. The Royal Guard was the first to become alert, then relaxed, standing beside Laura Crawford as she washed her face. Only when the King of Wakanda, clad in his black panther suit, and the Emperor of Latveria, in his cloak, emerged from the jungle did Nakia's Dora Guard step forward to greet them.

"This is my most important archaeologist—" The Emperor was still wearing a cloak that covered most of his face, but Laura Crawford still recognized him. He took the female archaeologist's dirty hand and whispered, "Do you need me to repeat your title? Winston (the butler of Crawford Manor) told me that you have some difficulties inheriting the title."

"Now I have no obstacles anymore."

"—Laura Crawford, Dame Hensingley. Her father is Richard Crawford, Lord Hensingley. If I remember correctly, the Crawford family also has the title of Earl of Abington, right?" [Note: Actually, this is because Laura Crawford's background is confusing, and her title is unclear.]

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