Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1250 Gouchen Four Minor Ursa Major Zeta (Second Update)

Zeta, Ursa Minor, with galactic longitude 112.68°, galactic latitude 35.66°, and Bessel date (B1900.0) coordinates of right ascension 15h47m37.2s, declination +78°35.66′8″, and a diameter of 7.9 solar masses, is a dwarf Cepheid variable star of the A3V white spectral type, a subclass of young pulsars. It emits electromagnetic radiation from its magnetic poles and was once used as a standard candle to measure and establish distances to the Large Magellanic Cloud, globular clusters, open clusters, and the center of the Milky Way.

"I suggest we don't link such distant astronomical phenomena with natural Earth phenomena. The impact of X-ray and gamma-ray bursts on Earth's ecosystems is actually quite rare," Jane Foster said, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth. As a Nobel laureate in physics, she knew her honors didn't come from her own discoveries, but from Asgard. If the Western academic community discovered she was using advanced observation equipment in Latvia for research, her gleaming cloak of honor could be stripped away by the media at any moment.

Supporting Latvia's re-establishment of the Yugoslav Federation in Europe and the United States is highly incorrect. Using Latvian observation satellites would be considered "treason" and condemned on social media, harming the "free scientific world." In contrast, Dr. Darcy Louise and Dr. Eric Selvig are much more relaxed; they don't care about anything else, instead showing curiosity about why a variable star like Zeta in Ursa Minor, which has a small brightness variation, suddenly changed its brightness. They even advocated for publishing a paper. Jane Foster is frustrated by the unreliability of her advisor and graduate students.

"We're still stuck in traffic, sitting in a van!" she yelled, turning sharply to the two people in the back seat who were excitedly watching the satellite data. After her outburst, Darcy Lewis and Dr. Selvig finally calmed down. However, this peace didn't last long; the rain intensified again, and the distant thunder nearly shook their hearts out. This phenomenon had occurred in just a few days. Jane Foster had asked her friends at the meteorological institute, and everyone claimed that this unusual weather came without warning, but now they all faced the reality of the Thames overflowing and London potentially turning into a swamp.

"This is all the help I can offer, ma'am," Jane Foster said to the person on the phone. "The supernatural aspects of astrology are outside my area of ​​expertise, but I can provide charts of the brightness variations of the constellation Zeta Minor over the past century, although many of them are scanned from paper documents."

"Thank you for your help, Ms. Foster. Please send the documents via email as soon as possible," Victoria Hand replied calmly, then hung up. She switched channels. "You heard it too, Ms. Laura Crawford. The changes in Ursa Minor are of no help in resolving the Feathered Serpent problem."

"No, that's enough help. It proves that the constellation Zeta in Ursa Minor has sufficient brightness variation."

"What's the use of this?" Victoria Hand asked, a question she and Agent Maria Hill shared. "We've both seen the aerial photos; it's an organic creature at least twenty-three kilometers long, and it's still growing."

"This shows we have the ability to know the identity of Quetzalcoatl," Laura Crawford said excitedly. She had just finished comforting the dejected Onuratu and was checking on the Yasok people when she found them dancing in the cargo hold—they were celebrating boarding the ship of Huhunap, the corn god, to the underworld, where they would meet Xquic, one of Huhunap's wives and the creator of Yasok. Even Queen Scarlet Flame of Yasok was excited. This excessive optimism was nothing to worry her about, although Queen Yasok had once mentioned to her that the gates back to the underworld were underground, not in the sky, but Laura Crawford had no time for such trivial matters.

"Astrology is a summary of ancient astronomy, but certain supernatural events... may be hinted at by certain stars. I know this sounds superstitious, but believe me, it's related to some astrophysical knowledge that humans don't yet understand. A fixed cycle, star brightness, changes in the Earth's environment, etc., are summaries of people's past experiences with nature."

"Alright," Victoria Hand said with a hint of skepticism, "then what's the point? The only way we can deal with such a large creature is to drop a hydrogen bomb. Quetzalcoatl is far enough away from the town that we can drop a hydrogen bomb or use an orbital strike weapon. We can deal with investigating Quetzalcoatl's identity later."

Aparisha and his adjutant fired at the surging waves of targets.

After the emperor raised the silver box, a series of bizarre events unfolded. The shockwave from the box swept across the area, causing the magma to cool at an abnormal rate, and the burning trees and hurricanes to freeze—not disappear, but become still. All movement and change between atoms, ions, and molecules ceased, as if the region had been encased in a transparent resin model, like a souvenir sold in a shop. Then the giant serpent opened its maw and emitted complex sounds that the power armor couldn't decipher. Intelligence couldn't unravel these mixed sounds into any language, as if they were sounds a human throat couldn't produce—and then things took a turn for the worse. The veil of reality was torn open after the thunderous sound, and many creatures far more mutated than the Kukulkan cult's snake-men they had previously encountered crossed over into this world.

Aparishia summoned the knights through restored company communications and battle flags, and the remaining armored forces rushed to the front lines to fight the monsters. The Emperor ordered all main battle tanks and armored vehicles to clear a path to Quetzalcoatl, and he and the Royal Guard marched alongside the knights, slaying the extradimensional creatures with them. A bloody massacre ensued, the extradimensional creatures' unusually cold blood splattering onto the knights' battered power armor. If the Royal Guard's combat skills amazed Aparishia, then the Emperor's fighting was on a level he could not comprehend at all.

The holy sword slashed at monsters with unparalleled efficiency, seemingly devoid of any creature worthy of repeated attacks by the emperor. With each swing, the emperor would shout a name, and the feathered serpent god's state would change accordingly. At the same time, the halo surrounding the emperor's head grew brighter and brighter; the extradimensional serpent beings illuminated by the light lost their power and were annihilated, their scales thinned, their muscle strength weakened, their size shrank, and some even emitted smoke, transforming into howling phantoms within the smoke.

The emperor alone could annihilate an enemy army far more efficiently than all the weapons the knights used, yet none of this had much impact on their ultimate enemy. Before Quetzalcoatl, even the mighty emperor and his royal guard were no larger than a single scale, and even the massive war engines were no match for its feathers. Aparisha couldn't fathom how to destroy this behemoth without resorting to weapons of mass destruction. The knights' missiles were armed with hydrogen bombs, and a barrage of missiles and artillery were hurtling towards their target, replacing the original rain clouds with the shockwaves and dust from the explosions. However, such attacks, aside from creating a blast of hot air, pushing aside clouds, shattering target scales, and melting flesh, did little else.

The wounds would heal quickly, as if the body beneath the scales were composed of flames and rocks, the scattered scales forming portals, and the blood becoming an organic entity in the real world, requiring a high-yield atomic weapon for a one-time kill. As for the tectonic shifts and other consequences of dropping the hydrogen bomb, Aparishia didn't care. The longer it dragged on, the more earthquakes and volcanic eruptions along the Pacific Ring of Fire would reset the entire Earth to its original state. Compared to that, the destruction of a South American nation was a worthwhile sacrifice. Aparishia believed the Emperor understood this, but for some deeper reason, the dropping of the high-yield hydrogen bomb from the orbiting satellite missile launch site was delayed.

"That's merciful. So where's the threshold?" Aparisha wondered. A creature closed in, its claws scraping a deep gash in his armor. The piercing attack spurred him into a swift motion; Aparisha instinctively pulled his execution axe, severing the snake-man's head. The emperor was not one to hesitate; if it meant sacrificing a hundred million to collect seven billion, he wouldn't even blink.

What exactly made the emperor hesitate?

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