Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1255 The True Ancestor of the Dragon (First Update)

The dense core, formed over billions of years through gravitational pull, collisions, and high-temperature fusion, was shattered in the blink of an eye by a powerful impact. Frost and deathly rock clouds erupted like fountains from the asteroid's center, stretching for kilometers. Hard, giant scales rubbed against the rocks in the void, creating frost-like mists. The dense iron core burned beneath its wings and then cooled again. What followed was utter nothingness; no behemoths, no impacts, everything vanished. A deathly cold pervaded the area; starlight could not warm the rock layers. The asteroid, deviating from its original orbit, began to slowly drift towards the solar system, where it would eventually be torn apart by gravity as it passed the planets.

This was a silent war. He could only hear sounds when the power armor sounded an alarm or when small rocks struck its surface. He didn't need to rely on sound to assess the risks. His wide-area telepathic energy spread out like radar, detecting any intelligent life in the nearby space that showed signs of emotional change. The threads of fate tore into extremely fine threads or even fibers before him, observing the unique future under the different influences of each second.

He was bleeding, and the blood was drawn out by low pressure from the soft seal of the power armor, condensing into rubies in the void.

His thigh was struck by a fist-sized, high-speed asteroid, nearly shattering his leg bone. A colorful feather pierced his abdomen, the fragment still lodged in his front and rear armor. Blood from his neck wound floated inside his helmet. The powered armor's programming reacted quickly. The life support system, designed to function even in extreme conditions, was activated—sealing foam and armor adhesive were sprayed, controlled by servers, onto the inside and outside of the armor's gaps to prevent gas and liquid leakage into the low-pressure environment. Painkillers and combat stimulants were injected into his body via intravenous infusion to alleviate the pain and boost his spirits. The waste fluid circulation system of the life support system worked more efficiently, drawing sweat and blood into the filtration system for thorough purification, mixing them with glucose and other solutions, and then reinjecting them into his body to replenish the electrolytes lost due to the strenuous activity.

But none of these measures could help his partner.

Pegasus's pristine white wings were charred black, its muscular body riddled with scratches from sharp rocks and icicles, its hind leg muscles torn open. The blood that had just begun to flow was instantly frozen solid, each movement tearing the wounds away from the sticky ice, an agony almost suffocating. It struggled to flap its wings, wobbling and staggering, carrying the Emperor toward a nearby asteroid. In an instant, gravity magic materialized beneath its hooves, and Pegasus collapsed the moment it landed, its wet breath billowing icy mist. The surface, a mixture of water ice, methane, ethane, carbon monoxide, and hydrogen cyanide, was cold and slippery. "Enough, you've done enough, my friend," the Emperor said, rising to his feet and patting Pegasus's white neck. He loosened the golden reins. "Go back. Find Bayonetta and Athena, and tell them not to worry."

Pegasus's rage was conveyed directly to the emperor through the contract, demanding that the emperor heal it with magic so that it could continue fighting.

"We don't know where it's hiding, Pegasus," the Emperor said with a wry smile. A white light emanated from beneath his palm, but nothing could be seen if one looked directly at it. His hand brushed against the horse's wounded leg, and Pegasus let out a long sigh. The pain that had plagued it had transformed into a comfortable itch, making it drowsy. "If it wants to hide, it will take us some time to find it, but you can't hold out that long. Go back now, and I'll cover your retreat… I assure you, it won't be particularly difficult, and it won't diminish your honor. Have some frozen apples, my friend; not everyone in this world can eat fruit on the microplanet of the Koboi Belt."

Pegasus used its large front teeth to bite the emperor's armored fingers.

"Haha, I'm sure it's not doing too well." The Emperor chuckled and shook his head. His wounds were beginning to heal, but the ruby ​​crystals clinging to his armor remained stubbornly attached. "One of its eyes is blind, one of its wings was cut off, and you even bit it, didn't you?" The Emperor turned to look at the distant sun. The marks left by his battle with Quetzalcoatl were clearly visible; the Holy Sword had carved straight lines through the asteroids of the Classical Kuiper Belt, extending towards the ecliptic plane of the solar system and beyond. The minor planets and asteroids along these lines had been scorched and pierced by the power of the Holy Sword. Each asteroid and minor planet had a Latvian number, and when the Emperor's eyepiece was turned toward them, information about these celestial bodies would be displayed.

The void was littered with the corpses of extradimensional beings, all servants summoned by Quetzalcoatl. As time passed, their numbers dwindled. The Emperor knew Constantine and his knights were faithfully carrying out his orders on Earth, steadily adding weight to the scales of victory. A wing larger than many asteroids slowly rotated and evaporated in a manner defying the laws of physics, the flames of the holy sword burning fiercely at its broken edge. This was the Emperor's devastating blow to Quetzalcoatl, for which he and Pegasus paid an extremely heavy price.

"This is where we fight and die, my friend." The emperor struggled to sit up; the excruciating pain in his thigh was lessening, and the shattered bones, aided by extradimensional forces, were returning to their original positions and fusing with his flesh. He pointed his holy sword at a starless void. "We will kill it, we will."

Immediately afterwards, a giant hand with inhuman skin and blood-red human fingernails reached out from the void and grabbed the micro-planet where the Emperor and Pegasus were in the blink of an eye.

"What does this mean, Laura Crawford?"

"What I mean is, if you can't see the Emperor or Quetzalcoatl, that's perfectly normal." After arriving at Skysword Space Station, Laura Crawford was taken to a room by Natasha Romanoff to wash up, and then to the medical room for professional treatment of her wounds. After this, Victoria Hand, who had also arrived at the space station aboard a Sky Carrier, summoned her to the conference room, where Natasha Romanoff stood. "After confirming the abnormal brightness of Zeta Ursae Minoris, I figured out the possible historical names Quetzalcoatl. From written records, all of Quetzalcoatl's manifestations match the descriptions, such as torrential rain, clouds, floods, etc. If we look at the timeline, the name Quetzalcoatl was likely added later. According to human geneticists, the two legends of this creature originated from the same genetic source."

"so what?"

"Those with scales are called Jiaolong, those with wings are called Yinglong, those with horns are called Qiulong, and those without horns are called Chilong. Winged snake-like creatures, don't they sound a lot like the feathered serpent god?" Laura Crawford's Chinese was very awkward, but the translator faithfully conveyed her meaning to the attendees, including Victor von Doom's holographic image. "The Yinglong is divine because it can bend and stretch—this roughly means that the Yinglong can change its size at will, and what we saw in orbit before was probably some kind of special form. The winged dragon is the earliest image of the dragon totem, which can be traced back to the feathered serpent totem 7400 years ago, which is another piece of evidence."

“We’re not interested in Quetzalcoatl right now, Ms. Crawford,” Victoria Hand said, frowning. “I want to know when the Emperor will be able to return to Earth?”

"Let her finish, Ms. Hand," Victor von Doom said suddenly. "It's important."

"Thank you... Mr. Doom. Yinglong has many identities in ancient legends, including a symbol of royalty and an astrological symbol." Laura Crawford nodded, her expression much like a teacher giving a lecture. "If we interpret it according to astrology, the feathered serpent goddess could also be female, because an ancient astronomical text called 'Jingzhou Zhan' describes Yinglong as one of the wives of the ancient Chinese mythological king 'Taiyi Jun' (the Yellow Emperor)."

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