Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1306 (Second Update)

The emperor's solution was a strong and capable army, ready at any time for large-scale, high-intensity warfare.

The discussions between Regent Victor von Doom and the Emperor in their offices within the Tower of Kingship in the Immortal City had already touched upon this aspect. As individuals capable of absorbing historical lessons and wisdom, they quickly finalized the plan, drafting a "Guideline for the Development of the Army's Grassroots Level" and "Unified Truth: Military Chapter" as guiding principles. This plan was applicable to both ordinary human armies with different functions and genetically modified warriors. Based on advanced equipment and information systems, it established a General Staff system, enabling seamless command, coordination, information sharing, and smooth communication between the two distinct combat systems, greatly enhancing command efficiency and professionalism.

The plan on paper looked promising, but its actual implementation was fraught with difficulties.

The Yugoslavs in the Balkans rarely fought for a common goal; superstition was rampant, and many officers with ethnic biases and militias previously supported by local governments were unwilling to be stripped of their power and wealth. After the First Latvian War of Expansion, Regent Viktor von Dum's main task was to suppress these armed factions and foreign arms dealers domestically, promote the idea of ​​"United Truth" and a community with a shared future for mankind, and eradicate religious poison and the cancer of nationalism.

The bloodshed and sacrifices were countless. Internal discontent was forcibly suppressed by a dagger lurking in the shadows and a mere document. Many therefore believed the regent and emperor to be ruthless and heartless, utterly devoid of humanity. However, this iron-fisted reform was not without results; in fact, it was remarkably successful. Thanks to the sheer size of the Balkans, hidden armed factions were wiped out, nationalist officers previously lurking within the incorporation system were killed, and surrendered nationalist militias underwent screening and approval. Those who surrendered were either chosen to kiss the emperor's golden eagle banner and submit to the new era, disbanding, reorganizing, relearning, and transforming into an idealistic army; or they could choose to kiss the flags of God, the Orthodox cross, or the crescent and star and retire, or be incorporated by Victoria Hand and sent to perform unsavory and dirty work.

This is not the end; such bloodshed cannot restore this war-torn land.

The second phase of reforms was destined to be a long process, significantly linked to the poor educational level in the Balkans. The Regency's compulsory education law, the system of conscription for young soldiers, coupled with political commissars from the Immortal City and military academies across the country, as well as the militia and preachers from the Immortal City who played a vital role in the first expansion war, became key to uniting the nation, maintaining order, and reshaping the army's faith. It seems that it will take a considerable amount of time to recreate the Balkan Tigers once created by Marshal Tito.

To this day, the atheistic army from Latvia and even from the clan of Viktor von Doom remains the main force of the regular army. These mixed-race Gypsies and Yugoslavs from Viktor von Doom offered their flesh and souls to the emperor in exchange for the eternal peace, prosperity, and tranquility of their descendants. In the foreseeable future, this group will become a martial people and the most fervent supporters of the emperor and regent, before becoming a militia force with the ideal of supporting the emperor and uniting the Balkans.

The only elite army we can muster now is the genetically modified warriors created by the emperor.

Fast, efficient, ruthless, and well-equipped, they can execute surgical precision strikes as well as withstand the brutal and arduous battles of the front lines. The Emperor uses his currency prudently, ensuring that the life of every genetically modified warrior is valued accordingly. He intends to lead a legion of genetically modified warriors on a time-travel mission; only these soldiers can accomplish his objective: to confront the indescribable beings in the outer dimensional abyss, and the outer dimensional spiritual army of the Great Old One, Shuma-Gorath.

He knew very well that even if they ultimately won, those genetically modified warriors would not be able to survive such a long period of time.

Although the Royal Guard and the Knights share the same technological path for genetic modification, the Knights are ultimately not the Royal Guard; their physical conditions differ too greatly, and they cannot withstand the more stable and powerful modification surgeries. The consequences of forcibly undergoing genetic alchemy on genetically modified warriors are akin to an ordinary person exposed to high doses of radiation without protection experiencing genetic collapse, with muscles and organs beneath the skin turning into pus, making it impossible for them to live for thousands or tens of thousands of years like the Royal Guard. Currently, the second phase of modification technology is still being tested under Maya Hansen's tireless efforts, attempting to compensate for the shortcomings of the first phase of modification surgery. However, these Knights may not live to see that day, as Earth will face several massive battles in the future, and genetically modified warriors will be the true main force on the battlefield, used to confront the alien fleets of the Dark Order.

"See? We're facing more trouble than just this!" Perhaps having adjusted his mindset, or perhaps because he had been too harsh before, the Emperor softened his tone, speaking gently to Wanda. "It would be the strangest thing if Earth didn't face the threat of an extinction event one day!"

Somehow, Wanda, who was feeling down, ended up being the one being comforted. Laura Crawford, seemingly out of nowhere, was sitting in the guest room, cradling a purring Pallas's cat in her arms. The feline, ever since feeling the touch, refused to leave. Although she didn't know what the Great Old Ones were, or what the Black Order's Void Fleet was, she understood that the immortal ancient gods wanted to kill the Emperor, and that the galactic armed superpower was going to attack Earth.

"Extinction events?" The overwhelming amount of information was difficult for Laura Crawford to process. She was an archaeologist, not a ruler of an Earthly regime, yet she understood that the events the Emperor spoke of were indeed extinction events, only far more numerous than she had imagined. "Extinction events besides Quetzalcoatl?"

"Haven't you seen the news? Space telescopes have detected an alien fleet invasion."

"The news says the Latvian emperor is a madman, and the Chitauri invasion can't happen again because the Tesseract was taken by the Asgardians, and what the space telescopes saw was just the asteroid belt." Laura Crawford had barely finished speaking when she immediately thought of how the London tabloids had smeared the Crawford family. She realized, "Sorry, I've been relying on the news to solidify my understanding again."

"It's nothing, it's normal. You have to endure the ignorance and stupidity of ordinary people." The emperor shook his head. "Just call me by my name. I give you permission now."

"I know your name..." Laura Crawford frowned, then suddenly gasped. "I forgot, but now I remember. You've tampered with my brain?"

"This is magic, nothing particularly powerful, not even to the point of altering memories. The principle is simply to blur the way I'm expressed in the Akashic Records," Salomon shrugged, speaking calmly yet profoundly. At that moment, the two in the room noticed a handsome young man with long black hair sitting before them, his face radiating a warm smile, his long eyelashes casting shadows. "If I don't allow it, no one can remember my name or appearance, not even a camera."

“This is no small matter. I know what the Akashic Records are, and I also know that the so-called Borrowers are actually magical creatures called Pixies,” Laura Crawford said. “Archaeology is the discipline closest to magic. I’ve read the introductory books in your library and know how difficult this kind of magic is.”

"It seems you've been studying all this time. But this isn't Hogwarts, and I'm sure you've realized that. This is a fact that no amount of cute magical creatures can hide. Here, there are no exams, only life and death." Salomon raised an eyebrow and handed Wanda a wine glass that had suddenly appeared in his hand. "Take a sip. Don't let the bleakness of the future stop you from fighting. There's no gain without sacrifice. Everyone must pay the price for their future, even the Sorcerer Supreme."

Wanda looked listless. "And you? What price will you pay this time?"

"I've been asked the same question before, and I don't think my answer will change."

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)