Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1381 Enoch (First Update)

The fact that the Immortals never replaced any parts after arriving on Earth indicates that the materials used to manufacture their parts are extremely durable and reliable, capable of withstanding tens of thousands of years of wear and tear. The reverse engineering and synthesis experiments conducted by the Martian Foundry and the Immortal City on vibranium and the mysterious materials provided by the Emperor have created almost all of the advanced mechanical equipment in the Immortal City and Latvinia. Research on the Immortals may further advance the technological level of the Immortal City and the Martian Foundry.

Constantine is one of the few people in the world who knows what secrets lie buried beneath Mars. The mysterious materials and equipment obtained by the Martian Foundry and the Immortal City come from the oldest mechanical life forms in the universe—even possessing the most powerful mechanical secrets in the universe doesn't mean that the Martian Foundry and the Immortal City are capable of reverse engineering all the equipment collected from the Celestials. Faced with mechanical life forms in the universe that are almost equivalent to magic, even though the Martian Foundry and the Immortal City have created many mathematical tools and laws of microphysics, they can only imitate inferior versions of the technology.

Wakanda, which also received a share of research materials, did not acquire many technological advancements beyond those of the Immortal City and the Martian Foundry under its research contract with the Emperor. While the technology used by the Immortals might not have been as advanced, it was extremely suitable as a preliminary mathematical tool and a means of deducing and experimenting with physical laws for reverse engineering the Celestials, greatly accelerating the process.

Constantine granted Epsilon Rodney Radium 223 permission to participate in the experimental project of reverse engineering the immortals. This was a joint decision made by the three most powerful people in the Balkans—the Emperor, the Regent, and the Commander of the Guard. As he told Sergeant Ronald, the Emperor would win over the middle-level managers of the Martian foundry so that a sufficiently loyal Martian sage could seize power after a power vacuum appeared on Mars. Epsilon Rodney Radium 223 was a Martian sage ranked very high on the list because she contributed many ideas to the construction of the Rangers project and improved the surgical procedure for the neural synaptic connections of the multispectral eyepiece implants used in the Rangers.

Epsilon-Rodney-Radium 223 is an absolute genius. From the moment she was gently embraced by her robotic servant and carried out of the incubation chamber filled with orange culture medium, she was already a teenage girl. Thanks to pre-implanted hypnotic neural interfaces and learning programs, this fourth-generation native born in the Martian artificial womb possesses basic language, sociological, and scientific knowledge, enabling her to understand the relationship between Mars, Earth, and the universe. Epsilon-Rodney-Radium 223 demonstrated extraordinary logical reasoning abilities in her birth tests, even deducing higher-level theorems in the world solely based on pre-implanted advanced mathematics and physics knowledge and problems on a data board. The probability of a genius like her appearing in the fourth-generation Martian artificial womb is only five percent, but even this five percent of geniuses can support most of the basic research projects at the Olympus Furnace and will one day hold the reins of power on Mars.

Besides Enoch, the other immortal was soon dragged away by the scavengers.

Aside from the semi-mechanized soldiers, only Constantine among those present possessed the ability to subdue the immortals, but he faced Enoch, the observer and prophet of immortal society. "You will receive a mission." Constantine looked at Enoch, still kneeling with his head in his hands, ignoring Melinda May's angry glare. In the eyes of the Royal Guard Commander, that woman was intellectually deficient, only capable of dwelling on hatred for simple enemies and incapable of considering the true predicament. Constantine seemed to have unlocked the database, fully understanding the Emperor's intentions. He was certain this was the Emperor's tactic, solely for a dramatic last-minute conflict. "Enoch, I need you to take me to the Great Stone. We must save the future."

Enoch, the immortal being, glanced around, his eerily calm bionic eyes sweeping over the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. "This is the best option, but you're not part of the mission," he said. Although things had unfolded unexpectedly—he hadn't even been able to use his private mercenary company to take action against S.H.I.E.L.D. before the Emperor's servants had seized control—Enoch was somewhat reluctant to let others take the initiative in the mission, but he had no choice, and he also realized that the mastermind behind assigning the Guardians was also a precognitive. "Your disruptive influence is too great for me to assess."

These are just excuses; anyone can see that.

"My lord will prepare all the personnel for this mission for you." Constantine gestured for the soldiers of the First Secret Service to pull Melinda May, Leopold Fitz, and Gemma Simmons to their feet. "The rest of you will not have a chance to escape. Whether it's Alfonso McKenzie, Elena Rodriguez, or Daisy Jensen."

"Where are you taking us!" Gemma Simmons yelled at Constantine. "We've worked together before!"

"Put them in jail. I think there are plenty of jails at Beacon Base." The Commander of the Guard ignored the SHIELD agents' shouts. "Keep an eye on them until we get what we want."

Nick Fury, or rather, whoever thought he was Nick Fury, seemed unable to believe the Emperor's words.

"You have no soul, I can smell it." The Emperor's eyes remained fixed on the river. A gentle breeze caused the artificial bait to bob and ripple, creating waves that interfered with the ripples created by the red artificial bait that Milia had chosen. The Emperor pointed to the ripples on the river, explaining the principle of interference to the young girl. After a while, he had time to continue his conversation with Nick Fury. He pointed meaningfully to the river, and Milia excitedly flicked her fishing rod, causing the artificial bait to jump violently, making the crests and troughs of the ripples even more intense.

"Dina has a soul, and all the androids I created have souls. Their bodies were created around these artificial souls, and their consciousness is the result of the interaction between the artificial souls and their alchemical bodies," the Emperor said. "I have an OxyContin tablet here; you can take it. Your body is completely incapable of processing OxyContin, unable to simulate the most sophisticated brain activity, so you won't feel anything. You think you are Nick Fury, but you are actually just an android implanted with Nick Fury's memories. The memories are real, so you also believe you are real. Nick Fury used you as bait at the last moment, trying to catch a fish from the chaotic river."

Hammurabi charged forward at a speed even his android eyes couldn't see, his sharp guard spear slicing through the tough android skin, but stopping just before touching the plasticized steel skeleton. Precise control of force was one of the Praetorian Guard's abilities, and Hammurabi felt guilty for failing to discern the true identity of the Nick Fury before him. A careful investigation would have revealed the truth, but he had failed to communicate with Superuliumas in time to obtain the latest intelligence on all the surveillance lists. Now, he firmly blocked the fire channel between the android and the Emperor, preventing any high-speed projectile from harming the Emperor.

"Your command, my lord." Those familiar with Hammurabi could tell he was angry with himself. "I swear, there will be no next time."

"Give him all the data from the Wakanda Joint Deep Space Observatory, Hammurabi. His idea is Nick Fury's idea, and I can't refuse this legitimate reason. The UN Security Council has the right to know about the Dark Order." The Emperor shook his head. "Let this android live. Nick Fury has his own plans for it. But first, wipe out the location data, because I'm very interested to see how Nick Fury will treat another self-aware version of himself."

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