Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1448 Defense System (Second Update)

Amon silently entered the dark chamber, guarding the other side of the door. The return of the Imperial Guard only prompted Him to glance at it slightly. He sat on the floor, long black hair cascading over his shoulders, his slender, pale fingers wandering among the words of the enormous, open book. The room remained dim and silent, the faint light from the candles barely illuminating the eyes. Light was not allowed to enter the room, lest it disturb the thoughts of its occupant floating in the air—profound knowledge and secrets, like a lighthouse attracting moths, shone faintly in the ethereal ocean, constantly drawing carnivorous creatures from the outer dimensional ecosystem to feed. It might be the thirst for knowledge of a soul, a fleeting malice, a desperate desire to endure forbidden things; all intangible emotions would merge, be born, and instinctively seek prey in the ethereal ocean. But before those weak spiritual entities could even approach the room on a physical scale, the radiance emanating from His soul would completely melt their existence.

Ashes from the deaths of spirits, angels, and demons fell from the air like dust. He nodded, and Hammurabi and Amun activated small drones in the room to clean the ground. Blessed water, atomized by nozzles, moistened the spiritual dust on the ground and collected it into storage bags. These materials would eventually be sent to a glass greenhouse to be mixed with ordinary soil and fermented, ultimately creating potting soil capable of cultivating precious plants and promoting their rapid growth, or directly sent to the alchemy workshop to be made into clay.

"If this happens every time you open a book, I think it's necessary to add a few more robot vacuums."

He smiled gently, showing no concern about the underlying causes of this increasingly serious phenomenon. To be precise, such a situation was not something He should worry about; He had already prepared a countermeasure. As He had said, the will of the great enemy had extended into this world, and the relatively weak spiritual entities were like small fish circling around a whale, surrounding that will. When He opened the book, it was like detonating a mine in the sea.

There was also a ring of dust that had settled around the Imperial Guards' boots.

"Tell Bayonetta and Jeanne that I have activated the manor's ritual magic circle. No one can leave the manor until I leave this room, not even through the dock. Don't forget to tell them that the Cheshire Cat is currently protecting Milia's sleep from intrusion, and I promised it a bag of cat treats."

Hammurabi deployed a small drone equipped with an anti-gravity engine as a messenger.

These drones, equipped with tiny robotic arms, are perfectly capable of tasks such as carrying plates, opening cabinets to retrieve items, and even assisting in operations like precision atomic welding. Taking a chilled tuna from the refrigerator is no problem for them. If needed, they can even perform cutting motions comparable to a master sushi chef, so tasks like defusing bombs are also within their capabilities—though not this time. According to the supply list provided by Diana's maid team, there are many pre-cut and aging tuna in the unsustainable food category. This drone only needs to perform the simplest task. The Guardians are now providing this small drone with a temporary key, enabling it to unlock the combination lock on the aging freezer. This is a crucial step in ensuring food safety, and the procedures were jointly developed by the Sorority and the Guardians.

Although the manor had a martial spirit, aside from the training grounds, there weren't many actual instances of guns being loaded or chainsaws clanging. The sorority sisters wouldn't proactively demonstrate their training processes to guests. The sorority members who came here were all official members who had undergone numerous arduous missions; they weren't the naive and weak girls from the academy who hadn't yet shed their innocence. Winston, having finally come to terms with the fact that everyone in the manor carried a gun, watched in astonishment as a standard five-woman sorority tactical squad walked down the corridor. These girls were fully armed and wearing helmets, activating their individual fire control systems in combat preparation, their fingers resting on the trigger guards, waiting to fire. The sound of steel boots striking the stone floor gradually extended until it reached the unlit, dark snowy night.

It seems that at a moment that ordinary people could not detect, the entire security force of the manor was mobilized.

Every sorority squad, regardless of their current task, immediately switches to combat readiness, the faint rumble of armored tracked vehicle engines echoing in the air. For the guests, the sudden slamming of the third reception room door and the hidden compartments filled with weapons and ammunition behind the paintings that have been mechanically moved only fuel the tense and suspenseful atmosphere.

"Don't worry, this is standard defense."

Bayonetta casually pulled two enamel-decorated blue-gold pistols from a gap in the sofa, while Jeanne magically placed two gray-black pistols on the table. Seemingly concerned for her guests' safety, Bayonetta also pulled two recoilless anti-tank guns from a hidden compartment. "Just like your experience in the library, only the enemies the manor faces are far more dangerous," the black-haired witch said, lightly tapping the polymer shell of the drone. The drone had delivered a message explaining why the defense system installed during the manor's renovation had been activated. It was a combined defense system of the material and invisible universes; the Sorority and the Royal Guard were the immune cells within this system, along with automatic sentry gun turrets and other equipment, leaving no blind spots throughout the manor. "They're hunting down any survivors who manage to enter the manor," Bayonetta said, "assuming there are any survivors, which is unlikely."

"A demon lurks nearby." The madwoman champagne downed like water. She was the one with the clearest view in the third meeting room, because her mind, churned up by extradimensional forces, wasn't seeing the meeting room itself, but rather a paste-like mixture of past, present, and future, heated together. She might be referring to the present situation, or she might not. "They're all dead, utterly dead," she said, her face filled with grief. "All dead."

"What happened?" Laura Crawford asked nervously. The prophetic woman had helped her many times before, and her sudden illness upon arriving at the manor was even more frightening and nerve-wracking. She thought this woman with some mental issues was spouting some kind of prophecy again. To be precise, it was indeed a prophecy, but now no one knew what it meant, not even herself. "Why did it suddenly turn out like this?"

"Because he is reading and studying."

Bayonetta's answer was very simple. Perhaps out of professional habit, Joan of Arc's explanation was more detailed and comprehensive than Bayonetta's. "Normally he does this at Kamar-Taj, but now there's no going back. As he gets closer to the answer, something always tries to stop him. The will of the great enemy is corrupting this world; no one can truly be safe." Joan of Arc pointed to the champagne in the ice bucket. "Wanda, where do you want to go? Our champagne party isn't over yet!"

"I want to go see him. I think he needs help."

Wanda Maximov watched Dinah, who was already donning her power armor. Sensing Wanda's intention to leave the Third Drawing Room, the fully armed maid placed one hand on the sword at her waist and the other on the plasma weapon grip in her thigh holster. She wasn't worried that a fight in the drawing room would displease her master, because the Emperor's orders were that no one should interfere with Him. She had never tried fighting a witch before, and now she was looking forward to it.

"Also, why can't we go back to Kamar-Taj?"

(End of this chapter)