Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1485 The Isolated Island Mansion (Part 1)

The Lunar Wars may be the most difficult of the next three material cosmic wars, surpassing even the inherently high-intensity Asgardian Wars. Compared to Asgard, which has already amassed vast amounts of military, topographical, and hydrological data, the Attilan base is buried deep within lunar craters, its internal structure intricate and complex. Even assassins infiltrating it cannot obtain complete information; therefore, most intelligence is currently unusable for military purposes. The limited information available is a map showing the distribution and functions of urban areas. When the Lunar Wars erupt, everything on the battlefield will depend on flexible tactical command, the fearless fighting spirit of superhuman warriors, and a continuous supply of logistical support.

The Emperor will participate in this war alongside the Praetorian Guard.

Lack of information is fatal to war, and the Emperor believed it essential to personally participate to accelerate the war's progress, minimize casualties among his superhuman army, and avoid impacting the number of superhuman soldiers available for subsequent battles—provided the Martians could send their solar-powered satellites, used to bombard and heat the Martian polar ice caps to gain atmosphere, via Martian gravity wells and rocket boosters into lunar orbit, bombarding and destroying Attilan's energy shield. This would allow the Emperor's army to directly airdrop into Attilan using assault transports and landing craft, immediately begin combat, and seize control of all vital facilities within the Attilan base—more importantly, to protect Attilan's genetic research labs and extract useful experimental data. There lay the results of the Attilan Inhumans' long-standing research on human and Kree genes, and it was precisely these research findings and scientific equipment that were the Emperor's primary objective in attacking Attilan. He believed Attilan's scholars and equipment would aid him in building his superhuman army.

He captured all possibilities in the sea of ​​souls.

Attiland would be more detrimental than beneficial to Earth after the arrival of the Dark Order. The Moon, serving as a springboard for their invasion of Earth, would inevitably face attacks from the Dark Order. Under such attacks, the rulers of the Moon Inhumans would likely deploy the Terrigen Climate Missiles to Earth, thoroughly contaminating the genes of Earth's population in an attempt to revive their extinct race. This would further weaken the Emperor's already fragile conscience. He had never valued the lives of the Attiland Inhumans; after all, they were a race aligned with the Kree, despising normal humans, and stealing resources from Earth. Unless their so-called faith was completely destroyed, the Emperor would not allow these beings to continue living. This point was agreed upon in the Council of Three—the three being Regent Victor von Doom, Military Commander Constantine, and the Emperor with supreme authority—most decisions were made by Constantine and Victor von Doom, but in matters of grand strategy, they still followed the Emperor's instructions. The latter often jokingly referred to the Council of Three as merely a means to make himself appear more useful.

This universe lacks both the capacity and the conditions for harmonious coexistence among multiple interstellar races, a tragic fact confirmed by the Emperor after his interstellar travels. Threats are omnipresent; all alien races vie for vast territories, abundant resources, and advanced technology to counter them. All interstellar populations face existential threats, and war is the only path to peace.

"The genetic mutations of the Attiran Inhumans are too advanced to be classified as a human population. Regardless of their physical resemblance to humans, the Terrigen Fog-induced experiments have shown that the genetic trait can be expressed as dominant," Constantine said in a chillingly calm tone. "I recommend that all Inhumans except for the Scholar caste be exterminated, including those who have not yet undergone the Terrigen mutation."

"accept."

The information relayed by the assassins included demographic data. For a base isolated on the moon, population was a strictly controlled variable, and eugenics was practiced to its extreme at Attilan. All unions between Inhumans had to be vetted to avoid inbreeding, and reproduction required authorization. Individuals with obvious genetic defects, such as Down syndrome, mental illness, or physical disabilities, were sent directly to the incinerator to prevent inferior genes from contaminating the gene pool. Love was an absolute taboo in Attilan, and even the current ruler of Attilan could not possess such a luxury.

Constantine's suggestion meant that hundreds of thousands would die from explosives or chainsaws. Aside from the population needed to maintain the Attilan base and biological research laboratories, no Inhumans would remain on Attilan. This war slave race, modified by the Kree, would be completely wiped out of history. The organizations left behind by Dr. Daniel Whitehall on Earth, now serving the Emperor, were deeply involved with the United Nations and the WHO, closely investigating the Kree genetic contamination and striving to end the Kree genetic pollution nonviolently before all events concluded.

Constantine also displayed data sent by Mars technicians on a data board.

A solar-powered satellite designed to bombard the subsurface glaciers at the Martian poles is in motion and will soon reach lunar orbit to carry out its mission. A formal letter has arrived from Wakanda, inquiring about the Emperor's intentions in sending such a terrifying weapon to Earth, but the Royal Guard has offered no reply, even though the letter bears the electronic seal of the Black Panther Throne, indicating it is a very serious and public document. A lack of a proper and appropriate response could impact Wakanda's diplomatic relations with the Yugoslav Federation. However, the regent's appointed foreign minister will resolve this predicament with rather tedious and verbose rhetoric, using enough boring nonsense to make everyone lose interest at this moment.

"What about Stark Industries?"

“No. Tony Stark still refuses to join our cause.” Constantine lowered his head. “He aspires to build a ring around Earth…though it’s just a concept, his genius is astounding. He’s even envisioned the technology to build the ring. My lord, you’ve been too lenient with Tony Stark. His presence is worth an entire legion.”

"Let him live, Constantine." The Emperor brought over a glass of brandy and placed it in the hand of the Commander of the Royal Guard. His tone was remarkably gentle in the face of the Commander's objections, as if he were instructing a child not much older than Milia. He leaned casually against his desk, exuding an air of ease and leisure. "Tony Stark will stand with humanity, I firmly believe so. If my ultimate mission is accomplished, you must protect the future of humanity; it is your duty. At that time, humanity's morality, science, laws, and social systems will no longer be hampered by the bare minimum of survival; love, justice, and hope will return to this world."

"And then cultivate a bunch of idiots who think products grow out of store shelves?"

"I told you, you definitely have a sense of humor."

"No, my lord, these are your exact words."

"This is already progress." The Emperor clinked glasses with Constantine. "The things here won't be packed up and taken away; instead, they'll be connected via a portal. Tonight, I will begin the ritual to link the manor to that isolated island. Can you stay here for the night, or are you leaving now?"

"I think Your Regent still has work to entrust to me."

Initially, it involved accountability and trials.

When Viktor von Dum established the Yugoslav Federal Civil War Tribunal to try separatists, careerists, and war criminals, he meticulously reconstructed the events and invited numerous witnesses to testify. This was a trial that attracted global attention because it not only represented a tacit admission by the Yugoslav Federation of its role in the attack on the Hague tribunal in the Netherlands, allowing for the fabrication of various charges and sanctions, but also provided an opportunity to exploit the issue of Yugoslavia's disintegration, advocating for so-called national self-determination and independence, and further exacerbating already strained ethnic relations.

However, the trial took an unexpected turn, as it also included an alibi. While the Bosnian War involved multiple factions, NATO and groups such as Greek Orthodox militias were brought to the dock, standing trial alongside Karadzic and others. When the trial began, the Emperor was on a remote South American island, enjoying the long-awaited warm sunshine.

The island was armed to the teeth, equipped with all the necessary facilities. Instead of responding to Laura Crawford's invitation to sunbathe on the beach, he sat in his secluded island mansion watching every aspect of the trial via private line. It's easy to imagine that the many war criminals arrested through the tireless efforts of the secret service had different supporters. The Emperor had to admit that appointing Viktor von Dum was a very wise choice; he was adept at using distraction tactics during war criminal trials to prevent the crowds watching the live broadcast outside the courtroom from clashing violently with another group, or even resulting in bloodshed, because their supporters were being tried.

In his speech before the trial, Regent Viktor von Doom declared that no nationalism demands hatred of those who are different from oneself. If it does, it is a blatant populist organization. The court rejected the legitimacy of rigged elections such as the 1992 Bosnia and Herzegovina independence referendum, condemned ideologies like "Greater Serbian Nationalism" and "Greater Albanian Nationalism," and rejected superstitious ideas such as the so-called "Holy Land of the Orthodox Church." "The Balkans are small; no nation can survive independently. So-called independence only allows ambitious individuals to sell out the people's property and lives. On this land, the war is over because all the ambitious individuals have been eliminated. Everyone on this land will be protected by the Emperor's laws, and fairness, justice, and hope will return to this land," he said. "But before moving into a new era, we must puncture the festering sore, define what is right and what is wrong, define the value of life and the majesty of the law; otherwise, the people of this land will never realize the suffering inflicted by past lies, nor who the biggest beneficiaries of the war truly were."

The emperor shrugged and turned off the television.

The isolated mansion is mostly automated. Aside from a portion of the maids' group led by Dinah who arrived via a portal, there is no one else inside, as most anti-aircraft missiles, helipads, and other equipment do not require human operation. Winston, who was originally at Oxfordshire Manor, returned to Surrey and began arranging renovations to the Croft family estate. Hammurabi and others remained outside the portal, continuing to oversee the various weapon systems at Oxfordshire Manor and working on constructing an escape route between Oxfordshire Manor and the isolated mansion.

Bayonetta and Joan of Arc, dressed in swimsuits, passed by Salomon, each holding a girl's hand and a cat's arm. This was a pure holiday paradise, even quieter than the Oxfordshire estates. No ships or planes passed by, and even satellites, hampered by jamming technology, seemed oblivious to this isolated island.

"Only you can help us apply sunscreen, darling." The dark-haired witch stretched lazily, her swimsuit—a style that could be described as a "mini bikini"—making one's heart race. Joan of Arc's choice could also be categorized as this type, its main purpose seemingly being greater exposure and easier-to-untie ties, or even, to some extent, no need to untie them at all. The two witches openly displayed their beautiful figures, clearly preferring days when their skin could be exposed to the warm sunshine to the cold, gloomy British winter. The Cheshire Cat, on the other hand, was quite uncomfortable with this; the heat retained by its thick gray fur seemed to give it heatstroke.

"Milia'll be busy building sandcastles, and the Cheshire Cat won't be doing anything," Joan of Arc argued. Milia, dressed in a children's swimsuit and wearing a swimming ring, was equally excited. The two witches seemed to have already applied sunscreen to her; a roll on the beach would surely leave her with a huge cloud of sand. "Now the only reliable person is you. This is definitely not a compliment, you fool, why are you laughing so happily?"

Athena glanced at Joan of Arc and let out a soft snort of mockery.

Her attire was identical to the witches', except her mini-bikini was gold. However, the witches didn't react much to her actions; it seemed the three women had reached a certain level of reconciliation, information Salomon had overheard through the Cheshire Cat spy. "If I weren't here, they wouldn't have bothered putting on clothes," Athena said slowly, "let alone stuffing anything inside."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." Salomon shrugged again. "I still have a few hours to enjoy the beach, my dear witches, and I'd be happy to serve you during that time. And you, dear Athena, please stop stirring up trouble; there really is a volcano beneath this beach."

"Of course, of course." Athena suddenly blushed. "Thank you for lending me the shaving foam and your hands. You're so kind."

“Now I’m sure Freud was right,” Bayonetta said, arms crossed. “But he certainly didn’t consider another theory.”

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(End of this chapter)