Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1496 The Lunar War (Part 8)

He spat at a corpse adorned with an ornate headdress. This was the female mutant who had tried to manipulate Aparishia's mind, but all the genetically modified warriors here possessed mental barriers personally erected by the Emperor. The result was that this unfortunate creature's head had been blown open, looking like it had been hit by a bomb. Judging from its clothing, this thing should be one of the so-called "Chimilian Clan." "The Emperor's choice to attack here wasn't without reason; these creatures are truly damned," Lieutenant Nelson said in the squad's common channel. "When has He not always ordered us to eradicate witchcraft?"

"Shut up!" Aparisha asked in a deep, genetically engineered voice, "Have you gained super-control over the airtight doors?"

"Yes," said Lieutenant Nelson. "What happened?"

"Calling Archaeopteryx Squad... Archaeopteryx Squad... No response! I heard an explosion!" Aparishia took a deep breath. The passage was completely without power; only the airtight door, powered by its own independent source, was still functioning. "Nelson, check the communication channels! Have we been hacked?"

"I... the Martian technicians claim that the generator system here seems a bit different." Lieutenant Nelson, now tense, added, "It could be artificial intelligence!"

"I need you to open the airtight door, Nelson!" Aparisha checked the chamber, making sure the explosive rounds were ready to fire at any moment. He nodded to his command squad and assault squad. Except for the heavy weapons operator of the assault squad guarding the firing point, all thirty other knights followed him. All the muzzles were aimed at the creaking airtight door, and Aparisha put his helmet back on—the explosive rounds pierced the crack in the door precisely, pulverizing the skeleton and flesh of the fully armed creature behind it. Immediately afterwards, a hail of bullets swept through the passage, like a violent storm tearing the already ravaged metal walls and airtight door to shreds—a member of the Chimilian clan, its head and shoulders stained with the remains of its own kind, let out a shriek, its deformed anteater mandibles moving rapidly, and a visible glass barrier deflected hundreds of rapidly approaching explosive rounds.

The lights in the corridor began to flicker frequently, and a chilling, supernatural aura condensed into frost on the walls. At the same time, all the genetically modified warriors heard a shriek beyond the range of human hearing. Within this shriek, an indistinct voice was calling out names they didn't possess, and their throats seemed to be tightly gripped by some force, making it impossible to breathe. An unseen blade sliced ​​through the air, and a genetically modified warrior who hadn't yet managed to take cover was immobilized by an irresistible force. Then, in the blink of an eye, the sturdy power armor shrank into a fist-sized metal sphere, from which a trickle of crimson liquid gushed out like a fountain.

"Witchcraft trick. Plasma grenade!"

Aparisha shook her head, shaking off the illusion.

He shouted from behind the corner bunker, and several grenades, flashing blue, hurtled towards the horde of mutants as if launched from a grenade launcher. The stellar heat of the miniature nuclear fusion rapidly expanded the air, which then contracted sharply, sucking in everything loosely attached to the passage, including spent shell casings and mutant remains. Aparishia grinned, gripping his longsword tightly. He strode out of the corner bunker toward the corridor, twisted and burned by the grenades. As the warheads exploded, the ornately dressed female Chimilian Inhuman, perhaps sexually attractive to her kind, screamed and fell heavily onto the shattered corpses of her kin. He stepped over the ashes of mutants compressed by the air pressure and unleashed all the explosives in his hand at the mutants behind the airtight door, who were terrified by the wizard's fall.

The strange situation had disappeared, something Aparisha had anticipated.

The light bulbs had been shattered, and only the muzzle flash of the explosives illuminated the surroundings. Using the faint muzzle flash, Aparisha and his assault team spotted the bodies of the Archaeopteryx team. Their sturdy power armor had been neatly sliced ​​into finger-width pieces. The three genetically modified warriors, in their dying moments, had detonated offensive and plasma grenades, blasting the airlocked mutants to pieces and ashes. Aparisha gritted his teeth and roared in fury; he couldn't accept that his warriors had died so meaninglessly.

"Leave no one alive, including the wizards!"

Aparisha watched as the mutants dragged the stunningly beautiful female mutant witch away. He brandished his sword, weaving through the confined space like a heavy tank crushing a crowd, dodging bombs and charging towards the most conspicuous target. His teammates followed, sweeping through the corridor like a hurricane. Aparisha and his guards spent seconds slaughtering the female mutant witch's protectors; all the mutants who stood in their way fell like weeds, blood and grotesque entrails splattering the passageway. Just as he was about to sever the unconscious mutant witch's head as a trophy, a dazzling light appeared out of nowhere—a giant, deep yellow Shar-Pei, taller than an ordinary human, materialized, biting the witch before vanishing again. The disappointment of losing his prey caused Aparisha to roar again, his sword centimeters from the mutant witch's neck. "I will find you!" he roared, swinging his sword with unrestrained fury. He raged amidst the blood, shouting, "I will find you, mutant witch! You will die by my sword!"

"Mother Honoria falls while resisting the invaders!"

"Mother Onomi was trying to lead the Chimilian clan to safety, and the invaders just happened to be in her way! The spaceship left by the Chimilian clan's ancestors might still be operational, wouldn't it? She's never been willing to share that program!" Mother Evo of the Ghost Clan gripped the armrests of the Gene Council's circular chair tightly, her sharp claws scratching the metal surface. "Medusa, where is Black Bolt? If the ruler can't stand up against the invaders, then we might as well let Maxim sit on the throne. His mutated genetic purity might even allow your barren womb to give birth to the next king!"

"Shut up, Avor! Don't mention that traitor!" The villainous clan typically appears with fish-like scales and green fur. Queen Aladi Koeker has a human female face, barely considered beautiful except for the tiny scales on her skin. The five clan matriarchs together constitute Black Bolt's five queens, representing the four main Attilan clans and one commoner clan, who control the Genetic Council. The previously brought-back matriarch, Onomi, is also one of Black Bolt's queens. Including Medusa of the commoner clan, all clans possess a specific stable mutation method, while the Terrigen Mist mutation of the commoner clan is the original origin of other mutation methods, but it is the most unstable.

"The invaders have now taken control of the generators in the White Room and the core shield system. The Alpha Primitives have inexplicably rebelled and are attacking civilians and clans. Almost all of our council's security forces have been wiped out, and all production activities are virtually paralyzed. If we can't resolve this, we won't even have to wait for the invaders to kill us; those lowly people will rebel on their own!"

"Watch your words, Aladi Koeke. Commoners are not inferiors," Medusa warned.

"My question remains unchanged, Mother Aladi," Mother Evo said with her lizard-like face. "Where is Black Bolt? Only you can answer that, Medusa. I objected when you decided to conceive naturally, and now I only hope you haven't locked him in a room!"

"Enough, Matriarch Evo of the Ghost Clan! Your sarcasm is completely inappropriate!"

Medusa, with her thick, deep red hair, gritted her teeth as she spoke. Born a commoner, she was the only one in the Genetic Council whose appearance closely resembled a human; her ankle-length red hair seemed to writhe with life. She sighed, stroking the giant, deep yellow Shar-Pei dog beside the throne—the very dog ​​that had brought Matronium back. "The Hound saved Matronium, and it brought back information about the invaders. We still don't know what the invaders are, but they appear to be a product of some kind of genetic engineering, and extremely violent. Now I demand that all the clan matriarchs vote. We must consolidate our scattered power and form an army to resist the invasion. Black Bolt will be the leader of that army." She stood up, looking at the other four clan matriarchs. "Without a professional army, we cannot fight those invaders! I now cast my vote in favor on behalf of the commoner clans!"

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)