Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1500 The Lunar War (Part Twelve)

"Hurry up, you lazybones!"

"But, Mistress Evo..."

"Shut up! I have no interest in listening to that bitch Medusa's ramblings. It's all just nonsense about the rights of the commoners, the rights of the Alpha primitives!" The Ghost Clan matriarch, Evo, clenched her fists, her thick muscles bulging beneath her scales. She tirelessly urged her commoner servants to dress her in armor. As the lowest rung of Attilan society, commoners who hadn't undergone mutation or hadn't had their mutated genes activated by the Terrigen Mist were only higher in class than the Alpha primitives. Even the commoner clans, which always advocated equality, outwardly treated these people as slaves. Because they had lost the noble product of Kree genetic engineering in their genes, they were lustful, promiscuous, and repulsive creatures, incapable of maintaining the great mutation.

"Tell me, how are the army's preparations going?"

"Apart from the standing army trained to fight against other clans... I mean, the clan defense forces."

The dark brown lizardman opened his mouth, sticking out his deformed tongue, as if afraid of being punched on the head at any moment. But the attack did not come; Matriarch Evo seemed unconcerned about her guard's slip of the tongue. Previously, the Alpha Primitives' production base had been captured, but the other clans, apart from the commoner clans, were not in a hurry. Even if this meant that Earthlings had discovered Attilan and taken military action, the Genetic Council was not without countermeasures. After all, the breach of the outermost shield only allowed the invaders to enter Attilan, which the Inhumans' excellent mutation abilities were more than enough to handle.

It wasn't until everyone realized that the Earthlings attacking Attilan seemed different that the Gene Council reluctantly united to fight the invaders and reclaim the lost production facilities to maintain stability. However, the Gene Council had now lost most of its production facilities, starting from the 70th floor. The sewage treatment system was paralyzed, and residents could only drink contaminated water from the taps. The industrial power grid was destroyed, food factories and gene farms were completely shut down, and no fresh food would be transported to the upper levels by freight trains and elevators. Even the elevators leading to the lower levels for maintenance were controlled, making it impossible to dispatch any troops or engineers. This was a problem all clans had to face; regardless of past disputes, they had to unite according to the original intentions of their ancestors in establishing the Gene Council.

"We've also recruited the youngest men from the clan. They've undergone basic training and know how to follow orders," the guard said. "Each Ghost Clan warrior is worth ten men from other clans."

"That's enough. Get out of here, you useless thing!" Matriarch Evo, enraged by the clumsy, armored commoner, punched the slave in the face. The shattered bones sliced ​​through the tissue like dozens of sharp knives, instantly killing the commoner. He didn't even have time to utter a cry before he died completely. The nearly shattered skull exposed his brain tissue to the air, but no one cared about the life of such a lowly creature, including the other slaves. "Bring another slave. I have no patience to let the commoner clan, the villain clan, or the Centaurus clan set off before us!"

"Yes, Mistress Evo." The guard pointed to another slave waiting beside him. "You, come here! Mistress Evo, there's one more thing... Mistress Medusa seems very keen to bring you into the command communication channel. She claims it's perfectly legal and you can't refuse, based on the recent Wartime Information Sharing Act."

"How could I possibly let you be my guard!" Matriarch Evo sighed deeply, her hot breath condensing into mist in the air. The slave obediently reached out to perform the task left unfinished by the previous slave, repairing the power armor's data interface, which hadn't been used in a long time. "Alright, let's connect to the communication channel. I can't wait to hear the pleas of those weak clans. Especially Medusa's hypocritical cries—does she miss the slums where she came from? Will she hobble her noble ass there to save the lowly?"

"The intelligence reports that the Attilan Inhuman counterattack force is currently luring the enemy into our ambush zone. Due to structural issues, we cannot provide fire support. All victory depends on the abilities of our genetically modified warriors and our technology to fight against thousands of mutants. They number less than a thousand; this will be a massacre." Regent Victor von Doom patiently explained the meaning of each mark on the complex diagram to the ambassador. There was no top-secret information; it was simply moving military markers on a map, and even the map didn't show information like generators—Regent Victor von Doom had agreed to let the ambassador maintain contact with the homeland because the latter had requested contact with the astronomical system to confirm that a fleet was indeed orbiting the moon. Although the ambassador was eager to know how the Regent had obtained this map and how the spies were providing real-time feedback, he could only patiently listen to the Regent explain the war situation, as this was humanity's only known record of fighting a large-scale alien conflict.

"Urban warfare and counterinsurgency are the most demanding tests of soldiers' skills. Since the Gulf War, all countries have recognized the role of information technology. The United States' long-term counterinsurgency campaign in the Middle East has even led NATO forces to develop their tactical manuals in the direction of counterinsurgency warfare. However, counterinsurgency requires one side to have superior long-range firepower and information superiority, making it an asymmetric warfare. There is no space in space bases for gunboats and artillery to provide support, and the maze-like terrain will also have many impacts on support troops. Today, the tactical regulations for genetically modified soldiers are a plan personally compiled and modified by the Emperor. With powered armor and information warfare systems, these soldiers can cope with the most difficult combat environments and the bloodiest battles, fighting to the death until all enemies are wiped out."

This is a peaceful demonstration, the ambassador thought. "Why show me this war?" he said. "Your country's ambitions toward Greece are blatantly obvious; even the Greek and Turkish governments are increasing their military spending and negotiating with NATO."

"Mr. Ambassador, have you studied the theories of the dependency school? From the perspective of critical and sociological research on state relations alone, the dependency school is worth studying, because some of its theories can be fully applied to real-world international relations. We can all clearly recognize the difference between feudal dynasties expanding their territory and capitalism expanding its markets, which is why so many independence movements are actively promoted by capitalist countries in the context of a globalized free market."

Regent Victor von Doom poured himself another glass of wine.

War makes people thirsty, and even bystanders don't find it much easier.

"In world-systems theory, the boundaries of territory in a free market are meaningless; only the boundaries of market share matter. For countries that refuse to accept the exploitative rules of the free market, capitalist countries usually resort to violence to forcibly open their markets and hinder industrialization. I believe your country is well aware of this. This is one of the reasons why small countries with limited land area and scarce resources cannot rise. I need to emphasize again that there is no methodology that can be applied to all aspects of life; that is a product of idealism. As a politician, not a political man, I must be keenly aware of the complexity of reality; otherwise, I will never find a solution. But at the same time, I must also recognize that the world is not rational. Hayek has already given this hint: arrogance and ignorance are the greatest obstacles to survival. We must think from the perspective of truth and underlying laws, not morality."

"There aren't many scholar-type leaders left in the world."

"Oh, flattery can wait. Let's set aside law and morality and talk about reality," the Regent said with a smile. "It's not hard to see from my description that the biggest problem facing small countries is that large countries can use irresistible force to forcibly open their markets, forcing them into an exploitative economic system dominated by large countries. Now, we have nuclear deterrence, we have the ability to refuse to have our markets forcibly opened, we have technology far superior to that of capitalist societies, and we can avoid falling into the middle-income trap, bypass production technology blockades, and become high-value-added producers in the manufacturing industry. In this situation, victory is irreversible. I have already disrupted many of the cooperative relationships in the EU free trade market. The Netherlands has its cheese, and so does Italy. With NATO forces unable to confront the Emperor, self-interest will cause them to split apart on their own."

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