Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1504, Chapter 1500: The Lunar War (Sixteen)

The Chimilian clan's methods of mutation are extremely unique, completely different from the Ghost clan's physical enhancements, the Centaurus clan's shapeshifting and camouflage, and the Rogue clan's adaptability. Apart from the Commoner clan, the genetic mutations of the other four clans far exceed all the characteristics that human genes can express. This is because all four clans are mature modifications conducted in the Kree Empire's war laboratories and have already been deployed in actual warfare against the Skrulls. Each clan, to meet different wartime needs, has used different modification directions to endow these laboratory-produced mutants with different abilities—the Chimilian clan's targeted mutation experiments were conducted to counter Skrull sorcerers, and to some extent referenced the psychic adaptation genetic mutation characteristics within the Skrulls. It can be said that all four clans with such distinct genetic mutation characteristics have shared a history of camaraderie in battle.

However, after the Skrull Empire's victory, the government was unwilling to maintain the enormous expenditures on war slaves and genetic engineering. Therefore, the war slaves of the four clans, along with the civilian clans whose initial modifications had yielded significant potential, were completely abandoned. However, during the war, to facilitate the replenishment of the war slaves, the Kree war department at the front lines also transferred technology to them. After the Inhumans repatriated to Earth settled in the wartime stronghold of Attilan, the four clans, including the Chimerian clan, gradually enhanced their specific talents through inbreeding and more radical genetic engineering.

The Chimilian clan's specially modified psychic genes continued to strengthen. Due to skull deformation and increased brain volume caused by drinking medicinal nectar, the Chimilian clan developed an increasingly close connection with the spiritual dimension. This also made the Chimilian clan the only one among the five major clans of Attilan to have a formally established wizarding corps. Prophecy, illusion, manipulation of fire and lightning, mind reading, and other alien sorcery inherited from the Kree Empire and Skrull wizards, along with psychic technology and spaceships directly embedded in the Attilan base, all enabled this smallest clan to rise to the Gene Council based on its own strength. Even the successive royal families of the Gene Council could not fathom the extent of the Chimilian clan's wizarding corps' power.

Now, the Chimilian Clan Wizards have come to the Gene Council as part of the Clan Alliance.

This group, typically composed of the most gifted members of the clan's royal family, each possessing profound knowledge, serves as an advisory body to Matronia. Medusa remained silent about Matronia's previous attempt to activate the White Room's engine generators, even though she knew the wizarding council had undoubtedly influenced that decision. She needed this force to combat the invaders; now was not the time to investigate the actions of the Chimilian clan. "I need you to see the location of the invaders' leader," she told the Chimilian wizarding council. "I know you are capable of prophecy; you have that ability. Black Bolt is assembling a special force to decapitate the invaders' leader. If he succeeds, we can restore order to Attilan as quickly as possible." She raised a glass of water. "This glass of water is now worth a fortune in the Attilan sanctuary. We must end this situation as soon as possible and restore the rule of the Gene Council."

“We can do that,” the Chimilian clan wizard said through the implanted speech device. Their anteater-like snouts were unsuitable for speaking, only for sipping nectar produced by automated machinery. Like the Centaurus clan, who lacked lips, they all needed implants to communicate with other clans. “But we need time, and I need to speak with Black Bolt. As the ruler of the Genetic Council, he cannot remain silent now.”

"Are you now going to exercise the rights of the Queen of Onomi on her behalf?" Medusa asked with disgust.

"The White Room Wizarding Order has this right; the Gene Council cannot be without a representative of the Chimilian clan."

"Then so be it." Medusa waved her hand. "But Black Bolt still can't see you; he's adjusting his vocal cords. Nobody wants him to destroy Attilan in the process of fighting, right? Please carry out the prophecy as soon as possible..." She looked at the clan representatives at the circular conference table. The Ghost Clan's Mother Evo, the Villain Clan's Mother Aradie Koeker, and the Centaur Clan's Mother had all gone to organize their respective clan's armies. Only the designated representatives of each clan's mother remained, except for the Chimilian Clan. "...Oxygen levels have dropped by three percent, and water and food supplies will only last for less than twelve hours. My people must not drink polluted water."

"As you wish, Your Majesty Mother Medusa," said the representative of the Chimilian Wizarding Order. "Although the Etheric Sea has not yet responded, we can forcibly extract some information from it. However... if you could give us the prisoners in the jail, the speed at which we obtain the prophecy would be greatly accelerated."

"You require a blood sacrifice?" Mother Medusa stared intently at the sorcerer beneath the throne. This creature, with its pale, smooth skin, long snout, and massive occiput, was utterly repulsive, especially the unsettling thoughts gleaming in its malevolent eyes. "I can bypass the laws of the council and give you those prisoners; you can use their skin, muscles, bones, and souls as you please. But I demand the information I want, or you will bear the consequences."

"Of course, of course."

"This war isn't fought on just one level," Regent Victor von Doom said, pointing to rows of culture tanks. More than an hour had passed since their office meeting, and Diana Lister followed behind the Regent with a worried expression. She wasn't sure if it was appropriate for him to show the ambassador the research projects at the base. Victor von Doom, however, was unconcerned. He had just shown the ambassador vampires in cages, circuit boards corrupted and sprouting neurons, and utterly insane and distorted rural American cultists.

"As you can see, Mr. Ambassador. Ghosts, demons, mutated flesh, corrupted machinery… these are among the reasons the Emperor launched the Lunar War. It's not just because those mutants possess Terrigen warheads capable of altering the degree of genetic mutation in humans, but also partly because these beings have mastered the ability to utilize this technology. Those you see can be called those who opened Pandora's box; they cannot control this power." The Regent waved his hand. In the bright corridors of the research base, his heavy green cloak stood out conspicuously. "If you are willing to discuss this with the embassy's military attaché, I will arrange for a small team to deliver samples to your country's training grounds. You can try to damage them with various weapons. However, I can tell you the answer in advance, Mr. Ambassador: currently, there is no better solution than thermonuclear warheads."

“I must issue a warning.” The mage impatiently fiddled with the sealing collar of his spacesuit, trying to make his inner lining more comfortable. As one of the few from Kamar-Taj to have landed on the moon, the mage didn't seem particularly excited. After all, when he arrived here in an armored vehicle under the escort of the First Class Regiment, he had seen many traces of battle along the way. The marks left on human bodies by explosives, plasma, and thermoelectric weapons were extremely unsettling, and the deformed mutants were equally repulsive. “We detected changes in psionic energy levels from the core region of Attilan,” he said. “The mage Hamil sent a telepathic message; he suspects that the mutant sorcerers of Attilan are planning a large-scale ritual. This ritual has stirred up a massive wave in the Aether Sea. We cannot predict the effect of this ritual, but it is certain that it will not be anything good.”

"I know," the Emperor replied calmly, his eyes never leaving the screen displaying the battle information. He tapped a holographic projection, and the screen immediately showed everything the genetically modified soldier had observed through his helmet visor. It was darkness, with only the sounds of breathing and the footsteps of the mutant horde, and the display showed the Roman numeral nineteen followed by a string of numbers. "I am waiting," He said to Constantine. "Order the fire support forces to intensify the offensive, order the bomber squadrons to launch. I want the Attilan superstructure reduced to ruins, I want the King of Attilan to come to me."

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