Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1512, Chapter 1508: The Lunar War (Twenty-Four)

The Gene Council is the most luxurious place in all of Attilan. White rock from a Kree colony planet was transported to Attilan as spoils of war and used to carve colossal statues of the first Gene Council and the King of Attilan. These colossal statues stand in five different directions in the council hall, each leader's face sculpted with unparalleled nobility. Black Bolt's bloodline can be traced back to the colossal statue tens of meters high behind him. That most powerful King of Attilan united all the clans to establish Attilan, ensuring the continuation of the Inhumans. Before entering the Gene Council hall, each clan must go to the lounge to prepare; it can serve as both a lounge and a meeting room, and there is no way to eavesdrop on any sounds coming from that circular room. "I thought you were going to lead the clan alliance to attack the enemy?" Medusa paced impatiently around the room. "Do you realize how much political pressure this decision will put on the clan?"

"We must ensure the safety of the Chimilian clan," Black Bolt responded calmly with a gesture. "Onomi told me that we cannot trust the Wizarding Order. The Wizarding Order always has its own ideas, and their interests are not aligned with those of the Inhumans. This is a common characteristic of all wizards."

"Crystal is a psyker! I am a psyker too!" Medusa said viciously. "Are you going to be wary of her, or me, Blackcard?"

This time, Black Bolt didn't use hand gestures, and Medusa didn't pretend to translate sign language. No one knew they could communicate telepathically; after all, Medusa's powerful psychic abilities had always been a royal secret, including those of her sister Crystal. To outsiders, Crystal only appeared to possess the ability to manipulate energy, but in reality, she was an Inhuman with extremely strong psychic abilities, more powerful than most of the visible psychics in Attilan. This was Attilan's biggest secret—in fact, almost all the information known to the outside world about Medusa and her sister Crystal had been disguised to cover up a series of political scandals and Medusa's childhood amnesia. Medusa wasn't born a commoner; to some extent, she was related to the current King of Attilan by blood. She had always been groomed to be Queen of Attilan until a certain political event forced her to live among the commoners for a period, only returning to the royal family to become the queen candidate again after the event ended.

"I would never do that."

Blackcard Bertholdt, also known as Black Bolt, opened his mind, allowing Medusa to directly understand his thoughts. Only during telepathic communication could she hear her husband's voice, a practice that only occurred when the two of them were present. "I trust you, I trust the Crystal, but I cannot trust the Chimerican sorcerers. Onomi told me that those sorcerers have always been fascinated by Kree magic and have been constantly creating alarming incidents, but the Chimerican royal family has never had the opportunity to confiscate that dangerous knowledge. All witnesses and evidence mysteriously disappear, and every incident is left unresolved."

Medusa could hear her husband's worry, and that worry soon infected her as well.

Emotions are like viruses; they are easily contagious.

"Onomi suspects that key officials of the Chimilian clan have been manipulated by the wizarding order, because she herself has had a similar experience. If we are to focus on dealing with the enemy, then we must first deal with the Chimilian clan's wizarding order, which may cause trouble or even disaster." Blackcard Bert's tone had just turned euphoric, as if doing so would reassure his wife. "It won't take much time, if the wizarding order has no ulterior motives. Even if it does, the wizarding order is no match for me."

"That's witchcraft, and we know very little about it!" This time, it was Medusa who was skeptical of witchcraft. "We've never known what witchcraft can do, but it certainly isn't as harmless as the power of the crystals!"

"I'll bring Tetanus (the name of the Hound)," Black Bolt reassured Medusa, not wanting his wife to worry. The woman saw unparalleled passion in his eyes and couldn't resist kissing him. Blackcard Burt smiled and stroked Medusa's shoulder. "I believe its power can help us escape danger, if those wizards are still alive after I make my sound."

"Do not feel ashamed of your abilities, Blackcard," Medusa replied with a serious tone. "You have done nothing to wrong the Attilans. You are the King of Attilan, and everything you have done is for the Inhumans. You know it, and they know it, so there is no need to feel sorry. Do not worry about Crystal. Although our little sister has always been restless, I will keep a close eye on her. Go and fight with confidence, my love."

"Tetanus is a good dog, though it can't get through the Chimerian Clan's shields either. We'll have to go in another way; the Chimerian Clan warriors in my clan alliance have already figured it out," Black Bolt thought smugly. "Tetanus isn't as clever as its sister."

Medusa rolled her eyes. "You'll break its heart."

Derrick first held a brief meeting with another tactical team.

The squad's route came from the Chimilian clan's settlement. They needed to traverse a main road, residential areas, and a section of railway track half-buried in bricks and rubble. "No living people," the squad leader shook his head, speaking in the deep voice characteristic of all the genetically modified warriors present. "All Chimilian-type mutants, except the dead, have gone to that building. Even newborns and the elderly are absent. It's safe to say the witchcraft influence is indeed present."

"Whatever these mutants want to do, we need to destroy them," Gronov Rutov ordered. The situation was dire; such bizarre occurrences typically happened in areas affected by witchcraft. Abnormal natural phenomena, untraceable sounds, sudden hallucinations, unprecedented large-scale infectious diseases—these were bound to happen to this settlement sooner or later. "Maintain radio silence until the mission to destroy the shield is complete. We'll buy you time. Protect the teleportation beacon; if it's lost, we won't be able to evacuate in time when the bombing begins."

The squad leader nodded, tapping his chest with his fist encased in armor. All the genetically modified soldiers performed the same salute. This was a salute taught to genetically modified soldiers in secret training camps, used to express many layers of meaning, including determination and oath. "We will complete the mission, at all costs," the squad leader said. He was once an American, belonging to a professional underwater demolition unit of Congress. After being captured, he was selected for the Type 19 modification program due to his talent, carrying out all missions with a passion that Derrick could not understand at all, and a natural resistance to witchcraft—later Derrick understood that the mental pressure faced during long-duration deep-sea demolition operations could directly destroy the mind of any ordinary person who had not undergone professional training. It was probably one of the most dangerous and loneliest professions in the world. In the extremely low visibility of the deep sea, apart from a faint beam of light, an oxygen gauge, a depth gauge, and the bubbles exhaled by breathing, there was almost nothing else—the Guardians could not understand, because during their long-duration deep-sea demolition training, their minds had already surpassed those of ordinary people, making them unable to comprehend the indescribable fear of the deep sea.

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