Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1534, Chapter 1530: The Lunar War (Forty-Six)

"Do you know anything about Inhuman wizards?"

Gronov Rutov posed a question to the Emperor. They had only seen Him in videos and photographs before, and after their brief meeting, even the genetically modified soldiers were surprised by the behavior of their creator—the Emperor deliberately concealed His radiance so that the soldiers could clearly see His face. He shook hands with the soldiers and was intimately familiar with their training achievements and battlefield exploits. For a soldier, it was difficult not to follow such a leader, especially since the genetically modified soldiers knew they were created by the Emperor for unification and the continuation of humanity. They all embraced this grand vision and were eager to realize it through war—they communicated through the communication system within their powered armor, which completely blocked all sound. The only sounds in the long corridors, besides the dying gasps of the genetically engineered monsters, were the footsteps of the genetically modified soldiers, the Imperial Guard, and the Emperor on the steel-framed mesh floor. Even these footsteps were almost imperceptible under the control of the intruders.

"We all believe you must know something about the Inhumans, at least more than the intelligence on your desk," Gronov Rutov explained. "That's our opinion. We believe you didn't start this war without a reason. These mutants and mutant psykers certainly deserve to die, but the cost of starting this war needs to be considered."

"I'm glad you're thinking, Gronov Rutuff." The Emperor's gentle smile was hidden by his helmet. "Yes, mutants and mutant psionicists are not the primary problem. In fact, their sorcery rituals are not an immediate threat. Kamar-Taj can continue its blockade of Attiland until the Black Order arrives. The greatest threat from Attiland is not sorcery, but a space missile carrying mutated material… that material can awaken recessive genes in some humans on Earth, genetically modified by the Kree Empire, and completely pollute the Earth's ecosystem. If I don't start this war, then I will have to fight those awakened humans, and the price humanity will have to pay will be far heavier than it is now, and the resulting social problems will be far more severe."

"Choose the lesser of two evils." Gronov Rutov was not dissatisfied with the emperor's clever way of changing the subject; after all, he was only a captain, not a battle group commander or corps commander, and it was "a helpless move."

"If we don't kill these hundreds of thousands of mutants here, then we'll have to kill millions of people who could have been united under our banner," the Emperor said. "The Inhumans are a genetic atrocity perpetrated by the Kree Empire against the human race, but we can take administrative measures after the war to minimize the risks. Even if potential Inhumans exist, as long as their genes aren't activated and they receive treatment, they are still members of the human race."

"Very tolerant." Gronov Rutov raised his hand and fired a shot. The explosive bullet plunged straight into the darkness, leaving a blurry flash in the far distance. "What if they don't want to identify themselves as human?"

The emperor looked toward the end of the corridor and saw Gronov Rutov strike the enemy's head with an almost dazzling display of skill.

"Then I believe you wouldn't mind participating in another war. We want to build an equal, clean, efficient, and orderly society, and in the process, there will always be some trash that needs to be cleaned up. A thorough cleanup, Captain Gronov Rutov. If you've read the book 'Unified Truth' or the history books about the impact of the remaining vested interests in modern social changes on the future, you should understand that killing is for peace, cruelty is for fairness, and terrorism cannot be shelved, but it also cannot be abused at will."

"We don't mind, Your Majesty; war is our purpose," Captain Gronov Rutov said. "However, I think certain special operations might suit our Type 19. Is that why you created us?"

"Yes, Captain Gronov Rutov. Wealth, social status, and secular power construct an unequal society. Without external forces or self-purification to eliminate the vested interests, the ultimate loser will inevitably emerge. This situation occurs in any system; even those who once held ideals will believe they deserve privileges and wealth that others do not possess. Although I oppose liberalism, it is undeniable that without the guidance of correct thought, a human nature that cannot see the future and lacks security is ultimately selfish. The power created by the social system brings about management and registration, and even the noblest ideals will be corrupted and degenerated in the face of power. Nothing in this world can remain unchanged forever. However, fairness does exist within this; no one has privileges in the face of death. No matter how much one struggles, death will eventually come. In the future, I will need you to give some small assistance in this regard to certain people, even if that person was once a member of my newly established system. Gronov Rutov, I believe that only warriors cannot be corrupted."

The Gene Council is located on the bridge of Citadel Attilan, and the upper level of the hall is where the crew and captains of the Kree Empire once worked. Although there are portholes there that allow for naked-eye observation of the outside world, the outer armor has been sealed since Attilan was hidden behind the lunar craters. Crystal was quite puzzled by Black Bolt's decision to open the outer armor of the portholes, and Black Bolt naturally understood her reasons—opening these armored portholes would only allow a view of the rocks in the craters and the white sand of the moon, and the massive movements of the transformation mechanisms would certainly attract the enemy's attention, causing them to concentrate more on this area rather than the front lines, which would be very dangerous for the Attilan royal family—Black Bolt naturally understood this, but he still decided to do it.

"We must see the enemy with our own eyes." He gestured. "The enemy that invaded Attila is not all of them. They have many cannons and shuttles. Only by observing them with the naked eye can we know how well prepared they are."

"It's pointless," Crystal sighed. She didn't know how her sister usually communicated with Black Bolt; she only felt that the communication barrier was constantly delaying Black Bolt's understanding of others. "We just need to repel the invaders and then activate the sublight engine to escape the moon."

"The Inhumans originated from humans." Black Bolt didn't answer directly. He watched the soldiers and technicians bustling about on the bridge, trying to operate the control panels using their fading memories and data. The equipment was well-maintained, but the knowledge of its manufacture and maintenance was constantly being lost. Black Bolt even saw a technician secretly kick a controller before it started. "If we're attacked here, where can we go? Wander through space?"

“We can do this; it’s much better than total annihilation,” Crystal said with a worried expression. “Humans don’t welcome us. That race is too short-sighted, selfish, and xenophobic. They can’t understand our power. Although I don’t know how they detected Attilan, I’m sure that even if we defeat the invaders today, they will come back tomorrow. Even if one Inhuman can kill ten humans, we cannot achieve final victory. Our population is too small, brother.”

Black Bolt did not answer; his heart was filled with sorrow.

Several minutes passed before the control panel was ready. Soldiers and technicians pressed buttons according to the ancient manuals. Accompanied by a shockingly piercing shriek, the thick iron curtain outside the armored portholes slowly opened, its hoarse, rusty throat pulling at the air, revealing to Black Bolt the pitch-black lunar desert. In that night-like lunar wasteland, hundreds of tiny lights flickered, and each meteor falling from the distant sky struck the overburdened outer armor of Attilan Castle with pinpoint accuracy, causing everyone on the bridge to feel a slight tremor beneath their feet.

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