Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1536 The Lunar War (Forty-Eight)

The current pace of advance is anything but slow. Ferocious beasts and terrifying claws surge forward like a tide, only to be sliced ​​to pieces by air-splitting bombs and blades. The tactical squads, who should be under immense pressure, seem to have nothing to do. Thanks to the Emperor and the Imperial Guard's involvement, even in the midst of battle, Gronov Rutov still has the energy to think about things outside of combat—the Emperor strongly supports his warriors in contemplating their shared ideals. "The Truth of Unity" discusses the necessity of human racial unity from a historical perspective; that book also serves as a textbook for the genetically modified warriors. However, their reading scope is far from narrow—the methodology of dialectical materialism can be applied to other books. Gronov Rutov has read many books during training breaks and has his own opinions on them.

"Many literary figures have expressed their opposition to your 'United Truth,' Your Majesty," Captain Gronov Rutov said as he changed magazines. "I believe the biggest reason for this is your interference with university literature courses. They feel that you are interfering with their literary freedom and publishing control policies."

"Scholars, they're all about kneeling and waving their fists at the same time," the Emperor said casually, even somewhat gleefully. "In their eyes, true freedom belongs only to themselves. They can sip chilled champagne while discussing meaningless philosophical topics, express sympathy through spotless shop windows for the workers heading home after a hard day's work, but their backsides won't budge from their soft sofas. Now I've overturned their sofas, left their backsides chilly on the floor, and those piles of papers covered in pedantic writing haven't warmed them up either. Even the waiters who served them champagne have gone off to pursue opportunities they've never even had before."

The emperor paused, seemingly wanting the genetically modified warriors to understand his thoughts.

"That's the most fatal thing, Captain Gronov Rutov. I've dismantled wealth, social status, and, more importantly—the sanctity of literature—so those writers keep complaining about it. They don't like it when workers don't build them new sofas, or when waiters have to learn the cultural lessons they treasure, lessons that should be passed down through generations. Even though they talk about equality and freedom all the time, they don't like anyone being as equal and free as they are. The fact that they can still write books to criticize it means they're still sitting on marble floors, not mud, and no wonder they're getting chills."

Hammurabi glanced at Captain Gronov Rutov, wondering why he would ask such a question.

The crude metaphors about sofas and buttocks elicited chilling laughter from the genetically modified warriors.

Normally, a national leader would use official language to encourage military personnel during a meeting, especially since the Emperor himself was one of the creators of these genetically modified soldiers; strictly speaking, they were all products of the Emperor's technology, and a few polite words would suffice. Yet, He made crude but witty jokes without any restraint, completely devoid of bureaucratic or leadership airs, yet without appearing too approachable to the point of losing his authority. He didn't make people think that his gleaming power armor, the mysterious holy sword at his waist, and the aura emanating from his body were merely for show—in fact, once they left this place, the genetically modified soldiers' memories of the Emperor would become hazy. They wouldn't remember every detail of their conversations with the Emperor, only the general outline. Delving into the details would be difficult for their brains to process—if they ignored the splattered blood, the continuous explosions, the roars of the experimental monsters, and the stench as thick as a sewer, the battle was practically no different from an outdoor picnic.

The light emanating from the Emperor illuminated the previously pitch-black passageway, instantly revealing and killing any enemy attempting to ambush from the shadows. Captain Gronov Rutov began to suspect they had stumbled into an enemy trap; otherwise, the ease of the battle was inexplicable. It wasn't until they saw hundreds of cultivation pods arranged side-by-side in a spacious room that Captain Gronov Rutov felt relieved. This indicated it wasn't a trap, but rather the enemy's struggle.

They saw a Chimilian clan wizard frantically releasing the creatures that had been inside the incubation chambers; the further back they looked, the more grotesque the creatures became. They quickly dealt with the monsters in the lab and the Chimilian clan wizard who was trying to release them. The wizard had initially tried to use some magic to resist or escape, but he was clearly an academic wizard—when several tall, armored, genetically modified warriors rushed towards them at high speed, he forgot even how to chant the incantations. The mutant wizard's name was obviously not worth remembering; instead, the incubation chambers in the lab attracted more attention, and even the Emperor slowed down to examine the equipment.

Captain Gronov Rutov noticed that the Emperor's refined conversation and lively humor vanished completely upon seeing the contents of the incubation chambers. His usual solemn and serious demeanor, often seen on television, reverted to being unapproachable. Guardian Hammurabi aptly addressed the genetically modified warriors' doubts. "Those things are all human, Captain Gronov Rutov," Hammurabi said, holding a palm-sized genetic testing device. He had been collecting samples from the beginning, analyzing the monsters' blood samples. However, his words instantly wiped the smiles from behind the masks of all the genetically modified warriors. "Including the monsters we encountered before, they were all human," he said. "Psionic mutations and hybridization—these mutants are modifying human genes. This is a desecration of the human race."

Hammurabi glanced at the Emperor. The Emperor nodded slightly before showing Captain Gronov Rutov and his squad a translated document. "There is evidence that the Attilan Inhumans sometimes sneak into Earth to capture humans. Every clan's research institute does this in secret, and the King of Attilan may well be aware of it."

Captain Gronov Rutov showed no surprise, not even a change in emotion. He said in a cold voice, "This is just another reason to kill them." Before he could express his disgust for the Attilan Inhuman wizards' experiments in any other way, everyone present, including the Emperor, heard a message through their helmet's communication system: "Tactical support team, engage, Your Majesty." Captain Gronov Rutov repeated it again; after all, he was the commander of this battle, and he had the authority to view the vital status of all team members. The Imperial Guard and the Emperor, due to their higher authority, needed to find the corresponding team rosters within the long chain of command to view relevant information. Therefore, even with higher authority, their battlefield reaction speed was at least five seconds slower than Captain Gronov Rutov's.

This is why the emperor insisted on shortening the chain of command; he trusted the judgment of the frontline commanders.

"The enemy numbers exceed one hundred, Your Majesty," Captain Gronov Rutov reported. "The front lines have observed the return of the Chimilian clan as reinforcements; this force is likely just an advance party. Tactical support teams can only eliminate these enemies; they cannot handle any more."

"I will have rally point A accelerate its offensive to prevent the Chimerian clan from having the opportunity to redeploy their forces."

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