Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1569 The Lunar War (Chapter 81)

Jia Ying nodded, indicating that she roughly understood why the emperor needed her.

Her life story is somewhat legendary for ordinary people. At the time, she didn't know what the "Otherworldly Race" was, only that there were strange legends about extraordinary people and events in the countryside. Having never met her parents, she could only learn about them from the village elders. From those scattered fragments of words, she learned that her parents were famous for their extraordinary deeds and events in the surrounding area before they left their hometown, and that her parents often appeared in those stories.

Her father ran a clinic to treat the poor. He was not only learned and charitable, but also taught children who couldn't afford education in his spare time. Her mother came from a family of martial artists; she was skilled with a long sword, agile, and swift, and often helped the poor oppressed by landlords. When war broke out, her parents unhesitatingly joined the resistance. However, because Jia Ying was too young to go with them, they had to leave her behind. The villagers, because of the couple's good reputation in the village, were willing to take care of her. Everyone assumed the couple would return in a few years, but as time passed, even those from her hometown who had joined the army never heard of them again.

After living alone, Jia Ying inherited the books and property that her father had failed to take with him.

She gradually lost hope of her parents' return. At first, she resented them for abandoning her to fight for others, but later she felt at peace with it, because they hadn't been a part of her life. Everyone thought they were dead, even Jia Ying believed so, until one late night, Jia Ying, then in her twenties, returned home after a day's work and saw two people in the old house that had been passed down for generations—even though her memories of the past were quite hazy, she still recognized the two people, soaked to the bone and pale-faced, as her parents. However, they were dressed in old-fashioned clothes stained with black blood, radiating a cold aura. They stared at her with lifeless eyes, a gaze that extinguished Jia Ying's joy and filled her with immense fear.

"I didn't tell anyone they were here."

Even now, when this matter is mentioned, Jia Ying's eyes are still filled with pain. It's a regret for the past.

"I knew they were dead, but I didn't know how far my father had driven his and my mother's bodies back to their hometown, nor did I know how they died or how much preparation he had made to prevent me from seeing their wounds. I was terrified. Even after my father told me about the afterlife and the secrets of the Inhumans, it took me a long time to slowly accept it and find the letters and secret books he left for me in the library according to his guidance..."

Jia Ying wiped away her tears. At this moment, she and the emperor had arrived at a majestic mountain range. They stood on the summit, with snow-capped peaks stretching out from their feet to the mountainside. The ever-expanding landscape did not frighten her; instead, the expansive and relatable scenery opened her heart.

"You know what happened next. I came across some secrets and began to understand why my parents fought. I started to admire people like my parents, and I also discovered that I wouldn't age... He gave up a comfortable life in America to help us, dedicating his life to poor people he didn't even know. He was a lot like my father. If nothing unexpected happens, I will live a peaceful life as a farm woman in the countryside untouched by the war, until he discovers that I won't age, and I will watch my husband and daughter grow old instead of pursuing some legendary afterlife."

Jia Ying said a lot.

She turned to look at the emperor.

"Are you even listening? Or is my past just a spice in your long life?"

"Your parents died fighting against the Inhumans who aided the invaders. Kamar-Taj has also punished psykers who instigated massacres in the past," the dark-haired man said with a smile. He found Jia Ying's tongue quite sharp; her simple-minded daughter wasn't as clever as her mother. Even though they were equally beautiful, there was a significant difference in their intelligence. "The Kamar-Taj Library has records of the battles between the Inhumans during that period. A Kamar-Taj sorcerer once fought alongside the Inhumans. After I learned your parents' names, I had people search the library archives and travelogues, and found information related to your parents."

Jia Ying hesitated for a moment, "May I take a look?"

"After the Battle of Attilan, whatever choice you make, I will let you see that file."

The emperor bent down and picked up a handful of soft snowflakes with his fingers. Jia Ying had learned not to be curious about the emperor's intentions, but she really couldn't guess why they were here at this moment. In her eyes, it was just a snow-covered mountain with a huge black rock on its side, nothing more.

"A large number of intelligent species exist in the Milky Way, but many have become extinct before they could rise to power. However, quite a few species have formed interstellar empires. One intelligent race, with little historical record, used its technology to build a faster-than-light interstellar transportation system. When the Asgardians rose to power and discovered this system, that once incredibly powerful intelligent race, whose footprints covered the entire Milky Way and even beyond, had already perished. The Asgardians inherited this faster-than-light interstellar transportation system and achieved faster-than-light travel. There are interfaces to this faster-than-light interstellar transportation system on Earth, and our location is one of them. In 2012, Loki also arrived on Earth through one of these inconspicuous branches, triggering the Battle of New York."

"so what?"

"I want to utilize this system, but our current technological level is insufficient. Even if we could, the scale of that branch wouldn't satisfy me, nor meet my future plans." The Emperor looked down into Jia Ying's eyes, a gaze that brought her peace and reassurance. She hadn't forgotten the Emperor's description of dreams—a world that was subjective and idealistic. If she didn't want to act this way, as the controller of dreams, she could do anything. Yet, before the Emperor, she felt like a guest in the dream world. "Besides me, you are the second person in the world to know this. The other is my friend. Although he isn't immortal, Kamar-Taj is rife with psionic technologies that can extend lifespan."

Why are you telling me all this?

"If you choose to live, it is because you have accepted my ideals. If you choose eternal peace, then your soul will not reveal any secrets. This conversation takes place both in your dream and in the ether; my power protects your dream, and no secrets will be revealed," the Emperor said. Jia Ying watched in horror as pure golden flames began to envelop the Emperor's palm. The thin flames spread across his entire body in the blink of an eye and then outwards. She tried to dodge but failed. The expected burning did not occur; instead, there was a warm feeling that compensated for the cold air she felt on this snow-capped peak. "Before this, you must understand why I chose this faster-than-light interstellar transportation system. You must be mentally prepared. You must remember that I will always protect you from harm, but I cannot protect your mental health from being affected. I hope the beautiful scenery you see now can alleviate your tension, because we are about to face hell."

The priestess's intoxicating screams and moans blended perfectly into the harmony, bearing the most difficult high notes, beyond the capacity of the human vocal cords. But Maximus was completely oblivious to this; he was panting, deeply immersed in the physical pleasure. Nothing around him, not even the viscous and stench of blood, could attract his attention at this moment. Only the excited nerve signals surging up his spine and the adrenaline bursting in his blood vessels could draw his attention.

The Centaur clan psionicist shook his head in agony, as if something was trying to crawl out of his brain.

The captain of the Royal Guard watched the psionicist warily. However, due to the previous teleportation attack, the Centaurus Clan matriarch had already been taken to the Genetic Council by Black Bolt. Even if the captain wanted to execute this destabilizing factor, he had to restrain himself. Black Bolt had explicitly forbidden him from taking action against the Centaurus Clan psionicist—the captain couldn't understand why Black Bolt would use this unstable psionicist knowing the potential danger. Given the knowledge of most of the enemy's positions, shouldn't this unstable psionicist be dealt with as soon as possible? But Black Bolt declared that even if it were to be killed, the decision must be made by the ruler of the Centaurus Clan court, namely the Centaurus Clan matriarch. The captain could only stand aside, watching the psionicist, surrounded by medical personnel, convulse and sputter incoherently, no matter how many sedatives the medical staff injected.

One moment the psionicist was predicting the enemy's location, the next it was cursing loudly, then in the blink of an eye it was reciting ancient legends unknown to anyone, its tongue and teeth clashing as it loudly praised a name. From these fragments of speech, it was clear that something was about to arrive in Attilan, but when the captain of the royal guard inquired, the Centaurus clan psionicist began to roar—saliva spilled from its lips, its bloodshot eyes stared at the ceiling and chandelier, its pupils contracting frequently, as if its mind had been scrambled and it had completely lost the ability to think—this phenomenon was not an isolated case; royal psionicists were constantly being sent to the adjacent medical department, whose only solution was to administer sedatives, with different dosages and types of drugs depending on the race, to avoid medical accidents. The captain of the royal guard had questioned each psionicist before administering the sedative, but their answers were no different from those of the Centaurus clan psionicist.

Even the most foolish person would realize that something bad is happening.

"Your Majesty," the captain of the royal guard said, opening the communication channel. His throat felt as dry as a roller used to rub metal parts. "I think you should know about this."

"This...is so beautiful," Jia Ying couldn't help but exclaim.

She saw deep purple energy waves surging in the boundless space, swirling clouds of all sizes constantly combining, dispersing, and disappearing without a trace. This was her first time wandering in the dimension of spiritual energy, and also the first time she knew of its existence. She could see, hear, smell, and touch this world, even if it was just energy swirling around her fingertips, even if it was just a fleeting fragment in the etheric waves. She was deeply captivated by it, as if this world possessed the power to satisfy all her desires, understand her thoughts, and fill all the emptiness in her heart—in a daze, she saw herself indulging in carnal desires, saw herself wielding infinite power, able to do whatever she pleased. She saw herself walking towards the end of time, contemplating the mysteries of immortality—every thought of hers seemed to be realized here. She didn't need to think about anything; she only needed to indulge in her emotions. Therefore, when a star suspended in the etheric sea shone its light upon her, she felt annoyed, because she discovered that the beautiful things she longed for and the ultimate emotional experiences were slipping from her mind, becoming blurred, and finally disappearing.

"Don't come near me!"

Without hesitation, the emperor drew his holy sword.

This time, Jia Ying felt the burning pain, and terror brought her back to her senses. She suddenly realized that the beautiful scene before her had vanished, replaced by several deformed hands gripping her face. This creature barely resembled human limbs, but its body was like a rag doll pieced together. She saw several small humanoid upper bodies growing from the waist of one of the creatures, their tiny hands caressing her skin. Perhaps it was a mouth that emitted a piercing cacophony of laughter, while several wildly growing, asymmetrical claws gripped her arms tightly.

The creature was completely reduced to ashes in the Emperor's psychic flames, but Jia Ying still felt a wave of nausea. She saw that the seemingly beautiful ethereal wave in the distance was actually composed of chaotic and malevolent creatures. Their rapidly flashing, irregularly sized bodies and the constant whispers emanating from the ethereal energy made her feel physically nauseous and dizzy. She wanted to close her eyes and rub them hard, but the image was already deeply etched into her memory, never to be erased. Fragments of the thoughts and ideas of billions of beings in the galaxy surged towards her without restraint, almost crushing her pitiful sanity. She was nearly swept away by the wave. She discovered that she did not have arms or eyes; she was merely a void avatar floating in the ethereal energy, a wisp of wind that could shatter at any moment, possibly dissolving into this world.

"Stay calm." She felt a hand envelop her. A grand, magnificent emotion dispelled the gloom, warmth melted away the madness, and light chased away the darkness. Jia Ying gradually calmed down; she began to feel her own hand. "I will protect you, Jia Ying. Open your eyes, imagine yourself, and the world will reflect your thoughts."

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