Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1580 The Lunar War (Ninety-Two)

As incendiary bombs were launched into the Chimilian clan settlements, one-fifth of the Inhuman cities officially fell. As part of the psychological warfare, this news was immediately broadcast to the survivors in other Inhuman settlements via reconnaissance drones equipped with radios. Holographic projections showed cities engulfed in flames, an image enough to make many Inhuman survivors give up resistance. However, Commander Malcolm did not focus all his attention on the propaganda offensive of the psychological warfare. After all, years of war experience on Earth had shown that short-term propaganda campaigns on land without cultural identity were absolutely ineffective. He was more concerned about the destabilizing factor in the war: Maximus, whose connection to the interdimensional portal had been confirmed.

"Possession?"

"Yes, that extradimensional spiritual entity has very likely bound itself to Maximus's body, manipulating his thoughts and actions." This time, the Emperor no longer used Amon as His messenger. Even though the temporary study group of the Royal Guard, to which Amon belonged, had studied the characteristics of "possession," the Royal Guard had not learned enough. "We call the reflection of the consciousness and intellect of intelligent beings in the Aetheric Sea the soul, but this expression is not very accurate. The so-called soul is much more complex and profound. However, this does not affect our understanding of Maximus's current situation. His body in the material universe will change because of the extradimensional spiritual entity possessing him, breaking the law of conservation of matter. Judging from the psychic signals alone, the psychic signals he exhibits are no stronger than those of the extradimensional spiritual entities we have seen."

"But he's dangerous, isn't he?" Corporal Malcolm said. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have asked me to keep a rapid reaction force ready."

"Whenever necessary, his extradimensional spiritual entity can unleash immense power at any time." The Emperor gazed at the markings and maps on the holographic projection command table. This command system clearly displayed the location, route, and physical condition of every squad and even every soldier—a culmination of information-based military capabilities. If necessary, the commander could also know the amount of ammunition carried by each soldier, thus coordinating logistics. "That monster sensed fear. I attacked it in the Aether Sea. Even though that attack in the past hasn't taken effect in the future, it still intuitively felt fear; otherwise, it wouldn't have used such a limited method to enter the material universe, attempting to evade a potentially fatal blow."

The Emperor's narrative was based on a vague timeline, but this wasn't difficult to understand. After all, the Aetheric Sea was a place where causality was chaotic, and even time could be distorted under the influence of gravity, let alone another pure, gravity-free energy dimension. The Emperor told Malcolm that He had already predetermined the death of that extradimensional being—Malcolm understood this to mean that the Emperor had already killed the monster in another dimension, but due to the chaotic timeline, they had to personally bring about the death; however, to the Royal Guard, the Emperor meant that He had erased all possibilities from the timeline, leaving only the extradimensional spiritual entity, nominally destined to witness the heat death of the universe, to face its demise—but regardless, they had to act in the material universe, otherwise even their destiny would be altered.

"Can we kill it?"

"Nothing in this world is unkillable. Even extradimensional spiritual entities that have never possessed life can be banished back to the Aether Sea for a thousand years by ordinary people. Those with the relevant knowledge and abilities can also completely destroy them, though this is relatively rare." The Emperor looked at Commander Malcolm. Many people had described the Emperor's appearance differently, but Malcolm was certain that the man with the resolute face and wise eyes he saw was indeed the Emperor. Those thin lips often uttered comforting words that defeated any political opponent who tried to argue. He had always believed that the Emperor was a natural orator and politician. "Continue searching for Maximus's trail. At the same time, establish a restricted area within a hundred meters of Black Bolt Blackcard Burt. All soldiers within this area, whether mortal or genetically modified, must evacuate. Even if encountered, do not initiate an attack unless the other side attacks first."

The Emperor's request had already been fulfilled by Commander Malcolm.

"I think we may not be able to stand by and watch Blackcard Burt's fight with Maximus go on; we must ensure final victory, and even intervene militarily if necessary."

Commander Malcolm glanced at the spear hanging to the side.

Judging solely from its forging technology, this spear was likely taken from the armory of the Royal Guard. The forging process and powerful disintegrating force field of the spearhead could easily penetrate tank armor and even the hull. During the Yugoslav Wars, he had famously thrown the spear and pinned the engine of an enemy tank two hundred meters away to the ground. Perhaps having spent too much time in command post, Commander Malcolm, a humanoid war machine, was also trying to earn more honors. After all, he was a genetically modified warrior and could easily lead a squad on his own. "Commander Aparisha is currently on a mission to seize the genetic biology laboratory," Malcolm said. "Once he escorts the technicians from the Immortal City back to the rear, he and the First Company will join my mission."

With Blackbolt Bertgone's guidance, Aparishia led the First Company across the commoner clan settlements at top speed and along the shortest route. This largest Inhuman city was situated at the highest point of Starcage's deck. Although the walls and gates that had divided the compartments had been removed, the elevation difference between this city and other Inhuman clan settlements clearly demonstrated the immense advantage the original Attilan royal family had gained during the Civil War, enabling them to possess such abundant resources and technology.

Aparisha stood beside the open crew compartment door of the tracked armored personnel carrier, bomb cannons overhead relentlessly spraying ammunition, while the vehicle-mounted laser cannons tirelessly fired particle jets, destroying any extradimensional spiritual entities attempting to approach. Faced with the First Company's mechanized equipment, even large groups of extradimensional spiritual entities could not breach the defenses. However, the First Company's armored personnel carrier convoy encountered numerous problems on this road. Although they didn't suffer from various serious mechanical failures, the city, already ravaged by war, had virtually no intact roads. Sometimes, it was necessary to prioritize armored vehicles equipped with molten metal cannons over those fitted with assault shovels at the front.

This will undoubtedly slow down the march, and losing speed means facing more attacks.

"Area G-7-9, coordinates marked, requesting artillery support."

"HQ-3 received."

The communication in the chain of command ended, followed by a whooshing sound that grew louder as two explosions rang out, almost touching. A massive plume of smoke flew over the convoy and slowly descended, before being forced into the crew compartment by the shockwave. Aparisha frowned in displeasure, his cold eyes peering out through the electronic eyes of his helmet. He had some skepticism about the skills of those ordinary soldiers, but he had no choice but to endure the ever-decreasing visibility.

"Area G-7-10, coordinates marked, requesting artillery support."

"HQ-3 received."

Aparisha had to admit that these soldiers, trained by the Praetorian Guard, were highly skilled; the predicted impact points he saw on the data panel were almost identical to the actual impact points.

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