Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1612, Chapter 1608: The Lunar War (124)

This was the most powerful enemy the knights had ever encountered.

Titan-like size, weapons and armor like super-heavy tanks, every drop of blood splattered from skin pierced by explosive shells evaporated into the filthy air, and the wounds healed in the blink of an eye, as if the injuries had never occurred. The two knights who tried to deflect the demon's greatsword collapsed to the ground, paralyzed. The excruciating pain did not render them incapable of fighting; the two warriors lay sprawled on the ground, their armor stained with old blood, firing shell after shell at the enemy. As the demon raised its foot to stomp them, the other knights blocking the swarming aetheric aliens immediately turned their guns and opened fire.

Although they gained less than two seconds, Aparishia and Constantine rushed forward again.

They crashed into each other like a high-speed train. The collision of the sturdy shoulder armor, shield, and supernatural flesh produced a metallic clanging sound. Aparisha heard the teeth-grinding sound of her arm bones colliding with the power armor exoskeleton frame, and the metallic twisting sound. Her entire arm was numb from the shock, and the area under the armor was wet, sticky, and somewhat hot, as if something had pierced into her arm muscles.

Combat drugs and painkillers were immediately injected into his veins. The pain raged Aparisha, who swung his battle axe with his aching arm. The crackling disintegrating force field burned through the hellmetal-forged armor, carving a gash into the beast's shinbone. Filthy blood and bone marrow splattered out, hissing like strong acid on his armor. Terrified faces appeared on the black hellmetal armor, emitting silent screams too faint for the naked ear to hear.

The tactical spy scope, composed of a hardened circuit crystal, a multi-functional environmental image capture and processing camera, and a holographic projection lens, is a crucial means for genetically modified warriors to observe their external environment after donning their helmets. However, at this moment, the outermost gemstone lens is stained with volatile, foul blood, preventing Aparisha from seeing anything through it. He ran his fingers across the lens, enveloping everything in his line of sight in a red and black light. Unseen ghosts were tearing at his throat and visor, trying to find fresh flesh beneath the armor.

Aparishia fought entirely on instinct until a violent clang of metal rang out, causing him to stumble back a few steps and pry open the seal on his helmet's neck guard with his blood-stained fingers. The metallic clang came from Constantine, who had deflected the behemoth's greatsword aimed at Aparishia with his spear. But even the Royal Guard could not withstand such a terrible attack; the greatsword whizzed past him, leaving a deep trench in the steel deck and concrete floor, gushing forth molten red iron.

Several other knights had to send two to join the battle alongside the Royal Guard, but Hannibal and the rest of the Royal Guard remained in their positions, allowing the two knights to join the Royal Guard's encirclement. These knights lacked the coordination and precision of the Royal Guard. Surrounded by the Royal Guard, the behemoth's movement was restricted. Each Royal Guard member wielded their sentry sword and garrison spear to their fullest extent, moving according to patterns incomprehensible to others. This prevented the behemoth from fully engaging any one of them, allowing them to dodge every attack with ease.

This raises questions about whether the Imperial Guard has undergone specialized training in dealing with massive targets.

The knights rushed towards their two fallen comrades, grabbing the cooling vents on their power armor backpacks and pulling the wounded backward while firing at the behemoth. Every shell they fired landed precisely in the behemoth's eyes. Meanwhile, the heavy weapons crew of the Honor Guard freed their hands, unleashing a deluge of explosives and molten metal on the behemoth's head and knees. These weapons were highly effective. The behemoth's skin was pierced and charred; the pain caused it to contort its movements, extending its arms to block the attacks instead of targeting the knights or the Royal Guard. It flapped its bat wings, exposing the wing bones and membranes burned through by the plasma bursts, and a malevolent wind of sorcery blew through its supernatural organic membrane. With a powerful leap, it soared into the sky, its wounded, skeletal body hurtling towards the knights unleashing their fury, instead of the Royal Guard who had remained hidden in its blind spots.

It swung its claws fiercely, slapping aside an ethereal entity blocking its gliding path. The nearest knight fired an empty magazine at its head, but was still impaled by its claws. The Royal Guard immediately followed, maintaining the relative positions of the enemy and the Royal Guard, while also ensuring the enemy remained in this position, further away from the Regent. With a burst of intense white light from the explosion of a plasma cluster, the behemoth's claws vanished completely, leaving behind a charred and damaged energy backpack and the remains of a body encased in armor.

The demon, which should have attacked immediately before the Royal Guard arrived, was dealt another heavy blow. The knight's upper body, from the shoulders down, was completely melted through by the plasma burst. Before losing consciousness, the knight firmly grasped the behemoth's claws and commanded the server to lock down. He released the safety of the plasma grenade, pressing it firmly against the behemoth's claws to detonate it. This detail was discovered by the Royal Guard during their post-battle debriefing from the knight's data storage chip. But even without checking the data storage chip, all the warriors present understood what had happened. The slightly darkly humorous curses still echoing in the air indicate that the knight understood what kind of opportunity he was trading his life for.

Constantine seized the opportunity.

As the behemoth, its back to him, knelt on the ground, he immediately swung his spear and leaped up like a long jumper. The sharp blade of the spear, far exceeding the length of an ordinary garrison spear, pierced deeply between the behemoth's shoulder blades. Before the behemoth could react, he drew his Oath Sword and plunged it into the behemoth's cervical vertebrae, firmly pinning himself to its body.

These events happened in just three seconds, enough for Aparishya to take off her helmet.

At that moment, Aparisha, who was closest to the behemoth, removed his tattered helmet. He took half a second to inhale the air thick with cigarette ash, blood, and pain, then raised his battle axe to strike the behemoth's wrist, which was gripping its greatsword. The other guards arrived beside the behemoth, plunging their garrison spears deep into the behemoth's weak joints, severing the blood vessels, muscles, and bones sustained by ethereal energy, completely restricting any way it could break free from its kneeling position and exert force.

"This is for Kay, this is for Frossis, you wretched creature." Aparisha dropped his sparkling shield, using his battle axe as a climbing axe to leap onto the giant beast's shoulder, more than three meters above the ground. Every part of his body screamed in pain; the sticky, viscous blood beneath his armor clung to his skin, making it adhere to the armor's flexible lining. He gripped the beast's thick antlers tightly with one hand and swung his axe horizontally. The blade embedded itself in the beast's forehead. He spat into the beast's eye, the humiliation and pain driving the beast to tremble with rage. The beast immediately tried to rise, shaking its head to swallow Aparisha whole, but only a fragmentation grenade responded.

"This is a personal matter now, you son of a bitch."

"Increase the attack frequency!" Constantine shouted, "It's healing rapidly!"

"Let me rip its throat off, and maybe its head too!"

"Aparisha, it doesn't need to breathe."

"The commander of the Royal Guard alerted us over the comms," Aparisha said. Aparisha could hear his rapid breathing in the communicator. Blood flowed from the behemoth's neck, and he could see Constantine swinging his spear in a whirlwind of motion, the clanging of metal echoing at an incredibly high frequency. Aparisha stepped on the behemoth's head, pulled out his battle axe, and brought it down again with tremendous force. The blade pierced the behemoth's eye sockets, the relatively soft eyeballs gushing out a large amount of gelatinous substance. The behemoth's jaws, resembling a hyena's snout, opened wide, its roar deafening, its scaly tongue slick with blood.

The First Army Commander, however, was unmoved; his rage dispelled the pervasive, feather-like sensation in the air. "Sever its neck!" Aparishia declared. "It must pay for my brother's death!"

One of the bat wing bones on the behemoth's spine had been severed, yet it still summoned a magical wind, which propelled it back into the sky. Aparishia and Constantine both fell to the ground, the commander of the Royal Guard clutching a black wing bone and bat wing. The heavy weaponsmen in the guard immediately aimed at the behemoth floating in the sky, but at that moment, an invisible force surged forth from the portal and struck it, making it display unprecedented agility, and the wounds that exposed its white bones instantly healed.

As if receiving some kind of command, the aetheric alien glared fiercely at the guards and knights before turning and lunging at Regent Victor von Doom. Aparishia angrily pulled the trigger, and a ball of white-hot plasma instantly caught up with the behemoth's retreating form. However, the plasma ball slid harmlessly across the behemoth's bat-wing membrane like water, without even a single scale being scorched.

"Come here, you cowardly cowards without honor!"

Do you remember our second date?

"I remember, it was at the same restaurant as our first date, just one day apart." A smile crept across his face as he recounted it. At least, in Bayonetta's eyes, the Emperor was smiling. "We ate two kilograms of tomahawk steak, which was about the same size as this, but the wine that day wasn't nearly as good as today's. The waiters thought there were several large dogs hiding under our table—"

"—So you used magic to imitate a dog's whistle and summoned all the canines on the street into the restaurant."

Bayonetta couldn't help but laugh at the thought. A huge pack of canines excitedly rushed into the restaurant, crawling under every table in search of food, scaring the diners into scattering in all directions. People walking their dogs also rushed in, adding fuel to the fire of the already chaotic situation. At that moment, the young Salomon grabbed the witch and ran out the back door of the restaurant, completely ignoring the bills left on the table.

"Forgive me, I had limited funds at the time. Back then, I was just a young man who had only recently left Kamar-Taj and the surrounding area, and I was still learning about the world."

"I know, that's why you were so easily fooled back then."

"Please don't portray the Kamar-Taj so ignorantly. Compared to the Kamar-Taj sorcerers who were already using the internet, those who slept in their coffins for five hundred years must have missed the vast majority of historical events."

"Believe me, sleeping for five hundred years is definitely a good thing. The world has only started to change dramatically in the last fifty years, and I don't want to go back to the era of muddy streets in big cities; that's just too dirty."

(End of this chapter)