Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1648 Kamar-Taj Documents

The Sky Sword Space Station, or rather, through the joint efforts of the Immortal City, the Yugoslav Federation, and the Martian Foundry and Research Factory, transported materials and equipment bit by bit to designated locations using gravity slingshots and void engines, like ants carrying loads. Then, through the processing of engineering drones and shuttles, a space station with only the most basic defense and parking functions was transformed into an orbital defense and observation station called "Sky Sword." Today, it undertakes the vast majority of void defense, space observation, and void ship repair and resupply tasks.

The observation methods of this space station are not limited to space telescopes, but rely more on communication between psionicists. The most important information transmission equipment is a combination of large coils made of psionic materials, machines secretly manufactured with mechanical technology that is incomprehensible to ordinary people, rows of heat dissipation pipes, and orderly golden altars. This connects the thoughts of psionicists to form a huge psionic matrix, which is enhanced by a large device made in an immortal city, thereby receiving information from the void and sending important information at the same time. The psionicists on this space station are mainly from Kamar-Taj and some schools that are willing to submit.

Now, this device, jokingly referred to as the "transmitter," received orders. The initial text, placed in a blast-proof combination lock briefcase, was escorted by a five-person tactical squad dressed in Void Realm combat suits. After passing through layers of security, it was delivered into a three-centimeter-thick door made of black iron. The person in charge of the facility personally unlocked the briefcase using an electronic seal, then opened the seal on the parchment written by the short-range psionic transmitter, revealing the text.

Mailing address: Asgard Simijog. Recipient: Heimdall

The ornate decorations at the beginning and along the edges of the parchment were enough to command respect from the facility's administrator. These were several letters from Kamar-Taj; the first was a solemn diplomatic proclamation, the next document detailing the timing of a diplomatic visit, though of lower priority. He quickly skimmed the text, tears welling in his eyes. The parchment, written in concise yet solemn language, explained that the Sorcerer Supreme, who held titles such as Lord of Mankind and King of Midgard, had "returned to the Aether and attained immortality." The successor to the Sorcerer Supreme's former position was the former Chief of Kamar-Taj and successor to the Sorcerer Supreme. The document concluded with a red dragon and sword seal of the former Sorcerer Supreme and a soaring eagle and thunderous psionic seal of the new Lord of Kamar-Taj, both seals possessing unique and uncanceled psionic characteristics. Therefore, when this facility sends official documents, it must send both psionic seals together as a means to verify and compare the reliability of the document with the records kept by Simeonjog.

As the psionic communication was about to be sent, the black-armored interrogator from the Immortal City arrived to oversee the process. Several hours later, the black-armored interrogator removed the sunglasses he wore to protect his eyes from the pyionic lightning and took a parchment receipt bearing the psionic insignia from the exhausted chief.

Staying here would be torture for anyone. The well-trained and determined black-armored interrogators maintained a defensive posture in the same spot for hours. When they finished their task and began to move, the psychic lightning extinguished, leaving their afterimages briefly in place. Ordinary people might be terrified by this, but the black-armored interrogators had been stripped of all superfluous emotions; they didn't believe that ordinary people without psychic training could understand this natural psychic phenomenon.

This parchment will be copied, transcribed, and sent to the Psionic Department of the Royal Castle in the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia via a device resembling an earthquake monitor and using a ruby ​​pen tip. From there, it will be delivered to Regent Viktor von Doom. Two copies of the parchment will be sent to the archives of the Royal Castle and the Skysword Space Station, respectively, for future civil servants to consult when needed.

"You should proceed with your coronation ceremony as soon as possible. The Psionic Department has already sent the diplomatic letter acknowledging your assumption of the title of Sorcerer Supreme to the Nine Realms." Although the arcane mages have returned to headquarters in batches, and the protective spells of Kamar-Taj are gradually being repaired, the damage caused by the previous attack is still striking. The huge bullet holes in the walls, the blizzard blowing into the courtyard, and the continuously dropping temperature all indicate that this place has suffered an unusual attack. Victor von Doom turned to look around. "I haven't been back for many years, and I didn't expect to find this place in such a mess when I returned."

Victor von Doom's humor did not alter the Emperor's expression. He remained standing on the steps of the Seventh Courtyard, looking down at the figures and machines moving about in the courtyard built along the ridge. Panicked apprentices were being informed of the situation and calmed down by senior mages, while mages from magesman families gathered in small groups to discuss certain secrets after completing their work. Only the armed personnel from the First Secret Regiment and the Sisterhood of Immortals, having secured many key tactical positions, remained silent, while these armed personnel were also being watched by the mages and apprentices outside the blockade.

Athena stood far away and did not participate in the conversation between the regent and the emperor.

"I know the passing of the Sorcerer Supreme has saddened you, my dear friend, but that is no reason for you to delay your coronation. Kamar-Taj needs a master, Earth and humanity need a master, and you alone possess the right to claim it. While this claim may not offer practical protection, the galaxy is not yet in complete chaos, and we need any form of political means to provide protection or assistance."

Did Nidweal's distress signals receive a response from Asgard?

"No. According to space pirates and merchants on the edge of the solar system, the King of Asgard is increasingly decadent and indulging in pleasure. Our last application to open the Midgard-Asgard portal failed, and contact with spies has almost been severed. However, according to predictions, the total trade volume between Asgard and the colonies is still declining and has reached a warning line. When the next trade cycle arrives, Asgard is likely to face famine and riots." Victor von Doom could recite the long string of data converted to Earth units fluently without needing to produce any documents. "The Chief Craftsman Elder of Nidveal later admitted that the alarm was triggered accidentally, presumably to test Odin's control over Nidveal. However, Nidveal also agreed to our trade request, agreeing to transport and manufacture a batch of adamantite ship keels."

Athena looked this way, and her spear slammed heavily on the stone floor.

"Alright," Victor von Doom shrugged. "Tell me your reasons."

"I did not intentionally delay the coronation ceremony, Victor."

"At least give me a reason. I didn't teleport from the Balkans to the Himalayas just for fun."

"Dormammu. The Sorcerer Supreme did not die at its hands; it was a failed invasion because it was able to possess the Sorcerer Supreme entirely because of the Sorcerer Supreme's scheming," the Emperor said. "It knew this very well, and therefore it wanted an honor."

"Dormammu, honor? Don't you think it's a bit odd to put those two words together?"

"The entire galaxy knows that the Sorcerer Supreme has left the material universe, and the beings behind the veil know it as well, but how the Sorcerer Supreme died is a secret that Dormammu possesses for the time being."

"I understand, you're stalling for time." Viktor von Doom nodded. "Have you decided what you'll do with this time?"

How many illegal psionicists are still at large?

"Fifty-seven schools of magic, totaling more than a thousand people, nearly two thousand."

"The more tainted the ritual, the simpler the steps. Seize the time to hunt down those escaped illegal psionicists. Use any means necessary, even cruise missile bombing of cities, to completely annihilate all threats and cut off any possibility of ethereal invasion of the material universe," the Emperor said calmly. "Now, the being behind the veil is whispering in the ears of all psionicists. If only one percent of these thousand have fallen, then ten professionally trained illegal psionicists could cause far more destruction than any crisis Kamar-Taj has ever faced."

"Aren't you being a little too nervous?"

"Now I finally understand why elves' prophecies are always so annoying. Besides their secretive nature, there's also their overly long-term planning, but I still think the former is the main reason."

"I suggest inviting two witches to your coronation ceremony, lest some beautiful elven banshees suddenly appear and abduct you." Victor von Doom glanced at the royal guards behind the emperor. "You should know this is a joke, right?"

"Beyond them and Joan of Arc have their own missions. They control the launch of two nuclear missiles, one to Kamar-Taj and the other to the Temple of Watum in South America. In addition, I need them to go to the spacetime rifts on Sun Island and Mount Fimbul. The etheric tides will inevitably weaken the barrier, and those demons will definitely try to come to this world to take the blood and pain they crave."

"Relax a bit. I know things are bad, but that's no excuse to torture yourself." Victor von Doom shrugged. "Let's get started. I'm already itching to skip to the dinner. It's a shame we could invite foreign dignitaries; that way we could use the catering budget from the administrative budget for this, and Stephanie from the Malik family wouldn't have a say in the matter. She's always trying to cut back on the civil servants' food allowance, which is just too much."

(End of this chapter)