Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 417 The Villain's Declaration (Second Update)

"Get up," he solemnly declared in the dimly lit room.

This is a room that no one but him can enter at any time. It contains the alchemical creations he made using the Philosopher's Stone Aether particles, and all the creations in the cultivation tank have some inexplicable spiritual connection with him. The androids awaken from the nearly dried-up viscous nutrient solution. They possess perfect faces and figures that would make everyone feel ashamed, as well as fair and rosy skin and bright white hair, but their unchanging facial expressions are chilling.

Their excessive perfection creates an unnatural aura that makes them seem like tools, dolls, rather than living people. But anyone who knows about the alchemical engines and magical metal skeletons within them will not doubt the power hidden beneath their delicate appearance. Once they don the power armor prepared for them by Salomon, they will become a formidable force on the battlefield.

Following Salomon's orders, the androids stepped out of their culture tanks and into the communal bathroom next to the room, washing off the viscous nutrient solution still clinging to their bodies. Once they emerged, dripping wet, all the culture tanks had vanished, replaced by white towels and a set of clothes and shoes. They dried themselves, but the lingering smell of milk, blood, and oil from the nutrient solution couldn't be completely masked by shower gel and shampoo.

Salomon was not disappointed by the indifferent expressions of the androids.

Intellect is not so easily cultivated. Now the homunculus knows who Salomon is, who Dinah is, and their mission, but they have never experienced a true dialogue. The alchemical core does not provide emotions, and their life in the Immortal City will teach them many things. They have enough free will to behave like true humans, but the mission Salomon has given them will also limit their lives and actions.

For example, how to fight, how to communicate, and how to handle emergencies. What they should know and what they shouldn't know. Dina will teach them, and Salomon will teach Dina, because she is their commander.

"Each of you will have a name." He felt the emotional connection from the androids. Though faint, it was like a smoldering flame; with just a gentle breath, his creations would unleash an uncontrollable, fervent emotion towards him.

These are the strengths and weaknesses of the Homunculus. They possess absolute loyalty, and with that absolute loyalty comes a host of problems.

"As long as you remain loyal to your mission, you will earn my respect. Once you are dressed, you will meet your commander, who will teach you everything you need to know. Be confident, girls, do not falter, your service will continue until the very end."

Next, the android army will undergo shooting and swordsmanship training. Wakanda is already accelerating the production of the weapons and equipment Salomon needs. With the help of the Wakanda princess, bolt-action rifles and bullets that are unusable by ordinary people have begun mass production. These small, rocket-propelled tungsten-core bullets are the android army's most powerful weapon. Although they haven't been tested yet, the bolt-action rifle should be comparable in power to the M430 grenade launcher.

As for the close-quarters combat that T'Challa and Shuri criticized, the knight's longsword and short sword became reliable helpers for the Android army.

"Close combat is the way of the world," Salomon explained his combat philosophy to T'Challa. "I'm not afraid of bullets or flamethrowers; the only challenge I face is close combat. In future battles, combat won't always be beyond visual range, because many places won't be guided by satellites. Some enemies aren't afraid of fire or radiation; that's when the longsword will come in."

The Wakanda royal family, which did not equip the Black Panther armor with ranged weapons, could not refute Salomon's actions, because Wakanda also prided itself on its outstanding close combat skills.

T'Challa pointed to the circular building and asked, "Is this the training ground you prepared for those android girls?"

"Yes," Salomon said. "Swordsmanship requires constant practice. I have been practicing swordsmanship and spearmanship for many years, just like you. No matter how times change, nobles must practice these skills."

"You can use a spear too?" T'Challa looked at the training equipment placed to the side, his tone filled with eagerness.

"A shorter Spartan spear." Salomon wasn't angered by T'Challa's challenge. On the contrary, he didn't mind a friendly match with T'Challa. As his cooperation with Wakanda deepened, friction, both in terms of ideas and culture, was inevitable, and a peaceful match could ease some tensions.

For example, Shu Rui has withdrawn from the actual process of gene modification. She is now only responsible for theoretical work and auxiliary work on gene alchemy. The experimental process is still in the hands of Ms. Maya Hansen.

"Where's the shield?"

"Round Shield"

"It's heavy, so I'll use the Kikuyuno shield and short spear. You'll experience the craftsmanship from Wakanda."

"I'm looking forward to it," Salomon said with a smile. After this match, he would hand over the disintegration field that Stark had replicated to the researchers in Wakanda for further replication, and then the android army would be fully equipped.

Then he will lead his army of androids to help artificial intelligence solve a small problem as a reward for the artificial intelligence "opening its heart".

Then, he began the preparations to control all information in human society.

"It sounds just like a villain from a comic book," Salomon quipped. If his purpose were exposed, Salomon would become a typical villain in the eyes of Stark, Steve Rogers, and S.H.I.E.L.D., ultimately defeated by the heroes of justice.

The problem is, Salomon doesn't think he'll lose.

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The departure of the android maid had a significant impact, the most direct being that the witches ate Hawaiian pizza for a whole week. Although it was just lunch, it was intolerable for the witches. Actually, it wasn't that serious; it was just that the witches' mischievous behavior in the kitchen made the pizza even worse—but the French beef gravy that Dina was supposed to make ended up being Salomon's responsibility. Without this sauce, many French dishes cannot be made.

Bayonetta oversaw the beef bones and various meats in the oven, ensuring the fat rendered out properly without burning. Joan d'Arc chopped the vegetables and then tossed them into Salomon's prepared meats. Salomon, meanwhile, tended to the various stock broths he had previously stored in the refrigerator. While not much water was needed for making Beef Stew, stock was still essential, along with white wine, another crucial ingredient for stewing meats.

French beef gravy needs to be simmered for three or four days to achieve its perfect flavor, so this is something only androids who don't need long sleep periods can do. During those times, the entire apartment is filled with the aroma of beef gravy, which whets the appetite.

Now, because of Salomon, the homunculus maid has to attend to another matter. This results in Salomon being kicked off the bed by Bayonetta amidst Joan of Arc's mockery, and the chubby Cheshire Cat lying in the witch's arms, taking Salomon's original place.

The Cheshire Cat purred and rolled over, completely oblivious to its owner's embarrassment.

"This is your punishment for not coming home for dinner on time, Boya," the witch said with a smile. "There's only this cat today."

Salomon smiled helplessly at the witch's double entendre; once Bayonetta started talking about adult topics, she wouldn't stop easily.

Tonight is sure to be a very enjoyable evening.

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(End of this chapter)