Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 580 Exploring Kit City (Part 2) (First Update)

Drones projecting bright lights swarmed into the mountainside, illuminating the dimly lit, lost city as if countless lights had been lit. This was perhaps Jacob's original vision: to house all his followers in this city, isolating them from the world so he could guard the secret in peace. The city's design philosophy was similar to that of a Catholic church, using magnificent architecture and towering domes to awe believers. Coupled with Jacob's personal charisma and eloquence, he was confident he could attract enough followers to fill every house, making it a true earthly kingdom.

However, throughout all the relevant historical sites, there has never been an image of the crucifixion of Jesus.

This is a huge point of contention, indicating that the [Divine Source] is not the biggest secret of the Lost City, but the Undead Prophet refused to reveal the reason to anyone except Salomon.

This is what Jacob told Laura about this problem.

"Who has ever seen a god? Who has ever witnessed a miracle?" he said, spreading his hands. "I was resurrected because of magic, a kind of magic that didn't come from heaven. Why should I believe in anything from heaven? I was just an ordinary person, but if someone had told you back then that he could resurrect you, that he could make you float, would you have thought he was a follower of the devil or a god? Not to mention those shining eyes. Even the Pope would have to acknowledge his identity."

Since Thor's arrival on Earth, a new theory has emerged: that the gods of the past were actually extraterrestrials, just like those in Asgard. This theory arose alongside extraterrestrial savior beliefs, especially in Japan and South Korea. Many organizations cloaked in Christianity and extraterrestrial guise emerged, representing a variant of extraterrestrial cults—promoting third-kind contact, advocating an apocalyptic future, and claiming that only faith in extraterrestrials could ensure survival. The Roman Catholic Church during the reign of Benedict XVI vehemently criticized this extraterrestrial God theory. Several European countries with constitutional monarchies were also deeply dissatisfied, as it fundamentally undermined the sanctity of royal power, leading to growing calls to abolish the already largely superfluous monarchies.

Laura looked at the prophet with pity. In her eyes, the prophet Jacob's faith was rather laughable. After all, Salomon was a man, not a god, and worshipping a deified person was the most foolish aspect of blind faith. As an archaeologist, she wasn't exactly a devout believer, and even her later supernatural experiences hadn't changed her mind, so she naturally accepted this explanation.

Salomon said that the Roman Catholic Church had no reason to worry about such a foolish thing, and the Queen of England had even less reason to be concerned.

After all, so many people in this world still believe the Earth is flat, and they even have a self-consistent worldview. Those fools will wholeheartedly believe in God and continue to believe in creationism. The medieval Saxons used religion to fool their people, and the modern Saxons still use religion to fool their people, refusing to change even a single comma—utterly lazy. That day, when leaving, Salomon playfully asked Sophia if she thought the Earth was flat, only to be met with a glare from Jacob. Sophia, embarrassed and annoyed, jumped out of the room.

"I knew the earth was round from the moment I was born! You bastard!" she shouted, waving her fist.

"Your sense of humor is truly astonishing, my lord," Jacob said with a sigh. He had never seen Salomon so young, nor had he imagined that a mystic of this age could be so lively. "You showed me Earth, and you have to understand how breathtaking it was for a country bumpkin to see it from above. Of course, this also made my missionary work more difficult, since not every country bumpkin has the opportunity to fly."

"I'm pretty sure the reason I did this is because you said that now. Damn time loops, I'm getting more and more worried about the future." Salomon shook his head, trying to look relaxed and cheerful. "I understand you use religion to unite people, but you don't need that power anymore. The Immortal City is their only place to go; leaving them here is suicide. But I won't tolerate ignorant fools joining the Immortal City. Convince them to join the education system. I know I shouldn't be too hasty—tell Sophia she won. I'm giving them time, and they need to give me their answers. I believe learning science can make them smarter."

"Yes, my lord," Jacob said with a smile.

It was impossible to get all the villagers to immediately abandon their faith unless Salomon activated his Stigmata and directly converted them with his unparalleled charm. But clearly, Salomon had no such intention. He was currently keeping a low profile, like an ordinary person, with the magic surrounding him making him unnoticed by most. In his words, this was a protective measure for the aesthetic standards of the women around him.

Salomon's cold-heartedness was not unexpected by Jacob, but his change of attitude was also within Jacob's expectations. Salomon was now exhibiting a somewhat forceful leadership style, and he was capable of making such a decision. At the same time, he was also a shrewd man, knowing when and what decisions would yield the best results, so he compromised—after all, this faith had flowed in the blood of the locals for over a thousand years, almost becoming a part of their very being; not everyone was willing to experience such profound pain.

"Want some beer?"

“Of course, my lord,” Jacob said. “It’s too cold here to brew beer. We used to be able to sell furs, but in recent decades there hasn’t been a single fur collector. If you had come any later, you would have only seen savages dressed in furs.”

The rapidly spinning chainsaw easily sliced ​​through the ancient iron armor. The undead, succumbing to the scorching flames of life and reduced to mummies, were utterly powerless against this superior alloy, a material that had only appeared a thousand years later. The life force within them sprayed out brilliant sparks, and the withered muscles and bones were shredded in two by the whirring chainsaw blade. Catherine, her face contorted with impatience, delivered the final blow with the heel of her black steel high-heeled boot, completely extinguishing the pale blue flames within the undead's head. Dozens more bloodless undead lay before her, thanks to the explosive gun. Almost no corpses before Catherine were intact; withered limbs were scattered everywhere.

Eager to explore, Laura Crawford led Sophia on a leisurely stroll through the Lost City. While she couldn't directly access the fortress on the other side of the city, the historical ruins scattered throughout were more than enough for her to enjoy. Unsurprisingly, the unlucky Laura Crawford encountered an army of undead, those who still retained a sliver of intelligence attempting to ambush the landing point from multiple directions—but they seemed oblivious to the fact that their armor was ill-suited for stealth, and the blue flames emanating from their bodies were even more conspicuous in the unlit Lost City.

Perhaps they also had arthritis, otherwise it would be impossible to explain the decaying sounds their dry limbs made when they moved.

No one could miss the swarm of tinkling blue fireflies slowly making their way through the darkness. The ancient weapons were utterly ineffective against the Sisterhood; they could barely even twist an ankle, and the arrows couldn't scratch Catherine's armor. Overall, Laura hadn't caused much trouble, and her combat skills had earned Catherine's respect.

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