Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 767 Sweeping Away the Gloom (First Update)

If a creature consumed all the biomass on a planet with a gravity level similar to Earth's, and this creature didn't have a regular metabolic system, with all the biomass being converted into part of its own body, how large would this creature's mass be? This is a question that the sorcerer has been pondering—given that the hive consumed every animal and every plant on the planet (some of which went extinct due to ecological collapse), leading to the collapse of the biosphere and complete loss of climate control, the number of nanoparasites bred by the hive must be astonishing, perhaps even capable of influencing the direction of dust storms simply by their size.

Salomon knew that his android squad, facing such monsters alone, would only meet with certain death; there was no other possibility. The power armor's air filtration system would be clogged by endless nanite parasites, and the servo motors and chips would short-circuit as the parasites burrowed into them. It was precisely because of their tiny size that the Hive had overcome the planet's technology and devoured every alien. Salomon didn't believe the Immortal City's technology was any exception; even Wakanda's vibranium-based technology could be damaged by the ubiquitous parasites.

He didn't understand why the Kree would abandon such a terrifying biological weapon. Perhaps it was due to the high cost of cultivation, political infighting, or some other random reason. Whatever the reason, the Kree left this mess on Earth, to Salomon. Fortunately, however, there was a solution. Because the hive parasites were so tiny, a single breath could disperse a relatively small swarm. Furthermore, fire could eliminate the parasites, which were essentially organic matter.

In order to save the androids he created, he must attract the attention of the Hive.

They shouldn't have sacrificed themselves here; that monster's opponent is him.

He raised the jet-black longsword with a golden hilt.

At first, the sword was crackling with electricity, emitting crimson sparks, and even though everyone was wearing helmets as instructed, the smell of burning protein lingered. These were the Hive's scouts, tiny parasites dying one after another. Salomon chanted a short incantation, and a burst of flames suddenly exploded on the sword. His eyes shone with golden light, and the golden eagle wings on his shoulder armor unfurled as if alive, joining five other firestorms still surging towards the horizon to announce the start of the battle.

Whatever the planet was called in the past, the long night that had shrouded it was over. Flames replaced the stars, illuminating half the horizon and also the black dust storm sweeping in from the horizon.

His voice was transmitted through a secret technique, making it audible to all intelligent beings. Simultaneously, the heavy weapons team's plasma weapons activated, coils charging, ready to heat and compress gas. The assault team also activated their chainsaw swords and power swords, prepared to eliminate any hostile creatures that appeared before them.

"You're going to die here today, you disgusting brachiopod!"

"I heard it!" Simmons shouted, waving a white embroidered scarf and turning back to Will. "I recognize that voice!"

"Stop! Stop!" Will ran forward, panting.

"I guarantee these people are here for us!" she exclaimed excitedly, pointing ahead. "Coulson asked our friends for help, and we can get back to Earth! You probably won't believe it, but it really exists. I think we might be able to cross an Einstein-Rosen bridge back to Earth!" Simmons slowed her pace, waiting for Will to catch up. When she saw Will's expression, she asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"Dust storm! Look there!" Will grabbed Simmons and shouted, pointing to the sky, "It's coming! A dust storm means it's coming! It smells blood, we have to hide, Simmons!"

Following Will's directions, Gemma Simmons looked into the distance. She took off her sand goggles and squinted hard.

The planet was extremely dark, but the brightness was quickly replenished, allowing Gemma Simmons to see the distant scene—a faint orange-red light suddenly appeared on the horizon, like a bolt of lightning hidden in thick clouds, flashing by and then disappearing, followed by another. The orange-red light appeared more and more frequently, growing brighter and brighter, accompanied by deafening roars. The orange-red flames gathered more and more, like a rising sun, the accumulated light illuminating the horizon, as if an invisible, burning giant hand had forcefully pushed aside the long-standing gloom that had shrouded the planet.

A gust of hot wind, carrying sand and gravel, rolled to her feet.

This was the first time Gemma Simmons had clearly seen the clouds and stars of this world. Like a tumor clinging to this dying planet, electromagnetic radiation from outer space, which should have been blocked by a powerful dust storm, drew brilliant blue-green auroras through the atmosphere. The boundary between the distant, sun-like firelight and the blue-green auroras was not so clear, and the two colors fell together into the dreamlike deep blue night sky, like a boiling cauldron.

"Damn it, what is that! Whatever it is, we should hide!" Will gasped, repeating himself. His pale face, accustomed to the dim light, seemed to struggle to adjust to what was happening in the distance.

"I don't know who your friend is, but it seems he has some issues with that monster. Anyway, this isn't something we should get involved in. What we should do is hide and wait until things are resolved, okay?" He tried not to upset Simmons, who seemed somewhat incredulous. "Like I said, that monster really exists. There's nothing surprising about that, considering we were sent to another planet by a rock!"

"I see them," Simmons said softly. "They're coming!"

Another sandstorm struck, engulfing the command team.

Catherine fired a bullet, shattering the parasitic tentacles that emerged from the dark sandstorm. She turned and swung her sword, the scorching rotating blade severing another piece of damp, flesh attempting to approach the communicator. The heavy weapons squad then used plasma weapons and flamethrowers to completely eliminate any remaining parasites that came near. Salomon used a force field wall to create a hemispherical, transparent protective force field, trying to filter out the smaller parasites and force the Hive to solidify into a larger entity. Only by forcing the Hive to adopt this method of attack could the Sisterhood's weapons be effective.

These parasitic tentacles struggled to break through an invisible barrier before being met with a fierce counterattack from the Sisterhood. However, this loss was insignificant to a monster that had devoured all life on the planet. The sandstorm was a storm of sand and parasites, and the air outside the force field wall was teeming with tiny, horrifying parasites.

Catherine watched as Salomon, outside the force field wall, ventured deeper into the dark storm.

He commanded five firestorms to strike the command squad's location, cleansing the air near the force field wall with flames. He himself, longsword in hand, ventured deep into the storm, sensing the primordial consciousness of a swarm of creatures at the center of the black dust storm. Perhaps out of curiosity, the Hive deliberately opened a path for him, allowing Salomon to see the dark figure standing at the center of the dust storm. It was inviting Salomon into the center; it wanted to communicate.

In its view, Salomon was an Inhuman, and it had a grand plan to carry out.

It wanted to persuade the sorcerer.

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)