Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 795 Number of Nuclear Weapons (First Update)

This Christmas was destined to be anything but peaceful for New Yorkers. Though they couldn't see the unseen forces, the destruction caused by the angels could still affect the real world. Two of the three fighter jets belonging to the "Platinum Star" aerobatic team were taken over by the angels, and the panicked pilots all opted to eject, letting their jets accelerate and dive towards Manhattan.

Bayonetta pinched the gray fur with obvious disdain.

When she kicked the fighter jet away, she used "slight" force, and some black engine oil inevitably stained her pure white dress. This was the dress she'd prepared for the Christmas party—expensive, exquisite, and easily soiled; she'd been expecting it to be violently ripped tonight. But then she remembered Salomon calling her performance in bed a "broken showerhead" last night, which made her furious, scratching and clawing at him like a mother cat. The witch felt that wasn't enough; she should also teach that little boy she'd trained since childhood a lesson.

"Follow me," she said to the sorority. It was already incredible that Catherine and her squad had managed to harm an angel in the shallow ether with weapons from the real plane, let alone that Catherine's shout had forcibly commanded the angel to manifest in the real plane—something utterly impossible for androids with virtually no spellcasting abilities. But the witches didn't have time to ponder the reasons; their priority was dealing with the hordes of disgusting spirits flying everywhere.

"If this matter isn't resolved, tonight's Christmas party can't be held, and you won't be able to see your master."

Salomon stood on the balcony of the New York Sanctuary, his eyes gleaming with arcane light. Wanda beside him did the same, both observing the location where the angels had appeared. The previously out-of-control fighter jet had now been brought back under control, and the water mirror before him clearly displayed the witches' heroic battle in the shallow ethereal plane—Bayonetta and Joan of Arc each stood atop a plane, using their own power to steer the fighter jets away from the city. Meanwhile, the angels continued to harass them, but none of them were a match for them. Compared to the effortless witches, the much-lagging Sisterhood was struggling considerably. Their flight packs couldn't easily catch up with the fighter jets; they could only manage to eliminate the scattered angels.

The sorority's fighting squads are also the only thing that mortals can see.

Catherine was already caught up in the frenzy of battle, and Salomon let her be.

Salomon stretched out a finger, stirring the surface of the silver mirror. The shattered mirror simultaneously revealed every detail of the battle, and Wanda marveled at her teacher's arcane skill. "Karmar-Taj was blinded by the tranquility of the upper and lower planes. Now the arcane sorcerers are searching the Cosmic Cauldron for fragments of past and future time, to see if the tides of the Sea of ​​Souls are the protection of a higher power," he said. "But in any case, those monsters are not allowed to interfere with reality."

"Are we really not going to help?"

"Not yet, these are just some lower-ranking angels, Bayonetta and Joan of Arc can handle them," Salomon said. "But that doesn't mean we don't need to prepare. If middle- or upper-ranking angels appear, we'll have to set off. After we wipe out the angels, Kamar-Taj will form an investigation team. According to the instructions from the Temple Guardians, His Holiness seems to want me to lead the team."

Wanda sensed from Salomon's words that he wanted to bring her into the investigation team. "Have you encountered angels before?" she asked. "If angels exist, does that mean God really exists?"

"Yes, but I was under fifteen at the time. The witch and the Venerable handled most of the trouble; I was only responsible for supervising the witch as she carried out her mission." Salomon pulled his finger from the silver basin and drew a few circles in the air, then two steaming ceramic cups rose up. "You can read the research on deities in the Kamar-Taj Library, and then you'll know what Kamar-Taj thinks of so-called gods. Gods are no more noble than humans; only the weak kneel before false power and strength. Don't say such things again, Wanda. I don't want my student to be a coward. Constantine, my armor and sword, and the power armor prepared for Wanda."

"Yes, my lord," Constantine's voice came from the tablet beside the water mirror. "The dwarves have repaired your armor, and Master Marbas has also refurbished it. The Sisterhood is ready to help you don it. As for Lady Maximov's armor, I have already prepared a standard set of Sisterhood force feedback powered armor. Do you require any weapons, Lady Maximov?"

Wanda looked at Salomon with a puzzled expression, but her teacher offered no explanation, instead making the choice for her. "Take a plasma pistol and that snake bone staff. Constantine, the one with the spikes—don't get the wrong one. Vishanti artifacts aren't suitable for her." After giving his instructions, he looked at Wanda. "You still have time to learn how to use the staff; it can be a decent melee weapon when necessary."

Before Wanda could even ask about the "use of the staff," Constantine interrupted, "There's something else. Ms. Stephanie also received a report. She asked if we needed to use strategic weapons—'Use the soon-to-expire hydrogen bombs quickly; the maintenance costs are enormous.' That's her exact words. How should I reply to her, my lord?"

"Then load up with nuclear weapons and use them when necessary." Salomon waved his hand impatiently. "Damn it, how many nuclear weapons do we have anyway?"

"Since Master Malbus joined us, the Immortal City has been producing weapons in accordance with your long-term war preparedness decree. Currently, we have more than one hundred tactical nuclear weapons and more than twenty strategic nuclear weapons. Among them are twenty mercury bunker buster bombs, two neutron bombs, and five intercontinental hydrogen bombs..."

"Enough, enough. No wonder Stephanie complained about the maintenance costs of nuclear weapons," Salomon quickly interrupted Constantine's report. He could see this information whenever he wanted; he only needed the current tactical and strategic nuclear weapons to be sufficient. He needed to wait for Malbus to assimilate Wakanda's and the alien technology and then produce weapons belonging to the Immortal City itself. Otherwise, even if they could pose a threat to the enemy in terms of hardware, they would suffer from software issues, just like Hammer Industries in the past.

Wanda pointed into the distance and gasped. Salomon looked in the direction she was pointing, and a chilling rage rose in his chest. Even an ordinary person could see the residential building with a gaping hole, and large amounts of smoke and particles were radiating outwards like an explosion.

"Constantine, make the arrangements immediately, then teleport to the New York Temple via the portal. At the same time, order the Sisterhood to prepare for battle; the New York Temple will send you into the Shallow Aether Plane."

Bayonetta leaped through the flames of exploding fighter jets. The air seemed to freeze; Witch Time granted her superhuman senses and speed, making everything appear like a slow-motion cassette tape, dragging out into a long, drawn-out note. She finally landed on a subway train crossing the Williamsburg Bridge, standing in the last car as more and more angels gathered. The previously scattered mid-ranking angels began to appear frequently. The witches were still able to handle them, until a magnificent serpentine angel, adorned with numerous gold ornaments, appeared from the horizon. Only then did Bayonetta and Joan of Arc take the situation seriously.

If they don't want the fighting to spread to ordinary citizens, they must do something dangerous.

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(End of this chapter)