Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1718 The Witch's Dream

The warmth seeped from the top of her head to her fingertips and then overflowed from her pores. This feeling of soaking in warm water could only be felt during the evening prayers in the sisterhood monastery in the Eternal City and when she faced the Emperor directly and accepted His touch, but no evening prayer was as clear and abundant as what she felt now.

Tita has reason to believe that the Emperor is touching her body and soul at this moment, giving her strength and helping her defeat the powerful enemy in front of her. This is a secret of the sisterhood, and she only announced it in the sisterhood's dedicated communication channel that the Emperor is watching His elect. The androids and the girls who join the sisterhood believe that the Emperor's eyes are constantly reading everyone's soul, no matter good or evil, noble or despicable, and only the most pious people can accept His gaze.

Tita was undoubtedly proud at this moment.

She was the head of the sisterhood and the most pious servant, but she did not think she was qualified to ask for a gift from her creator - just as she asked all sisterhood members to remain pious and humble, waiting for the day of being watched - this day finally came, she thought she was finally qualified to stand up straight and fight in the name of the emperor without guilt. She had no doubt that the emperor's voice was clearer when she killed the alien.

"I feel Him, sisters! I hear His voice!"

Tita picked up the shield dropped by the Kree guards and blocked the bullets fired at her. She took a few steps forward, but the expected impact on her wrist did not come. The Kree guards were only a hundred meters away from her, but the bullets fired by the aliens inexplicably fell on her side. Ecstasy filled her soul, and strength jumped on her body. All the fatigue and doubts were washed away with the prayers she said, just like the shame she faced. At this moment, her belief was extremely firm, because she had no reason to fail anymore, and those aliens would never be able to defeat her.

"Bless you, Chief Sister."

“We will offer sacrifices in His name!”

"With the blood and bones of the enemies of humanity!" Tita shouted fanatically, "Follow me, sisters! Share the great glory with me."

Lieutenant Joshua, the leader of the 1st Assault Team of the 4th Company of the Space Marines, made a tactical gesture to the left, indicating that his team would set up an ambush circle and wait for the second-line logistics troops to deliver heavy direct firepower here. After the power outage in the space station, there were only weak lights for emergency and direction signs in the passage. This dim environment was a huge test for the attackers. Even though all the members of the boarding team were equipped with automated night vision goggles to ensure that every soldier could see the enemy in the dark, just like fighting at night on Earth, this required the soldiers to have extraordinary courage. This team participated in the attack together with an assault team of the sisterhood. After the soldiers witnessed the performance of these girls in black and gold power armor, Lieutenant Joshua realized that many of the discussions about these girls in the Immortal City were unfounded slanders.

At least he would no longer privately call these girls "bomber girls" or something so frivolous as to dare to charge directly into the enemy's defense lines, brandishing chainswords wantonly, with blood and viscera on their armor. He had never seen an army fighting so frantically, at least not on Earth.

In any case, these female warriors who are not afraid of sacrifice deserve respect.

"Ms. Nikita, support will arrive in twenty minutes." Lieutenant Joshua said in a slightly respectful tone, "Then we can block this passage and continue our assault. Ms. Nikita?"

He heard a slight noise coming from the helmet of the sisterhood member next to him, and then the previously taciturn Ms. Nikita suddenly became agitated. She was a very young Romanian girl who looked less than 20 years old. She joined the sisterhood after the emperor conquered Romania - before that, she was one of the so-called sewer dwellers - and then Lieutenant Joshua heard her voice outside the communication channel. The voice seeped out of the helmet and seemed very dull, as if it had passed through a thick concrete wall to reach his ears.

"Never mind the support, we must attack now!"

Joshua felt that Nikita's voice was trembling, a kind of rich emotion that could not even cover up the sizzling sound of plasma melting metal flying in front of them. He watched Nikita waving the bolter pistol with concern, fearing that the latter would accidentally pull the trigger. In this small space, no one could guarantee that the fragments of the bullet would not penetrate the airtight layer of the all-environment combat suit. He and his team belonged to the Space Marines, and they had trained at the Sky Sword Space Station and the Moon in the early stage. Joshua knew that the outer space combat suit on his body could not withstand the high temperature of nuclear energy released when the .50 bolter warhead hit.

"It's blasphemy for them to breathe one more breath of air! Killing those aliens is our mission, and I absolutely don't want to miss this honor!"

"That's right, ma'am. But..."

Lieutenant Joshua shrugged.

Although the other team members could not see his expression through the fully enclosed helmet, they could imagine the helpless expression on his face through his tone. He swallowed the rest of his words, because Nikita had already rushed out of the bunker with a shield in hand. Several high-power laser beams rubbed her armor, burning the gorgeous golden iris relief on the power armor black. Under the observation of the thermal imaging night vision goggles, Ms. Nikita was wrapped in a blurry shadow all over her body, with only the red-hot metal and the cooling holes of the power armor emitting a dim light.

"Damn it! Follow tactical instructions, Ms. Nikita!"

"Captain, the Sisterhood is not in the same command system as us." Accurate Shooter Heidi reminded maliciously, "Perhaps she received some orders that we are not aware of."

"There's nothing on the tactical system!" Lieutenant Joshua felt that the good impression he had accumulated on the sisterhood was gone. He flipped through the tablet in his hand and confirmed that the command system had not issued any new orders. "She acted on her own and disobeyed tactical instructions! She must be brought to court-martial!"

"Make your decision first, Captain."

Heidi poked her head out from behind the cover and saw Nikita smashing the helmet of a blue-skinned alien with her shield, showing more courage than before - or crazier. Heidi didn't know which word was more appropriate - she wrapped the crosshairs of Nikita with her scope. She saw Ms. Nikita use her shield to block the plasma ball shot in front of her, and then she simply threw away the half-melted metal shield, grabbed the Kree's neck, and smashed the alien's helmet and the skull under the helmet with the brass-like double-sided skull weight ball with short spikes on the chainsaw sword. Heidi saw the still warm powder-blue brain matter and dark blue blood, mixed with fragments of unknown alien composite materials and skulls, all over her chest armor and face armor and the entire channel, forming a large number of bright spots in the image of the thermal imaging night vision goggles.

Heidi swore that even though Ms. Nikita cut off the team's communications, she could still hear Nikita laughing wildly at the blood splattered by the Kree and her inarticulate and intense shouting.

Nikita felt her blood boiling, every kill made her feel excited. She heard it, the voice from heaven, once engraved on the golden plate, now descending to her like a dove, full of joy.

Her reaction speed has never been so fast, her limbs have never been so strong, Nikita feels that she can now see the muzzle of the alien's gun, dodge the deadly laser and plasma balls with great skill, and then respond with the purest anger and hatred. But she doesn't want to dodge, a strange competitive spirit surges up, as if she can't face the Kree's weapons and show her weakness, which will make her return to the life in the sewer a few years ago, abandoned by the hard-earned happiness, surrounded by hunger and pain.

Some invisible supreme being that she could not understand passed through the edge of the universe where her mind and the space station were located, releasing a huge, invisible heat to warm her soul and body. The sermons she had heard in the sisterhood, the holy anger and impulse filled her numbness caused by her past poor life and long-term combat. It was as if a huge sound vibrated in her ears. She could no longer suppress her emotions and rushed towards the next Kree who escaped from the bunker with his back to her. Nikita turned over and climbed up, using the powerful force of the power armor to sprint forward. The chainsaw sword in her hand pierced the back of the Kree in front without hindrance. As the blood splashed by the rotating single-molecule blade stained the electronic eyepiece lens, Nikita felt a sense of relief. She felt no pain or fatigue. It was an ecstasy that could not be described in words, just like the feeling of contacting the Holy Spirit that she heard from the pastors when she was a child receiving charity food in the church, as if the whole person was filled with happiness and warmth from body to soul. Romania has a strong Christian vibe, but she is a sewer dweller who accepts the Sisterhood's ideas without reservation, because God cannot save her and Romania.

"Blood for the Emperor!"

"Hurry up!" Hearing Nikita's shout, Heidi turned back and urged her, fearing that Nikita would lie on the ground and unable to get up in the next second. "Should we support her?"

"After this war is over, she will be court-martialed, I promise!" Joshua sighed, then shouted viciously, "Shoot, Heidi! Everyone else, change the battery magazine and cover Ms. Nikita. No matter what, it's right to kill these alien bastards!"

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For Tita, the Emperor's gaze accompanied her throughout the mission, but for Inanna in the cold cave, it was only ten minutes. When the mind wandered in the Sea of ​​Souls, the Emperor could not feel the passage of time in the material universe. In that world without vectors, everything was thought. For human psychics, it was undoubtedly dangerous to throw thoughts into the outer dimension, but psychics still enjoyed it because the Sea of ​​Souls contained everything - there, the distance of the physical universe was no longer far away, the past and future erased by the long river of time were no longer vague, all the unattainable knowledge, secrets and power were at hand, the body was no longer a constraint, fatigue, hunger and lifespan were no longer shackles for exploring knowledge - Inanna did not need guidance, she had learned to wander the Sea of ​​Souls at the beginning of her birth, and she also knew that the predators lurking in the Sea of ​​Souls could not pose a threat to the Emperor and Agamotto.

That's why she was so surprised when the emperor opened his eyes.

This time is too short. She knows how addictive it is to roam the Sea of ​​Souls. When the Emperor guides the temple priests, he must also protect them from getting lost. The eternal, infinite world can never be explored to its limits, because thoughts and souls have no boundaries. If the danger of souls being harmed is not considered, the Emperor and Agamotto should spend more time exploring the outer dimensions. In her expectation, perhaps it is time to leave the Sea of ​​Souls when the dust covers their skin.

"I see it all too clearly," the Emperor said to Inanna. Her face, similar to Bayonetta's, showed confusion, but the Emperor did not intend to explain it here. He said to Agamotto, "I do not want to become a god. For you and me, this is failure."

"This is what they fear, Solomon. This is the final resort," Agamotto said. "You have already started the plan unconsciously. This is fate and instinct. You are the product of the deep integration of extradimensional entities and the physical universe. It is your instinct to desire psychic energy. You cannot refuse it, even if you are not aware of it. The actions of those artificial people are not restricted by you, right?"

"I'd rather spend my time on research." Salomon stood up and dusted off his snow-white linen robe. He knew what the consequences of this phased plan would be, but it was necessary for his grand plan. He had already encountered the results of this phased plan, and for him in the past, the experimental results were completely acceptable. The two Soul Titans parked in the arsenal at the bottom of the Immortal City proved that he would not let his plan completely get out of control. Although he knew the result, he still didn't know the process. The most important observations and tests had not been completed.

"Come on, Inanna. We have to get on with our plan."

"You plan to create an extradimensional psionic entity out of thin air by combining your powers with hers?"

Agamotto looked at the emperor with a playful expression.

His prophetic ability allowed him to see the results of certain events, otherwise he would not have chosen to create an emperor. Moreover, he had already studied this subject, and the results of his research were now before him. The secrets of the soul were not esoteric knowledge that he could not obtain. The emperor who was born in Kamar-Taj inherited the same knowledge system.

"You've seen the result, haven't you? I know what you saw in the Sea of ​​Souls. You have the ability to distinguish truth from lies. You know what the result of your phased plan will be. I created you to drag fate into an unpredictable future. Now that we all know the result of this little plan, why do you want to try it again?"

"Experimentation is about finding the method to the right path rather than the result. This is a methodology. With the method, I can get countless correct results. I am sure that you did not do any experiments before making me." The emperor sneered mercilessly, "This is human wisdom, Agamotto. You are a primitive man, you don't understand real science at all."

"You have already failed once." The first Supreme Sorcerer said expressionlessly, "You tried to use order to influence the outer dimensions, but all you got was betrayal. You created powerful outer-dimensional entities, you created hell, won't you make the same mistake again this time?"

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"I'm sure he won't."

Bayonetta opened her eyes. When she saw the high ceiling of the manor, she felt strange, as if she was supposed to see a dark cave filled with cold air. She took a deep breath and sat up from the recliner. Her long black wavy hair fell on her shoulders like the wet wings of a raven hovering above the treetops before a storm. It was only then that she smelled the aromatic hot coffee and the sweet smell of dessert, and the strange feeling of strangeness was forgotten.

"Theresa, are you dreaming?" Jeanne squinted her eyes happily and stuffed a piece of cream ice cream into Miria's mouth. The gray Cheshire cat stretched its neck and tried to lick a bite of the calorie-rich food, but the white-haired witch's finger accurately touched its forehead, thwarting the 30-pound Cheshire cat's weight gain plan. "You rarely doze off during tea time."

"I saw him."

Bayonetta had never been so tired, as if her soul had traveled through time and returned to her body, and the long journey had exhausted all her energy. Even so, she still remembered the snow-white linen robe, which was far purer than the blood-red robe that Solomon had worn before.

"Who?" Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "I don't think his life would be bad after he left. He is now wandering in history, who knows what kind of identity he will have!"

"I saw him, but not at this time." Bayonetta turned her head and forced Jeanne to look into her translucent gray eyes until the latter admitted that she was not joking. She was a little confused about the sudden appearance of memories, but she was not a witch who had just learned magic. She knew how to protect her mind. The dream that could penetrate the layers of protective spells and reach the mind of the psychic must hide some information, truth or lie that she could not understand for the time being.

She needed time to figure it out, even though she was sure she saw Salomon - she seemed to be in another person's body, observing with that person's eyes - she could feel the warm gaze falling on Salomon, the obsidian-bright eyes, through that body fell on her soul - no threat, no vigilance, only endless love in return, as if she was standing in front of Salomon.

"I'm going to contact Rosa and Wanda," Bayonetta said, "The Witch's Path must have the answers I want, and I need help. Jeanne, I want to meet Victor von Doom, and I need you to lead him through the maze of the manor. I have a hunch that I'm not the one who can really solve the problem."