Marvel Book of Magical Events

Constantine knew how the emperor exploited humanity's reverence for him.

Even if He abhors the cult of personality, the pragmatist will not let go of the tools available to him.

The First Unification War of the Yugoslav Federation forced Latvinia and the rest of the Balkans to unite to form a single country that could influence the situation in Europe. It is difficult to make this decision, and it is also difficult to implement it, because there are constant disputes between Orthodox, Catholic and Christian churches in the Balkan Peninsula, wars between heretics and heretics, heretics and heretics, and various plutocratic groups in Europe and North America. By using white gloves to disrupt the situation there and extract profits from it, Albania's oil exploration rights were sold to the American Rockefeller family for US$200,000, and that money fell into the personal pocket of the then Albanian Prime Minister.

But the arrival of the emperor changed everything.

First he used the sword, then he spoke and taught.

Many people in Sarajevo, Budapest, Plovdiv, Sofia, and Bratislava turned to support the emperor's ideas after encountering the war, not only because they saw that the emperor's cause was unstoppable, they saw the charm of the emperor himself, and even To the hope of escaping poverty and oppression. What happened in the Six Dynasties was just a private plan. That’s what the saying goes, right? Then there were precise purges, and even if the careerists died, more people benefited. He redistributed benefits to target civilians who had suffered, which was enough to bring many civilians who originally hated Him to side with Him.

The emperor will make people firmly believe in the superiority of the system he created and the superiority of the human race - he will not deny that he will be the spiritual sustenance of the people on the Balkan Peninsula after they eliminate superstition and learn to believe in human beings themselves, It takes time to deny superstition, otherwise religion would not be born in this world. For this reason, He must show his own essence and show his so-called divinity - at this moment, His speech is facing those officers. He will not explain anything to anyone unless He deems it necessary, and it is necessary now, for the mortal soldiers need to understand Him. To be precise, He wanted them to understand His ideas. Obviously, the education in military schools and political commissars was not enough to meet His vision.

He determined that the army must serve the human race rather than the interests of individuals or certain plutocrats, so He laid off a large number of armies, changed their numbers, disrupted the composition of the army, changed the command hierarchy, established new military schools and new military ranks, and changed the past where they killed each other. Trample it into the soil and promote trained young people with ideals to become officers to replace the old guys who either make war on others because of their religious beliefs, nationality, corruption and personal interests.

This battle was very difficult. Mortal soldiers and officers had not received much training in void combat, nor had they been to space or the moon. On Earth, they had only conducted weightless training in water and in space centers. From the moment they boarded the ship, they held an underlying feeling of panic. The long voyage extinguished the initial excitement of overlooking the earth, and this feeling was gradually exposed. Only professional training can maintain discipline - those speeches were for Ignite the courage of the mortal soldiers and officers and remove their fear, because the emperor and the genetically modified warriors have already borne the most difficult part for them, and they have done well in the remaining part that belongs to the mortals. This is an achievement worthy of recognition.

Relying solely on the First Secret Regiment and the Second Secret Regiment being formed is not enough to achieve tactical goals, not to mention that the two Secret Regiments also need to help Regent Victor von Doom and the Ministry of Justice perform special service tasks. As a special agent Troops rarely have time to participate in such a frontal battlefield. He never denies the abilities of mortals. Compared to genetically modified warriors, He seems to value the role that mortals can play in this event that will completely change the fate of the human race.

Constantine saw a document creating medals for those mortals who needed to be honored.

"Debug the transmission device and the transmission beacon." Constantine said to the Eternal City technicians on the side, "We will set off in three minutes."

The battle turned bloody as soon as it started.

Even though Black Bolt tried his best to keep up with Derrick's movements, he couldn't do it because he was restrained. He couldn't turn too fast, which would crush his companions, and he couldn't escape because he Don't expose your backside to the other party. When the Guards were prepared, he would never appear in the direction where Black Bolt could be affected by the sound waves. He was very close to Black Bolt, so close that he could attack Black Bolt with his fists, but he would not be able to hit Black Bolt with his fists. But he had no time to react.

The first one to suffer was the mutant with blue skin and crimson fins. Derrick first discovered that its will was the most easily shaken. The fins on its head and back seemed to be some kind of electroreceptor. Organs, like the ampullae of Laurentia in cartilaginous fishes, do much the same thing, sensing electric and magnetic fields and temperature gradients. When Derrick first circled the circle with Black Bolt as the center, his garrison spear was the first to find the Centauri clan mutant hiding behind Black Bolt, because it had senses other than vision— -The sudden screams of his subordinates obviously made Black Bolt King distraught. He did not expect that the tall Guardsmen would move so quickly, so fast that all of them could not see clearly - He then turned around, his arms and The skin of the battle suit between the body spreads out like bat wings. He had used his fastest speed, but he only saw the electromechanical expert who was chopped from the shoulder to the abdomen.

Another scream came from behind again, followed by a gunshot and the sizzling sound of burnt flesh on the wall.

This time the ghost clan warrior was attacked by a poisonous hand. A sharp blade penetrated its jaw and skull, and its lizard-like snout was forcibly broken open, causing bleeding. Nervous reaction made him pull the trigger one last time, and his still throbbing lungs tried their best to cough up the blood poured into his trachea. Black Bolt didn't know how much pain his warrior endured before death, and how much consciousness it had after its brain was destroyed. He could only hold his friend's hand tightly and watch it die in front of him angrily. This feeling is not pleasant. He has been suffering from this kind of pain since he came to the Kimilian clan. He is not unaware that there seems to be something in the air that is catalyzing his emotions. He tries his best to stop it but cannot help but feel it. Influence. The century-long life in an isolation room allowed him to barely control himself. During that time, he would pace in a room only a few steps wide every day, digesting his irritable emotions, separated by thick walls and armored glass. Looking out at the unchanging scenery allows him to remain himself.

Until the intruder's blade actually fell on his friend.

The golden God of Death seemed to have completely disappeared. Even though the tuning fork on Black Bolt's forehead converted energy into his power, making him speed up a lot, he could only catch a glimpse of Derrick out of the corner of his eye. The crimson jersey fluttered first. He knew that Derrick was circling in a circle, circling so irregularly that he could not predict where the latter would go next. He knew that the invaders were gradually approaching him around the defensive circle he had formed with the Inhuman warriors, taking advantage of the Inhuman warriors' worries about him to surround him.

There will always be another subordinate between him and the golden god of death, forcing him to be unable to open his mouth or use all his strength. Maybe he can open his mouth to release sound waves, but every time Derrick will kill a certain Inhuman warrior who is still alive. Pushing him hard, making sure that he couldn't breathe smoothly - this was amazing. Black Bolt admitted that even he could not control his muscles as perfectly as this intruder, possessing such abundant physical energy and endless concentration. It's like dancing on the tip of a knife. Pressing your body on the tiny area of ​​​​the tip of the knife, you have to maintain balance under the huge pressure. Black Bolt knows that it took him decades to learn to control his own nerve electricity. Signal transmission, controlling every muscle of oneself so that one's movements are perfect - the intruder seems to do it effortlessly, and also masters the rhythm of this battle. Every kill will achieve a certain purpose. This kind of intelligence His level and physical strength made him more wary of the technology mastered by the human army that invaded Attilan.

There was an explosion in the air that even the noise reduction device of the combat suit could not filter out.

This voice that appeared out of nowhere attracted some of the attention of everyone present.

A dog that was wet all over and as tall as a man fell to the ground, whining continuously. Its originally smooth fur was now stained with blood, and many scratches and bite wounds were exposed on its loose skin. Its front paws were also covered in smelly blood. As soon as it hit the ground, it whimpered and lay down, as if it was too lazy to move again.

"Tetanus!" a warrior of the Villain clan shouted the lock-tooth dog's name, "come here... ah!"

The lock-toothed dog stood up and followed the sound. Then its eyes widened and it screamed in such terror that its front paws briefly left the ground. It believed that the sight in front of it was far more terrifying than what it had seen in dozens of teleportation attempts - each of its previous space jumps had encountered different obstacles. Either it fails to jump directly and returns to the original place, or it chooses the wrong landing place and falls all over, or it is stuck between the reality and the illusory dimension. Even a stay of just a few nanoseconds is enough for it to be attacked by those terrifying invisible things. The claws and bite marks on its body came from this - it saw the warrior who named it cut in half by a golden-red hurricane. It knew the soldier and could even be called a friend. It never thought that its friend would die. To be precise, it watched its friend die miserably.

"Woof!"

"Back off!" Black Bolt took the opportunity to whisper one word. The sound wave was like a heavy hammer hitting Derrick, who had diverted his attention slightly. Even though the Guards activated the magnetic system of the boots in time, the huge mass and impact knocked him to the other end of the hall. He dared not speak at a normal volume, for that would only destroy the spire and bury everyone beneath the masonry. He might survive, but others can't. Black Bolt looked at Derrick first and said softly, "Take us away."

Tetanus yelled, then ran towards Black Bolt.

Other capable Inhuman warriors skillfully held each other's hands, ready to be teleported at any time. A golden glimmer kept flickering in the lightless shadow, and heavy footsteps approached at a speed far faster than the heartbeat. Locktooth ran towards Black Bolt with all his strength, without even having time to breathe. It opened its mouth and tried to bite Black Bolt's outstretched hand.

"Hold it!" the last few survivors shouted, "don't let go."

Suddenly, Black Bolt saw his own reflection.

Golden light lit up behind him, and the steeple hall that was originally filled with filth and darkness now seemed to be above the clouds. The air full of fishy smells and annoying whispers suddenly became clear, and even the dust was no longer visible. The gray bricks The stone floor shimmered. Peace, this was Black Bolt's initial thought, as if he suddenly jumped from a moving freight rail train into the water, isolating all sounds on the water, and for a moment he even wanted to close his eyes and enjoy a moment of tranquility. Tetanus fell down in panic, but Black Bolt had no time to care about his friends. He quickly recovered his senses, squinted his eyes and turned to look behind him - he saw the tallest and majestic figure he had ever seen in his life. . That was an elegant and glorious warrior, a model human king, a golden Titan - when he stared at that face, his stinging eyeballs couldn't help but shed tears. He had to use all his strength. It took so much self-control that I didn't restrain myself from kneeling down and expressing my adoration. Other Inhuman warriors were already kneeling on the ground, and even they themselves did not understand why they had such emotions.

"Blackcard Bertegang, I'm sorry that I can't communicate with you in advance." That voice was full of kindness, like thousands of people speaking at the same time. The light dimmed slightly, and Black Bolt lowered his arm, barely adjusting to the sting. He saw long black hair hanging on the warrior's golden shoulder armor. "I am sorry to initiate this war against you and your kingdom. The human race is facing threats from across the void, and Attilan and the Inhumans are also facing threats. But I cannot extend a hand of friendship to you,"

"Why?" Blackcard Burt just said softly, and at this moment his ability seemed to have disappeared. At this moment, he understood who the person in front of him was, because he saw three warriors wearing the same golden power armor as the invaders standing next to the king. "Why do you do this?" He hugged the wreckage on the ground, raised his head and roared with anger, completely forgetting that he might destroy Attilan by doing this, "What do you want, human king? You want us Are these aliens dead?"

"Because Attilan's social values ​​do not care about the survival of the human race. The Inhumans regard humans as petri dishes rather than fellow humans, don't they?"

The human king's answer left Black Bolt speechless. He knew that the invaders were right, and he also knew that the news he heard from the Kree ambassador many years ago about the Dark Order's imminent invasion of the solar system and the destruction of all life was also true. He also knew that the Gene Council had no intention of this matter. The final resort was to launch missiles towards the Earth, releasing five stable mutated substances into the Earth's atmosphere, transforming potential descendants with the Kree Empire's genetic engineering.

"But I care, Blackcard Burtgon. When my army goes to the Genetic Council, do not launch Terrigen missiles, then I will give the Attilan Inhumans a dignified ending." The human king looked towards tetanus. The big dog was lying on the ground, eyes closed, looking terrified. He gently touched the tetanus skin, and the wounds on its body that were bleeding, even ulcerated, and exuding a cursed smell healed instantly, and even the bitten hair grew back. The same was true for the scarred warrior in golden armor. "Go back, Blackcard Burtgun, and convey my wishes to all Inhumans. You were once humans and deserve to die with respect. Don't waste my kindness."

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