"This is too awful." Regent Victor von Doom patted his forehead. Though he was only a projection, the Emperor could still hear the sound of the slap. Clearly, the vision he had shared had left even Victor von Doom restless. Even someone as intelligent as him found the current situation troublesome. It was not only the cause of the Sorcerer Supreme's death that the Emperor had revealed; more importantly, it was the trial facing the organization he and the Emperor had built. The Regent had no time to concern himself with the psychological harm the Sorcerer Supreme's impending death might inflict on the Emperor. "I still need to make some preparations to fill the deterrence gap while you are making your time jump."
"There is no need for that. A few more Intercontinental Ballistic Missile test launches will be enough. No one can intercept mach 17 at present, and the US Navy will not dare set foot in the Mediterranean Sea again. There is no need to further expose the speed of our technological advancement."
The Emperor stroked the battle flag across his knees, covered in scorch marks and bullet holes.
The initially established Gene-modded Warrior formations had already brought him victory. Once expanded, these knights would grow stronger and come closer to his goals and ideals. He was not at all worried about the deterrence vacuum created during his absence, because Victor von Doom alone could accomplish what he had previously displayed before the entire world. Besides, their high-end technological advantage was enough to erase the personnel and training gap in conventional armies.
Their opponents' technological advantage was systematic, while Latveria's high-tech advantage still faced long transportation distances, compounded by sanctions on all kinds of industrial raw materials. Latveria's situation was far from optimistic. Yet this did not fill