Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

He was confident that the other party would not refuse.

No one would refuse.

Sure enough, a flame of hope ignited in Helmut's eyes, and his face was filled with solemnity: "I do."

“Very good. From now on, I need your cooperation in conducting an internal review.”

"Go, let's take action."

.....

The turmoil in Sokovia did not last long; in fact, it could be said that the people of Sokovia did not feel any unrest at all.

Only peace.

If they had heard the noises that night with their own eyes, they would have thought it was a hallucination.

However, what happened next was something the people of Sokovia could not have imagined.

Because everyone realized that someone was giving them benefits.

The Republic Square in the center of Novigator has changed from its former desolation. In the past, only broken bricks and scrap iron left after the war remained, and the cold wind swept through the empty streets with dust. Now, it is crowded with civilians, veterans and elderly people from all over the city.

The high platform was clean and solemn, the Sokovian flag fluttered in the wind, and a group of fully uniformed soldiers surrounded the square to maintain order.

Wearing a simple black coat, Carla looked at the weathered, timid, and wary faces below the stage. She didn't give any empty speeches; she only intended to soothe the decades of suffering in this country with tangible benefits.

Having experienced regime corruption and war, Sokovians no longer believe in empty slogans; they only care about having enough to eat, living in peace, and having a stable life.

Kara understood this, so what she had to do was bring about tangible benefits and change.

Kara's voice was steady and clear as she spoke the official language of Sokovia, which she had already learned, and it echoed throughout the square: "The suffering in Sokovia is over. We will provide food, water, fuel, and clothing free of charge, and rebuild."

Chapter 212 The Miracle Descended by the Emperor (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

A biting wind blew, and whispers rippled through the crowd, mostly filled with disbelief and hesitation.

A middle-aged Sokovian man, wearing a tattered thick coat and with his hands covered in chilblains, tightly gripped his daughter's icy hand.

Looking up at the high platform, he shouted in a hoarse, tentative voice, "Are you telling the truth?"

No one can disobey the Emperor's will.

Kara said without hesitation.

And with a slight raise of his hand, he saw several special metal devices around his feet emitting a dazzling light.

A huge holographic projection screen occupies the top, ensuring that all Sokovians in the surrounding square can see it.

The text above is in Sokovian script.

The text describes the simplest and most uncomplicated policy.

The details are clearly written down, covering everything from food and clean water to winter heating fuel and clothing.

As everyone watched, many people's eyes welled up with tears, but many others remained skeptical, believing it was nothing more than a political stunt.

Kara certainly knew that.

So, the next step is crucial.

While completely stabilizing the morale of the people of Sokovia, it also announced to the world the arrival of the Emperor.

boom!

In an instant, the heavy rumble of powered armor pounding on the ground echoed through the square. The people of Sokovia, unaware of what was happening, looked around in confusion and fear.

To everyone's astonishment, a dense array of towering warriors, each nearly two meters tall and clad in dark blue power armor, marched in orderly formation from all directions of the plaza.

Gilded emblems adorn the dark armor, its steel body as solemn as a mountain, the armor gleaming with a cold, hard luster. It is both a weapon of war and a concrete embodiment of faith.

Surround the square.

Besides them, there were also tall female warriors dressed in red overcoats, graceful and beautiful, with a will no less than that of Astartes.

The warrior wore a black, fitted armor adorned with gilded patterns, and a black hooded robe that swayed in the wind and snow.

Solemn and dignified, arranged in an orderly manner, the heavy, solemn, and sacred atmosphere gave people a sense of security.

boom! !

Before the bewildered eyes of the Sokovians, the Astartes, the Ravens, the Grey Knights, and even the ordinary soldiers maintaining order, all knelt on one knee in an instant, their faces filled with fanaticism.

Even Kara, who was standing on the high platform, was the same.

What people didn't notice was that specially made aerial drones were faithfully recording and filming this scene from all directions of the square, and even from various angles in the air.

Without a doubt, this scene is being shown across the entire territory of Sokovia at this very moment.

Those television sets were showing footage of the central square in the capital.

The deep, resonant tones of Astartes, combined with the clear, ethereal prayers of the raven warriors and grey knights, suddenly filled the air.

"Holy Emperor above, may you have mercy, and let your holy light fall upon the mortal world to cleanse suffering and heal wounds."

"With our loyalty as our guide and our faith as our oath, we will witness the Holy Light."

"Benefiting all people, its glory shines upon the earth."

“We are no longer mortals blindly seeking knowledge; we are apostles chosen by God’s grace.”

"Fear has long since melted away in your glory."

"The wavering has long been crushed by the burning loyalty."

"We will raise our weapons high, crush the lair of heretics, sever the claws of the alien race, and let the Emperor's name resound in every corner."

"If we fight, we will shed our blood for the Holy Path; if we die, we will let our souls return to the Holy Land of Terra."

"The body may perish, but the oath remains; as time goes by, loyalty will never waver."

"For Terra! For the Emperor!"

The collective prayers were solemn, dignified, loyal, and resounding.

In an instant, the wind and snow in the sky stopped abruptly, as if the gods had frozen time at that moment.

But soon the dazzling golden light converged with the sky, transforming into an endless ocean.

The wind and snow were driven away, the heavy gray clouds disappeared, and the sun shone down.

All the Sokovians stared blankly up at the sky.

In the sky, bathed in golden light, stood a tiny figure. It should have been too far away to see clearly, but for some reason, they could see it.

I saw the imposing figure, and the blurry yet seemingly dignified face.

I saw the gentleness and kindness in those eyes.

His presence made the prayers even louder.

He gently raised and opened his arms.

Above the sky, a sea rippling with golden light descended, showering down countless golden dandelions that drifted down onto everyone in the central square—no, the entire city.

There are also the other three cities of Sokovia: Velica, Zagora, and Morava, as well as some surrounding towns with scattered populations.

Golden dandelions rained down from the sky.

The crowd stared up in disbelief, and many people instinctively raised their hands tremblingly to catch the golden dandelions that drifted down in front of them.

The moment it touched my palm, the golden dandelion seemed to melt into my hand like snow.

An unprecedented warmth gently flowed through my body and into my heart.

It dispelled the biting cold, the physical pain caused by years of hard work, the illness, and the hunger.

They looked down at themselves and found that a golden light was emanating from their bodies, enveloping them.

That feeling of health and vitality was so wonderful.

The Sokovians were stunned, but then their eyes welled up with tears. They came to their senses in astonishment; they had witnessed a miracle.

They witnessed an emperor they had never seen before, who healed their bodies with his benevolence and power.

It also healed their hearts.

It soothed my inner unease, confusion, pain, and vigilance.

Not just here, but in every corner of the entire city, in the other three cities of Sokovia, the sacred golden dandelions are scattered among the crowds, and wherever they touch, unease turns into cheers, and confusion into piety.

Everyone followed their instincts and, like the rest of the soldiers, knelt down.

They looked up at the emperor standing tall in the sky with reverence and fervor, and shouted from the bottom of their hearts.

"Thank you for bestowing miracles and protecting this land that has suffered so much, Your Majesty."

"A miracle has occurred, Great Emperor, Your light has healed our wounds."

"A miracle, a miracle."

"It's a god! A god has descended! Sokovia is saved! My illness is cured! Cured!"

"Thank you, thank you so much, my daughter is alright now, haha, she's alright."

This is a carnival.

The jubilant cheers even drowned out the prayers of Astartes, the ravens, and the grey knights, for this was a scene that people had longed for, dreamed of for countless days and nights, and it had finally come to pass.

Joy turned to madness, instantly igniting a fervent faith, fanaticism, and loyalty in these restless Sokovians towards an emperor they had never heard of or seen.

Chapter 213 This is the Emperor's Mercy (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Matthew performed a miracle.

Yes, with the Grey Knights, with Nydi's healing fruits, and with his own magical prowess combined, a miracle was brought down throughout Sokovia.

This is all a show.

But it was a show that bestowed blessings upon the entire Sokovia people.

Matthew's show was even intentionally arranged by Carla to be filmed and broadcast live so that everyone in Sokovia with a television could see it.

The dandelions that Nydi collected day and night were stored away.

There are millions of them, densely packed together.

Anyway, there's plenty to collect from the strong and healthy Astartes.

All of it is for this day, this moment.

The Sokovians don't think about how they did it; they're too lazy to think about it.

They only needed to know one thing: no matter who they were, what their status was, whether they were old, women, or children, everyone was healed from cold, disease, and hunger by the healing dandelion.

Despite the vast distances, even in the other three cities, they received the blessings.

They witnessed firsthand the miracle that brought blessings upon themselves, their families, and their friends, and that was enough for them.

Clearly, at this moment, they all knew one thing.

That was their suffering, which ended because of the Emperor and the arrival of the Emperor's warriors.

This is something all Sokovia residents have been waiting for.

At this moment, the hearts of the people completely turned to Matthew.

This is exactly the result that Matthew, Kara, Reicher, and all the other executives wanted to see.

Their occupation of Sokovia was for development, and to use it as a springboard for future expansion.

What they need is for all their subjects to be of one mind, not distrust, vigilance, and exclusion.

Whether it's Matthew, Kara, Reichel, or anyone else.

They came from different countries and different ethnic groups, but the vast majority of them were not Eastern Europeans or Sokovians.