Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

He never expected Matthew to act so suddenly, without giving him any time to think. His cunning and treachery were no less than those of a demon.

"I'm just saying hello, Velasco. Focus your attention on me."

Matthew was not at all surprised that his surprise attack had been foiled, nor was he angry at Velasco's sarcasm. Instead, he smiled and said softly.

"What exactly do you want? Are you really planning to start a war with me?"

Velasco forcibly suppressed his anger and asked one last question.

Matthew shook his head slightly.

"You think I'm playing house with you? Velasco."

"You've lived for who knows how many years, you can't be that naive, can you?"

Matthew could have made his request first, which was to release Iriana, but Velasco would never agree to that, so Matthew didn't intend to waste any more words.

Since Matthew arrived at the border of hell, there has been absolutely no room for easing of tensions in this war.

"Then go to hell, you arrogant human brat!" Velasco roared furiously upon hearing this.

boom!!

A terrifying surge of energy erupted instantly.

Chapter 289 All the Demon Lords of Hell Cast Their Watchful Gaze (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Matthew's sudden intrusion into the border of Hell and his battle with Velasco instantly attracted many other demon lords from Hell.

Pairs of eyes turned toward the border of hell, watching the battlefield with various thoughts in their minds.

"Ha, that kid has gotten even stronger. He actually went after that wizard Velasco. Tsk tsk, what a headache, that kind of personality."

Mephisto marveled.

At the same time, he was troubled by Matthew's toughness.

He was now absolutely certain that Earth was about to produce a king similar to Odin.

Undisguised toughness, and an extreme desire for expansion.

This means that Matthew is very likely to follow in Odin's footsteps in the future.

This forces Mephisto to think things through more.

He can't fight back. If he waits a little longer, Matthew will soon be on the same level as him. What will he be able to do then?

Besides Mephisto, the other demon lords were also weighing and scrutinizing Matthew, this powerful awakened being among humans.

"Besides the Ancient One, has another human been born like this? This human wasn't this strong when he stormed into Hell and confronted Mephisto last time. Is this the next Sorcerer Supreme that the Ancient One is training?"

"The Terra Empire, Matthew, the Emperor, a powerful ruler of humanity has been born. How strange, why is it different from the future I vaguely saw? Has the future really shifted?"

"Was this the work of the Ancient One? Wasn't she a guardian? Why would she allow such an anomaly to appear?"

"Without the aura of other ancient gods, why would such a figure suddenly rise to prominence?"

"We need to pay more attention to the Earth in the future."

Some demon lords were indifferent, some were surprised, and some were wary.

Clearly, Matthew's sudden appearance made them realize that many things had gone astray.

However, most of them simply watched silently and did not intend to get involved themselves. They wanted to observe Matthew through the battle at the border of hell and see what he was going to show.

Inside the palace of the Dark Fortress Velasco.

In the dark and gloomy corridor, a short and thin figure was slowly and laboriously making its way out.

Along the way, she could clearly see that all those fierce and terrifying demon guards had now cowered and trembled, not daring to move.

Iliana was filled with hope.

Because she heard it.

She heard the conversation outside the palace and felt the terrifying aura, as if a mountain was pressing down on her, making it extremely difficult to breathe.

But Iliana didn't care at all. Over the years, due to Velasco's deliberate torment, her pain threshold had been raised to an unimaginable level.

Velasco may have thought this would erode her will and her thinking.

But this has instead forged a resilient heart in Iliana, so even though she is in great pain, suffering both physically and mentally, she is still able to move.

She wanted to go outside; she wanted to see what had happened.

The target was the rooftop outside the palace.

The road wasn't far, but Iriana walked with great difficulty and slowly. However, she gritted her teeth and moved forward little by little. Finally, after an unknown amount of time, Iriana arrived at the balcony on the outer wall of the palace.

She saw it.

She tilted her head back, held her breath, and her pupils reflected the scene above the sky.

Young Iriana had never seen such a view of the sky at the edge of hell.

The terrifying, exploding sea of ​​lightning and the flowing magma collided, each time dropping plasma and meteor-like magma.

The impact of the impact on the ground and on the city, which was then atop the dark fortress, would unleash earth-shattering flames and dust.

The earth was trembling violently.

The wind howled and raged.

This is what the end of the world looks like.

But what truly caught Iriana's eye was that golden figure standing tall in the sky, beneath the vast ocean of thunder, seated on the throne.

The golden light pierced deeply into Iriana's heart and soul.

She saw hope, saw a ray of light she had cast into the boundless darkness.

Iliana stared at him with a fascination and greed.

Her once numb heart awakened, and she cried out in her heart, "The gods have come to save me!"

At this moment, she desperately longed for the gods and the emperor to see her.

He hoped the emperor could save him.

The light in her heart did not disappoint her; the emperor truly lowered his gaze and looked at her.

Although they were far apart, Iriana was able to meet their gazes.

Iliana is not an ordinary twelve or thirteen-year-old human girl. The torment she has endured here over the years has transformed her. She is very powerful, so powerful that she herself is unaware of it.

Iliana probably didn't care about any of that; she stared blankly at the emperor in the sky.

The gaze was not stern, but rather full of pity.

Is he feeling sorry for me?

Iliana felt a lump in her throat, and tears welled up in her big eyes without her realizing it. She hadn't felt that kind of sorrow in a long time; the last time was when she found a chance to sneak back to Earth and see her brother.

Iliana's vision blurred as she reached out her small, blood-stained, dirty hand to wipe away her tears.

She was stunned again.

Because she suddenly realized that the emperor who cared for her was right in front of her, so close.

Iriana had somehow appeared in the sky and was standing on the steps of the throne.

She also saw the emperor sit up straight, reach out his hand ignoring the filth on her body, and embrace her.

And then Velasco’s furious voice exploded in my ears.

"Iliana, how dare you steal her? I will kill you, I will extract your soul and torment you for ten thousand years."

Rumble!

The intensity of the raging winds increased, and terrifying energy surges and collisions erupted with frightening fluctuations, but Iriana felt nothing at all.

Very peaceful.

"Hello, Iliana, my name is Matthew."

Matthew's exquisite and handsome face came into view, his gaze was gentle, and his voice was so tender.

Iliana will never, ever, ever forget this moment.

This is a beautiful memory that will last a lifetime, one that can never be erased or forgotten.

Iliana wished time could stand still at this moment.

For the first time since she came to the border of hell, she felt safe and no longer had to worry about being tortured, about pain, or about fighting those terrible monsters.

There's no need to face Velasco's ugly, grotesque face.

.......

Rumble!!

The tremors at the border of hell grew louder and louder.

In a distant place, countless demons charged forward like madmen, seemingly endless in number.

What they were attacking was just a small squad of five humans.

In the canyon.

Several Asta fighters, clad in power armor, wielded various weapons, including battle axes, spears, and greatswords.

Several Asgardian warriors stood in the narrow canyon, looking up at the dense swarm of demons pouring in from the front.

A barrage of purple laser beams rained down like a storm.

However, the Astartes warriors held heavy shields as thick as doors in their left hands. The shields were engraved with exquisite patterns and shimmered with golden light, as if they were alive.

The lasers struck the shields, creating only ripples and not causing the Astartes to retreat even a step.

"One team has occupied coordinates 22X.11Z and is completing the clearing mission."

"The fourth team found the demon's lair and discovered an army of over 30,000 led by a high-ranking demon, preparing to advance."

"A monster has been spotted and is attacking. There are many monsters, and the situation is at a stalemate. We need reinforcements."

"The three teams have completed their clearing mission and are now building their camps."

"Seven teams have encountered a demonic horde, estimated to number over 200,000, and require reinforcements."

"The second team of combat cultivators is on its way."

A well-organized, concise, and precise report came from the specially designed signal receiver inside the helmet.

Report on the task using the fewest words and in the shortest amount of time.

"Team Twelve encountered a large number of demons. Based on the coordinates, the number is estimated to exceed 300,000. No reinforcements are needed," said Astartes, the tall leader wielding a battle axe, calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the demon army attacking from the front.

So he raised the Storm Shield with his left hand and slammed it inwards.

boom!!

The instant the shield collided with the ground, a surge of energy exploded out, surging out along the entire narrow canyon pass.

All the ranged dark magic unleashed by the attacking demons was crushed.

In that instant, the shields in the hands of the five Astartes instantly turned into golden particles and disappeared from their hands.

The leader, Astartes, and the Astartes beside him, holding greatswords, raised their weapons high.

Terrifying bolts of black lightning erupted from the battle axe and greatsword.

Drink~

He roared angrily.

The surging energy converged and slashed diagonally downwards from the left and right. The battle axe and the greatsword did not collide, but the two energies intertwined and merged, completing their transformation.

The raging torrent, carrying rampant Conqueror's Haki, transformed into a massive beam of energy that spun wildly as it shot out.

boom!