Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

Odin, the king of the gods, wears armor all the time.

The cards are in place.

However, compared to Odin's vast wealth and power, Matthew's situation seemed rather meager.

We need to find an opportunity to thoroughly refine it.

These thoughts flashed through his mind as he stood amidst the chaotic starry sky, in the space between dimensions, facing Dormammu, whose head was formed from classic energy.

Compared to the last time, Dormammu's power is much greater this time.

The level of oppression and the sense of pressure are incomparable.

Fortunately, Matthew has the support of Hell's Border. Although it is outside Hell's Border, it has not completely left, so he can still mobilize a considerable amount of power to fight against it.

So what he was facing was not despair.

His pupils glowed red, and an overwhelming, domineering will was brewing within them.

Matthew raised his hand and stretched it out, then suddenly flung it to the side, and countless red and black lightning bolts exploded in his hand in an instant.

Boom!

A domineering red and black lightning bolt instantly covered the starry sky.

"Dormammu, come and fight!!"

His voice, filled with soaring fighting spirit, was like thunder, shaking the starry sky.

Both Matthew and Dormammu knew very well that this would be a protracted war.

At this level, it's wishful thinking to expect to defeat your opponent in a short time.

...

Deep beneath the abyss on the border of hell.

On a desolate lava plain, a figure fell from the sky like a cannonball, crashing heavily to the ground. A large area of ​​ground within a radius of tens of meters was dented, and lava splashed everywhere.

As the molten lava fell, the figure straightened up.

Clad in deep blue powered armor, with a helmet and goggles gleaming gold, the outfit exudes a complex metallic aesthetic that blends the coldness of old-fashioned armor with the technology of the future.

Standing over two meters tall, he was as imposing as a mountain when he stood upright.

He held a double-headed battle axe in his hand, with drops of green blood still visible on the blade. His armor was covered in green bloodstains, which slowly slid down the armor.

He looked up at the sky, and not far away, a huge and hideous head fell from the sky and crashed down.

Further away, a headless corpse over a hundred meters long collapsed to its knees on the ground.

It kicked up clouds of dust and produced a tremendous roar.

He stood there for two seconds, tilting his head slightly, coldly scanning the surroundings as if observing whether there was still any threat.

"Congratulations, recruit Piot, you have killed a mid-level monster and completed the block clearing mission. Your power armor is 13% damaged, vital signs are normal, and hunger is 46%. Please return to camp to rest."

A gentle female voice came from beside me.

It is the Astartes Data Area Network's artificial intelligence.

It specifically provides Astartes Chapter support information and data via links.

The powered armor is equipped with a life detection device that can monitor the soldier's vital signs in real time and provide timely alerts.

"Activate teleportation."

"Camp One has completed authorization and location tracking. Teleportation has been initiated."

As the gentle female voice finished speaking, a portal suddenly opened ahead, spewing sparks, and Piot, a new recruit of Astartes, stepped heavily inside.

After crossing, everything blurred before my eyes. Although it was still the border of hell, it was now on the surface of the border of hell.

This is a huge camp that has been set up.

The sky was filled with transport planes, the camp had set up portable housing structures, and a large number of logistics staff were seen coming and going.

Motorized transport vehicles transport supplies and move goods.

In addition, he saw several portals sparking with fire open not far away, from which several Astartes or Raven Warriors wearing power armor emerged.

This is a dedicated teleportation zone, specifically for transporting warriors returning to their battle groups.

Although some of it is man-made, Piot and his companions heard from the older generation of warriors that the Technological and Grey Knights Chapter were discussing the development of an independent teleportation system.

A specialized teleportation technology could be developed, so that even if combat cultivators no longer needed to open teleportation portals, they could do so at any time.

There is no shortage of energy, but it will take some time to develop it.

After all, this is a complete teleportation system that provides logistics, combat, and civilian services, and it is very complex.

As Piot stepped out, a voice reached his ears.

"Piot?"

Piot turned his head and saw Astartes, who had just returned and was wearing power armor, and Raven Warriors, who were wearing red windbreaker combat suits.

He had clearly just finished cleaning up the area, just like him.

The Astartes warrior had already removed his helmet and was tucked under his arm. He was a very young, handsome white man with a buzz cut and blond hair.

Additionally, the Raven Warrior has a bronze skin and is of Samoan descent. Despite her youthful appearance, she is actually a mercenary nearing thirty.

Piotr recognized the two men because all three were new recruits.

However, Piotr needs to be updated a bit.

They fought side by side when they were fighting on the frontier.

“Mike.”

"Jasmine."

Piot removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm, while the double-headed battle axe in his left hand had been stored in the magical space dedicated to Astartes.

The power armor is engraved with magical storage runes, which he can summon, retrieve, or store at any time simply by thinking about it.

"Hey Piotr, what a coincidence, wanna go together?"

Chapter 319 The Terra Empire, as Positive as the Rising Sun (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Mike and Jasmine's auras were somewhat turbulent, as hot as a volcano that had just erupted.

The former's power armor, like Piot's, was stained with blood, while Jasmine's was quite clean. After all, the Raven combat suit had a powerful automatic cleaning function, and the Raven Warriors' fighting style was different from that of ground heavy armor spearheads.

Their absolute speed and agility make them more like assassins.

Equipped with two power-converting guns, the main strategy for eliminating enemies is elegance, leaving no trace of the enemy.

"Tsk, the aura is so strong, the battle must be intense?"

The eldest, Jasmine, led the two outside like a big sister, clicking her tongue in amazement as she looked at Piotr.

The latter scratched the back of his head with an honest expression and said with a smile, "There are quite a few monsters in my cleanup area."

"I can tell."

Rumble~

As soon as Jasmine finished speaking, the border of hell trembled violently, and a surging, overwhelming aura rushed from the sky, so powerful that it was terrifying.

They could even see molten lava gushing out from the ground in the distance outside the camp.

Fortunately, a blue light shield immediately rose inside the camp, protecting it from disturbance.

But the noise still made the three of them stop and look up at the sky.

Although the sky above the border of hell remained empty, the three of them could still sense an indescribable power through their Observation Haki.

Profound, dark, and domineering.

It's more like a clash between two wills beyond our comprehension.

Any one of them could easily obliterate any one of them.

"How many days has it been?"

"Day 10".

Molly and Mike gasped. Not to mention Mike, even Molly, a mercenary who had experienced countless dark times and great things, was still unable to calm the shock in her heart.

"This is the great and omnipotent Heavenly Father. Even though we are separated by one dimension, we can still feel the difference. It is truly admirable."

Jasmine's eyes revealed a look of longing.

Ten days ago, Dormammu descended, and Emperor Matthew met him without hesitation, fighting him for ten whole days outside the Hell Frontier Dimension.

Although all three were new recruits, they were no longer complete novices.

I have learned a lot of knowledge and have a better understanding of what Dormammu is.

Even in Hell, Dormammu is overwhelmingly powerful.

The ruler of the Dark Dimension, a demon god of T1 level in a single universe.

However, they repeatedly suffered setbacks at the hands of their own emperor.

There is pride, of course, but more than that, there is a sense of entitlement, a feeling that only arises after truly understanding Matthew's past achievements.

This understanding is ingrained in our very being.

That's how a great emperor should be.

After a moment of longing, the three composed themselves and continued walking side by side, encountering many support staff members along the way who looked at them with envy and respect.

The logistics staff didn't disturb them; that's the rule.

Normally, given their rank and authority, they would certainly salute Astartes and Raven Chapter warriors. However, during wartime, these formalities would be waived unless there was something important to discuss.

The three walked into one of the buildings in the camp, under the watchful eyes of the support staff.

It's a single-story building, but it's very spacious, about the size of seven or eight football fields.

Here, Piotr and Mike parted ways with Jasmine.

Piot and Mike need to remove and return the power armor. The power armor has super protective capabilities that the Raven and Grey Knights do not have, but as pure physical cultivators who face battle head-on, they will inevitably suffer some damage after multiple battles.

The power armor itself contains shape memory metal synthesized by the materials department, which can self-repair, but the magical runes and psionic runes on the power armor need to be inspected.

This is something that cannot be taken lightly.

Everyone on Terra is responsible for the life of every Astartes warrior. If even the slightest mistake in this regard leads to dire consequences, the price to be paid is unimaginable.

It's necessary to go to court.

The warriors of Astartes must also be responsible for their own lives.

After completing the return process, Piotr and Mike went to the public bathhouse and took a long, hot shower.

After changing into a clean and simple set of clothes, I went to the cafeteria to meet up with Jasmine, who had also taken a shower.

Upon arriving at the cafeteria, they sat in their assigned seats, where a sumptuous meal had already been prepared for them by the cafeteria service area.

In fact, nutritional supplements can quickly replenish their energy and solve their hunger.

But satisfying one's appetite can also be a form of mental relaxation.

Nutritional potions can be used during combat and training, but under normal circumstances, Terra will provide fresh food to satisfy hunger in the way a normal person would eat.

The food was plentiful.

A whole head of cattle or sheep, as well as seafood, vegetables, and more are all available, and can even be specially customized according to individual tastes and styles.

It can perfectly suit everyone's taste to the greatest extent.

This is the logistical support provided to the soldiers of the three major battle groups.

The configuration is fully optimized.

After several days of non-stop fighting, the three enjoyed this meal immensely, devouring roast meat, pizza, and roast chicken while sipping on ice-cold beer or juice.

They chatted while eating.