Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

“This is much more exciting than the NBA championship parade,” Finley said with a chuckle.

But deep down, he was happy for Matthew, for Roseco, and for all of Rachel's friends.

Initially, Finley did not accept Matthew's invitation for some reason, but later, after Matthew matured, he changed his mind, accepted the invitation, and was transferred to New York to take up a position.

In a way, he can also be considered a Terran.

Finley does not reject this.

Knowing Reich and Matthew well, he believed that before long, there would be no more Americans, and the Earth would only have Terrans.

Finley might have had some complicated feelings before, but now that's gone; all he can do is look forward to it.

Chapter 337 The Triumphant Parade Begins, with Desperate Shouts (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"NBA championship parade?"

George, unaware of Finley's inner thoughts, couldn't help but chuckle sarcastically upon hearing Finley's words.

"It's 2008 now, my dear Finley. The last time the Knicks won a championship was in the 1972-73 season. Those idiots haven't won a championship in all these decades."

"We've never enjoyed a champion's parade either."

"More than basketball, the New York Yankees and the New York Mets are the pride of New Yorkers."

George isn't exactly a die-hard basketball fan, but he does enjoy the sport in his daily life.

It's either basketball or boxing.

Baseball wasn't his hobby, but unfortunately the NBA's New York Knicks were a mess, no match for baseball powerhouses like the New York Yankees and the Mets.

Although these parades require the NYPD to deploy a significant amount of police resources, it is an honor.

It represents the honor of a city.

Unfortunately, this muddy Knicks team kept the city's fans waiting for decades without winning a championship.

Finley was amused and laughed like a pig.

"Carrie, get your camera out quickly, we're going to capture the Raven Warriors' heroic figures in a bit."

Gwen wasn't very interested in the topic of their parents' conversations and urged Carrie to hurry up.

Today she wore a stylish little T-shirt with a plaid shirt over it, paired with jeans and white sneakers, looking fashionable and youthful.

With her delicate face, it was fortunate that the young men around her were preoccupied with their impending triumph, otherwise they would definitely have tried to chat her up and Carrie.

"This is the fourth time you've asked, Gwen."

Carrie, sunglasses perched on her forehead, helplessly waved the latest designer camera in her hand, speechless at her best friend's fervor.

"That...."

Gwen ignored her best friend's helplessness and was about to say something more when suddenly a sound like a chime from an old era rang out.

Crisp and bright.

It also interrupted all the noise.

The entire city of Novigne was silenced by this sound.

Whether tourists or locals, everyone in the city kept quiet, waiting and watching.

People in other neighborhoods who cannot see Glory Plaza for the time being watch it through holographic projections or large screens made up of glass on buildings across the street.

All I could see was the Glory Square, a spacious square capable of holding tens of thousands of people.

Suddenly, the azure sky changed color, dark clouds gathered and blocked the sunlight, and a strong wind swept through, turning the dark clouds into a swirling vortex.

Within that vortex, an extremely dazzling golden beam of light burst forth, pointing directly at the wide ground that crashed into Glory Square.

Numerous magic arrays appeared on the ground of the square, their exquisite lines outlining a mysterious pattern.

The golden beam of light that fell from the sky connected with the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

One figure after another appeared: rows of Astartes clad in dark blue power armor, raven warriors in red overcoats, and grey knights slowly descending from mid-air.

Three neat square formations.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on these soldiers with fervor, excitement, and anticipation; no one was able to speak from their excitement.

Each Astartes warrior was over 1.9 meters tall, and some even reached 2 meters. Their deep blue power armor was covered with scratches of varying depths, and many parts of the armor surface bore the marks of being corroded and burned by demons. Bullet marks and claw marks were interspersed all over the shoulder armor and chest armor.

The helmet visor emitted a constant, cold light, and even when standing still, he exuded a solemn and menacing aura that seemed to have settled from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

That was the chilling sense of oppression forged from eighteen days and nights of fierce fighting and facing an endless tide of demons; it was steady and heavy, like a mountain pressing down.

Just standing still, even those watching from afar outside the square and those observing everything from outside the camera lens subconsciously held their breath.

The ravens and the grey knight battle monks were much cleaner and tidier in comparison.

But his eyes and brows also possess a unique cool and sharp quality, akin to those of a warrior in a magical battle.

The Grey Knight exuded a gentle aura, devoid of any violent malevolence. Instead, he radiated a righteous spirit that purified all darkness. His gaze was calm and profound, as if he could see through the myriad distorted illusions of hell. Every aspect of his demeanor was imbued with a steadfast determination to cleanse the darkness and protect Terra.

They are warrior monks who judge all evil.

The three formations stood side by side, their three distinct yet shared warlike qualities blending together.

There was no restless excitement in them, only the weight of returning from a bloody battle. Even when facing the cheering crowds of the city, the soldiers' backs remained straight, and their eyes shone with openness and pride.

In front of them stood the Supreme Commander, Reicher, clad in opulent golden power armor, and his deputy, Natasha, in a combination of golden half-body armor and a red overcoat.

After a moment of deathly silence in the square, a deafening roar of cheers erupted. Everyone gazed at the warriors returning triumphantly from hell, their eyes filled with fervent reverence.

"I see them, I see them! By the Emperor, I see them!"

"Our heroes have returned; they are the pride of Terra."

"No, they should be the pride of all humanity. They are both shields and blades, protecting humanity and sweeping away all enemies."

"Ahhhhh, Astartes, my Astartes, they are so tall, they are like a mountain standing there."

"Look at the weapons and armor in their hands; they are all marks of war, medals of honor."

"Ravens, so many ravens, they are so beautiful, breathtakingly beautiful."

"Grey Knights, they are the most elegant battle monks. I have seen footage of them in battle. They are Astartes, the most reliable turrets behind the Raven."

The heart-wrenching screams drove the city into a frenzy.

People waved flags representing the three major battle groups, their faces flushed as they shouted.

Through online videos, they couldn't directly experience the charisma of the warriors from the three major battle groups, but now they can.

That unparalleled sense of security washed over me.

Each of them possesses the power to easily crush the earth, destroy a building, or even a street. They are all monsters beyond human capabilities, yet no one is afraid.

Because they all knew that these powerful warriors would not turn their weapons on them.

They are the warriors who protect Terra and humanity.

Matthew, as the emperor, did not appear.

This is an honor that belongs exclusively to the warriors of the three major battle groups.

But he was watching quietly.

The sense of accomplishment I felt was beyond compare.

He might say that these warriors are far from reaching his current level, but he believes that in one year, two years, or ten years, they will become the sharpest blades in the multiverse.

A sharp blade that terrifies countless civilizations and races.

The parade began.

After Rachel extended his hand and clenched his fist, he took the first step together with Natasha.

The soldiers of the three battle groups marched forward in unison.

Chapter 338 A Visual Feast Up Close (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"It's starting! It's starting! Ahhhhhh, I see it!"

"Look, what's that? Is that a demon? It's different from what I saw in the video, these demons are huge."

"Just looking at them from afar, I felt a nameless fear. God, only our warriors could kill them so easily."

"No, it wasn't actually that easy. We only saw the soldiers' heroic side, not their wounded side."

"Yes, look at the power armor of those Astartes warriors, it's damaged everywhere, and you can even see bloodstains."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The 16,000-strong formation advanced, each step executed at the same pace. It was only thanks to the special materials used to pave the streets that the heavy, powerful Astartes warriors could withstand their steps.

The warriors of Astartes removed their helmets, revealing their faces.

This is not a military parade; it doesn't need a heavy, solemn, or dignified atmosphere to embellish its strength. They are strong enough on their own.

There was no deliberate effort to create synchronized steps, but discipline made them instinctively maintain the same rhythm.

Some of them are young, while others are already middle-aged. However, due to the injection of super soldier serum and the continuous evolution of their life levels, many soldiers over thirty years old look as if they have regressed by ten years.

However, one could still vaguely discern the differences between the older and younger soldiers in their facial features.

Older soldiers should be more reserved, while younger soldiers should be more outgoing and exuberant.

The soldiers waved to both sides. Most of them had families and friends. After eighteen days of fighting, they had returned home to see their wives, children, and friends, and their emotions were stirred up.

Forget the war, enjoy the warmth, and bask in the cheers of the people.

This is their glory.

This is the treatment they deserve.

Some people are all alone, like the former Black Widows, but unlike before, they are not alone now.

They found friends, partners, and a sense of belonging here.

These people are their family, the bonds they need to protect.

The phrase "family hero" can be used as a joke when discussing funeral arrangements, but it can also have a positive effect on people in many situations.

The reason why humans have so many complex emotions is because of the emotional connections between people.

If a person loses their emotions, they become a walking corpse.

Why did the little witch turn to the dark side so easily? Because her family died in the war when she was young, and afterwards she and her brother Pietro always used revenge as the source of their motivation to live.

As a result, she lost her brother and the lover who loved her.

After repeated periods of despair, her emotional connection was completely severed, making her highly susceptible to mental instability and prone to madness.

Terra created these powerful warriors, who are the shield of the entire Terra Empire and the sharp blade protecting the common people.

But Terra never saw these warriors merely as tools and weapons.

Brainwashing can indeed achieve the same effect, and those brainwashed soldiers are even more pure; they will obey orders and risk their lives to complete missions.

But Matthew didn't like this approach.

Essentially, the system Matthew created is also a form of brainwashing.

The theocratic system, with Matthew as the source of faith, brainwashes these warriors into becoming his most loyal and fanatical followers.

But Matthew prefers to be flexible.

He can imbue these soldiers with deeper emotions, making them understand that they are human beings, giving them a sense of belonging, and letting them know who they are protecting and who they are fighting for.

Such warriors often unleash unparalleled miracles in dire circumstances.

It's because of emotions.