Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 173 The Public Opinion Erupts Completely, Sparking Global Discussion (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

"They're so cool. They're the bravest warriors. They saved us all. Even those guys who died were a bunch of opportunistic criminals. Innocent civilians are still alive."

"They must be messengers sent by God. They have been silently protecting us, protecting the earth, and fighting against those demons."

How do you know it's a demon?

"Please, go watch Professor Winston's videos, man. He's an expert in this field. He analyzed those videos and images frame by frame, comparing them with the Bible and other books about demons. He's confirmed that those monsters are the legendary demons."

"Shit, these armored warriors are too powerful. Every move they make carries superhuman strength, and they can easily slaughter those damned demons."

"I woke up to find that the Manhattan Invasion had gone viral online. I thought it was a trailer for some big movie, but it turns out it's real."

"Yes, man, there are videos and footage all over the internet. You can go check them out. It's really hard to imagine that there really are demons in this world."

"I'm more interested in knowing what these female warriors are. I love them; they're like Valkyries."

"Trust me, man, they were so beautiful. I was there in Manhattan. My girlfriend and I were on a date when those damn monsters attacked us. A lady in a red trench coat saved us. I'm sorry I didn't get a picture because they were so fast."

"Believe me, they must all come from the same organization. This world is not as peaceful as we think. There are demons and other terrible monsters. They are the ones who are silently protecting us."

"Perhaps mutants are demons too, so why don't those guys kill mutants?"

"Fuck, mutants are human too."

"Look at the Manhattan sky. Someone filmed something like a vortex overhead. Those demons are pouring in from there. That must be the Gates of Hell. Someone opened the Gates of Hell, but suddenly disappeared. Were they closed by those warriors?"

This scene sparked a flood of discussion posts.

This is just one example.

This major event has gone viral, becoming the biggest news story in the world ever.

At the same time, everyone is also concerned about several issues.

Were those monsters really demons? Why did their corpses suddenly disappear after the war, and where did those mysterious and powerful warriors go?

Besides demons, are there angels in this world? Are the legends in mythology true?

Immediately, all sorts of speculations emerged.

Panic, excitement, fear, and despair have spread completely.

As for the main figures in the Manhattan incident.

Nature has now completely returned to the island base.

The soldiers from both battle groups had experienced the battle of Manhattan and didn't have much emotion. They were even a little excited afterward, but they quickly calmed down.

Because it's too simple.

If it weren't for the premise of protecting innocent civilians, which made them somewhat hesitant, they probably could have killed even faster.

It's impossible to be proud.

Those demons were the lowest-level demons, monsters to ordinary people. In comparison, the two major war groups were the real monsters.

So after things calmed down, everyone returned to normal.

However, the following evening, at Matthew's command, the dinner party began.

After a fierce battle, no matter how difficult it was, a relaxed and joyful dinner party is an essential part of the experience.

As a result, the base became exceptionally lively at night.

On the crescent-shaped beach of the island, bonfires, bright lights and music equipment, beer, and a large amount of food that had been prepared in advance were all brought over.

The logistics team and chefs were not involved in this dinner.

This is a victory banquet for the two major warbands.

Although the logistics troops and cooks didn't help, they joined the dinner and enjoyed the delicious food cooked and grilled by Astartes and the ravens.

On the bustling beach, some Astartes and logistics troops, dressed in simple T-shirts, unbuttoned beach shirts, and beach shorts, were drinking beer, tearing apart roasted whole lamb or beef, and loudly boasting.

Some sat quietly in front of the campfire, listening to the noise around them and the distant waves, enjoying the atmosphere.

Some carried several bottles of wine, barefoot, walking on the beach, drinking, laughing, and chatting while stepping on the waves.

Some were playing games, some were mixing drinks at a makeshift bar, and some were singing heartily on stage with microphones, surrounded by cheers from their companions.

The youngest, Skye and Jessica, were incredibly excited and ran around everywhere.

Skye and Jessica were not ostracized because of their youth; on the contrary, everyone liked the two girls.

Whether it's Jessica, who has a fiery temper and loves to speak eloquently, or Skye, who is gentle to the point of being socially awkward, they are all their family and companions.

There's no such thing as integration.

On the entire island, everyone is part of a collective, whether it's the Astartes, the ravens, the logistics troops, the cooks, or the technology department.

It's a positive and uplifting atmosphere. Once you join, no one has any ulterior motives. They all know that everyone is a loyal warrior for the leader, striving for the same goal.

Reicher, Natasha, Nigley, Kara, Melina, and others, with the same authority of the leadership, laughed just like ordinary soldiers.

Even Matthew, the leader, joined in.

He doesn't need to distance himself from his subordinates, maintain his authority, or remain alone like other so-called leaders.

Matthew always knew one thing: to be open-minded.

All he needs to do is make himself happy.

He may have the authority of a leader when he needs it, but he doesn't need it in this way.

It won't force you to do it.

No one can force him to do this.

Everyone knows.

At a bonfire on the beach, Matthew, dressed in simple beach shorts and a shirt, fiddled with the grill, turning the bamboo skewers to ensure the skewered beef and lamb were perfectly grilled over the charcoal.

The enticing aroma of roasted meat made Matthew a little hungry.

So when the skewers were ready, I picked them up to eat, but before I could even get them to my mouth, a small, fair hand reached out and snatched them away.

Matthew turned his head in astonishment and saw Skye.

The girl smiled and gently swished the meat skewer near her mouth, and all the grilled meat on the bamboo skewer went into her mouth.

Chewing with puffed-out cheeks is quite adorable.

But in Matthew's eyes, this girl was utterly repulsive. So he shouted "Skye!" and ran over, reaching out to grab the girl's neck, ready to shake her violently and show her what the BOSS's rage was like.

The girl wasn't scared at all; she laughed and ran away.