Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 212 Praising the Emperor, Loyal Emperor (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

There were many people coming and going inside the city hall, each carrying some documents; they were probably clerks.

Very busy.

But it's clear that it's very efficient.

This both intrigued and surprised Helmut.

Clearly, these people had done a great deal of work and preparation before occupying Sokovia.

This was not a short-lived military operation, but a power grab with long-term considerations.

He met the battle group commander.

He had a buzz cut, a burly frame nearly two meters tall, and wore a simple, thin army uniform.

It is somewhat similar to the standard uniform of the U.S. Army, but has its own unique features.

Helmut had never been seen before and did not belong to any country's army.

"Helmut Zemo, hereditary Baron of Sokovia, currently the colonel and commander of the EKO.Scorpion elite commando team."

"My name is Reicher Jack, Commander of the Astartes."

Rachel didn't waste any more words.

Start by mentioning Helmut's background, and then introduce yourself.

His style is efficient and concise, befitting a soldier.

Helmut silently sketched a profile of Reicher, standing ramrod straight with his hands behind his back, staring directly at Reicher.

On the surface, it appears calm and collected, but in reality, fear is inexplicably brewing beneath the surface.

It's like facing a natural enemy in nature.

Uncontrollable.

"Commander Lei Che."

"You have a clean background, a good reputation, and a strong sense of patriotism. More importantly, you are an elite, proficient in science and engineering, psychology, and special operations."

Reicher admired Helmut, who was not yet thirty.

Reicher, a former soldier, dislikes roundabout ways and admires capable people, while disliking useless people who occupy positions without contributing anything.

"But unfortunately, your patriotic zeal was in vain."

"I think you should know why."

"Yes, I understand perfectly well." Helmut, praised, showed no joy, only reason and composure.

However, unlike his outward composure, his pre-existing suspicions were becoming increasingly clear.

As expected, Lei Che stopped trying to hide it.

"We need your abilities, and the Emperor needs someone like you. Are you willing?"

"Emperor?"

Helmut paused for a moment upon hearing this.

"The emperor's name is Matthew, the guardian of this world."

"You should know about the Manhattan War. This world has never been just about humans; there are threats from beyond Earth. Compared to them, humanity is too weak."

The big guy has a efficient and concise work style, but he is also very patient.

hum!

Raiche raised his hand, and a holographic projection appeared on his wristwatch, with several panels of images appearing around the two of them in batches.

Helmut stared wide-eyed at the holographic images before him.

On the wasteland, a nimble and swift figure was fighting against another ugly figure that looked like a demon. Every punch and kick seemed to have the power to destroy the world.

The speed was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, and each punch-to-the-flesh collision created a ring of air.

Terrifying black and red lightning crisscrossed, while dense golden rays of light crisscrossed the air.

And the earth split open, spewing forth a torrent of fire from hell, turning the sky crimson.

Apart from this, the other scenes are the same.

In the city, monsters beyond description raged, with several Astartes in crimson power armor, a woman in a red overcoat, and several mages in yellow robes standing before them.

Brilliant magic, clad in heavy powered armor, yet every move he makes breaks the sound barrier.

All of this assaulted his visual senses.

In the past, Helmut would have simply assumed that this was footage from a film.

"This is...

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"One of them is the war between our Emperor Matthew and the Demon Lord Mephisto, the King of Hell, and the other is our battle against alien life that has invaded Earth."

Reicher gave a brief explanation and then turned off the holographic display.

Helmut took a deep breath and silently processed everything he had just witnessed.

His mind was fixed on one image: a young boy with short, black hair, wearing a black coat, confronting a demon, and his profile.

Helmut understood that the boy was the emperor that Reicher had mentioned.

Don't ask him how he guessed it.

It's just a feeling.

"Listen, I'm not going to try to convince you with lofty pronouncements about the fate of all humanity. I'll just say one thing." Rachel raised a finger, simple and direct: "The Emperor needs territory, he needs development, and he values ​​Sokovia."

"The Emperor has compassion for the suffering of the Sokovian people. We will drive away all wars, restore peace, and vigorously develop the country."

"From now on, there will be no need to worry about not having enough to eat or wear, no need to worry about a shell falling from the sky one day, no need to worry about not making money, and no need to worry about corruption."

So, are you willing to lend a hand?

After speaking, Reicher fell silent and waited for Helmut's reply.

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 well, 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 desolate state. 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 living alone 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; he spoke in the official language of Sokovia, which he 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."

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