Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 214 This is the Emperor's Mercy (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Matthew performed a miracle.

Yes, with the Grey Knights, with Nydi's healing fruits, and with his own magical prowess combined, a miracle was brought down throughout Sokovia.

This is all a show.

But it was a show that bestowed blessings upon the entire Sokovia people.

Matthew's show was even intentionally arranged by Carla to be filmed and broadcast live so that everyone in Sokovia with a television could see it.

The dandelions that Nydi collected day and night were stored away.

There are millions of them, densely packed together.

Anyway, there's plenty to collect from the strong and healthy Astartes.

All of it is for this day, this moment.

The Sokovians don't think about how they did it, and they're too lazy to think about it.

They only needed to know one thing: no matter who they were, what their status was, whether they were old, women, or children, everyone was healed from cold, disease, and hunger by the healing dandelion.

Despite the vast distances, even in the other three cities, they received the blessings.

They witnessed firsthand the miracle that brought blessings upon themselves, their families, and their friends, and that was enough for them.

Clearly, at this moment, they all knew one thing.

That was their suffering, which ended because of the Emperor and the arrival of the Emperor's warriors.

This is something all Sokovia residents have been waiting for.

At this moment, the hearts of the people completely turned to Matthew.

This is exactly the result that Matthew, Kara, Reicher, and all the other executives wanted to see.

Their occupation of Sokovia was for development, and to use it as a springboard for future expansion.

What they need is for all their subjects to be of one mind, not distrust, vigilance, and exclusion.

Whether it's Matthew, Kara, Reichel, or anyone else.

They came from different countries and different ethnic groups, but the vast majority of them were not Eastern Europeans or Sokovians.

When people try to restore their livelihoods through normal follow-up strategies, the result is often rejection.

Even in rural areas, outsiders are often rejected.

What about the Sokovians, who have suffered for over a century because of the United States and other interest groups?

Matthew, Kara, and the others all knew very well that if they didn't win back the hearts of the people...

Subsequent developments will always encounter some rejection and resistance.

Therefore, Kara, Reichel, and other high-ranking officials believed that Sokovia needed such a "show," such a miracle.

It's not just them who need it; the Sokovians need it too.

Only in this way can we win the hearts and faith of two million Sokovians in the shortest possible time.

Only then will subsequent developments accelerate rapidly on the highway.

In conclusion, Matthew and his team succeeded.

The miracle ended, Matthew left, and he did not show up.

This was partly to maintain the emperor's majesty and mystery, and partly because he himself didn't want to be exposed to the public eye, finding it troublesome.

What remained was the fervent cheers and boundless jubilation of all the Sokovians.

Many people rushed home like madmen to visit their fathers, mothers, wives, or children who were suffering from illnesses due to lack of money and medical care.

When I saw my family members' rosy faces, their healthy and lively appearance, and their confused and puzzled looks...

The Sokovians wept tears of joy as they embraced their families, recounting the miracle with tearful voices.

In a short period of time, large numbers of people poured into the streets and the central square.

Ignoring the wind and snow, they shared their joy and excitement.

There is also hope for the future.

"Praise be to Your Majesty! My daughter was seriously ill for several days, but now she's all better."

"Yes, my wife had a severe fever from the cold because there was no fuel in winter, but she's recovered now. Praise be to the Emperor."

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"That's great! Sokovia is saved! We will never have another war!"

"That's right, we have an emperor, we have a powerful army of warriors, no one can bully us anymore."

"Didn't you notice? I've seen those Astartes on TV. They're the team that fought those monsters during the Manhattan Incident. They're so powerful. My kids even said they hope to join them when they grow up."

"How do you know those warriors are called Astartes?"

"Hehe, I mustered up the courage to ask those ordinary soldiers. They were all very nice and patient, but unfortunately they didn't seem to speak much Sokovian. Luckily, I know English. He told me that those wearing power armor were Astartes, those beautiful and powerful female warriors were Ravens, and those wearing black fitted armor and hooded robes were Grey Knights."

"Yes, I asked too. They said these are the three most powerful warbands under the Emperor, each with the power to easily destroy a city. They are warriors who fight against demons."

"Demons? Are those monsters really demons?"

"I don't know, that's what they say anyway. It doesn't matter. As long as the Emperor is here and there are three major battle groups, we are safe. No one can invade us."

"Yes, praise be to the Emperor, praise be to Astartes, praise be to the Raven, praise be to the Grey Knight."

"Praise be to the Emperor."

People were no longer as repressed and resentful as before; their faces were flushed with excitement and fervor as they chattered amongst themselves.

Many of them were accompanied by their children and family members.

Light shone in everyone's eyes.

A ray of hope.

"Oh, and don't forget, we can also get free food, water, and clothing, especially for the poorest people."

"I remember, but I'm not in a hurry. I still have those things at home, and I have to give them to those poor families so that they can receive the Emperor's blessings first."

"That's right, I think so too."

"We must not cause trouble for the Emperor."

"Haha, but what's the Emperor's name? Terra? I think I heard Terra?"

"No, no, no, Terra should be the name of our empire. We can't just ask about the emperor's name like that."

"Yes, yes, yes, you can't ask casually. The emperor is great and sacred, and you can't call him by his name directly."

Amid the wind and snow, people were filled with joy. The gloom and pain had vanished, and the light of human kindness was slowly shining.

The people of Sokovia were overjoyed, but on the contrary, several other forces took notice of the miracle in Sokovia.

"So, am I watching a movie?"

In the White House, in the presidential office packed with top government officials, the US president sees a frozen image on a projection screen in front of him.

Beneath the golden, rippling ocean sky, a majestic figure veiled in gold.

Golden dandelions drifted down in dense, fluffy showers.

The scene below, set against the backdrop of the central square of Sokovia's capital, features a densely packed mass of three military regiments kneeling on one knee, along with Sokovian citizens looking up with fervent expressions, resembling a world-famous painting.

The visual impact is off the charts.

But the president just spread his hands, giving me a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"