Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 230 How Can the Supreme Commander of the Empire Be Without Conqueror's Haki? (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

At this moment, Rachel and Natasha felt like a small boat on a stormy sea, tossed about in a tempest, ready to capsize at any moment.

Only after directly experiencing this overwhelming aura did the two truly understand the gap between themselves and Matthew.

It is an insurmountable chasm.

The two were powerful enough that, within the entire Terra Empire, they were both certain that they were the only two strongest beings besides the Emperor.

Aside from the fact that the two were among the first to train with Matthew,

And talent.

His physical strength has long exceeded 100 tons, reaching an astonishing 160 tons, and this number is still rapidly increasing.

He possesses advanced dual-color domineering aura and is proficient in all six styles, having already grasped the ultimate secret of the six styles: Life Return.

The body has developed its own consciousness.

In addition, there are various other methods such as learning magic.

Their strength is beyond description.

But even this power seemed so insignificant in front of Matthew.

It was clearly just a seed of Conqueror's Haki.

The Conqueror's Haki contained within them suppressed their courage, or rather, Reichel and Natasha felt their will being eroded and destroyed.

However, destruction is rebirth.

The overwhelming aura and will emanating from the Conqueror's Haki seed washed over their minds, while simultaneously transmitting this power to the two of them.

Matthew watched quietly.

This time, unlike the previous transmission of the two-colored Haki seeds, it's very dangerous.

Because this is directly related to willpower.

To put it bluntly, it's about the mental world. If you're not careful, your mental world can be destroyed, and the consequences are unimaginable.

So Matthew is here to cover for us.

He needs to ensure that if anything goes wrong, he can intervene in time to stop the process.

However, Matthew believes that Rachel and Natasha will persevere and succeed.

With the experience of the first success, Matthew was able to get feedback and make subsequent corrections, making the subsequent transmission of Conqueror's Haki seeds easier and less dangerous.

The two supreme commanders of the empire will not simply fall like this.

Matthew never questioned the unwavering conviction of the two men.

Located in central Colorado, deep in the Rocky Mountains, at an altitude of nearly 3000 meters, surrounded by snow-capped mountains.

But in these very mountains, there is a small town called Saint-Elmo.

The town is surrounded by high mountains, dense pine forests, and narrow valleys, and is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

This small town is quite remote, but it has a population of around 3000, though it doesn't have a high profile in Colorado.

The architecture here has a strong 19th-century Western feel, with classic wooden cabins, shops, pubs, post offices, hotels, and the like.

However, unlike today, St. Elmo was quite well-known in the 1880s because of the gold rush that swept across America at the time.

People had mined for gold in Saint-Elmo before, which is why a large population flocked there to dig tunnels and mine for gold.

Many people made a fortune from this.

Many others gained nothing, but chose to settle in Saint-Elmo and remain there to this day.

The town has always been relatively peaceful. Life is not particularly affluent, but there are very few serious crimes.

Most of them are small-scale operations.

However, the town of Saint Elmo has not been peaceful recently because a group of people have arrived in the town, and it is this group of people who have disrupted the town's original peace.

In the afternoon, the sky was overcast and light snow was falling.

Deep in the mountains outside the town, all was quiet.

But sporadic disturbances broke the original tranquility.

"Damn, Robert, don't you think this looks a bit like a horror scene from a movie?"

"Shut up, Jackson. I'd rather fear the little darlings in the mountains than those bastards."

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"OK, whatever you say, Sheriff Robert."

"Fuck, stay alert. Don't underestimate those bastards. These damn cultists have gone mad. They're more dangerous than those drug addicts."

"Yes, sir."

Two figures wearing heavy coats, holding guns in their warm gloves, moved cautiously forward through the weeds, followed by three other people also carrying guns.

They were Sheriff Robert, Deputy Sheriff Jackson, and three officers from the St. Elmo Police Department.

Robert was a typical white hunk, with a very muscular build and a stubble on his chin, resembling a brown bear.

Everyone wore woolen hats and overcoats to withstand the low temperatures while marching in the mountains.

After walking for a long time in the dense forest, the group finally arrived at their destination.

The group hid behind the dense forest, under the bushes and trees, crouched down, and carefully picked up their binoculars to look ahead.

Ahead lies a previously abandoned and deserted mine.

But now there are some people outside the mine who shouldn't be there.

"Fuck, it's Modal, Charlie, and I also saw Molly. Those bastards really did bewitch them, fuck."

Robert saw the group of people pushing bulldozers outside the mine through his binoculars and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath; his face under his woolen hat turned ashen.

Those were originally residents of the town, but now these honest and law-abiding residents have been lured here by those damned cultists to become slaves.

The key point is that Modal and his group didn't show the slightest reluctance on their faces.

This made Robert both angry and chilled.

Those guys have only been in town for less than a month, yet they've managed to sway so many people. Based on his investigation in the town, the number is at least two hundred.

He also knew that a small number of them had their own beliefs, and were very devout.

How did those guys manage to do that?

"Robert? Those guys have a lot of big stuff. We need to go back and find more people right away." Jackson looked through his binoculars and saw that the unfamiliar guards were carrying Scorpion submachine guns and Ithaca M37s. He immediately knew that the five of them wouldn't be enough.

So he whispered the suggestion to Robert.

We need to go back and recruit more people.

Robert noticed this as well, but he didn't lose his temper and made a gesture to prepare to retreat.

However, before he could take a few steps back, Robert suddenly heard a noise around him.

A tremendous sense of unease immediately welled up within me.

He suddenly widened his eyes, scanned his surroundings warily, raised his gun, and whispered to Jackson and the others, "Someone's there, be on guard."

rustling~

A sound came from the left, and everyone heard it. At the same time, the tense police officers raised their guns and aimed them in that direction.

Soon, a figure came into everyone's view.

It was a guy wearing strange robes, dressed so lightly even in the freezing cold.

But none of that mattered. What truly terrified Robert, Jackson, and the other four officers was that the man's face was covered with countless writhing tentacles, and his eyes were cloudy.

Just one glance, that one glance and their eyes met.

Robert and the other four were already hearing strange murmurs and whispers.

The truth of all things, the universe, transcends and connects their souls, and for a time, thought and consciousness gradually become chaotic.