Marvel: Sign-In System – Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

A hundred years, a thousand years, or ten thousand years were all the same to them.

Yet for Matthew, it was entirely different.

In the time it took those Hell Lords to take a nap, Matthew could already complete another leap in his evolution.

One blink, and he would take a massive step forward.

A few more blinks, a few more naps, and they would suddenly realize in shock that Matthew had already grown into a colossal existence.

By then, they would no longer be observing the gentlemanly Matthew.

Instead, they would be praying that His Majesty the Emperor never turned his gaze toward them.

Seeing Matthew's confident expression, the Ancient One gently shook her head.

She believed that his confidence was not arrogance, but a terrifying reality.

A reality that ordinary power could no longer reverse.

And the Ancient One herself had played a part in creating that irreversible reality.

After all, if some Hell Lord truly developed thoughts they should not have, she would not simply stand by and watch.

If things really came to that, the Ancient One would be the first to rush in and wipe those fellows out.

She had already invested far too much into Matthew to let everything go to waste now.

More importantly, the Ancient One had begun to seriously suspect something.

Had Matthew become an anchor point for this universe?

If that anchor disappeared, what would happen to the universe itself?

The more she thought about it, the more unsettling the possibility became.

That was why the Ancient One was perfectly willing to act as Matthew's caretaker. More than anything, she was afraid that if something happened to the little guy, the entire universe might end up being buried with him.

Life is never easy... the Ancient One sighed inwardly.

Matthew gave her a suspicious look. He had the feeling that his number-one supporter was thinking about something unpleasant.

The annoying part was that even his Observation Haki could not read the Ancient One's emotions.

Seriously irritating~~

The thoughts of his number-one supporter were far too complicated.

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Terra's Great Crusade had already caused a massive uproar across the entire world.

Once again, everyone turned their attention toward Terra.

That was because the Great Crusade was not limited to letting the public watch the initial deployment.

Special miniature cameras had been embedded into the Astartes' power armor in Limbo, while additional footage was captured from high-altitude aerial viewpoints.

A large amount of material was recorded.

After being edited, the footage was distributed to television stations and social media platforms around the world.

For the first time, people were able to see what Hell truly looked like.

The entire realm was a crimson inferno, filled with jagged black rock, rivers of lava, sulfurous ravines, and scorching red mist. The air itself seemed saturated with the wailing of tormented spirits.

Even through the footage alone, people could glimpse some of the most terrifying scenes Hell had to offer.

And it matched almost perfectly with what people had always imagined Hell to be.

The first-person footage from the Astartes was especially vivid—so vivid that simply watching it was enough to make people feel genuine fear.

In the footage, countless demons poured through canyons and tunnel passages, blotting out the sky in numbers dense enough to make anyone with trypophobia faint on the spot.

Yet the Astartes showed just how powerful they were.

Armed with battle-axes, spears, or great cross-shaped swords, most Astartes fought in squads of only five, sometimes even four or three, against endless hordes of demons.

Despite the overwhelming difference in numbers, the result was completely one-sided.

Every movement of the Astartes embodied humanity's ultimate fantasy of violent beauty.

Whether seen from their first-person cameras or from third-person aerial footage, it was clear that every punch they threw could create a sonic boom, and their movement speed began at the speed of sound.

Faced with entire demon armies, the Astartes charged without fear and plunged straight into their ranks.

With nanosecond-level reaction speed, combined with power armor that looked bulky and heavy but was actually astonishingly fast and agile, they could easily evade every attack the demons threw at them.

Then came the counterattack.

A single strike would take off a demon's head or cleave its body apart.

Violence and bloodshed—this was the aesthetic of the Astartes.

They were powerful, the most brutal form of heavy armor on the battlefield. Every charge, every swing of a weapon, killed demons in the cruelest and bloodiest way possible.

They were as cold as machines, seemingly without emotion, carrying out only the most precise and perfectly measured acts of slaughter and dismemberment.

People around the world who admired violent aesthetics practically came to see the Astartes as the perfect warrior warband.

Every video was flooded with praise and fanaticism.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Look at them! They're slaughter machines! They don't get tired! They're treating those ugly demon bastards like lambs and butchering them!"

"This is so brutal! Damn it, I'm losing my mind! They're absolutely perfect!"

"This is better than every movie the entertainment industry has ever made. They're exactly what I imagined the perfect warrior would look like. They are the Astartes."

"Kill them! Kill every last one of those bastards! Humans will never be food for those things. No one gets to look down on humanity!"

"Astartes! This is what the Astartes are—the most perfect warrior warband of the Terra Empire."

"Humanity actually has warriors this powerful? Look at them! Three soldiers—three fucking soldiers—and they slaughtered more demons than anyone could count. How long have they been fighting? Has anyone even calculated it?"

"Now these are human soldiers. Those damn American troops who only know how to bully the weak should've been shown what real warriors look like a long time ago."

"I'm in love with them. Seriously. They're beautiful."

And it was not just the Astartes.

There were also the Ravens and the Grey Knights, those battle-brothers.

The female warriors in red long coats displayed a completely different kind of beauty.

Speed and elegance.

Unlike the Astartes, whose combat style was pure violence and bloody slaughter, the Ravens served as battlefield rangers. They were the fewest in number.

Most operated alone, moving constantly across the battlefield. With their precise vision and incredible speed, they tore across the field and divided the fighting into one sector after another.

Within the areas that became their own hunting grounds, they were grim reapers raising their scythes.

They moved tirelessly through the heart of the battlefield, and no matter how dense the demonic tide became, they could always identify the leaders hidden within the enemy forces with perfect accuracy.

Then, relying on absolute speed, they would charge straight into the formation. The demons could not even touch them before they raised their swords and pierced the heads of the demon leaders in an instant.

Against the demons rushing toward them, they moved like one graceful martial artist after another, wielding twin guns and pulling the triggers with precise elegance, shattering demon skulls one after another.

Then they would break away from the demon army with ease and immediately rush toward the next battlefield to kill the next demon leader.

The Astartes would take over the demons they left behind.

As for the battle-brothers, their role was even simpler and far more spectacular.

The Grey Knights were positioned as long-range magical artillery support on the battlefield. They would hold a designated area and wait for the Astartes to call for them.

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