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Following the first cry of someone in the crowd, roars and roars rang out one after another, as if to show that they were more righteous and moral, each curse word became more unpleasant than the last.

Okoye's face looked ugly. She couldn't bear the insults these idiots had made to Wakanda, especially her master. But T'Challa grabbed Okoye who was about to have a seizure and said calmly

"Let them scold you."

A king will not care about the insults of others, and criticism is the cornerstone of progress. What's more, T'Challa, who has studied abroad in London for several years, knows it very well.

Each of these seemingly massive demonstrations and protests is vulnerable to a single blow!

As the Wakandan guards following Okoye fell, the clamoring voices suddenly became quieter.

These elite Wakandan warriors wearing vibranium armor and meticulous expressions exuded a vague murderous aura, which silenced this group of demons who could only protest.

They may have just remembered at this time that Black Panther is not an American, he is a Wakandan, and it is not impossible for him to kill them all here.

Okoye glanced indifferently at the group of guys who had been clamoring and shouting NO just now, but now they were shushing, and snorted disdainfully.

T'Challa walked into the court venue, and the guard stepped forward to stop Okoye. T'Challa said calmly:

"Just wait outside."

No one in this world will bring their own private army to a trial, and proper compliance with the rules is not a sign of weakness for Wakanda.

Moreover, T'Challa is not helpless. With the detection skills of this group of people, even if he were stripped naked, they wouldn't know where he hid his defensive means.

Facing countless wary eyes, T'Challa walked up to the dock calmly. Looking around, he saw that all the people standing in that row were well-known barristers.

These guys are working to brand T'Challa as a criminal against humanity, and then logically demand an apology from Wakanda.

In the jury seat, commotion sounded. Looking closely, the jury seat was filled with surviving political figures and family members of the dead big shots.

After seeing T'Challa, they all started buzzing like flies at the sight of carrion.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The judge struck the hammer solemnly a few times, looked at T'Challa, and said seriously

"Mr. T'Challa, you have been accused of crimes against humanity, massacre, possession of weapons of mass destruction... and other serious violations of international law! Do you have any excuse for this?"

T'Challa didn't look sideways and said calmly.

"Your Honor, I..."

Before T'Challa could finish his words, a burst of explosive flames suddenly engulfed him in the dock at his feet!

Raging flames and explosive air waves swept through the entire court, and the demonstrators outside the court screamed and fell to the ground. Okoye and others who were waiting outside rushed in instantly.

"I'm fine!"

Under the blazing fire, T'Challa walked out wearing a Black Panther armor. He took off his helmet, but his expression was extremely ugly.

The explosives under his feet escaped the detection of his vibranium technology, and now...it's over!

After an explosion, he was the only defendant to survive. This incident was really like yellow mud falling into his crotch. If it wasn't SHI, it was SHI!

But thinking of a more serious problem, T'Challa's expression changed sharply and he roared

"Let's go back to Wakanda!"

"Great Black Panther God, please guide our way forward..."

Shaman Zu Li, as always, humbly prayed for guidance to the Black Panther they believed in, to the real god.

As a priest, Zu Li can enter the realm of the Black Panther God more easily than others, even the crown prince of Wakanda.

There is no need to take heart-shaped grass juice. In fact, taking heart-shaped grass is just a trick for those mortals without 'talent' to enter this spiritual realm.

Zu Li, as the priest of the Black Panther God and a priest who could borrow the power of the god in a sense, naturally did not need something like the Heart-Shaped Grass.

When he closed his eyes and opened them again, Zu Li's spiritual body had entered this purple misty realm.

As confused and quiet as ever, on top of the big tree surrounded by countless heart-shaped grasses, the Black Panther God stood there quietly.

Or...that's how it should be.

The purple and misty sky was filled with lightning and thunder at this moment. Countless lightnings tore through the sky, tearing the tranquility of this realm to pieces!

And on the big tree surrounded by countless heart-shaped grasses, there is no figure of the Black Panther God. Instead, under your big tree, a strange old man is leaning there, holding... a black cat in his arms.

"Who are you?"

Zu Li looked at the man in front of him warily and angrily. For him who believed in the Black Panther God, having other mages invade the god's dimension was simply the greatest blasphemy and insult!

"Ah, are you the human spokesperson Bastet chose?"

Wednesday stroked the black cat in his arms, looked at Zu Li, and smiled softly.

"Who am I? I am the person behind your belief in the deity, her friend, the one who delivers her orders."

The black cat in his arms meowed softly, but that sound made Zu Li tremble and fall to his knees in fear.

Priests and priests who accept the power of the gods are not qualified to resist the gods.

"Come, Bastet, tell your shepherds our will."

Wednesday dropped Bastet in his arms, pointed at Zu Li who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled wildly.

"Zuli, go tell everyone! Wakanda needs a war!"

"In the name of the Black Panther God, in the name of the White Ape God, in the name of Bastet, in the name of...the God of Fear Hulk!"

Zu Li raised his head in confusion. He slowly turned back, because the huge shadow cast on him made him shudder.

Then, he saw a figure that looked like the embodiment of fear.

The strong body of pale green is covered in a pair of silver-black armor that seems to be fused with the scales of countless giant snakes. The muscular arms and limbs are covered with blasphemous runes, and on his body covered by the giant snake On the face covered by the shaped helmet, the dazzling silver runes shone even more.

Zu Li opened his mouth slightly. As a shaman, he was quite involved in the knowledge of mysticism. Wakanda is also the first mortal country among humans to know Asgard, so he also recognizes the rune.

These countless runes contain only one true meaning - fear.

Its shape, existence, and essence all reveal the true meaning of fear.

Bring fear, trembling, terror to people! This tall voice seems to be the embodiment of fear - no, he is the God of Fear!

"In his name, in the name of Bastet, let's start a war." The Black Panther God stared at the shrinking Zu Li, with his proud head held high, and said in a cold voice

"This war is dedicated to the gods!"

64. Fight for the throne

"Our motherland, Wakanda, is the most powerful country in the world!"

"Our motherland, Wakanda, has technology that far exceeds that of all countries in the world!"

"We Wakandans are the ones who should stand on top of the world!"

"T'Chaka is too conservative, and T'Challa's training is too stupid! Our compatriots with the same skin color were oppressed by the Europeans and trafficked as slaves, but we chose to sit here just across the water. Watch it all happen!”

"Those white people and those colonial bandits should pay a bloody price for their actions!"

"Wakanda forever!!!"

With hot sweat flowing all over his body, Eric Stevens opened his eyes and looked at himself in the mirror in silence.

The body with bulging muscles like black steel was covered with wounds everywhere, bruises and burns caused by bullets, scars cut by knives, and traces of flames.

These are the proofs and honors he left on the battlefield and the results he left in Afghanistan as a member of JSOC, the U.S. Special Operations Joint Command.

By helping the country that he hates and hates the most and killing the miserable citizens who invaded the country, the trauma left on his body is also a badge of honor that belongs to Eric in his heart. .

His killings on the Afghan battlefield were brutal and efficient, and for this reason he was nicknamed a murderer. He helps the country he hates and hates, just to satisfy his desire to kill and the pursuit of skill honing.

In other words, it was his request for fighting.

Only between life and death can his skills be honed. Only by dancing on the tip of the knife can he gain the power to dominate life and death. Only under the greatest pressure can a person burst out with unprecedented powerful instincts.

He needs strength, he needs skills, he needs everything that can strengthen him.

Just to satisfy my father's last wish, just to fulfill the diligent persuasion from my father that echoes in my mind all the time.

Wakanda should be on top of the world.

He must return to Wakanda, his homeland, and take back everything that belongs to him. Then make Wakanda the most powerful country in the world.

No longer follow the stupid principle of closing the country to show weakness, but win all this with their identity, wisdom, and skills!

Eric panted slowly, and he touched the scar in the center of his abdomen. What left this scarlet scar was not a blade or a bullet, but a laser.

"Do you really hate those slave traders?"

A low, mocking laugh rang in Eric's ears, and he looked towards the shadows. In the darkness, Mu Feng, holding a Rubik's Cube and wearing a priest's robe, walked out with a smile.

"Shouldn't I hate it?" Eric said coldly

"Of course, you should. Isn't the Black Lives Matter movement that is spreading throughout white countries based on this position?" Mu Feng said with a smile.

These black people making trouble are actually using the banner of legitimate issues left over from history. The triangular trade started by the Portuguese and Spanish brought these black people from Africa to the world, allowing them to start a century of slavery.

It can be said that most of the black patriarchs living in various parts of Europe are slaves who were captured and enslaved. Because of this historical issue, after the Cold War, the Western world where leftist thought, reflectionism and understanding thinking were rampant, used this banner to cause trouble. The Negroes have tried and failed.

Human beings like to show their compassion and compassion as much as possible without harming their own interests. Such indulgences have finally turned this movement to pursue historical issues into a kind of political correctness, which should be People like the Black Panthers who correctly led this movement died in mysterious circumstances.

But to put it bluntly, this is a business.

Like women's boxing, small animal protection, and ecological protection, it is an out-and-out business.

How many of those black people making trouble have been to Africa? How many people really know what happened to their ancestors? Many of them may not even know who their fathers are, and they are even less likely to have any sense of belonging to Africa.

For upper-class white people, Black Lives Matter is a business and a means to divide the lower classes. The repeated riots cannot change any social status issues of black people, they will only wear down others' patience towards them again and again.

Organizations such as the Black Panther Party that truly fight for black rights and strive to improve their status will naturally disappear without a trace.

"But it's just a business. It shouts about justice and righteousness, but in essence it's just a business." Mu Feng chuckled.

"Mr. Stevens, you grew up in Oakland, California. You've never been to Africa. In fact, you don't have sympathy for people of your skin color, do you?"

"What do you want? Power? No, you just want blood and death. You just want to make those who make you unhappy miserable."

Eric Stevens is a bad guy, and as the Panther, he is the corresponding villain in the Black Panther plot. But he is not actually an ultra-nationalist. Strictly speaking, he is an angry youth.

He actually doesn't care whether Wakanda can stand on top of the world. He just wants Wakanda to show itself and use their methods to make people who are unhappy with Eric die.

If he were to meet the standards of a leader, he would undoubtedly be on the verge of passing, but speaking as a controllable doll——

He is perfect for Wakanda now.

"The scapegoat has been found for you. Get ready to ascend the throne that belongs to you, Your Majesty Eric."

Mu Feng smiled and said

"But are you ready? Are you ready to face your cousin, the chosen king recognized by the Black Panther God?"

Eric didn't speak. He took a step back. The skin on his body seemed to be peeling off, and was replaced by a set of decorations like a dark jumpsuit.

The skin-like black armor composed of nano-vibranium covered his body, but what appeared on his head was a pale and terrifying figure like a human skull. Scarlet light shot out from the eye sockets, and two steel The air duct connects the cheeks from the neck.

His claws oozed a frightening light green luster, and countless small liquid-flowing pipes connected the claws of his ten fingers. What was on them was a poison that surpassed all the cognition of advanced humans.

"It seems you adapted quickly." Mu Feng said with a smile.

"But you might... no, you probably won't survive more than three years."

After Mufeng found Eric Stevens, he was given a choice to strengthen his abilities.

Mu Feng performed his duties as a grandfather perfectly, and he was more competent than most grandfathers - he gave Eric many choices.

The future Golden Leopard did not hesitate to choose the most dangerous, quick and extreme transformation plan.

Allen Iverson Assassin Transformation

This technology comes from the Warhammer 40K universe, and the goal of strengthening it is to transform the subject into the most extreme killing weapon of the Assassin Court - the Iverson Assassin.

Although called an assassin, Iverson is a one-time strategic weapon used by the Assassin Court to achieve 100% annihilation of the target area. It is almost impossible for this extreme assassin to be used again, and the planet where the Iverson Assassin is thrown will most likely have the only Iverson Assassin left in the end.

They are cold-blooded and crazy warriors whose bodies have been modified to become more powerful than the Space Marines. What is running in their bodies is no longer blood but dozens of compound pharmaceuticals, including norepinephrine, epinephrine, and other primitive human hormones.

But what’s more, they are terrifying hormones that are difficult to understand with common sense and technology. These things stimulate the bodies of the Iverson assassins every moment, allowing their already powerful bodies that surpass those of space warriors to emit terrifying combat power that is even ten times greater than their own!

Not only that, Iverson's assassin's brain has been injected and educated with a lot of information, and the processing speed is comparable to that of a super computer. Even though it is essentially a crazy killing machine, its own skills and instant calculation capabilities are beyond imagination!

Of course, due to the lack of details in the deduction technology and the substitution of many materials, the final product cannot be compared to the original version.

But compared to the original version, it is relatively safer and more controllable.

The experimental subject transformed by the Iverson assassin rewritten by Mu Feng will have its lifespan reduced to a maximum of three years, and its physical fitness will be greatly improved. The mixed hormone potion that replaces the whole body's blood to allow the body to function ensures its terrifying combat effectiveness. It also completely deprived him of most of his normal human body functions.

What replaces it is a body that never tires. Twenty-four hours of high-intensity fighting will not cause any fatigue, and all pain and attacks will be transformed into the gentlest caress under the influence of hormones that completely replace blood in the body.