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The protein poison contained in the heart-shaped grass is far more deadly than the most toxic compounds toxins discovered in history. Even a trace of its juice is enough to make a person die miserably in three breaths. .

Until then, the Wakandans despaired that they had been abandoned by the Black Panther God.

For Wakabi, being abandoned by the god he believed in was the next best thing. The only one he valued most and was most loyal to was T'Challa.

However, this only hope chose a path towards death.

"I am no different from the dead, Wakabi." T'Challa said softly

"Half of my life has belonged to the land of my ancestors, and the other half has just barely stepped on the path of the living. I should have died, but I can't die yet. My people need me, and I need to live."

"Come on, Wakabi. I need your help with my new birth and baptism, and I want you to baptize me yourself."

Seeing that T'Challa had made up his mind, Wakabi could only sigh and pour down the juice from the silver pot in his hand.

Dark purple liquid dripped on T'Challa's eyebrows, and then spread throughout his body.

He closed his eyes and soaked his body in the dark pool.

He will die, he will be reborn, go through hardships, and be reborn.

Just like every mythical child.

110. God-given true king

When T'Challa opened his eyes, he was already in a 'familiar' place.

The deep purple halo from the sun to the end of the sky seems to have never changed. The lush tree is still standing in the center, and all quiet and peaceful events seem to have been stopped.

T'Challa sat down cross-legged. This is the land of the ancestors, the final destination of every Wakanda royal family who believes in the Black Panther God.

He closed his eyes, he was waiting, he was full of expectation, but also full of fear.

In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want the person he was thinking of to appear here.

Even though he missed him so much, T'Challa didn't want to see him here, either as the son of man or as the next true king of Wakanda.

"T'Challa, you're here."

A familiar voice rang in his ears, even though T'Challa prayed in his heart, it still had no effect. His face darkened, he stood up and looked at T'Chaka in front of him.

"Father……"

"None of this is your fault, T'Challa."

As if he understood what his child wanted to say, T'Chaka patted his shoulder gently, sat down side by side with him, looked at the purple sky as if time had stood still, and said lightly

"We are just powerless people who are manipulated by fate."

T'Challa's lips moved slightly. His father was once a man who did not believe in fate and opposed the worship of gods. But now, he seems to have completely changed.

Yes, when a person dies, his soul reaches the realm of the gods he once violated, and gains a new 'life' after death. Such a transformation will of course completely change a person.

"Gods don't love peace, and gods don't need our respect. Ancient One is right. For humans, every god is a fatal plague."

T'Chaka whispered words that were undoubtedly disrespectful to Bastet, but he didn't care, and neither did Bastet.

"But we have no choice, T'Challa. Our family was built on this plague called the gods. Even the Ancient One said that the earth was built on the struggle of the gods, and humans are not qualified to chase it away. Go ahead with any of the gods, or blame them.”

"Compared to us, they are the earlier and more orthodox residents on this planet, so T'Challa, don't be resentful towards them..."

"But their game has killed countless of my people." T'Challa whispered.

"The war they started burned the world, destroyed countless happiness, filled the sky with death, and sent doves of peace far away from the world..."

"But if you can't resist, just choose to endure it." T'Chaka looked at his son and said softly

"It's not that dying generously is the embodiment of courage. Sometimes abandoning face and being humble is the greater courage."

T'Challa wanted to say something more, but when he raised his head, his father's figure had disappeared into this field.

On top of the lush tree, a black panther stood quietly on the treetop, his dark golden eyes reflecting T'Challa's figure.

He took a deep breath, walked to the big tree, and slowly bent his knees to the black panther.

At this moment, royal power was once again handed over to divine authority.

The Black Panther jumped down gently, circled around T'Challa, and then turned into a ray of black light and entered T'Chaka's heart.

T'Challa's eyes widened, and his dead body once again felt the melody of his heart beating, and it was stronger than ever.

That trembling heartbeat seems to cause the rhythm of the earth, and the torrent that is driven by it to rush through the blood vessels also carries Bastet's magical power!

But, this is far from over.

"The new-born son of God also needs weapons worthy of him."

Wednesday stood in front of the new demigod with a cheerful look. He opened his palm, and a bright golden stick appeared in his palm.

It was a long gilded stick, with a roaring and ferocious evil tiger engraved on both ends, and an incomprehensible divine pattern engraved on the stick's body. Even the size and mass could be rotated at will.

That is another god of Wakanda and the weapon of Hanuman, the white ape god believed by the ape tribe, the tiger-headed wishful stick.

But Bast is still here, and Hanuman has already left the main material world. Its faith naturally belongs to Bastet's hands, and his weapons also belong to Bastet's palm.

Bastet was also troubled that she had been unable to regain the ape tribe to achieve complete rule over Wakanda, but now, this is no longer a problem.

"Gathering the gifts of the Black Panther God and the White Ape God, you will be the chosen king of Wakanda."

Mu Feng also appeared in the land of ancestors, looked at T'Challa who was kneeling, put his hand on his head, and said happily

"Come, Chosen One, just like in every mythology. Go and overthrow the villain who stole your throne, take back your country and throne, and end this farce!"

T'Challa raised his head, with deep purple arcs of electricity shining in his eyes. He grabbed the tiger-headed wishful thinking stick and stood up slowly.

In reality, T'Challa woke up from the black water. His body was covered with complex and powerful divine patterns, and his right hand was shining with golden light.

He was like a true destined king returning.

He looked at Wakabi, and the proud man knelt down unconsciously. T'Challa lowered his eyes and said softly

"Go, my high priest, and inform my guests, and inform my people."

“It’s time to take back our heritage.”

…

"Damn Terra people, I will destroy you, I will destroy every one of your cells..."

Inside the Lemuria Star, Ronan was stumbling around holding a black box and muttering as if he was having a relapse of a psychosis. He dragged his omnipotent weapon with his other hand and stumbled into a Kunming ship. inside the fighter jet.

He got away, no doubt about it.

With Tony and Steve gone, Wanda and Pietro following them, and even Black Widow and Hawkeye gone, there really isn't much in SHIELD's territory that Ronan cares about.

Oh, by the way, there are also the heroes of Hydra. But it's a pity that they are either in Wakanda, or there is no way they can deal with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Without these 'villains', SHIELD really looks as harmless as a puppy.

Ronan was able to get his omnipotent weapon and the 'Cosmic Cube' in his hand so easily because no one who could fight was at home.

If this were Ronan from before, he would probably have picked up a hammer and started killing. But now he... was frightened.

The madness of the Terra people on this backward planet scared Ronan, especially Steve, a native of his country, who almost gave him PTSD.

Of course, Ronan definitely didn't think so in his heart. All he wanted was to retreat temporarily to plan for the future and put the overall situation first.

The hatch in front of the Quinjet slowly opened, and Ronan flew out in a S.H.I.E.L.D. fighter.

Ronan, who was finally free, almost laughed uncontrollably, especially when he looked at the black box in his hand.

"The Cosmic Cube... no, the Space Stone, I finally got it!"

Ronan opened the black box, looked at the blue Rubik's Cube in the center, stroked it gently, and murmured to himself in a cold voice.

To be honest, it wasn't the gem he wanted.

Compared to the power gems, which simply and crudely give people infinite power, the use of space gems is... more strategic.

The ability to easily open portals in every corner of the universe regardless of distance is indeed very powerful, but as a member of the Accusation Group, Ronan has also read a series of information about space gems from the highest wisdom.

This is definitely not a gem that one person can easily hold and play with.

First of all, although the space gem can open any door to the universe, the premise is that you know the specific coordinates behind the door.

If you don't know the specific coordinates and teleport randomly, you know where the door will open.

There was once an advanced civilization that held the Rubik's Cube of the Universe. In an experiment, the Rubik's Cube opened the door directly into the interior of a dying star, so that the entire parent galaxy was involved in the terrifying supernova explosion and was destroyed.

This is not even the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is that the portal opened by the space gem can be 'influenced in both directions'.

You can define and open the door, and the person on the other side of the space who perceives the power of the space gem can also guide the door to bind the teleportation coordinates to his or her head.

This is also why Avengers were able to pull Loki over from the very beginning, because Thanos directly locked the coordinates of the space gem and threw Loki over.

So for Ronan and the Kree Empire, the most terrifying thing is that the space gem is anchored by some indescribable existence, and then opens the door...

For example, a certain unlucky guy brought the Cosmic Rubik's Cube back to his own planet, but only twelve hours later, the entire star system and all the living planets within a few light-years nearby were 'swallowed'... …

Therefore, even if he covets the power of the Infinity Stone, Ronan will definitely not be able to use this stone skillfully.

"It seems you escaped? Congratulations, then please put the gems here."

The lingering illusion of Loki popped up next to Ronan again. Ronan raised his hand and struck with a hammer, but it only dispersed the illusion.

"Don't be so rude, this is all an order from Thanos. Accuser, this is your only chance for revenge."

Ronan clenched his fists and said in a gloomy and cold voice

"What should I do?"

"Just put the Rubik's Cube here." Loki pointed at the space locator on the top of the Empire State Building and said with a smile.

"Just keep it simple."

"Then what will it summon? Chitauri?" Ronan said disdainfully.

It's not that he looks down on those garbage interstellar pirates, even he, as the accuser, is frightened by the crazy self-destructive spirit of the Terra people. The Chitauri... what else can they do if they come out to deliver food?

"This is something Thanos should think about. Don't think about things you shouldn't!"

Loki cut off the illusion, Ronan took a deep breath, his eyes darkened.

Although he hates the people on earth who defeated him and trampled on his honor, if there is a chance to drag Thanos into the water, he will... be very happy.

111. Miracles are not free

With the unstable portal shining with jumping arcs, Steve and his party appeared in the inner city of Jiapanluodu.

Bypassing all the external defenses of this terrifying city of steel destruction, we entered the core inner city.

"I feel more and more like we are playing an RPG game." Pietro complained

"Look, with the help of the resistance, we sneaked into the dungeon to cause destruction and so on. Next, we have to fight a few bosses and pass through several areas, and then open the door to challenge the final boss or something."

"Eric is in the throne room deep in the inner city."

T'Challa's voice was ethereal, and the divine patterns on his body shone faintly in the darkness, making him look a little more special.

"It is impossible to sneak in secretly. There are four roads leading to the highest place, and each one is correct. But if you want to open the final switch to the throne room, you need four doors to be opened at the same time."

"Isn't this an RPG game?" Pietro complained again

"Shut up, brother!" Wanda scolded her stinky brother with dissatisfaction, then stared at T'Challa and said

"How can we trust you? You may have really been T'Challa before, but now you may be just a puppet of the god behind you?"

Wanda looked at T'Challa with eyes full of hatred and... salivation.

Hatred is the hatred that a refugee, a parentless child feels for one of the culprits of it all.

Although expressing anger is a derogatory term, in fact most human beings cannot escape the thought of expressing anger and sitting together. It is everyone's nature to completely relax their emotions and take revenge.

As for coveting, that is the coveting of the power and physical instinct of a son of God as a user of Mephisto's magic power.

But I have to say that Wanda is indeed a gifted person.

Because the powers of Cytorak, Sithorne, and Mephisto are all competing for Wanda, the three-dimensional demon gods have reached a wonderfully balanced relationship, so that Wanda can now be in a relatively balanced situation. Use the power of the three demon gods at almost no cost.

Mephisto can't be in Wanda's ear at any time, Sithorn can't affect Wanda's spirit, and Cytorak can't directly bless her.

But none of the three major dimensional demon gods are kind people, and for any of them, the power of the gods can be regarded as a delicacy...

"Just do as he says!" Steve said calmly.

"We will act separately, but T'Challa, you have to follow Pietro!"

T'Challa nodded, having no objection to this arrangement, and for others, they had no objection to Steve's idea.