Saber did not display his strength by projecting his power, nor did he need to do so. After going through so many things, Saber had long since passed the stage of suppressing others with his power. Standing here, he already exerted a powerful pressure that needed no explanation. Especially for Tchak, who had just suffered the pain of losing his father, this choice seemed so difficult.
He wanted to refuse directly, but seeing the six Fey Lords standing on both sides of Saber, Tchak hesitated. The Black Panther power in his body had been dispelled by a special herb, and he was just a slightly stronger ordinary person. Facing such a high-ranked demon, he had almost no hope.
"What I want to ask is, what do you want from my country?"
Prince Tchak looked at the Fourth Uncle and asked cautiously, "Do you want us to surrender directly? Or do you want us to join your war with those evil gods? Or in the worst case, destroy without any reason? "
"Your soldiers and your people are of no use to me. The civilization from which your high tech came from is not much more advanced than the civilization of this ship."
Saber said bluntly, "I only want the Soul Gem and your Vibranium resources. Other than that, there's nothing in Wakanda that I want!"
"That's impossible!"
Tchak refused immediately. At the same time, the six tall Fey Lords pointed their giant battle axes at him. The Son of the Black Panther was not afraid. He glanced at Saber's expression and explained in a deep voice, "I'm not unwilling to settle the dispute peacefully.
"It's not that I don't want to settle this peacefully. We have a lot of Vibranium resources, and it's not that we can't share them. But the problem is that the Soul Stone is Wakanda's sacred object and the foundation of Wakanda's civilization. Once it's taken away, Wakanda will cease to exist!"
"Roar!"
The nature demigod, Beast Deity Bastet, who was lying on the ground, roared at Seiber. It struggled to get up and walked to Te Chak's side. It stared at Seiber with its wise and farsighted eyes. Prince Te Chak emphasized.
"According to the Black Panther's inheritance, our God Bast is the symbol and guardian of the Sacred Stone. It guides the dead warriors to return to the most glorious grassland. Our ancestors … my father, my grandfather, that is their final destination. If you take it away, you will be destroying Wakanda!"
"That's your inheritance!"
The impatience in Saber's eyes had reached its limit. "It has nothing to do with me!"
The threat was almost undisguised. Te Chaka was so angry that his body trembled. But the next moment, Saber snapped his fingers, and hundreds of thousands of modified Monarch Planet small assault spaceships were released from the warehouse of King's Throne. In the vast sea of stars, in less than two seconds, they arranged themselves into four neat and compact attack formations around the porthole of King's Throne.
These originally remote-controlled spaceships were equipped with a super-small cockpit, in which sat a special demon from hell, Gangerg. These short imps had almost zero melee and magic abilities, but their learning ability was almost unparalleled among demons. In just a dozen days of learning, these guys had mastered the attack patterns of the spaceships.
In order to save materials, these remote-controlled spaceships were not equipped with escape devices. They were only equipped with high-power offensive weapons and low-power defensive shields. The Gangerg demons were also used as disposable cannon fodder, just like their spaceships. A complete production line of assault spaceships had been set up on a certain planet in hell. As long as there was enough material supply, a suicidal assault spaceship that could destroy a planet could be produced in two months.
But even so, when Tchak saw the endless fleet of spaceships that blotted out the sky with his own eyes, he still felt a kind of sadness from the bottom of his heart.
Facing the powerful Overlord, he and his country, which was currently in a precarious state, could neither fight nor hide. Their glorious independence could no longer be maintained. Just like what his father had said when he died, he held his hand and said:
The era of Wakanda's isolation was over. Either join the Alliance for the Survival of Mankind, or stay put and wait for death.
But everyone understood that when the time came to make a decision, it would be very difficult. In the midst of the revolution of the world, the future of an individual and a country was shrouded in an impenetrable dark cloud. Anyone would hesitate, especially a leader and a king.
"I've given you enough time!"
Saber flexed his fingers. "Now, tell me your choice."
The light from above stretched Saber's shadow long on the platform, and Prince Tchak's shadow was swallowed by the black shadow. In the end, it was as if he was completely swallowed, and he could see the shadow of himself.
He sighed and lowered his head slightly.
"Alright, as you wish. The Soulstone is under the palace of Wakanda … a place only the Black Panthers know."
The Overlord nodded with satisfaction.
"Smart choice, Tchak. Your people will be saved because of your sacrifice … Do you know? In my opinion, as long as the people of a country are still alive, there is still hope. If the people are gone … What's the point of guarding a stone? "
The prince silently turned his head to look at the depressed Black Panther Buster beside him. He reached out and stroked the Guardian's fur. He looked at Saber and said:
"But I want to personally end the feud with the usurper. I want my father to see that his son is not a coward. After that, as the last Black Panther, I will fulfill my promise!"
Saber raised an eyebrow, but in the end, he nodded.
He had no reason to reject the decision of a loser to regain his glory. This was a warrior's journey, and it should not be stopped!
That night, in the palace of Wakanda's traditional style and atmosphere, the new King, Jakada, stood on the king's balcony with a black fur cloak and a naked upper body. He looked at the land he ruled with a satisfied gaze.
As a black man who grew up in a civilized world, his first time in Wakanda was very uncomfortable. In this country, ancient traditions and unimaginable technology coexisted in a very harmonious way. This harmony was something Jakada could not understand. When he truly saw the powerful military of Wakanda, the first reaction in his mind was joy and anger!
Jakada was once an elite veteran of the United States Army. He had participated in many wars and was even given the name "Killer Demon" by his colleagues. However, no matter how cruel a killer demon was, he still almost lost his life after the arrival of the gods. He had seen many deaths in the past and present, and he also had an extreme hatred for those evil gods.
After returning to Wakanda, he saw that his uncle and the military force that could change the world were isolated in a corner. This made him very disdainful. After suffering a heavy setback from the allied forces, his uncle, the King of Wakanda, actually planned to go further into hiding. This was something Jakada could not tolerate.
He used the only identity left to him by his father to kill the old king and his son. He then inherited the throne here. He wanted to banish those gods and then … put the land under his rule!
For this, he even planned to send out a messenger to negotiate with the allied forces that besieged Wakanda. He did not care about sharing the future world with them. After all, this world was big enough for him.
In all fairness, the new King of Wakanda could become a friend of the allied forces. The problem was, his actions … might be a little too late.
Buzz!
A dark shadow broke through the darkness and appeared in the bedroom of the King of Wakanda. Jakada immediately turned around and saw the woman who seemed to be one with the darkness. She was wearing black armor and had dark mist flowing all over her body.
"Who are you? Why did you come here? "
Jakada quietly stepped back and reached for the edge of the table behind him to hold his weapon tightly. The woman did not seem to notice this small movement. She just stood there silently. When the new King tightened his grip on his weapon, her figure suddenly disappeared. When she reappeared, she was already standing at the edge of the cliff of Wakanda's mother river.
Yvette waved her left hand, and the new king, who was still dizzy from the rapid spatial transition, was thrown into the icy water. He struggled to stand up in the water and saw Prince T 'Chaka, who was supposed to be dead, standing in front of him, glaring at him with hatred.
Higher up, Saber sat on the burning throne with Sim and Drax beside him. The Overlord looked down at the two people at the edge of the cliff with a calm gaze.
"T 'Chaka, Jakada, this is between the two of you. I will be the referee to witness the succession of Wakanda's kingship. Only one of you will live. Fight for your survival!"
"You are the Overlord! Wait! "
Jakada was on the verge of going crazy. One second, he was a powerful king, and the next, he had become a gladiator fighting for his life. He recognized Seiber, and he stood in the water and yelled, "My name is Seiber.
"I am willing to surrender to you! The whole of Wakanda can be your vassal and fight those evil gods for you! I am your loyal worshipper! "
"Oh? Really? "
Seiber took a cigar from Sim and lit it in the dark. He exhaled a puff of smoke and looked at Jakada.
"Unfortunately, being worshipped by a coward does not make me happy. So, prove yourself first!"
"Awooo!"
The Panther God Bastet squatted on the other side of the mountain stream. In the cold and quiet night, it howled towards the sky. Arvette, who was standing at the edge of the stream, waved her other hand and threw a steel panther tooth necklace to Jakada. The latter caught it in his hand and wore it around his neck.
A cold black liquid covered his body at this moment. It was a Vibranium combat suit made with the special skills of Wakanda, the exclusive symbol of the Panther. Opposite him, Tchaka took out a blue heart-shaped herb from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth. As he chewed, his body was also covered with the armor of the Panther.
The two of them lowered their bodies slightly, like two hunters who were ready to hunt. The moment a fish jumped out of the water, the two figures broke through the cold water and madly pounced on each other.
"Clang clang clang clang clang"
The sparks from the collision of metal and the collision of bodies pushed the battle into a frenzy. There was no provocation, no fancy moves. The blood feud between the two could only be cleansed with the blood of the other or their own.
However, since both of them were wearing impenetrable Vibranium armor and were strengthened by the mysterious heart-shaped herb, this battle would probably last for a long time. Moreover, there was only one way to determine the final victor, and that was willpower.
But to be honest, this kind of battle that was enough to make an ordinary warrior's blood boil couldn't arouse Saber's interest at all. Even Drax was not interested in the physical collision between the two.
The level of strength was too weak. If these two were thrown into the arena of Sky Lords, they probably wouldn't even make it out of the preliminary round.
"Where is the thing I want?"
Saber looked away from the rough battle and said softly. Arvette's fingers parted the darkness and took out a small pouch. She handed it to Saber. The latter took it in his hand and opened it. He took out a herb that shone with a dim blue light.
It looked like the fruit of some kind of plant. It was full of vitality. For ordinary people, it was a treasure of heaven and earth that was hard to come by.
Saber put that thing to his mouth and took a bite. He felt some kind of bitter liquid flowing into his body. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at the remaining half of the fruit in his hand. He threw it into the pouch.
"It's a very easy to absorb energy. The advantage is that it's gentle and can be eaten and absorbed by anyone. The disadvantage is that the strengthening of the body is a little weak. This thing is very suitable for ordinary soldiers to strengthen their physique. Unfortunately … there's not enough of it."
He looked at the fruit in the pouch. Arvette had already swept through the heart-shaped herb plantation in Wakanda. In the end, she only received seven fruits. It was obviously far from enough.
Saber threw the pouch to Sim.
"Take it back to Hawkins and the others and let them study it. Then, transfer the plantation to Utopia. I believe Groot will give me a surprise."
Sim took out the piece that Boss left behind from his pouch. He awkwardly split it into two and threw half of it to Drax. He threw the blue fruit into his mouth and chewed until the juice splattered everywhere. He turned around and asked, "Are we going to move it?"
"Are we going to move it all?"
"Yes … Move it all. They don't need it anyway."
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