"Ahem."
In the ancient castle, more than a hundred fully armed soldiers gathered together. They had all kinds of emotions on their faces, but other than a few who were worried, most of them were excited and agitated.
And from the conversation between these soldiers, it was not difficult to tell that they were planning a counterattack.
A counterattack against the evil gods who had taken over the land of Europe.
On the higher floors of this hidden castle, the commanders were also gathered together to discuss the counterattack plan.
"We just received the exact news! Egypt has been recovered! "
An old gentleman dressed in an unusually formal outfit with meticulously combed hair walked quickly into the meeting room. He handed his cane to the attendant, took out a few photos from his pocket, and distributed them to the other commanders. The generals stood up and nodded slightly at the old gentleman.
He was Mr. Bamont, the prime minister of England before the fall of the enemy. He was also one of the leaders of all the resistance forces still active in the fallen land. He was a true brave man.
"I just returned from North America and confirmed this news with SHIELD!"
The old gentleman took a glass of wine and took a sip happily. He said to the others, "The secret forces of Utopia have overturned the situation in Egypt. It is said that they sent out powerful warriors to kill Ra. Egypt has returned to the civilized world. The evil gods are in a panic, and most importantly …"
The old gentleman's gaze swept across the crowd in front of him. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice,
"The Alliance for the Survival of Mankind has decided that the next place to recover is the great Britain and some areas of France. They intend to form an iron curtain to seal the evil gods! Her Majesty just gave a speech in New York. She supports our righteous cause. Most importantly, Her Majesty sent a messenger to send these things back! "
As he spoke, the old gentleman took a box from his attendant, placed it on the table, and opened it.
Among them were two simple swords, a wooden battle bow, a pinewood short staff, and a broken old lance. When the other commanders saw these things, they could not help but exclaim.
"This is?"
The old gentleman nodded with a smile.
"The legendary Holy Relic! A total of five … Yes, there is no doubt! Gentlemen, they are real! Not only in Britain, but also in France, we have also found the relics of Saint Joan of Arc and the remains of the legendary Dragon Slayer Siegfried's magic sword … This is the power we can rely on, the best gift our ancestors have left for us, the disappointing descendants. "
The old gentleman reached out and picked up a blue and white sheathed longsword. He sighed with emotion and said:
"When the forces of the Demonic God swept across London, it was these heroic spirits that awakened from ancient times who saved the royal family and our higher-ups and escorted them to North America. Now, these precious forces have returned to their homeland and will lead us to victory in this righteous uprising!"
Swish!
A ray of light shone from the longsword, and the old gentleman couldn't help but take a step back. The next moment, a golden-haired female knight in heavy armor appeared in the conference room. She was already holding the holy relic longsword in her hand. The cold-looking female knight frowned and looked around. Her aura from the battlefield was like a sharp sword, making everyone around her shut their mouths tightly.
After she confirmed that there was no danger, she raised her head and looked at the old gentleman.
"Sir Barmond, where is little Elizabeth? Where is this place? "
This scene stunned the commanders who were watching, and the old gentleman hurriedly replied, "That's right.
"Her Majesty is now in the rear gathering resources for our counterattack and boosting the morale of the people. This place is a castle in the island of Ireland. My dear lady, we are about to launch a counterattack against the Demonic God, and we need you and your comrades!"
"The old land of Britain?"
The young female knight seemed to be in low spirits. She leaned on her sword and nodded. She couldn't help but look back at the scenery outside the window. The old gentleman caught her reluctance and said softly, "Don't worry, I'm not going to let you go back to the city.
"Do you need me to arrange a guide for you? This land … Although it has been out of your rule for a long time, maybe it hasn't forgotten you. "
"Then … Okay."
The female knight hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. She bowed slightly and thanked the old gentleman.
"Thank you for your trouble, Sir Barmond."
"It's what we should do!"
The old gentleman hurriedly responded respectfully. After the female knight was taken away by another experienced female agent, the atmosphere in the conference room became lively again. A general looked curiously at the Prime Minister, whose forehead was dripping with sweat, and asked, "What's the matter?
"Mr. Barmond, who is that girl? Why are you so respectful to her? Is there any relationship between her and the Queen? "
"Shh!"
The Prime Minister made a shushing gesture, and then explained in a low voice, "She is the Queen's direct ancestor. When Britain was about to be overthrown, she used the Queen's bloodline to return to the present world as a powerful Heroic Spirit to save her kingdom. As for who she is … I have already said this much. Gentlemen, haven't you figured out her identity?"
"She is … Arthur? Oh my god! The preposterous legend is true, the first king was actually a woman … "
"Alright, we can talk about the Heroic Spirits later!"
Prime Minister Barmond closed the Holy Relic box. He looked at the generals in front of him and said in a deep voice, "In this battle, we will play the role of vanguard and scout. We will guide Utopia's third and fourth legions to set up a defense line at the border and eliminate the evil gods' forces in the country. SHIELD's army will land in France, and they will be our important allies! Therefore, information sharing is necessary! "
"The Heavenly Sword Bureau and the Slavs will advance from the Caucasus Mountains and Central Asia. In the south, Utopia's secret forces have already begun attacking the Aegean Sea coast. From Ireland to the Black Sea, an iron curtain that protects human civilization is about to fall. It will isolate the cruel apocalypse of the old era from the hope of the future, and finally win us the final victory!"
"Gentlemen, the significance of this battle is no less than the Normandy landing during World War II. It is even much more serious!"
His gaze swept across everyone in front of him as he took a deep breath.
"This time, we will stake it all on one throw. If we don't win, we will die! Don't we feel ashamed when we see those evil gods wreaking havoc on our land and our homes? And now, it is time for us to regain our lost courage and glory! "
"God bless the Queen! God bless Britain! "
Europe was the region with the most severe return of faith in the world. On the current map of the war zone, it was clearly marked as a fallen area. The interior was ruled by all kinds of strange systems and forces, and contact with the outside was completely cut off. However, regardless of whether it was fear or inexplicable faith, it could only frighten some people, not all of them.
There were always some warriors who were unwilling to give in, unwilling to lose their existence and soul, resisting all of this. This had long been noticed by the civilization island that observed the world. Whether it was SHIELD or the Heavenly Sword Bureau, they had sent their best personnel to guide them and contact them. Under the chaos of mortal society that the gods disdained to observe seriously, the undercurrents that joined forces had become deeper and deeper.
And now, under the shining flag of Egypt's recovery, these undercurrents were ready for the final battle. They were like ignited sparks, either burning away the darkness of the surrounding world or completely burning themselves.
Perhaps, the survival of human civilization was supported by these true warriors.
Only under the heavy pressure of hell could the courage that shone like a rainbow burst forth its true light. Nothing could kill this great courage.
New York, SHIELD's Triangular Wing Building. This rebuilt building was a very eye-catching place in this great era. Every day, many orders about the change of the world were transmitted from this place to all parts of the world in various ways. After realizing the chaos of the world, people also regarded this place as the last guardian and lighthouse of human civilization.
Every day, many young people who were willing to sacrifice everything for victory and peace came here to enlist. Of course, in the entire North America, there were such recruitment offices in almost every city.
There was a special department in the Triangular Wing Building. It did not recruit soldiers directly. On the contrary, most ordinary people did not know of the existence of this place.
Two young and beautiful ladies were sitting in an ordinary office. They worked here and often did not meet a suitable recruiter for a day. This was normal because the name of this office was the "Superhero Registration and Recruitment Association". This place was open to superheroes who were beyond ordinary people.
To be honest, now that the war had been going on for nearly eight months, the concept of superheroes had been very strictly refined. There was no need to talk about the specific values of strength, agility, and mental strength. More importantly, superheroes must have strong willpower and self-restraint.
This was very important because superheroes often shouldered the destruction or rescue mission of infiltrating the enemy's rear. They were almost on the frontline of the battlefield facing the Demonic Gods. Anyone with weak willpower, even if they had strong strength, would find it difficult to resist the mental interference of the Demonic Gods. In the beginning, because of this reason, SHIELD lost more than 30 superheroes. They were brainwashed by divine power and became the worst opponents now.
"Ding-dong"
There was a knock on the door. Ms. Carter, who was buried in documents, raised her head, reached out to push up her eyes, and said in a deep voice,
"Come in!"
"Bang"
The door was pushed open, and a young black man in a hood walked in. He held a document in his hand that was covered with various seals. Obviously, this was a quasi-superhero who had passed the preliminary examination and reached the final step.
As one of the best agents in the world, Ms. Carter was appointed to this position definitely not just because of her husband. After the young man walked in, she had been observing him. His eyes were restrained and steady, without the slightest carelessness that lucky people often had. Most importantly, judging from his walking posture, he should have received very professional combat and combat training.
Well, he might even be a veteran.
"What's your name? Soldier. "
Ms. Carter took off her glasses and asked softly, "Where are you from?"
The young black man smiled and handed the information in his hand to Ms. Carter.
"My name is T 'Chaka, from Wakanda …"
"Wait."
Ms. Carter scanned his information and suddenly raised her head to look at T 'Chaka.
"You're a king?"
"That was in the past."
T 'Chaka said in a relaxed manner, "I just transferred the succession to the throne to my sister yesterday. After she familiarizes herself with government affairs, I'll really abdicate."
Upon hearing this answer, Ms. Carter was stunned for a moment. But after a moment, she only smiled and flipped through the information again. As she read, she asked,
As she read it, she asked, "Then what made you want to give up the power of a king and join the superhero group?"
The king pursed his lips and said softly, "My country will soon join the Human Alliance.
"My country will soon join the Alliance for the Survival of Mankind. Under such circumstances, I won't be able to help my people much even if I become a king. Looking at the world, what it needs isn't just a wise king. In fact, my younger sister is wiser than I am, and I … I feel that I should become a warrior to fight against the Evil Gods. That is the path I should take."
"As for why …"
T 'Chaka clenched the featureless cheetah tooth in his hand, which had turned dark because it was stained with enough blood. He recalled his encounter in Egypt and finally sighed.
"Because I saw a living hell. I saw kind people die tragically. I saw order and civilization being completely overturned. That shouldn't be the fate of this world!"
"I want to use my hands to put it back in place."
This answer wasn't too exaggerated. Carter Page quickly finished reading T 'Chaka's information. She reached out and held the pen beside her. She shook it in her hand, seemingly hesitant, but in the end, she closed the document and glanced at the young man in front of her. She took a deep breath and smiled.
"Then … welcome to the Avengers, Mr. Black Panther!"
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