Chapter 361 Glory

Wakanda, a pearl standing alone on the African continent, is a beautiful city on this land that has not yet lost its wildness and barrenness, which shows the determination of human civilization to transform nature and build its own home.

Wakanda's geographical environment is not superior. Like all tropical countries, Wakanda, located in the northeast of Africa, is dry and hot all year round. Its land area is very small. Even in the fragmented territory of Africa, it is considered a small country among small countries.

The natural environment is not very good, and the human environment is even worse. Although several countries in East Africa are still competitive in Africa, they are not very good overall. The emerging Wakanda has almost no communication with neighboring countries. Whether it is the level of science and technology or the level of education, they have nothing to say to their neighbors, let alone doing business.

But Wakanda's civilization is very developed, and the adjective "very" is not an exaggeration at all. For example, Wakanda has conquered cancer many years ago, and the average life expectancy of Wakanda people is the longest in the world. They will wear a monitoring bracelet from birth to monitor their physical health. If they have any disease, they will get free medical treatment.

At the same time, their spy agency is even more outrageous. Not only can they compete with the CIA, but they have even formulated a plan to defend against the Devourer of Planets.

Not to mention the hard technology strength. They are the only country on Earth with a full-fledged fleet of spaceships. Although their fleet of spaceships is completely incomparable to the Kree's spaceships and still uses the most basic chemical fuels, it is still a powerful military force in the solar system.

At the same time. They are also a civilization that runs parallel to technology and magic. In addition to the most famous heart-shaped grass, they can obtain animal power from the sacrifice of the beast god. Their palace guards and the king's exclusive female guards all have power beyond ordinary people.

The combination of the above conditions constitutes Wakanda. To outsiders, it is simply a paradise on the African continent. Even in New York, many people think it is a paradise. Thanks to the working ability of their powerful intelligence agencies, Wakanda has a great advantage in the international public opinion field.

Even if political correctness is put aside, most of the citizens of Wakanda are also respected internationally, because their national welfare benefits are so good, and the per capita education level is ridiculously high. There are Wakandans in every top university in the world.

Their national quality is very high, they are good at making friends, and they are committed to anti-color discrimination. They have a very good reputation in the world.

However, such a country that is like a paradise in reports is not without troubles. Only after personal contact can you understand Wakanda's helplessness.

Just like all high-welfare countries, the stability of their political system depends on the welfare system, and once the welfare is reduced, unrest will follow.

What's more terrible is that the high-welfare countries in Northern Europe are complete countries, but Wakanda is a tribal alliance. Once something like this happens, the situation will only get worse.

"Eric... cough cough..." T'Challa covered his chest and half leaned against the wall. Blood flowed out from between his fingers. The whole room was filled with the smell of blood. His lips began to turn blue and his eyes were a little dazed. Obviously, he was on the verge of death due to excessive blood loss.

"T'Challa, you should repent." Another black man stood in front of him. The light from the window projected into the house and shone on his figure, making his shadow cover T'Challa's body, like a black beast that was choosing its prey.

Eric said to T'Challa in Wakanda: "I should have been the king of Wakanda! You took shortcuts in the duel and violated the code of honor of Wakanda warriors!"

T'Challa's face was calm. He cast his eyes on the spear in Eric's hand. The tip of the spear flashed with the unique luster of vibranium, but at the same time, there was some dark energy that T'Challa had never seen before.

"Eric, you converted to the evil god and betrayed our Black Panther God. You disappoint me so much, ahem..."

"You don't understand at all." Eric held the spear tightly in his hand and said, "You are trapped in this small country, trapped in this damn hopeless continent. You don't understand how vast the world is, how powerful the power is, and how much power can be used for me..."

"You control such a precious resource as vibranium, but you only use it to do some insignificant experiments, and even cooperate with those Americans. Stupid and short-sighted!"

T'Challa tilted his head back, as if this would allow him to get more oxygen. The self-healing ability brought to him by the heart-shaped grass seemed to be suppressed by an unknown force, which made his injuries worse and worse.

"You are stupid, Eric! Do you think I don't know the little tricks you are doing? Do you dare to hold the weapon your father left you and swear to me like a Wakanda warrior that you have not cooperated with those evil forces or the Americans?"

"Shut up! What right do you have to ask me to do this?! And I am different from you, I am for a greater cause..."

T'Challa showed an extremely sarcastic expression on his face. He closed his mouth and seemed not to want to talk to Eric anymore. Eric was very annoyed by his attitude and raised his spear high.

His Adam's apple kept trembling, and he seemed to be a little hesitant and afraid, but soon, as if he had thought of something, his expression became more and more fierce. The muscles in his arms exerted force, and in an instant, he stabbed hard into the air and shouted at the same time: "Hydra!"

"Bang!!!!"

The spear was blocked by a strong energy, and the reaction force made Eric fly directly out.

T'Challa had already closed his eyes, ready to face death, but suddenly, he found a familiar force surrounding him, and he said in confusion: "Your Majesty, Panther God Bast? Is that you? How come you..."

He covered his chest and tried to get up from the ground, and at this time, a familiar voice came: "If I were you, I wouldn't move around. Do you think you haven't bled enough, T'Challa?"

T'Challa's eyes widened, and he said: "Tony? Tony, is that you?"

Just as he turned his head to look for Stark's figure, a strange-shaped portal suddenly appeared in the air, and several figures came out of it, including Stark in a mecha.

Of course, it wasn't just a human figure that came out, there was also a cat shadow, or a leopard shadow. A black panther about the same size as an ordinary leopard came out of the portal, and when the tip of his tail left the portal, the portal closed.

Feeling the divine power, T'Challa coughed twice and said, "It's really His Majesty Bast. Why are you here at this time..."

No one paid attention to him, because one of the people in the windbreaker turned to look at Strange and said, "What did that person shout just now? Did I hear it right?"

"What... Hydra? Who is Hydra?" Strange was also confused. Eric's posture just now seemed to be summoning the devil to come. Strange had already pinched the defensive magic in his hands, but he just shouted a slogan and stopped.

Schiller frowned, his expression was a little serious. He said to Strange, "Open a portal to pick up Steve. If Peter is here, call him too."

Looking at Schiller's somewhat solemn expression, Strange also knew that now was not the time to joke. He opened the portal directly and left.

Stark turned to look at Eric, and he whispered, "... Hydra? Damn it..."

Schiller gave him a look, and the two spoilers instantly had a tacit understanding and did not talk about this topic anymore.

At this time, the black panther had already pressed its claws on T'Challa's chest. As a strong white force poured into T'Challa's body, his complexion began to improve significantly.

However, there was always a black energy surrounding the deepest wound. The panther tried several times, but only dispersed part of it. The rest was like a thorn in the flesh, constantly stretching T'Challa's wound.

T'Challa pressed the panther's claws with his hands, and he looked at Bast and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty, it's enough."

The panther's face showed a very human expression of disapproval. He looked a little irritable, but it couldn't be blamed.

Why this group of people appeared here with the panther god Bast, it still has to start from when they planned to enter the panther god dimension.

After Christmas, Nick Fury had a rare quiet time. This period until the beginning of next year was a rare time when he didn't have to worry about funding issues. Therefore, when he received Schiller's invitation to negotiate with the Leopard God, he agreed very readily and said that if the leopard was willing to help him solve the funding for next year, he would be a firm animal protectionist.

The combination of half Batman and Nick Fury was outstanding. These two black creatures taught the Leopard God Buster a truth, that is, black is also divided into levels. It can be black, but not too black, and the face and heart cannot be black at the same time...

Not long after the two entered the Leopard God dimension, they were thrown out. Buster agreed to allow people of other skin colors to enter his dimension for the first time, and then Schiller went in...

Of course, Schiller knew that saving people was important, so he pulled Strange to sell the Leopard God a two-hour membership package, and then explained his purpose and asked Buster to save T'Challa.

Fortunately, the time flow rate in the dimension where the Leopard God is located is different from that outside, so only a dozen seconds have passed in reality.

Eric, who attacked T'Challa, happened to be a villain who died because of his talkativeness. After seriously injuring T'Challa, he did not pursue him but started to attack him, so the rescue team just caught up with him at the moment of action.

The Leopard God was studying the dark energy on T'Challa's chest, but T'Challa had already stood up. When the Leopard God turned around, he saw the spear that was bounced out by his defensive power.

On the tip of the spear, there was a flash of ominous dark power, and the top seemed to be shining with a strange light, as if it was poisoned.

The Leopard God walked over and sniffed the spear with his nose. He showed a confused expression. At this moment, with a "thump", T'Challa, who had just stood up, fell to the ground again.

"Hahahaha, he's dead! I smeared poison on it, no one can save him!" Eric shouted.

Stark showed a contemptuous expression. At this time, the Leopard God had already jumped to T'Challa's side. He used that strange power to merge into T'Challa's body, but after a while, the Leopard God looked down in confusion and glanced at his claws.

Stark saw the Leopard God's actions and realized that something was wrong. He hurried over, half-knelt down, and checked T'Challa's situation.

Because T'Challa was dark-skinned, he couldn't see the condition of his skin. Stark opened the arm device of the mecha, inserted a probe into T'Challa's body, and turned on the scanner with his other hand.

As soon as the scanner was turned on, Jarvis sounded the alarm: "Warning! Warning! Life is in danger, unknown toxin is being cracked... cannot be cracked..."

"Collect blood for analysis."

"Analyzing... no results." Jarvis explained: "From the data, this is not any toxin known to humans, its composition is unknown, and the cracking of the composition is blocked by a mysterious force. Perhaps a higher-power device is needed..."

At this time, Jarvis sounded two more alarms and said: "Please take treatment as soon as possible, otherwise the other party may die immediately..."

Stark pounded the floor, he stood up, stretched out his hand to pull out the energy core in his chest, and replaced it with a higher-power core to forcibly crack the composition.

At this time, the Leopard God shook his tail, and T'Challa disappeared directly. Then he slapped the ground with his claws, and several people returned to his circle. Schiller looked down at the surroundings, looked at the Leopard God and said: "Did you stop the time here?"

The Leopard God growled, then walked to T'Challa's side, and the leopard face showed a thinking expression very similar to that of humans.

"It seems to be about those mystical things again." Stark tilted his head, and Schiller said to Stark: "You should have heard what that person shouted just now?... Hydra."

Stark turned his head and looked into the distance. There was an endless grassland. A horn with a wild atmosphere came from afar, and the light and shadow of this ancient land rolled in front of his eyes.

Stark said in a low voice: "The universe is not omniscient and omnipotent, but in the countless stories I have seen, this name has been mentioned countless times, like a cancer attached to the earth."

"I didn't ask you that question before, because I think since you have chosen an attitude, it proves that you should have the answer, but now I still have to ask, have you seen your parents'..."

"I saw it." Stark answered this question directly for the first time, and he continued: "... But not only my parents, when several stories came to an end, the parents of thousands of people died in an instant."

Stark's voice became heavier and heavier, like the sound of wind passing low in the wilderness.

"They didn't leave a huge fortune, nor did they leave their children anything to survive. They just disappeared quietly."

Stark was a little dazed, as if recalling those scenes. He said: "... There was no will, no relics, no cause of death, and no one would explain to those children why their parents died..."

Stark squinted his eyes because of the dazzling sunlight on the grassland. The light in his vision became blurred. He said: "It's ridiculous to say that it was these tragedies that stopped me."

"At the moment when I was about to become the only one, I saw the truth of Howard's death. At that moment, I wanted to make that state permanent and then destroy all the people involved. I knew that as long as I did that, no one could escape..."

"But soon, the endings of these stories flooded into my mind, completely defeating my anger at that moment, and I felt desperate for it."

Stark closed his eyes, and several deep ravines appeared between his eyebrows, making his expression look a little painful.

"Feeling the layers of endless, irreversible tragedy in an instant almost made me collapse."

"So, you chose..."

"No." Stark took a deep breath again, his chest rose and fell, and then he calmed down. He said: "Remember the questions you asked Jarvis and me before?"

"In that moment of choice, I thought, if Howard saw all this, what would he do?"

"...He is a complete rotten man, not a good father, but he will stop all this at all costs." Stark said almost gritting his teeth.

"This is us, this is Stark."

Schiller looked into Stark's eyes, where he saw a special light, different from other superheroes, there was no humility, simplicity and kindness, only almost arrogant pride.

Schiller patted his shoulder and said: "If Stark can remain indifferent after seeing all this, and is willing to add another straw of civil war to the situation of human danger, then he is not you."

"However, you can also change your mindset." Schiller still planned to fulfill his duties and said, "You have also suffered the same situation. It was the military that provoked the war, and you are just a weapons seller. Even if there are arms dealers who provoke wars to make a fortune, it is not you, but in the end, all the blame is on you."

"Just like what I said when you wanted to close the weapons department, don't blame a gun. Even if you want to judge the gun, you must first kill the person holding the gun. Otherwise, how do you know if he will hold the gun and shoot you again?"

Schiller set his eyes on the unconscious and dying T'Challa, and Stark followed his gaze. His His eyes began to grow deeper and deeper, and he said, "Maybe... you are right."

"Now, they fired another shot, and pulled the trigger in front of me. I almost lost another important friend for this..."

After that, Stark turned and walked towards the portal he came in from. As he walked, he said, "This tells me a truth. If I don't take action, their bullets are endless."

On this fictional grassland, the light is always strong. When it shines on Stark's mecha, the metal reflects the shining light, but Schiller prefers to believe that it is Stark himself who is shining, because of his innate sense of mission and responsibility.

It is also because of the extraordinary brilliance of these people who are called heroes, who have experienced all the ordinary joys, sorrows, anger and happiness.

The big event is over, but not completely over.