People In Marvel, Start The Supreme Mage

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Wakanda.

Magnificent city interior.

The luster of metal permeates every corner.

The whole city is filled with a sense of technology like a future product!

Here, is where the real Wakanda is located.

Poverty is just an illusion they created for the outside world!

For thousands of years, the people of Wakanda have relied on this magical land for their survival.

At the same time, relying on the mysterious metal buried under this soil - Vibranium.

It has also developed Vibranium technology that is similar to the outside world but somewhat different!

The speed of technological development is extremely rapid, far exceeding the level of the outside world!

But, also because of Vibranium.

Wakanda has never been opened to the outside world.

Because, they know.

Vibranium, a mysterious metal, brings them infinite convenience.

Similarly, it can also bring them death!

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At the moment.

In the center of the city, huge amounts of palaces.

The current king of Wakanda, T'Chaka, was a little puzzled when he looked at the people who were tied into zongzi below him.

"Who are they?"

"An outsider who broke in unintentionally? Or..."

"Are they with the thieves?"

"thief?"

Hearing this, Kaecilius, whose face was bruised and swollen, suddenly became angry and couldn't help but speak.

"You ignorant humans, how dare you insult a noble..."

Snapped!

Behind him, a huge force struck, causing him to stagger violently.

In the stomach, the unspoken words stopped for a while.

"Can you talk nicely?!" T'Challa said seriously,

"Now in front of you is the king of this country, the leader of all people, show me some respect!"

After being kicked hard, Kaecilius immediately felt aggrieved.

Turning around, she glared at him fiercely.

"You guys, wait for me!"

"Just wait for the great Mephista to come, and you will all be my prey!"

"Crazy talk!"

On the throne, T'Chaka couldn't help but shook his head and muttered to himself.

"These people, are their brains broken?"

What about Mephista, what about Advent, who are you trying to fool?

Also, based on your bruised nose and swollen face, how convincing is there?

Turning his head, he immediately looked to the side.

"T'Challa, where did you find them?"

Hearing this, T'Challa bowed slightly, and saluted respectfully.

Although he is the king's son, the next Black Panther.

However, for his own father.

He is respected from the heart!

He will not forget etiquette because of his special status.

"In the fringe area!"

"When I found them, they seemed to be preparing some kind of ancient sacrificial ceremony!"

After speaking, T'Challa seemed to think of something.

Immediately afterwards, another sentence was added.

"They don't look like Common people!"

"Inside their bodies, there is a special energy hidden!"

"Even in a short period of time, you can use this energy to compete with our Warriors!"

Hearing this, T'Chaka was a little surprised.

There was some emotion on the old face.

"In other words, the ceremony they said is very likely to be true?"

"Yes!" T'Challa said respectfully.

Hearing his affirmative answer, King T'Chaka couldn't help frowning.

"Then, outsiders, tell me who you are!"

"Who are we?"

Hearing this, Kaecilius smiled strangely.

There was a strange light in his eyes.

"We are Heralds of Magic, disciples of Dormammu, the Great Lord of the Dark Dimension!"

"The devourer of chaos, the end of all things, the maker of history..."

"Come, follow us, mortals!"

"The great Dormammu grants you immortality..."

Accompanied by the words that Kaecilius said slowly.

Strange spiritual power gradually spread.

Looking at each other, T'Chaka's eyes couldn't help but become a little dull.

And seeing the trick succeed, Kaecilius couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

"These damned mortals dare to offend Mage!"

"After I untie the shackles, I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

He thought happily.

However, he obviously forgot that there was another person beside him!

Seeing this scene, T'Challa suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Snapped!

Another heavy kick sent him flying.

"What kind of sorcery are you using!"

T'Challa growled angrily.

And at this time.

Taking this opportunity, T'Chaka, the king who got rid of Kaecilius's control, looked a little unhappy.

Rubbing his still tingling forehead, he felt a splitting headache.

"Are you all right, Father!" T'Challa asked anxiously.

"fine!"

Suppressing the tingling in his mind, T'Chaka waved his hand.

It's just that the occasional twitches on his old face betrayed him.

T'Challa, who watched from the side, felt distressed.

Can't help burning with anger.

"These damn intruders must not be easily spared!"

"Don't be impulsive, don't forget what I taught you!"

T'Chaka stopped him.

At the same time, looking at Kaecilius below who was gnashing his teeth, he couldn't help frowning.

"They mentioned magic just now, if I heard correctly!"

"Magic?!" T'Challa was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, his face became serious.

"You mean, Kamar-Taj?"

"right!"

"Their origins are definitely related to those mysterious Mage!"

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