The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

On a huge semicircular stage.

A woman in a long yellow dress and a flower crown on her head acted out an opera about the destruction of an ancient royal court with a stiff expression.

She twisted her body mechanically, as if being carried by invisible threads, and was forced to make one after another, completely violating the limits of her physiological structure, and showing indescribable weird movements.

Just watching the dance makes people feel extremely uncomfortable.

As she danced, there were thousands of mummies in the theater. Their purple lips opened and closed, and from their empty throats, they emitted a chilling, creepy and weird tone.

A dusk-like light fell from the starry sky above, covering the entire theater, adding an inexplicable fear to the strange atmosphere in front of them.

The only ones awake at the scene were Black Panther and Rhodes.

However, in this weird atmosphere where everyone is crazy and I am the only one who is awake, they would rather go crazy themselves.

"T'Challa...what should we do now?!"

Rhodes swallowed crazily and looked around in horror. Fear struck from all directions, and his heart felt like it was being grasped by a big invisible hand.

The Black Panther did not answer his question, his eyes were fixed on the Black Widow, as if he wanted to see through her weird movements to see what kind of secrets they contained.

"T'Challa? T'Challa!"

When Rhodes saw his appearance, he was frightened out of his wits.

Afraid that even the black panther would be affected, he grabbed his shoulders and shook him back and forth vigorously.

In this situation, they are the only two conscious people. If even Black Panther is affected, he really doesn't know what to do!

"Stop, stop, stop! What are you going to do!"

The Black Panther was shaken so dizzy that he struggled to break away from Rhodes' hand. He looked at him with a question mark on his face and cursed: "Are you sick?"

"Is everything okay?" Rhodes immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He was not angry at all. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "I thought you were also affected. It scared me to death."

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Black Panther glared at him and said angrily: "I'm just thinking about things, I'm not affected!"

"What's the matter?" Rhodes asked.

"Wakanda's sacrificial ceremony..." Black Panther said solemnly.

Hearing this, Rhodes was speechless: "My lord prince, how long has it been? Do you still have other things on your mind?!"

"No... Rhodes, you don't understand what I mean."

Black Panther shook his head, then pointed at the people on the stage and asked: "What do you think... they are doing?"

"This...singing...dancing?"

Rhodes scratched his head. Although this scene was very strange, he still couldn't see the purpose of these actions: "Uh... I mean, like a theater show?"

"You mean, the owner of this theater did everything possible to invite us to watch the show?!" Black Panther twitched the corner of his mouth and almost knelt down to Rhodes.

How big of a brain do you have to think like this?

Is this guy...really a colonel from the Ministry of Defense? Did he get in through the back door?

As if sensing the doubt in Black Panther's eyes, Rhodes blushed, but due to his skin color, no one could notice. He coughed twice: "Ahem, just kidding, I don't think it's that simple.

, there must be some purpose!”

It's still nonsense...

The Black Panther was completely speechless and didn't bother to talk to him in circles. He said directly: "If you look carefully, have you noticed that their actions are very much like some kind of ritual?"

"In Wakanda, we still have ancient sacrificial rituals left behind. Every time a ritual is held, dances, songs, sacrifices, etc. are used to pray to the gods."

"I felt strange just now..."

"If it's just a play, then what are the functions of this theater, the people inside, and the ancient characters carved everywhere in it?"

"Now...I understand!"

"The theater itself, as well as the mummies inside, are necessary conditions for the ceremony, and... Natasha happens to be the key to the ceremony. It is because of her appearance that the entire ceremony is started!"

A word to wake up the dreamer!

Rhode's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes narrowed, he slapped his head and shouted loudly: "Yeah, why didn't I think of that!"

But immediately, he asked doubtfully: "But... if it is a ceremony, what is the purpose of their ceremony? To offer sacrifices? To pray for a miracle? Or something else?"

"If only it were that simple..."

The Black Panther looked bitter, shook his head, looked at the sky shrouded in dim light, and said heavily and slowly: "Have you noticed? From just now, the yellow star seems to be getting closer and closer to us...

Got it!"

As if to prove what he said.

The dim light that shrouded the entire theater became thicker at this moment, as if coated with a layer of golden light, and the expressions on everyone's faces seemed to become sacred.

Gudong!

Rhodes swallowed hard, raised his stiff head little by little, and looked at the deep starry sky above his head.

A yellow star is very close in front of you.

The weight of the star was so astonishing that the surrounding space was distorted, as if it could not bear the force of its fall.

The incomprehensible murmurs became clearer in their ears as the star approached, and each word was deeply imprinted in their hearts.

The ruins of a city they had never seen before gradually came into view in the dim light of stars.

"Karl... Ksar..."

Although they had never seen it before, they shouted out the name of that ruin from the bottom of their hearts, the ruins of an ancient city, the kingdom of destruction mentioned in the drama.

"Wait... Rhodes, do you still remember what was said after Carcosa was mentioned in the drama just now?" Black Panther seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly pulled Rhodes and asked.

"It seems..." Rhodes frowned, digging into the memories in his mind, and murmured: "What kind of lost Carcosa, whose singing cannot be known... or something like that?"

"Then if... the lost city reappears, then in the drama... will the god... whom the king prays to... appear?!" Black Panther Tong Kong trembled and asked a terrifying question.

Rhodes seemed to realize what he wanted to say.

"Quickly... destroy the ceremony!

!”

The two of them turned their attention to the stage in unison.

However, the moment the two of them looked at each other, they saw that the woman on the stage had stopped dancing at some point, rolled her eyes, and looked directly at them.

"Lost Carcosa

Songs that no one listens to

ruined city

will be heard on Lake Harry

the great king in yellow

she is listening

she is watching

She...will come back eventually!"

"The King in Yellow!"

"The indescribable!"

"Lord of the Deep Space Star Sea!"

"The Old One... Hastur!

"

Amidst thousands of almost crazy calls, under the dim light, a figure wearing a ragged and broken yellow robe appeared in front of them on the theater stage, like a ghost!

At this moment, everyone except Black Panther and Rhodes were bathed in yellow light, and a yellow mark appeared on their foreheads.

…

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Within the Stark Group of Companies.

Black Panther, Rhodes, and Black Widow stood there abruptly, their expressions dull and stiff, their eyes closed as if they were dreaming.

"In dreams...sleep."

A figure in the shadow sneered: "The moment you wake up, it will be the day when the glory of our Lord covers the earth and the Skrull rises."

"The next step...is the final obstacle!"

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