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Chapter 358: The Wakanda Rebellion (2)

"I know that every small country in Africa has its helplessness," Banner's voice echoed in the laboratory. He said, "I have conducted several scientific expeditions to Africa and stayed in East Africa for a long time. It was not a pleasant experience."

"Although the words are a bit harsh, most countries in the world do not have the ability to resist risks. Any collapse in any link will lead to a comprehensive collapse," Connors continued.

"Wakanda is already the most advanced country in Africa," Schiller, who was sitting next to the computer at the experimental table, said. "It is a modern high-tech country with independent weapons and even super soldiers. The only drawback is that it relies too much on the same resource."

"But this cannot be said to be a disadvantage. They were born in a rich land and have no reason not to use the resources that are easily available to them to strengthen themselves."

"How do you plan to deal with this problem?" Connors looked at Schiller and said, "I heard that you guys have formed a Radiance Alliance. To be honest, if it weren't for Professor Xavier in this alliance, I would strongly oppose you guys gathering together..."

Schiller smiled and said, "If Molten Steel is really an alloy invented by Stark himself, then Wakanda is really in danger."

"You know, although Stark is very emotional in some ways, when it comes to the interests of all mankind, even if he has a good relationship with T'Challa, he will not hold back. Once Stark goes all out, Vibranium will really have no place to stand."

Connors frowned and looked at Schiller, "Are you saying that Molten Steel is not an alloy invented by Stark?"

"That's right, it is actually a kind of natural mineral from outer space."

"Impossible." Banner immediately refuted Schiller, "Any mineral cannot be in that state when it is mined from the rock layer. Even Vibranium needs to be refined before it can be used."

"In fact, Molten Steel has been refined, but the thing that refines it is a kind of energy called Meltfire Energy. You can understand this as a kind of magic-like energy. The mining and smelting of this mineral are carried out simultaneously..."

Looking at Schiller's expression, Connors suddenly had a bad premonition. He said, "It seems that your story of going to the Andromeda Galaxy is very exciting. Can you tell us about it?"

At the same time, Stark was still on the phone with T'Challa. After listening to the story of Sulphur Dwarf, T'Challa also felt very emotional. He said, "I have known for a long time that the people of Wakanda attach too much importance to this resource. They think that this is the root of our difference from other African countries. They think that if we lose Vibranium, we will lose everything."

"In a sense, this is not wrong, but without wise decisions and foresight, such a small country cannot keep this important resource at all. My ancestors and fathers have been working hard for this."

"I think you are right. Wakanda ultimately needs to get rid of this resource dependence. The key is still on me and my people."

T'Challa is a very open-minded person. He is good at listening to other people's opinions. Every time Stark chats with him, he feels relaxed. He said, "I think the key should be on you, T'Challa. Haven't you noticed? Everyone who talks to you will have a good impression of Wakanda. You know, Stark is not easy to praise someone..."

T'Challa smiled and said, "Of course, I know. I am honored to receive praise from the world's most brilliant scientist. Well, although the current situation is difficult, I think I have a way to turn the situation around. We cannot rely on others for a long time. Wakanda will definitely find its own way and will not repeat the mistakes of that civilization you mentioned."

"Well, good luck to you. I look forward to the day when you become the emperor of Africa."

"Oh, don't say that," T'Challa laughed harder. He thought Stark was joking and said, "Although Wakanda is the most developed country in Africa, our facilities are good, and our army is strong, we have never thought of using this power to invade other countries."

"I and the former kings of Wakanda believe that our faith teaches us to use animal nature to gain powerful combat power, but it also teaches us to maintain calm and peace to preserve humanity."

Stark also felt emotional about this and said, "With a leader like you, Wakanda will go further."

"Okay, I have a lot of tasks to handle. Let's talk later." T'Challa's tone was relaxed. Obviously, Stark's words relieved his anxiety for so many days.

When he calmed down and thought about it, he also understood that the use of new materials is not that simple. At least for a period of time in the future, the vast majority of important equipment still relies on Vibranium.

Just as Stark was about to hang up the phone, he heard a loud noise from T'Challa's phone. Stark frowned and asked, "What's wrong?! Hey! T'Challa!...Black Panther! Are you okay?!"

"Erik! Get out! This is the palace, not where you should be!"

"Boom! Bang...Bang Bang!!...T'Challa! This is the people's judgment on you, you coward!"

"Erik! Stop it quickly! You will destroy Wakanda!"

"You have already destroyed Wakanda, T'Challa! Vibranium is such a precious resource, in your hands, it is a waste. You have not brought any practical benefits to the people of Wakanda with it!"

The voice from the other side was strange to Stark. The person named Erik in Black Panther T'Challa's voice seemed to be his compatriot.

"...What are you doing again? Calling those stupid American men and continuing to sell our interests? You traitor of Wakanda! I will represent the people here to judge you!"

"Stop it quickly, Erik. I am the king of Wakanda. You cannot...ugh..."

"Hey, T'Challa? T'Challa?!! What's wrong with you? Damn it! Stop it quickly!!"

"Stupid Americans, only T'Challa, the coward, would believe your nonsense. You cannot command me. I will make you pay!"

"What are you going to do? Hey! Hey!"

"Damn it..." Stark hung up the phone, stretched out his hand in mid-air, and a set of armor flew over and armed him. He was about to fly out of the window when he suddenly seemed to remember something. He thought for a moment and opened his phone. Then he called Connors and said, "Hey? Connors? You have to come and take my place. I have something to do, and I still have two research projects that haven't been completed. You'd better come quickly. I'm in a hurry..."

Connors was still listening to Schiller telling the story of human relief in the Andromeda Galaxy. Just as he heard the key part, Stark called, and he seemed to be in a hurry. Connors asked in confusion, "What's wrong? What's making you so anxious?"

"My friend was kidnapped, and the people who kidnapped him probably want to kill him. I have to go and save him!"

"Friend? Who?"

"T'Challa! Don't you remember? He is the black man who worked with us in the General Laboratory before, the king of Wakanda..."

"Oh, him!" Connors showed a sudden realization and said, "He is a good person. How could he be kidnapped?"

"I told you, he is the king of Wakanda, and someone wants to usurp the throne!"

"Well, I knew it was that set. I'll come over right away. Wait for me for a while."

Connors hung up the phone and explained the situation to the other two. Schiller frowned and said, "Is Stark planning to fly over in his own armor?"

"What else can he do? Private planes cannot reach Africa so quickly..." Connors frowned and said, "Even if he flies over in his armor, it may take a while...Oh, right, isn't there a sorcerer? I'll call Strange and ask him to send a sorcerer over to open the door for Tony."

Schiller shook his head disapprovingly. Connors thought he didn't agree with Stark going to save T'Challa and said helplessly, "Well, I know that Africa is more chaotic, and kings and leaders often change. If we go to save them one by one, it will never end, but T'Challa is indeed a good person..."

"And he is a very powerful scientist. The fact that Stark treats him so urgently fully illustrates his ability and character, right?"

"I'm not saying that I won't save him," Schiller shook his head and said, "I'm just curious why Stark would use such an inefficient method. Even if his mecha flies fast, since those kidnappers can subdue T'Challa, it would only take them a few seconds to kill him, right?"

Connors frowned tighter and tighter. Schiller said, "Call Strange, but don't ask him to send sorcerers. Let him contact Wakanda's superiors directly."

"Superiors? Does Wakanda have any superiors?"

Two minutes later, facing the three computer screens in the Sanctum Sanctorum office, Strange took out his phone and said, "Hey, I'm busy now. What's up..."

The light from the screens reflected on Strange's face, and a series of data reflected on his glasses. Many phones were placed in front of him, and they would ring from time to time. The phone he was holding now was his personal phone.

"A matter of life and death." Schiller's voice came from the phone. Strange was not surprised. He said, "Okay, I knew it was you. It's uncomfortable if you don't cause me trouble."

"Don't be like that. This time it's a serious matter." Schiller changed hands and held the phone to explain, "Do you know there is a country in Africa called Wakanda?"

"What do you mean? Do you think I'm one of those mutants? Of course, I know how many countries there are in Africa, not to mention the most famous Wakanda!"

Strange's tone was harsh. He was really busy. Schiller didn't mind. He just said, "The king of Wakanda is named T'Challa. He is Stark's friend, and he is in danger now. Stark is going to use his mecha to save him."...

"Then let him go. Why do you need to find me?... Oh, you're not trying to ask me to open a door for him again, are you? Let me emphasize again, sorcerers are not human teleportation doors. You can't ask us..."

"If that's the case, is the one calling you now Stark? He's not dumb. Why doesn't he call you himself?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Check your phone book and see if there is a demon god called Panther God. He is the god of Wakanda's faith. Talk to him and send him a quarterly free membership and a membership gift. Let him help us..."

Stark was not surprised by Schiller's strange idea. He just asked with some doubts, "Panther God? I haven't heard of this name. Is it another demon god from a remote area?"

"Wait a minute..." Strange hung up the phone, stood up, clapped his hands, and attracted the attention of all the customer service staff. He said, "Now check your communication list and see if there is a contact information for a demon god called Panther God in your phone book. I need to contact him."

"Panther God?" The people below began to whisper and discuss, some flipping through their phone pages, and some asking their colleagues. After a long time, no one stood up. Strange said, "It seems that it is indeed a demon god from a remote area."

"Okay, please try to find a way to contact him. There is a matter of life and death now, and we need his help to solve it."

The discussion below became more lively, and everyone was exchanging information, trying to find this demon god with a name they had never heard of from the demon god's network.

Finally, a female sorcerer stood up and said, "When I passed by Helioopolis, I once saw a lion. I don't know if it has anything to do with this Panther God."

"Helio... what?"

"Oh, it's the heavenly realm. Have you heard of the African god system? There should be records about them in the Kamar-Taj. The Supreme Sorcerer has also borrowed power from them. They mainly dominate the power of beasts and wildness, and some people are in charge of witchcraft."

"Okay, if you can contact that lion, ask if he knows Panther God."

"I can contact him..." The female sorcerer showed a helpless expression. Strange rarely saw this expression on the face of a sorcerer, so he asked, "What's wrong? Is there any difficulty?"

"It's just... that lion doesn't speak human language."

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