"Hmph, very well, you have succeeded in provoking me, stupid mortal, mortal who does not know what to live or die for, and as punishment, I will withdraw the power given to you until you realize how stupid your actions are, and pray to me!"

In the antique shop, Li Ran's inner thoughts flashed.

On the other side, Immorton, who was attached to the back of Chang Emir's hand, immediately let out a cold snort.

Immediately afterward, the obstinate Chang Emir found that the powerful power that had originally emerged in his body began to weaken in an instant, and the pitch-black [Scarab Mark] imprinted on the back of his hand also faded, and finally only turned into a faint mark that remained on his hand.

"No, High Priestess, just give me a little more time, a little more!"

Feeling his control over the scarab beetle waning, the excited expression on Emir's face changed.

Then he came to his senses, and his actions were obviously angry at the power of the pyramid.

It's just that, looking at T'Chaka in front of him, there is still a little unwilling look in his eyes.

By the very least, he would be able to accomplish the revenge he had dreamed of for years.

"Weakened?"

The transformation of Chang Emir was not only him, but also Tčaka, who had been subjected to the attack of the scarab beetle on the other side, apparently noticed something unusual.

Although the joints are not known, this does not prevent T'Chaka from counterattacking.

Waving his sharp claws to penetrate the layers of scarabs wrapped in front of him, T'Chaka used his pale eyes to lock on to the emir of Chang who seemed to be distracted in front of him, and then the vibranium additional cushion on the sole of the boot instantly changed its frequency, breaking through the encirclement of the scarab beetle and turning into a pitch-black shadow and rushing in front of Emir.

"What?!"

Looking at T'Chaka, who had broken through the scarab beetle, Chang Emir's panicked emotions due to the dissipation of the power in his body instantly turned into panic, and with the only bit of [scarab mark] remaining on the back of his hand, he controlled the scarab beetle not far away to make a defensive posture.

However, obviously, without the powerful power supply of the [Scarab Mark], Emir Chang's weak power alone could not easily control the Scarab to make rapid defenses.

Although the flight speed of the scarab beetle is not weak, it is obviously half a beat slower compared to T'Chaca's rapid attack.

In the blink of an eye, Techaka, dressed in a vibranium uniform, had already rushed in front of Chang Emir, waving his claws, and the sharp metal claw tips of his fingertips emitted a jet-black luster in the moonlight, and fiercely grabbed Chang Emir's face.

"Ah......h

T'Chaka clawed down, accompanied by a splatter of blood.

Emir of Chang clutched his face and let out a terrible scream, and he felt that his left eye had been completely blinded under T'Chaka's claws.

It was at this time that the scarab beetle under the control of the last remaining force of his operation returned to Chang Emir and wrapped it up.

"I'll be back, T'Chaca, and when the time comes, it's going to be the time of the end of Wakanda."

Covering his wounded face, Emir Chang looked at T'Chaka in front of him, and the only thing left in his eyes flashed with astonishing hatred.

In the next moment, controlling the scarab beetle on his body, Chang Emir climbed into the air with difficulty, and finally disappeared into the dark night sky.

Just kidding, without the power of the scarab, he is just an ordinary person.

Especially under the power extraction of the [Scarab Mark], Chang Emir's body may not even be as good as an ordinary person.

Under such circumstances, he had no intention of continuing the fight with T'Chaka.

After all, he came to Wakanda to keep, not to die.

"What is this?"

Emir's escape was not only a surprise to T'Chaka, but also a surprise to the mercenaries in Wakanda, who had been forced to attack, dumbfounded.

Looking at the vanishing figure of Emir Chang, Ulysses Crowe twitched the corners of his mouth.

Turning his head to look at T'Chaka in front of him, Ulysses Crowe quickly reacted, and it was not a good time to be in a daze.

Even Emir Chang, who has such a powerful power, is not the opponent of the Black Panthers, let alone these mercenaries, knowing this, Ulysses Crowe's face immediately changed, and shouted: "What are you still doing in a daze, and you still don't give me a retreat, damn it, what the hell is this Emir Chang doing, he behaved so well in front of me, and as a result, he couldn't hold out for a few minutes against the Panthers......"

"King, why don't you go after these damned invaders?"

Using her spear to barely make up her grip, Okoye struggled to move her body to T'Chaka's side, and she looked at the retreating mercenaries with a puzzled look on her face.

In her opinion, even the most threatening Chang Emir was repelled by T'Chaka, and it would be no trouble for T'Chaka to deal with some of the mercenaries in front of her.

"The situation doesn't fit, and it's ......"

In response to Okoye's question, T'Chaca's silent voice came from under the panther's mask.

As the last retreating mercenary disappeared outside the range of Wakanda's territory, T'Chaka, who had always maintained an attacking stance, shook his body and fell to his knees suddenly.

"King T'Chaca?!"

Seeing T'Chaka's appearance, Okoye realized that it was not that the king was unwilling to pursue the mercenaries who offended Wakanda, but that his situation did not support such an approach.

Wheezing, he removed the panther mask from his head, revealing T'Chaca's sweaty and tired face.

Although he has been trying to maintain his strength, T'Chaka is no longer young after all, and the years of fighting have left large and small injuries on his body. In the past, with the help of Wakanda's powerful medical technology, he was able to suppress these old wounds, but Chang Emir's attacks were clearly beyond the scope of T'Chaka's ability.

Forcibly breaking through the scarab beetle's encirclement and launching a counterattack, although it successfully repelled the emir of Chang, who had obtained mysterious powers, it also obviously affected the old wounds that had been suppressed in T'Chaka's body.

"Inform the rest of the patrol to treat the injured, including you Okoye, your injuries are serious."

After a few minutes, suppressing the pain that had erupted in his body, T'Chaka put the mask back on and transformed into the Black Panther, the patron saint of Wakanda.

As a king, he could not make mistakes, and likewise there was no time to get hurt.

Shaking to his feet, T'Chaka gave the order to Okoye, who was also scarred beside him.

With that, T'Chaka took his own steps and once again resolutely hurried towards other places that might be attacked.

"King T'Chaca."

Silently watching T'Chaka's vanishing back, Okoye glanced down at her scarred body, and at this moment she hated her weakness immensely.

As the king's most important personal guard, they cannot fight alongside the king.

……

Bang –

Controlling the only remaining scarab beetle on his body to cushion him, Chang Emir fell from mid-air and landed the ground.

Covering the scars on his face, the sharp pain coming from his face made Chang Emir's expression almost distort.

T'Chaka's claw was so powerful that the sharp tip of the claw scratched at his face and blinded one of his eyes.

"T'Chaca!"

With a deep sense of resentment on his face, Emir Chang glanced down at the faint mark on the back of his hand, twitching the corners of his eyes.

"Great, merciful, High Priest, your humble and foolish servant begs you to forgive me for my previous offending actions......"

Emir Chang is well aware that Immorton has taken no small part of the blame for the sudden turn of events into the current situation. However, Emir Chang knew better that if he lost the power of the [Scarab Mark] bestowed by Immorton, there would be no chance of revenge in the slightest.

Therefore, covering the scars of severe pain on his face, he still made a humble plea, hoping that the trace of consciousness left by Immorton in the [Scarab Mark] would forgive him for his previous actions and give his strength back.

After experiencing the scarab's mesmerizing powers, Chang Emir could no longer adjust to his now fragile body.

Inside the antique shop, feel the plea of Chang Emir.

Li Ran pursed his lips, he naturally knew that what Emir Chang had done was not really awakening, it was purely because of his desire for power.

However, it doesn't matter, the reason why he chose the other party is not to transform the other party into a good person.

In fact, using the [Scarab Mark] to show his strength on Chang Emir, Li Ran successfully made an attempt.

And got a relatively gratifying result, that is, as long as it can bring a deep enough impression, even if it is not directly revealed like Immorton, it can bring him legend. Such a result undoubtedly makes Li Ran's next way of obtaining the legend degree more diverse.

In the antique shop, Li Ran was thinking about how to use more methods to get legends.

“……”

On the other side, in the face of the emir of Chang, who was pleading with the brand on the back of his hand, Immorton, who had been silent for a long time, finally responded.

"Kindness?"

As if amused by one of Emir's words, a loud mocking laugh rang out in his head: "There are many descriptions and curses for me, but mercy is absolutely non-existent, in fact, what I have given you before is the only little mercy left. ”

"High Priestess!"

Chang Emir wondered if Immorton was merciful, and when he heard the disappearing voice sound again, a trace of fluctuation finally appeared on his distorted face.

"Truth be told, stupid servant, I am quite dissatisfied with your previous actions, and your ignorance has even made me wonder if it is right to give you power......

"Please don't doubt it, Great High Priest, my previous actions were completely carried away by the powerful power you gave, I hope you can forgive me for the mistake of such a humble existence, after all, for the great you, it is only an insignificant power, but for the humble me, it is already a powerful force that cannot be reached in a lifetime, I believe that in the face of this unparalleled power, no matter how firm the existence will be shaken, but now I am different, I swear, There won't be anything like the previous one......"

It can be seen that Chang Emir is obviously afraid.

As the old saying goes, only when you lose it do you know how to cherish it.

It was precisely because he had felt the incomparable power in the [Scarab Mark] that Chang Emir felt extremely painful about losing this power.

"Do you think I'll believe you, my stupid servant, on the basis of what you say alone?"

"In fact, for me, your so-called revenge doesn't seem to be a problem at all, all I care about is your ignorance, after I gave you such great power, you still only think about revenge in front of you."

"I have disappointed you, Great High Priest."

"Now, you have experienced the failure of revenge, if you still hope to obtain the power of the [Scarab Mark] again, then, with the pain of this failure, leave here and go elsewhere, I can feel that the opportunity for me to break through the seal is somewhere."

Raising his hand, he touched his own eyeball, which had been scratched under the panther's claws.

Turning his remaining eyes, relying only on the gaze of one eye, still made it difficult for Chang Emir to use.

Immorton's order to let him go was not what Emir Chang had hoped for.

Now his heart is filled with new hatred and old hatred, and if he can, he even wants to attack Wakanda as soon as he regains his strength.

However, thinking of the previous scene when the power of the [Scarab Mark] disappeared, Chang Emir's expression couldn't help but fall silent.

The power of the [Scarab Mark] was his only chance for revenge.

If he loses this opportunity, he will have no chance of fighting back against Wakanda and T'Chaka at all.

“……”

Therefore, after a long silence, Emir Chang still suppressed the hatred in his heart, gritted his teeth, and said: "If all this is what you expect, High Priest, then, as your humble servant, what is my position against it, everything is as you wish. ”

"Very well, I hope this time, you don't let me down again, stupid mortal, my patience is limited."

As the roaring voice fell, the vague imprint on the back of his hand became clear again under the one-eyed gaze of Emir Chang, and then he felt the power dissipated in his body return.

With a wave of an arm, the scarab beetle that had dissipated once again appeared on its own, surrounding him, showing the same freewheeling control as before.

Feeling the power of the [Scarab Mark] regained, this time Emir Chang did not dare to make the slightest mistake, he put on a respectful expression, and replied to the voice in his head: "Thank you, Great High Priest, I promise, I will not let you down again." ”

"I hope so."

In response, a cold snort came from Emir Chang's mind, which made his brain tingle.

"So, High Priest, what is the place you are talking about?"

Enduring the sting, Emir Chang continued to ask respectfully.

As he asked, Immorton showed up the location that had been prepared in his mind.

"It's ......"

Looking at the location that Immorton had informed, Emir Chang's face subconsciously showed a look of surprise.

“…… New York? ”