His gaze swept over Ulysses Crowe and the others in front of him.

Emir Chang knew very well that the people were not really willing to cooperate with him, and the reason why he was so obedient was simply because he was afraid of his scarab.

But, it didn't matter, all he needed was their strength.

"T'Chaca!"

Thinking of this king, who had made the decision to expel himself from the tribe, a fierce color flashed in the eyes of the Emir of Chang.

In the next moment, scarabs in the sky emerged from his body, and under the frightened gaze of Ulysses Crow and others, they turned into a dense black mist and disappeared without a trace.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

Gazing at the vanishing black mist, a mercenary approached Ulysses Crowe.

"What else can I do, of course, just do what the guy says."

Clutching his bitten arm, Ulysses Crowe's face paled.

The scarab beetle that Emir left behind above his head was undoubtedly the best threat, even if the worm had not moved since the other man left. However, Ulysses Crowe still did not dare to act rashly, after all, he did not dare to use his own life to block.

"Still ......"

Gritting his teeth, Ulysses Crowe looked down at his flesh-and-blood severed arm, and said with a hideous face: "Why don't you hurry up and find someone to show me, won't this damn old guy simply threaten first." ”

Cursing in a low voice, Ulysses Crowe immediately thought of the scarab that was still on his head, and the expression on his face immediately turned into a forced smile, and he carefully explained: "Well, you know, I just complained casually, and I didn't mean to say that unintentionally......"

……

The black insect mist formed by the dense scarab beetle in his body envelops his body.

In the middle of the desert, the expression on Chang Emir's face suddenly changed.

Immediately afterward, the whole body fell from the air as if uncontrollably.

Bang –

"Ahem......"

Stretching out his arm from the deep pit full of gravel, Chang Emir's body was not too damaged because of the protection of the scarab beetle and the cushioning of the sand.

However, the rapid disappearance of the scarab beetle on his body made Chang Emir's face gloomy a lot.

He could clearly feel that with the disappearance of the scarab beetle, the seemingly incomparably powerful power he had previously controlled had also begun to gradually decline.

"I warned you a long time ago......"

At this moment, the pitch-black [Scarab Mark] on the back of Chang Emir's hand began to glow red, and a majestic voice sounded from the depths of his mind.

"The power of the scarab beetle is not endless, no, it should be said that for me, the power of the scarab is endless, but as a mere mortal, your fragile body has become the limit of the scarab's power, once the power of the [scarab beetle mark] is overused, this will happen. So, remember my humble servant, I still have important things to think of for you to do, but I don't want you to die in the extraction of the power of the scarab beetle because of your stupidity......"

"If that's the case, when you die, your soul will definitely not end well......"

"I see, Great High Priest, that I was a little too impulsive."

Although he knew that what was left on the [Scarab Mark] on his palm was only a trace of Immorton's consciousness that had been sealed in the pyramid.

However, Chang Emir still did not dare to show any transgression.

"Please forgive me for my ignorance."

"It is better that I do not have so much mercy to give."

The pitch-black [Scarab Mark] on the back of his hand flickered a red light again, and the voice left a huge roar in Chang Emir's mind.

Looking down at the [Scarab Mark] on the back of his hand that had returned to calm, Emir Chang glanced up at the desert where he had fallen.

There was a pause, and then he began to take a step and choose a direction to move forward.

With the lessons of the past and Immorton's warning, it was obvious that he did not dare to use even too much of the power of the scarab like before.

……

Wakanda, the capital of Berning Zana.

It is different from the backward and primitive African tribes that people have in the impression.

Wakanda is a technologically advanced country.

Not only do they have vibranium, the most precious metal in the world, but they also have quite advanced technology and education, and even have their own intelligence agency. If it weren't for Wakanda's isolationism, it would probably have a place in the world.

In the capital, in the Berning Zana chamber, the current King T'Chaka is listening to the report of Okoye, the captain of the pro-guard.

"Vibranium theft?"

As a king who had reigned for decades, T'Chaka had entered old age in terms of age, but his appearance still maintained that of middle age, and the gray of his temples did not give him the slightest feeling of old age, but made him look more majestic.

Sitting high on his throne as king, he heard what Okoye, the captain of the guard, had told him.

T'Chaca's gaze froze slightly.

"That's right, it's been a while now," Okoye quickly spoke, sensing the king's gaze, "There have been cases of vibranium loss in all aspects of Wakanda, and the people who stole vibranium seem to be familiar with the situation inside Wakanda, and the locations where the cases occur are often loopholes in our patrols......"

Unlike other tribes, Wakanda's guards are the king's fundamental strength, and they are selected from the various tribes to be excellent women, who are strong in battle and skilled in the use of various weapons. One of the most powerful forces in the hands of the king of Wakanda.

"It looks like there's an insider in all of this?"

The control of vibranium has always been the main policy of successive Wakanda kings.

As a result, even within Wakanda, there are extremely strict rules regarding the use of vibranium.

T'Chaka knows very well that for Wakanda, vibranium is a gift from heaven, and it is precisely because of the appearance of vibranium that Wakanda has the power that surpasses many tribes today, but even if the greatest gift will eventually be exhausted, all he can do is to make this day come as late as possible.

"I've arranged for members of the PRIDE to search for this, and I'm sure the results will come out soon."

"I hope so."

Bowing his head slightly, although the captain of the guard, Okoye, had promised that everything would soon be lonely, T'Chaka had a vague premonition in his heart that all this might not be as simple as he expected.

After explaining the recent affairs of Wakanda, T'Chaka looked at the serious-looking Okeye in front of him and suddenly changed his words, and a shallow smile appeared on his face and said, "Speaking of which, it will be the university vacation in a while, and T'Challa may come back at that time." ”

T'Challa apparently had high expectations for his son, T'Challa, not only by arranging for him to travel abroad to learn about the civilizations of the outside world, but also by trying to educate him about all the history of Wakanda, including the legend of the tribe's most important patron god, the panther.

"Really?!"

Hearing King T'Chaka's reminder, the captain of the personal guard, Okoye, subconsciously smiled on his originally serious face, but then reacted to the situation in front of him, quickly restrained his smile, and replied seriously: "If T'Challa can come back, it will naturally be a fortunate thing for Wakanda, and I think Princess Suri should also be happy." ”

Suri is T'Challa's half-sister and one of Wakanda's top technological geniuses, and some of Wakanda's protective procedures have been upgraded by her.

At the same time, although they are half-siblings with T'Challa, the relationship between the two is extremely deep, and there is no gap.

Hearing Okoye mention his daughter, the original smile on T'Chaka's face became a little thicker.

Standing up from the throne, he looked at the huge patronus carved behind him, and said with a silent expression: "Do you know, Okoye, the development of this world is even faster than we imagined, although the technology of Wakanda on the earth is not inferior to that of any country, but this is only the earth, everything that happened in New York made me wake up, in the face of threats beyond the stars, whether it is New York or Wakanda, there is not much difference, so I sent T'Challa to the United Kingdom, I hope to change T'Challa's perspective on the world and lead Wakanda to change......"

"But what if Wakanda doesn't need to change?"

As the King's Guard, Okoye had absolutely no objection to T'Chaka's actions, but she was still a little apprehensive about the change in the King's mouth.

"With Wakanda's technology, even if it is an enemy from outside the sky, we can fight against it."

"The world is bigger than you think, and even on Earth I don't think Wakanda can overcome everything." As a king, T'Chaka has enough channels to keep him aware of the changes in the outside world, the Avengers, the Hydra, and even more flying beings, and in the face of these strange and terrifying powers, even as the guardian of the whole of Wakanda, T'Chaka is not confident enough.

"The next world may be a time of rapid change, so Okoye, you have to be prepared to deal with these changes, T'Challa is good enough but he is still young after all, what I can do is to pave the way for him as much as possible, so that he has enough time to lead Wakanda to a new path."

T'Chaka thought he had plenty of time to prepare for his son.

However, he had absolutely no idea that there would be less time than he had imagined.

……

Late at night, Wakanda.

Ulysses Crowe wrapped his injured arm and looked out at the brightly lit Wakanda capital, Berning Zana, not far away.

The mercenary team behind him was fully equipped, and the expressions on their faces were full of evil.

"Damn."

Ulysses Crowe frowned at the constant pain from the severed arm, although he was able to avoid subsequent wound infections through simple bandaging and treatment, but the feeling of losing an arm still filled Ulysses Crowe's heart with resentment, he knew very well that his arm would never come back, after all, he had seen his arm devoured by the damned scarab beetles.

Thinking of the sharp pain of the scarab beetle devouring his arm at that time, Ulysses Crowe's body subconsciously shivered again.

He raised his eyes and thought of the scarab that was still waiting quietly above his head, and all thoughts of resentment and revenge disappeared in his heart.

Maybe I can go and install a robotic arm, like Stark's Iron Suit?

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Ulysses Crowe looked at his severed arm and thought bitterly for a moment.

"Boss, our people are ready, when exactly will we start moving?"

Looking up at Ulysses Crow, who was silent in front of him, one of the leading mercenaries couldn't help but ask.

"Do you really want to act?"

Ulysses Crowe glanced at him coldly when he was asked by his men.

To tell the truth, Ulysses Crowe was a thousand and a hundred unwilling in his heart for this operation.

After all, as long as he takes action, no matter what the outcome is, it is impossible for his original vibranium business to continue. Even if Ulysses Crowe has accumulated a large amount of vibranium resources in his hands with past channels, who would think that his goods are too small to do business, especially such valuable resources as vibranium, no matter how much Ulysses Crowe feels is not enough.

Although he was reluctant in his heart, considering his own life, Ulysses Crowe obediently chose to cooperate.

"It's just, that guy, why don't you ...... yet"

Thinking of the outcome he would face, Ulysses Crowe swept over the mercenaries behind him with some irritability, and complained unconsciously.

However, before he could finish his complaint, the next moment, from the place where everyone was hiding, the sound of squirming suddenly remembered.

Then, under the gaze of Ulysses Crowe, a large number of pitch-black bugs emerged.

Seeing these scarab beetles pouring out, whether it was Ulysses Crow or the mercenaries who had experienced it before, their faces unconsciously showed stiff expressions.

Pulling the corners of his stiff mouth and revealing a reluctant smile, Ulysses Crowe looked at the figure that appeared from the direction of the scarab beetle, and hurriedly raised his remaining arm and stepped forward and said, "You came just in time, we are just ready, just waiting for you to give the order to start the operation." ”

Although, in fact, Ulysses Crow and the others had been waiting here for nearly half an hour, but in the face of the numerous scarab beetles in front of him, he still decisively made a welcome against his will.