In Cairo, Egypt, apart from the royal city of the apocalypse, the ruins of the barren and dilapidated city are being cleaned and rebuilt step by step with the help of Egypt's barely cobbled together government and the international community.

Under this catastrophe, the ancient city of Cairo was littered with corpses and corpses.

The official supernatural forces and organizations of various countries, as well as the relatively orderly groups of hidden supernatural forces around the world, all came to the Pyramid King City on time at the invitation of James Howlett.

In addition to the stationing place of these extraordinary organizations, the vast Wangcheng Square is also crowded with mutants and wealthy people with considerable energy or power, and even has all the necessary conditions such as food and drink in an orderly manner.

No one will refuse to observe this unique super "event" in the history of human civilization, the world of supernatural forces that was once half-hidden and half-hidden, almost naked in front of all mankind.

.........

"Father, there are so many people here..."

A quick-eyed black boy dressed in a checkered striped tribal costume walked like his father, T'Chaka, in traditional Wakanda's leather tying shoes, to the outer circle of the Central Pyramid Palace, where the queue was unusually long.

The boy tilted his head to look at the man guarding at the entrance, dressed in a dark blue combat uniform, although not as magical as his father's panther armor, but powerful enough.

An executive officer of the "Whip of Order" looked at the national political and diplomatic documents handed by the visitor, but there was no black "invitation", and frowned and muttered:

"Wa, King of Wakanda, Black Panther Techaka? Wakanda... Where is this? Is there an invitation to the Howlett Group or the Whip of Order?"

The panther T'Chaka threw the drooping cloak over his shoulders, cracked the corners of his mouth like an old peasant, and his sturdy and burly figure bent up at the waist, and said awkwardly in American English, which was quite proficient, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Executive, we in Wakanda are a hidden country in Africa, with thousands of years of Black Panther Guardian power, as well as supernatural ones—"

"Captain of the British Department of Occult Affairs, James John Braddock."

A loud and magnetic voice interrupted King T'Chaca's self-introduction, and the short-haired brown-red Captain Braddock was dressed in a red and white striped uniform, followed by four members of the team with partially mutated characteristics, and a beautiful little girl with short black hair next to him.

He tilted his head, and the warrior behind him took out a pitch-black letterhead with an H-shaped emblem engraved on it, and solemnly handed it to the executive officer who was guarding the perimeter.

"Hehe, Captain Braddock, Sword of the Kingdom, long time no see."

The executive took the letterhead and glanced at it casually, it seemed that he had already crossed paths with the strongest of the British official mutants and supernatural force organizations.

"Yes, Executive Simmons, I heard that this time, His Excellency Magneto personally took action, and he actually found the legendary underwater kingdom, and even the sea king in it was ......."

The two exchanged a few brief pleasantries, but instead left T'Chaka aside.

The Panther King's son looked to be only six or seven years old, and he was a little smaller than Braddock's daughter, Spirit Butterfly.

He looked timidly at the little girl with her chin cocked proudly, as if she had finally realized that the atmosphere in the outside world was very different from that in Wakanda.

The flattering look on his father's T'Chaka was the first time he had seen it, and T'Challa inexplicably felt that his heart was not very good.

Lingdie wore a small red and white uniform, stepped on leather boots, and pinned a delicate short knife to her waist, and tugged at her father's fingers to urge her to hurry in.

She had been looking forward to seeing the gentleman who had cut off the man's head up close for a long time.

「...... For the first time in so many years, Mr. Magneto has given a solemn order, and His Excellency Magneto will definitely go all out, hehe, there are many strange people and organizations inside, you will know when you go in, I'm still busy..."

The executive officer let the official extraordinary team of the United Kingdom finally move his eyes to T'Chaca, and said helplessly:

"You see, it's either the major

The official transcendent organization of the country, either there are such invitations, diplomatic documents ... This is not the United Nations, we can't use this, and those who are not qualified cannot go in."

Simmons explained that in addition to the official organizations of various countries, the extraordinary individuals who came actively and "passively" after being invited, there were also a large number of people and even countries fishing in troubled waters.

Many small countries and some powerful companies want to participate in this event.

They are keenly aware that this so-called conference that forged and defined the order of supernatural forces on this planet is a division of power and status at the core of the new era of mankind.

Although many organizations do not have the conditions to be invited for the time being, to put it bluntly, they do not have any extraordinary powers, they still have the mentality that as long as they blend in, they can touch this level to some extent, and they sharpen their heads and squeeze in.

"This... King of Wakanda, excuse me, there's more—"

Bang!

T'Chaka lunged down and punched, his fist digging deep into the heavy stone tiles, barely reaching his elbows.

Large cobweb-like traces of rubble spread, and even the "Sword of the Kingdom", which had already walked more than ten meters away, turned around and shrunk its eyes, and stared at T'Chaka seriously.

"Hey... You see, you don't think that's qualified..."

The panther got up and put on the honest peasant's smile again, and the glint in his eyes flashed away, and he could no longer see the power of the punch just now.

"Ho! Yes, at least at the level of a super soldier, strange, I shouldn't miss a character like you.....

Executive Simmons was stunned for two seconds, and after being surprised, he hurriedly waved his hand to let this strong man from a barbarian country in.

He shook his head, wondering if the "Whip of Order" and the transcendent individuals who had missed it, and even came on his own initiative!

.........

"Father, you are amazing! Haha, that guy saw your casual punch and immediately let us in."

T'Chaka nodded and dragged his son to the dilapidated palace of the Golden Tower, where he looked at the magnificent halls the size of several football fields that had been destroyed as if they had been cut off at the waist, and replied with a long sigh:

"T'Challa, do you know that this majestic palace was also destroyed by people, humans... Do you still think that your father is very strong?"

The little boy's slender neck was tilted to the limit, and he thought that the largest pyramid palace was not yet finished.

But no matter how bold this child who was only six or seven years old, he could not imagine that such destruction could be done by his own strength.

The panther paused when he walked to the giant stone door at the entrance, and he looked at the clusters of people gathered inside, and the image on the towering throne in the distance, the vaguely unreal image, and clenched his palms tightly.

"Mr. Howlett... Hey... See you again, Wakanda has made you come here twice, but now... We don't deserve to be treated as an unstable danger, hey..."

T'Chaca's eyes widened and narrowed, and he hesitated several times, and finally stepped in, picked up his son and held him in his arms, and said in a solemn and unusually soft voice:

"T'Challa, my son... You have to remember that we are lone beasts without the protection of the nest, patient, patient to live... Trying to survive in this world that is more savage and naked than the jungle, as long as you live, everything... There is hope!"

.........

Wow...

Alex poured a basin of water on Namor's head, looking at his dry lips and gray complexion, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold out until the meeting began without some water.

There was a creaking sound of metal tearing, and Eric waved his hand to undo the solid steel pillar-like locks, releasing Namor Mackenzie, who was drenched in some water and looked refreshed.

Under the throne are the witch Agatha Harkness, several African shamanic voodoo mages, several ancient vampire families in Europe, and some dark organizations that have seized some kind of transformation technology, and so on.

The transcendents who had been forcibly captured and sent here turned their heads around strangely, wondering why they had suddenly unlocked their restraint shackles.

They vaguely glanced at the famous powerhouse who had captured them, and suddenly felt that the atmosphere of this hall was becoming more and more solemn and solemn.

"Shingen, do you see it, the mutant triumvirate, Captain Rogers, who was famous during World War II, the red and blue devil, and Barnes, the warden of the "Gatekeeper of Hades", ......

Shishiro was pushed by his son Shingen in a special life-support wheelchair, muttering in the gathering corner of the neon country, he glanced at the blue and black hand on the other side, "Five Fingers", shook his head with a sneer, and said no more.

On the other side, a yellow-skinned old man with long gray hair stared at a man of medium stature, and the murderous aura that gradually filled the old man's body finally disturbed this figure who had lived for thousands of years.

The ten rings of Wenwu's arms were like ordinary five pairs of iron rings, loosely looped around his wrists, he raised his eyebrows and looked sideways at the old man and the tall figure beside him who covered his eyebrows with a mask and a flying dragon mark on his chest, and nodded with a clear smile.

"Master Lei Gong, who is that person?"

A hoarse old man replied in a dull voice:

"Civil... He was also called the "Khan Honored Master", and you foreigners used to call him "Manchu Lord" when they invaded China nearly a century ago... In Kunlun's Book of Iron Fist, this person will never be forgotten!"

Orson Randall, a Westerner who survived his mother's family crash in the Kunlun Mountains during childbirth, grew up in Kunlun and eventually broke the history of Kunlun City, defeating the Dragon's Heart "Shou Lao" and becoming the 65th Iron Fist Man.

In World War I and World War II, this Iron Fist killed many teams of Japanese devils exploring the Kunlun Mountains.

"Master Lei Gong, you are saying this again... I grew up in Kunlun, except for this name and bloodline, where is I still a foreigner... He is the one who defeated Tian Beiming's Iron Fist Master hundreds of years ago?"

Kunlun City's Iron Fist Sect Lei Gong was not tall, but he was unusually stocky, his shoulders were as broad as a grinding plate, he turned his head resentfully, and said in a muffled voice:

"Hmph, give the Supreme Mage a face, after all, Kama Taj and Kunlun City are in the same Himalayas, and they can be regarded as neighbors for generations, let's see what kind of fame this little kid named Howlett has made, and then find trouble with this civil and military force when the meeting is over... It's been a thousand years... He's still alive!"

Airplanes...

A trembling sound rang out.

James Howlett sat upright on the towering boulder, watching the last fuchsia portal shrink and disappear, Asa jumped out of it and nodded at him, and finally got up and whispered:

"Bring everything up."

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