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Chapters 473-863 [Nurgle]: I will grant you new life

"Wha...what?"

The surrounding priests were immediately startled by this insane command, and they all knelt down, their voices trembling as they pleaded:

"Your Majesty, you absolutely mustn't do this! The Heart-Shaped Grass is a sacred relic bestowed upon Wakanda by the Black Panther Goddess. Burning it all would anger the Black Panther Goddess..."

"That's right, giving the new king the Heart-Shaped Herb will grant him the blessing of the Black Panther Goddess. This is an ancient tradition that has been passed down in Wakanda for thousands of years!!"

"If we lose the Heart-Shaped Grass, then Wakanda will never have a Black Panther again..."

However, despite everyone's earnest attempts to dissuade him, Eric Steve could not change his mind.

He immediately reached out and grabbed the nearest priestess by the neck, lifting her up forcefully.

Although he did not receive the complete blessing from the Black Panther Goddess, at least the moment he drank the Heart-Shaped Grass, his body had already gained the power of the Black Panther.

"Hmph? The future new king?"

Eric Steve's face twisted into a ferocious grin as he said menacingly, "I am the current king, so you can do whatever I say, or you and your family... will be executed for treason!!"

Having said that, he tossed the priestess aside like a dead dog.

Seeing this, the other priests had no choice but to bite the bullet and carry out the order.

A few minutes later.

The entire Holy Land was engulfed in flames, and all the Heart-Shaped Grasses were reduced to ashes.

The priests wept silently, but none of them dared to cry out loud.

Eric Steve stood there, looking smug and content, quietly admiring everything before him.

Now that he has obtained the power of the Black Panther, there is no longer any need for the other Heart-Shaped Grasses to exist.

Because he never intended for anyone else to obtain the [Black Panther Power].

"Immediately inform all tribal chiefs and all citizens of Wakanda that I am about to deliver a public inaugural address!!"

After personally confirming that all the Heart-Shaped Grasses had been reduced to ashes by the fire, Eric Steve turned and left, satisfied.

However, what he didn't know was that the 'ancestral land' from which he had been forcibly removed was now in an unprecedented crisis.

hum-

A massive, azure-blue portal appeared out of nowhere in the 'Ancestral Land'.

The portal seemed to connect two completely different dimensions. Through the portal, one could clearly see a vibrant green landscape on the other side, where a huge and bulky green figure was stirring something in front of a giant soup pot.

At the feet of that giant green figure, a large group of plague zombies, wielding the Plague Sword and staggering, began to walk methodically into the 'Ancestral Lands' after the portal opened.

roar-

Suddenly, the dark forest echoed with the furious roars of wild beasts. Then, one after another, black panthers, transformed from the souls of the Black Panthers of Wakanda throughout history, transformed into a black torrent and launched a fearless charge against the group of evil invaders!

However, Nurgle, who was stirring incessantly in front of the giant cauldron, didn't even glance at the approaching pack of leopards. His movements paused slightly, and then his gaze slowly turned to the black leopard, as large as a small mountain, perched on a distant tree trunk.

That's right, it's none other than Buster, the Black Panther Goddess!!
"Who are you, and why are you invading my dimensional space?"

【Black Panther Goddess】bared her sharp fangs and looked at the green fat man on the other side of the teleportation portal with extreme vigilance.

Although the other party appeared harmless, she sensed a powerful aura emanating from them that only top-tier [Dimensional Demon Gods] possess.

However, what puzzled her most was that she had never met the other party before, nor had she offended any of the [Dimensional Demons].

But what really puzzled her was how this obviously hostile green fat man obtained the coordinates of her small dimensional space.

Furthermore, the other party seems to possess some kind of powerful spatial ability, capable of traversing cosmic dimensions and directly connecting two dimensional spaces.

"Who I am is not important. What is important is... that you will become an extremely important pawn in the process of completing my boss's plan to slay the gods!!"

A kind smile appeared on [Nurgle's] fat face. As he spoke, he gently waved the huge soup ladle in his hand towards [Black Panther Goddess], who was hundreds of meters away.

In an instant, the ladle in [Nurgle]'s hand stretched across hundreds of meters like a giant net, scooping the [Black Panther Goddess] into the ladle's tip before she could react.

Then, with a slight twist of his wrist, [Nurgle] ​​tossed [Black Panther Goddess] into the huge cauldron of bubbling green bubbles in front of him.

"Ah, help...help me..."

The Black Panther Goddess was horrified to discover that no matter how hard she struggled, she could not escape from the enormous cauldron.

Her [Black Panther Power] was completely useless in this soup pot.

Furthermore, whether it was her imagination or not, she always felt that this huge soup pot was constantly 'growing bigger', and in the blink of an eye it had become a boundless ocean!

Her body sank uncontrollably downwards. Just before she completely disappeared, Nurgle's benevolent voice rang in her ears again, "Don't worry, you won't die... I will grant you new life!!!"

……

Wakanda.

The huge square in front of the palace was packed with people; tens of thousands of Wakanda citizens had gathered there to listen to the inaugural address of the newly appointed king.

"Hey, have you heard? It seems the new king personally killed King T'Chaka and his family, leaving only Princess Surrey imprisoned!"

"Seriously? Even if you're issuing a challenge, you don't have to go this far, do you?"

"What do you know? It's said that the new king is Prince Nicholas's son, a true member of the royal family. He's returned to Wakanda specifically to seek revenge on King T'Chaka and his family!"

"Revenge? If he really is Prince Nicholas Job's son, shouldn't he be related to King T'Chaka's family by blood? Why would he seek revenge against them?"

"You wouldn't know this, would you? According to some inside information I've gathered, it seems to be related to the true cause of Prince Nicholas Job's death... Legend has it that Prince Nicholas Job didn't die on a mission as previously said, but rather at the hands of King T'Chaka..."

"What? How is this possible? King T'Chaka has absolutely no reason to kill his own brother!"

"Normally, of course not, but I've heard that when Prince Nicholas Job was on a mission, he witnessed the suffering of the 'black brothers' outside, and he felt guilty. Out of compassion, he wanted to secretly lead the opening of Wakanda's borders to provide vibranium weapons to all the oppressed black brothers, thereby helping them resist tyranny and oppression and regain a new life..."

However, this idea was met with staunch opposition from King T'Chaka. King T'Chaka did not want to expose Wakanda and Vibranium to the world, fearing it would cause further trouble. This led to a fierce argument between the two, ultimately resulting in Prince Nicholas Job being accidentally killed by King T'Chaka…

"My God, I never imagined there were such unknown secrets hidden here..."

"Wait a minute, if King Eric really wants revenge, he should just go after King T'Chaka. Why did he have to kill Prince Chatra and Queen Ramanda?"

"Hehe, that's another secret. It's said that our new king challenged old King T'Chaka in front of all the tribal chiefs. But old King T'Chaka was afraid that he was too old and weak, so he didn't dare to accept the challenge and sent his son, Prince T'Challa, who was in his prime, to fight in his place. But unexpectedly, Prince T'Challa was killed by King Eric in the end..."

"What?! King T'Chaka doesn't dare to accept the challenge? What a coward! He's supposed to be the 'Black Panther,' yet he's so timid..."

"Yes, if he doesn't even have the courage to fight, then he truly doesn't deserve to continue being king!"

"In this light, King Erik is far more suitable to lead Wakanda to glory than the old King Techaka. At least he has the courage to challenge his father's killer... and he also has pure royal blood flowing through his veins."

The same question and answer was playing out in almost every corner of the crowd.

These "know-it-alls" in the crowd, who seemed to have an "all-knowing" understanding of the whole affair, were naturally planted by Eric Steve through the tribal chiefs who had taken the initiative to curry favor with him.

His goal was simple: to undermine King T'Chaka's prestige among the people of Wakanda in the shortest possible time through simple means of political maneuvering, thereby gaining better control over Wakanda.

This is the fundamental reason why Eric Steve held this public speech.

Soon, with a leopard tooth necklace around his neck, symbolizing the king's power, Eric Steve, escorted by several members of the Dora Guard, led by Okoye and dressed in red combat uniforms, walked alone through the avenue lined with tribal chiefs and onto the high platform.

Eric Steve swept his gaze disdainfully over the densely packed Wakandan people below the platform, a surge of excitement rising within him. He then pulled over the microphone in front of the podium and loudly proclaimed:
"Perhaps many people don't know that in the land where I grew up, those Black brothers who shared the same skin color as us, if they dared to stand up and resist when they were treated unfairly, would face far more severe treatment than imprisonment, and often even lose their lives as a result..."

"These innocent people, helpless in the face of oppression, could only become slaves to those white pigs, living a miserable life. I want to ask... what was Wakanda doing at that time?"

The once noisy square fell silent instantly.

All eyes were drawn to the figure on the high platform.

“Someone once told me that the reason Wakanda has survived to this day without attracting the attention of the major powers of the outside world is because of its forbearance and its tendency to mind its own business. Therefore, those black brothers outside who share the same skin color as us have nothing to do with Wakanda, and Wakanda has no need to be responsible for their lives or deaths…”

Eric Steve took a deep breath, then roared, "But he seems to have forgotten that the world is constantly changing."

“Nowadays, the technology of countries around the world has advanced by leaps and bounds. Large organizations with powerful military forces, such as S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Subspace Corporation, are springing up everywhere. Therefore, the space left for Wakanda to continue to hide is getting smaller and smaller…”

"In the end, I personally killed the man who said those words, the one you call Prince T'Challa."

"Because in my opinion, he is an incorrigible coward, just like his father Tchaka, who only knows how to attack his own people."

"Now that I am the new king of Wakanda, I want to say... everything will be different from today onwards. I will infiltrate Wakanda's agents into every corner of every country on Earth. I will let you know what those white invaders and colonizers are thinking."

"Then I will treat them ten times, a hundred times, the way they treat innocent people of the same skin color as us. I will equip our agents with the most advanced vibranium weapons and have them secretly help those who are oppressed around the world..."

"In this way, it won't be long before we can eliminate those rulers and oppressors, as well as those hypocrites who are not of one mind with us!"

"If you don't become the conqueror, you will become the conquered. This is the most realistic law of survival in this world!"

"Therefore, I will let the whole world see the true face of Wakanda. I will let everyone know... no, I will let everyone remember that the Wakanda are the only warriors in this world. We will rewrite the rules of this world with our own hands, and we will become the masters of this world..."

At this point, Eric Steve clenched his fist, raised his right arm, and roared passionately, "I will personally transform Wakanda into the 'Empire on which the sun never sets' for the new century!!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the entire square fell silent for a moment. Then, a few 'insiders' planted in the crowd began to lead the way, and gradually, more and more people joined in...

A moment later, a deafening roar erupted in the square.

(End of this chapter)