I was acting crazy in North America, and all the crazy people there took it seriously.

Chapter 200 Coffin Dance, Emerging from the Holy City

Seeing that the Venerable One seemed stunned, Hughie quickly said, "I also think this proposal is too far-fetched. How dare they covet 'divine grace'? I'll go and refuse them right away..."

"No no no..."

Han Solo seemed to have just snapped out of some deep thought; he raised his hand to stop Hughie.

"This concerns the future of your Wakanda, and it is up to you to make the decision."

He walked to the window, looked up at the sky, and spoke in a dreamlike tone, as if interpreting a revelation: "Do you remember that prophecy? When the descendants of the first generation of mankind truly awaken, the lost holy city of Wakanda will reappear in the world, its light shining upon the earth."

“I have been observing the celestial phenomena lately, and the threads of fate are beginning to intertwine, which means that this prophecy is coming true.”

Upon hearing this, Hughie was both surprised and delighted. His heart pounded, and his voice trembled slightly: "This prophecy... is coming true? This... this..."

"Han Solo" nodded firmly. "So, whether or not to cooperate with the Federation, whether or not to cross the sea to help those overseas compatriots struggling under the shackles of colonialism awaken, you should not ask me, nor should you ask anyone else."

"What you should do is pray to your holy city Wakanda! It will give you revelation and light your way forward."

"Then... Your Excellency, what exactly should we do? How should we pray to the Holy City to receive revelation?" he asked eagerly.

Han Solo frowned slightly, seemingly intently searching for something among the vast fragments of memory.

He pondered for a long time before saying softly, "Do you know how the ancient warriors of Wakanda prayed to the Holy City for guidance before facing major decisions or going to war?"

"According to the notes left by my old Black friend, they would carry the coffin and pray!"

Carrying a coffin...and praying?
Hughie was stunned; the combination sounded incredibly strange.

“Yes!” Han Solo’s tone became even more certain. “It is said that the Wakandans believe that death is not the end of a person, but a necessary process for the soul to return to the eternal holy city. Therefore, every major expedition is both an exploration and a possible step into eternal peace.”

“They would dance while carrying symbolic coffins, praying to the holy city for guidance and protection. And the holy city would respond to the call of its loyal people, bestowing divine blessings.”

"Carrying a coffin...and dancing?" Hughie's imagination was almost completely exhausted. "How...how are we supposed to dance like that?"

However, Han Solo looked helpless: "The specific dance form and steps are not recorded in detail in the notes."

"It is said that this is an innate talent of you Black people; you can go back and explore it. Remember, the key is to have a heart full of utmost sincerity and prayer!"

Hughie left with a head full of questions, and a complex mix of anticipation, trepidation, and fear.

After he left, Logan went to a mirror, and in the blink of an eye, the image in the mirror had transformed into a sinister, tall, and thin figure.

[Alias ​​(God Father): Divine revelation for a free America! You are a God Father, quickly spread the divine light of freedom to the Americans who yearn for God's grace.]

"God Father," is it because this guy who likes to come back from the dead calls himself "GOD" all day long?
That's right, the person reflected in the mirror is none other than Loki, the Asgardian prince with a tragic past who is always being abused.

As for the so-called "Light of Divine Revelation," as everyone knows, although this guy always prefers melee combat, he is actually a mage whose strongest ability is illusion magic.

Logan's understanding of this "transformation magic" is that it's a high-level, multi-dimensional holographic 3D imaging.

Regardless of whether my solution is correct or not, I need to find someone to practice on first.

You're the one, Wakanda!
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After returning, Hughie made some intensive arrangements, preparing a magnificent empty coffin for ceremonial purposes, and selecting a group of young warriors with good coordination and firm beliefs to conduct secret "dance" rehearsals.

And you know what? The black guys' talent—singing, dancing, rapping… no one can question it. The seemingly intricate "coffin dance" wasn't actually that difficult to learn. Once everything was ready, Hughie informed Hoover, who was still waiting: Wakanda needs to hold a solemn and ancient prayer ceremony to pray to the gods. If you don't mind, you can witness it together!
Hoover was naturally eager to do so, and another major task for him was to verify the authenticity of the "divine revelation".

To his surprise, the other party took the initiative to make the suggestion, which was not what he expected and instead made him feel a strange sense of panic.

On the day of the ceremony, the venue was a large square in Jackson that was originally used for gatherings.

When Hoover and his team arrived, they found that the news had already spread, with reporters crowding at the front and countless black people who had come to hear the news surrounding the square.

Dressed simply, Hughie walked to the high platform in the center of the square and first reiterated the "Wakanda Holy City Myth"—the creation of the world by the Black Jesus, the glory of the Holy City, and the mission of Black people to lead humanity back to the Holy Age.

"...Today, we stand at the crossroads of destiny! We will hold an ancient ceremony to pray to the gods and ask them to show us the way!"

Hoover and all the onlookers held their breath, expecting to witness some ancient African sacrificial scene full of primitive tribal customs, perhaps with bloodshed and mystery, and even secretly prepared themselves mentally for the shocking images.

However, what happened next rendered all their mental preparation completely useless!

Suddenly, a rhythmic burst of music, blending African drumbeats and brass elements, resounded throughout the square!
Immediately afterwards, a group of about twenty tall, black young men, all dressed in sharp black suits, strode into the center of the square with powerful and graceful steps, carrying a coffin decorated with gold patterns, in time with the music!
Then, right before everyone's eyes, the group of young Black men carrying the coffin began to dance in perfect unison!
Their movements were not complicated, but the coffins on their shoulders rose and fell and spun lightly with their movements, as if they had become part of the dance.

The entire scene is filled with an extremely eerie, absurd yet strangely infectious sense of rhythm!
This bizarre scene was so visually striking that it left everyone who saw it for the first time completely dumbfounded!
Hoover's expression cracked, and the reporters were utterly astonished, forgetting to even press the shutter button.

This is supposed to be a prayer?! Whose "god" is so frivolous?!
But before the crowd could burst into laughter, screams of terror erupted!
Everyone, including the dancing Black people, seemed to be frozen in place, their movements stiff, their eyes all fixed on the clear sky!

An enormous phantom appeared out of thin air in the sky—

It was a city that looked incredibly magical, with skyscrapers with cone-shaped thatched roofs standing side by side. In the city center, a huge, lifelike black panther statue stood with its head held high! On the head of the black panther statue, a figure covered in streamlined black armor stood atop it, looking up at the sky.

Higher in the illusory sky, countless blazing meteorites, trailing long fiery tails, crashed down! A layer of energy shield, flowing like water, suddenly appeared. The meteorites struck the shield, unleashing dazzling yet terrifying energy ripples, but they couldn't penetrate it even slightly…

"Boom boom boom——"

At least half of the journalists dropped their cameras and smashed them to the ground, sending parts flying everywhere, but they were completely unaware.

A shiver, originating from the deepest part of their souls, swept through everyone in the square like an electric current!

The grand, awe-inspiring, and unimaginable scene, though merely a phantom, possesses an unparalleled sense of realism and oppression!

Beneath the phantom, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, experiencing a sense of awe and fear of being as insignificant as ants.

Finally, Hughie was the first to come to his senses. Tears streamed down his face, and he suddenly knelt down, his voice hoarse and trembling with extreme excitement, "Holy City! This is our Holy City Wakanda!"

That shout was like igniting the fuse of a powder keg.

"boom--!"

As if an invisible wave swept across, tens of thousands of Black people in and around the square knelt down in unison, like dominoes being toppled!

Cries, prayers, and shouts of ecstasy blended together, and the entire city of Jackson seemed to tremble at that moment!
Hoover was pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead. He stared intently at the fleeting city silhouette in the sky, deeply shaken by the world he lived in!

Meanwhile, in the group of reporters, "Loki" slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be beads of sweat on his forehead.

My goodness, the biggest challenge in projecting the images in your mind into reality is that it's mentally exhausting!
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(End of this chapter)