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Chapter 392 Allen Reunites with Former Teammate Orm

"I hope you can help me."

David contacts Eric the Leopard because he wants to use Wakanda's power.

How can I help you?

Seeing that Eric asked instead of refusing outright, David felt hopeful.

"Eric, you know I've always wanted to kill Aquaman myself."

David first played the emotional card, deliberately bringing up stories of similar experiences to evoke empathy.

"Let me help you kill Aquaman?"

Eric's face darkened, revealing that he was already considering backing down.

To be honest, once he actually came into contact with Wakanda's core technology, he was quite certain that Atlantis's technology was superior.

Vibranium technology is too limiting; without vibranium ore, the entire Wakanda technology tree would regress to a primitive state.

Atlantis, on the other hand, was completely different. Its technology of converting seawater into energy alone was thousands of years ahead of human society.

Moreover, the populations of the two countries differ by tens or even hundreds of times. If war were to break out, Wakanda would undoubtedly be defeated, perhaps even decisively.

No, you misunderstood.

David quickly explained, "I have obtained the artifact."

As he spoke, he raised the dark trident in his hand to display it.

"This is the ancient artifact you've been searching for all this time?" Eric asked, intrigued.

They had once shared their grand ambitions, including the Dark Trident.

However, Eric treated it as a myth and didn't take it to heart. Besides, he wasn't interested in Atlantis. After all, he couldn't breathe underwater, so what use would it be for him to spy on it?

"That's right."

David confidently stated, "I can overthrow Atlantis all by myself now, but I'm worried about someone else interfering and ruining my revenge."

"You mean T'Challa and the others?" Eric asked.

"Yes, all you need to do is help me contain the enemies other than the sea creatures."

David, lost in thought, described the future: "Once I successfully defeat Aquaman, I will dominate Atlantis. Then, you and I will form an alliance and conquer the entire world. Your Wakanda will rule the land, and I will rule all the oceans."

These words not only captivated Eric, but also impressed all the pirates and Extremis warriors.

In the past, they lived in the shadows, but in the future, after conquering the world, they will not only enjoy wealth and honor openly, but each of them will also have no problem ruling a country.

Faced with absolute benefits, people naturally forget the fear of death and involuntarily immerse themselves in a dreamlike illusion.

I promise you.

Eric readily agreed.

With Wakanda and Atlantis joining forces, defeating all the human nations would be a piece of cake.

End the call.

Eric personally contacted the chiefs who supported him and forced the queen to help him complete the heart-shaped grass ceremony.

Now that he has fully recovered, Ramanda has no reason to delay any longer.

They could only follow tradition and make heart-shaped herbal remedies for the new king.

Moreover, throughout the entire process, Ramanda dared not make any dishonest moves.

In Wakanda, tradition reigns supreme.

If Ramanda dared to tamper with things, not only would he be betrayed by the chief who supported him, but the entire nation would regard him as a sinner.

At that time, Eric would naturally gain complete control of the country.

After swallowing the purple liquid, the queen, princess, and many chieftains stood by.

The heart-shaped herbal potion has been tested and found to be safe. If Eric's body is not strengthened, his throne will still be in jeopardy.

They belong to a group whose ancestors did not approve of them, and therefore they are not qualified to lead Wakanda.

In fact, the whole process went very smoothly.

After a night of intensification, Eric awoke refreshed and declared himself the true new king.

The first thing he did upon waking was to order, "Everyone, please step back. I have something to discuss with the Queen and the Princess."

Seeing this, the chieftains wisely withdrew from the palace.

After all, Eric, the Queen, and the Princess are royal relatives, a family that bullies each other within its own ranks, so they have no reason to meddle in other people's business.

"What are you going to do?" Ramanda asked warily.

"Don't even think about hurting my mother."

Suri stood in front, his sonic cannons ready to attack at any moment.

How could they, a mother and daughter, possibly cope with Eric now?

"Auntie, don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

Eric responded casually, picked up a burning match from the fireplace, and to the astonishment of the mother and daughter, threw the match into the herb garden where heart-shaped herbs were planted.

"No!"

Ramanda roared in disbelief, but was powerless to stop the fire from spreading rapidly and devouring the heart-shaped grass.

One of the core elements of the royal family is the heart-shaped grass, a ritual that every new king must go through.

Once they are all destroyed, no new black panthers will be born, thus preventing them from continuing to intimidate the tribes.

After all, the heart-shaped grass was a gift from the leopard god Buster.

Eric was very pleased with the grief-stricken expressions of the mother and daughter, and felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Indeed, tormenting one's enemy mentally was a delightful thing.

But it's a pity.

Eric glanced instinctively at his lower body.

If it weren't for the super serum he had taken, he would have made the mother and daughter weep every night.

Because of the side effects of the super serum, and knowing full well that she could not have offspring, Heart-shaped Grass no longer needed to exist in the world.

"Why bother with such pretense?"

Eric scoffed, "You weren't so heartbroken when your son died."

"Oh...right!"

The next moment, Eric pretended to suddenly realize something and said, "Someone told me T'Challa isn't dead."

"you…"

Instantly, Ramanda's eyes were filled with terror as she realized that the other party had already tracked T'Challa's whereabouts.

"My brother will definitely kill you," Suri retorted defiantly.

"Really?"

Eric smiled cruelly and said, "I will bring his head back, soak it in embalming solution, and put it on my bedside table as a decoration."

"I kill you."

"Don't act impulsively."

For a moment, Suri was unable to suppress his anger and wanted to kill the other party, but fortunately Ramanda stopped him in time.

Their crime of regicide was enough to warrant the death penalty.

Hahaha……

Eric burst into laughter as he walked out of the palace.

……

Arkham Fortress.

The atmosphere was extremely awkward.

Om and Namor sat facing each other.

One was the former king of Atlantis, and the other was the former, former, former, former king of Atlantis.

Why four fronts?

In order of seniority, Orm's grandfather, Orm's mother, and Orm himself were all kings.

"Stop it, if you keep staring at each other, you'll start to look at each other like that," Allen said, breaking the awkward silence.

"Let bygones be bygones."

Namo was the first to make a statement.

During his reign, due to his mixed heritage, the stubborn nobles did not recognize him and led their followers to flee to other places.

"I don't have much say in matters concerning my grandparents' generation."

Om then changed the subject, saying with a hint of amusement, "The Atlantean nobility these days are still a bunch of hopeless old fogies."

Clearly, the nobles who once opposed Namor still oppose the half-human Aquaman, and have secretly sought Orm's support to reclaim the throne.

But he refused them all.

All because Orm's mother supported Aquaman Arthur.

(End of this chapter)