Chapter 333 Restrictions

His eyes swept over Ulysses Crow and the others in front of him.

Chang Emil knew very well that everyone was not really willing to cooperate with him. The reason why they were so obedient was simply because they were afraid of his scarab.

But it doesn't matter, all he needs is their power.

"T'Chaka!"

Thinking of the king who had taken the initiative to expel him from the tribe, a stern look flashed in Chang Emil's eyes.

In the next moment, scarabs all over the sky emerged from his body, and under the horrified gaze of Ulysses Crow and others, they turned into a dense black mist and disappeared.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

Staring at the disappearing black mist, a mercenary approached Ulysses Crow.

"What else can we do? Of course we just do what the guy said."

Covering his bitten off arm, Ulysses Crow's face turned pale.

The scarab that Chang Emil left above his head was undoubtedly the best threat, even if the scarab had not made any move since the other party left. However, Ulysses Crow still did not dare to act rashly. After all, he did not dare to use his own life to block it.

"More..."

Gritting his teeth, Ulysses Crow looked down at his bloody broken arm, and said with a ferocious face: "Why don't you find someone to show me quickly? Couldn't this damn old guy just be simple first?" Do you want to threaten me?"

Cursing in a low voice, Ulysses Crow then thought of the scarab still on his head. The expression on his face immediately turned into a forced smile, and he carefully explained: "Well, you know, I just I just made a casual complaint, it was an unintentional mistake and I didn’t mean to say that..."

…

Controlling the dense scarab beetles in his body, the black insect mist formed surrounded his body.

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

Immediately afterwards, the whole body fell from the air as if out of control.

Bang——

"Ahem..."

Stretching out his arm from the deep pit full of gravel, Chang Emil's body did not suffer much damage due to the protection of the scarab and the buffer of the sand.

However, the scarab that quickly disappeared from his body made Chang Emil's face darken a lot.

He could clearly feel that with the disappearance of the scarab, the seemingly unparalleled power he had previously controlled began to gradually decline.

"I've already warned you..."

At this moment, the dark [Scarab Seal] on the back of Chang Emil's hand began to flash red, and a majestic voice sounded from the depths of his mind.

"The power of the scarab 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 power of the scarab. Once it is excessive, Using the power of [Scarab Seal], this will happen. So, remember my humble servant, I still have something important waiting for you to do, but I don’t want you to do it because of your own stupidity. , and died in the extraction using the power of the scarab..."

"If this is the case, your soul will never end well after you die..."

"I understand, great high priest, I am a little too impulsive."

Although he knew clearly that what was left on the [Scarab Seal] on his palm was just a trace of Immorton's consciousness sealed in the pyramid.

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

"Please forgive my ignorant behavior."

"It's best that way. I don't have that much kindness to give."

The dark [Scarab Seal] on the back of his hand flashed red again, and the sound left a huge roar in Chang Emil's mind.

Looking down at the [Scarab Seal] that had returned to peace on the back of his hand, Chang Emil looked up at the desert where he fell.

There was silence for a moment, and then he started to take steps and chose a direction to move forward.

After learning from the previous mistakes and Immorton's warning, he obviously did not dare to use the power of the scarab even excessively like before.

…

Wakanda, capital city Bonin Zana.

It is different from the backward and primitive African tribes in people's impression.

Wakanda is a technologically advanced country.

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

In the capital, in the Bonin Zana Council Hall, the current King T'Chaka is listening to the report of the Guards Captain Okoye.

"Vibranium theft?"

As a king who has been in power for decades, although T'Chaka has entered old age, his appearance still maintains a middle-aged look. The gray on his temples not only does not give him the slightest sense of age, but instead makes him look older. He looked more majestic.

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

T'Chaka's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's right, in recent times," Okoye said quickly after noticing the gaze cast by the king: "There have been cases of missing vibranium in various aspects of Wakanda. The person who stole the vibranium seems to be interested in Wakanda. The situation inside Kanda seems familiar to me, and the locations where cases occur are often loopholes in our patrols..."

Different from ordinary tribes, Wakanda's personal guards are the fundamental force of the king. They are outstanding women selected from various major tribes. They have strong fighting strength and are good at using various weapons. Belongs to the most powerful force in the hands of the King of Wakanda.

"It seems like there's an internal whistleblower in all this?"

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

Therefore, even within Wakanda, there are extremely strict regulations on the use of vibranium.

T'Chaka knows very well that for Wakanda, vibranium is a gift from God. It is precisely because of the emergence of vibranium that Wakanda has the power that surpasses many tribes. However, no matter how great the gift is, After all, it was just a day that was exhausted, and all he could do was to make this day come as late as possible.

"I have arranged for members of PRIDE (intelligence organization) to search for this, and I believe the results will be available soon."

"hope so."

Nodding gently, although Okoye, the captain of the Guards, had promised that everything would fall into place quickly, T'Chaka had a vague hunch deep in his heart that all this might not be as simple as he expected.

After explaining the recent affairs in Wakanda, T'Chaka looked at Okoye, who looked serious in front of him, and suddenly changed the subject, with a slight smile on his face and said: "Speaking of which, it will be college vacation in a while. , T’Challa may come back by then.”

For his son T'Challa, T'Chaka obviously has very high expectations. He not only arranged for him to go abroad to learn about the civilization of the outside world, but also worked hard to educate him about all the history of Wakanda, including the most important matters among the tribe. The legend of the patron saint Black Panther.

"real?!"

Hearing King T'Chaka's reminder, Guards Captain Okoye subconsciously smiled on his serious face, but then he realized the situation in front of him, quickly restrained his smile, and replied seriously: "If special It is a blessing for Wakanda that Charla can come back, and I think Princess Shuri will also be very happy."

Shuri is T'Challa's half-sister and one of the top technical geniuses in Wakanda. Currently, some of Wakanda's protective programs have been repaired and upgraded by her hands.

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

Hearing Okoye mention his daughter, the smile on T'Chaka's face became even stronger.

Standing up from the throne, he looked at the huge patron saint carved behind him and said with a silent expression: "You know, Okoye, the development of this world is faster than we imagined. Kanda's technology is not inferior to that of any other country, but this is just the earth. What happened in New York made me realize that when faced with threats beyond the stars, neither New York nor Wakanda actually have much. The difference, so I sent T'Challa to the UK, hoping to change T'Challa's view of the world and lead Wakanda to achieve transformation..."

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

As the king's personal guard, Okoye had absolutely no objection to T'Chaka's actions, but she still had some worries about the changes in the king's words.

"Relying on Wakanda's technology, we can fight even enemies from outside."

"This world is broader than you think. Even on Earth, I don't think Wakanda can defeat everything." As the king, T'Chaka has enough channels to let him know the changes in the outside world. Avengers, Nine The head snake, and even more flying and escaping beings, face these weird and terrifying powers. Even as the guardian of the entire Wakanda, T'Chaka is not confident enough.

"The next world may be an era of rapid changes, so Okoye, you must be prepared to deal with these changes. Although T'Challa is good enough, he is still young after all. All I can do is try my best. Possibly paving the way for him in the future, giving him enough time to lead Wakanda on a new path."

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

However, he never expected that the time would be even less than he imagined.

…

Late at night, Wakanda.

Ulysses Klaue wrapped his injured arm and looked at the brightly lit Bonin Zana, the capital of Wakanda not far away.

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

"Damn it."

The severe pain that kept coming from the broken arm made Ulysses Crow frown. Although he avoided subsequent wound infection through simple bandaging and treatment, the feeling of losing an arm still made Ulysses S. Crow was filled with resentment. He knew very well that his arm would never come back. After all, he saw his arm being devoured by those damn scarabs with his own eyes.

Thinking of the severe pain of the scarab devouring his arm, Ulysses Crow's body shuddered subconsciously.

He raised his eyes and thought of the scarab still sitting quietly above his head. Suddenly, all the resentment and revenge thoughts in his heart disappeared completely.

Maybe I could install a robotic arm, like Stark's Iron Suit?

Suppressing his inner emotions, Ulysses Crow looked at his broken arm and thought about it in amusement.

"Boss, our people are ready. When will we start taking action?"

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

"Do you really want to take action?"

Facing his subordinate's inquiry, Ulysses Crow glanced at him coldly.

To be honest, Ulysses Crow was unwilling to do anything about this action.

After all, as soon as he takes action, regardless of the outcome, his original vibranium business will no longer be possible. Even though Ulysses Crow has accumulated a large amount of vibranium resources through past channels, who would think that his goods are short when doing business, especially for a resource as valuable as vibranium, no matter how much Ulysses Even Sith Klaue felt it was not enough.

Although there were thousands of reluctances in his heart, considering his own life, Ulysses Crow still chose to cooperate obediently.

"It's just, that guy, why doesn't he..."

Thinking of the consequences he would face, Ulysses Crow glanced at the mercenaries behind him with some irritation, and complained unconsciously.

However, before he could finish his complaint, the next moment he heard the sound of rustling movement from where everyone was hiding.

Then, under the gaze of Ulysses Crow, a large number of pitch-black insects emerged.

Seeing these scarabs pouring out, both Ulysses Crow and the mercenaries who had experienced it before had a stiff look on their faces.

Pulling the corners of his stiff mouth and showing a forced smile, Ulysses Crow looked at the figure that appeared from the direction of the scarab beetle. He quickly raised his remaining arm and stepped forward and said, "You have just arrived. Okay, we are just ready and waiting for you to give the order to start the operation."

Although in fact Ulysses Crow and others had been waiting here for nearly half an hour, facing the many scarabs in front of him, he still decisively welcomed them against his will.