Marvel: The Greatest Hero Era

Africa, Wakanda.

Eric, with his hands tied behind his back, entered the palace under the escort of General Wakabi.

Eric, his face full of arrogance, stood tall and proud before the elders and King T'Challa. "Speak."

General Wakabi, who thought Eric couldn't understand Wakanda, even translated it for him in English.

However, this was completely unnecessary for Eric, but he didn't need to worry about it. "I am now standing in your palace to tell you."

“I have captured a criminal who stole your vibranium and murdered your people.” “And your king was unable to punish him.”

A series of obviously contradictory remarks immediately made T'Challa stand up.

T'Challa's move immediately prompted Captain Okoye of the Royal Guard to move as well, waving her spear to summon the guards standing on either side.

As the guards raised their spears, the atmosphere instantly became tense and deadly.

But Eric remained indifferent, watching T'Challa walk towards him.

Leaning close to Eric's ear, T'Challa whispered, "I don't care if you've caught Klaue or not. The reason I haven't killed you yet is because I know who you are." "So now, what do you want?"

T'Challa, who had already given Eric ample face, heard the arrogant Eric declare, "I want that throne!" Upon hearing this, several tribal elders burst into laughter.

Ignoring the disdainful looks and mocking laughter of the old men, Eric looked at T'Challa and said, "Look, you're all sitting here comfortably, it must feel great." "But—"

"There are two billion of our kind around the world living in misery." "Wakanda has the tools to liberate them, so why do you choose to hide them?"

Looking into Eric's resentful and blaming eyes, T'Challa calmly asked, "And what are you talking about, the tools?" "Vibranium! Your weapons!" Eric declared righteously.

In response, T'Challa retorted without hesitation, "Our weapons are not for waging war against the world. We will not use vibranium to act as the world's police, to judge, investigate, or even execute the citizens of other countries." "The citizens of other countries?"

Eric seized upon the weakness in T'Challa's words and forcefully retorted, "My history teacher taught me that the origin of life is in Africa. He was a white American professor. Your Majesty, are you suggesting that the history he taught me is wrong?" "First of all! I am not the king of all humanity; I am only the king of Wakanda. My responsibility is to ensure the safety of all Wakanda people and to ensure that vibranium does not fall into the hands of someone like you." T'Challa's mother felt a surge of disgust at T'Challa's absurd debate with Eric.

She stood up, her face stern, and said, "Enough, son. We don't need to grant the demands of such a greedy person. Throw him out." "Hey, I haven't even stated my demands yet..."

Faced with expulsion, Eric became a little anxious and changed the subject, saying, "Ask me who I am!" "You are Eric Stevens!"

Princess Shuri, T'Challa's half-sister, couldn't help but step forward at this moment. She revealed Eric's public identity: "...A black American spy, a mercenary known as a 'murderous monster' in Afghanistan, that's your identity!"

Eric responded with a nonchalant sneer, "That's not my name, Princess." He then turned his mocking gaze to T'Challa. "Ask me, Your Majesty." "No… take him away." Knowing that asking would play right into T'Challa's hands, T'Challa suppressed his anger and signaled the guards to take Eric away.

Seeing that T'Challa wasn't falling for his tricks, Erik's murderous intent grew stronger. But this wasn't the best time to kill T'Challa, because Erik needed the throne, and to ascend it, he had to follow Wakanda's rules; otherwise, his claim would be illegitimate, and no one would listen to him.

That's why Eric has been holding back until now, instead of suddenly attacking and killing someone upon meeting them.

Just as Eric was about to be dragged away by two guards, he opened his mouth to tell them about his past.

The River Tribe elder with the coiled lips suddenly pointed at him and shouted in Wakanda, "Who are you?!" The entire place fell silent instantly upon hearing this, and T'Challa immediately sensed something was wrong.

Sure enough, Eric excitedly exclaimed in Wakanda, "I am Njadaka, son of Prince Njob! My father had a leopard's claw mark on his chest before he died!" "You are not the son of a king, you are the son of a murderer!" "What! He is Njob's son!?"

After hearing Eric's account, the tribal elders immediately stood up in shock. T'Challa's mother was furious, exclaiming, "You're lying! Utter nonsense!" "No, Mother, I'm afraid he's telling the truth."

General Wakabi, who had been waiting quietly to the side, suddenly spoke, and his words stunned everyone present.

T'Challa, in particular, simply couldn't believe that the person he trusted most had betrayed him!

Wakabi produced the other party's identification: a vibranium ring strung on a gold chain.

Upon seeing the ring, the tribal elders, who had previously only partially believed Eric, were now completely convinced of his identity. "He really is a descendant of N'Job!" "A descendant of N'Job...!"

"I am now exercising my rights as a descendant of royalty!"

"I challenge the throne!" "I challenge the Black Panther!"

T'Challa's mother reached out in disbelief and took the keepsake ring from Wakabi's hand.

After confirming that the ring was real, she hurriedly went to her son and said, "Don't accept his challenge, son, don't!" "As a descendant of Prince Njob, he has the right to do so."

He has no right here!

A fiercely protective mother, she was willing to break ties with the tribal elders to help her son secure the Black Panther's throne.

T'Challa, having received the keepsake ring from his mother, toyed with it while glaring at his cousin, who was seething with rage towards him. "The challenge requires weeks of preparation..."

Eric seized the opportunity to interject with a remark made by the elder of the River Tribe.

“Weeks? No! I don’t need that long. I don’t need the whole country to be there. I just need him and someone who can untie me!” Eric said confidently, or rather, with murderous intent, his eyes fixed on T’Challa on the throne.

At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to T'Challa, waiting for his answer.

Just as T'Challa was about to accept the challenge, a golden portal quietly opened behind Eric. "You don't have to accept his challenge, because he's not human." The Ancient One's appearance stunned everyone present.

Sensing something was wrong, Eric instantly turned hostile, snapped the ropes binding his hands, and lunged at T'Challa.

Meanwhile, two strange figures, moving with lightning speed, quietly appeared to either side of the Ancient One.

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Things are changing so fast it's almost overwhelming.

One second Eric's hands were bound, the next he transformed into a three-meter-tall, pitch-black leopard-man.

It is nothing short of astonishing.

"what!"

T'Challa was shocked. He was only wearing ordinary clothes, not his Black Panther suit. How could he possibly fight Eric, a Demon-level fighter, unarmed?

Even though T'Challa had already consumed the heart-shaped herb and his physical strength had reached the limits of human potential.

But that's only the level of a mere C-class hero. Without Black Panther's vibranium suit, T'Challa would only be slaughtered in front of Erik.

"Ow!!!"

With a lazy roll, T'Challa narrowly escaped Eric's attack.

Having failed to catch T'Challa, Erik continued his momentum and crashed into Black Panther's throne, overturning it with a bang.

The appearance of the Ancient One turned the peaceful Black Panther Palace into chaos.

While Captain Okoye and the other female guards were stalling for time with Eric, Princess Shuri crept up to T'Challa and said, "Brother, hurry to my lab! Your new battle suit is there! Remember to take the one with the necklace!"

"it is good!"

Knowing there was no time for indecisiveness, T'Challa turned and ran toward Su Rui's laboratory.

Captain Okoye of the 267th Guard detachment brandished his spear and fired a shot at Eric's ferocious leopard face, who was about to chase after T'Challa.

The energy bullet fired from the spearhead exploded instantly on Eric's leopard face.

But apart from burning off Eric's beard, his face wasn't even broken.

Captain Okoye of the guard looked on with a troubled expression and said, "This guy has a really thick skin."

“Get out of here!!”

Eric, whose path was blocked by the guards, went berserk. He brandished his sharp leopard claws, grabbed a guard, and tore his energy cloak to shreds in two swift movements. He then ripped the man in half, creating an extremely bloody scene.

Eric thought this would intimidate the others, but to his surprise, their counterattack was even more intense!

"Kill this fake Black Panther monster!"

The guard captain, Okoye, immediately won everyone's cooperation with his words.

Amidst the roars of battle, General Wakkabi, cloaked in energy and shielded by his shield, tumbled forward and landed at Eric's feet: "I thought you could become the new king, but it seems I was wrong!"

Wakkabi, who had plunged a knife into the instep of Eric's left foot, was overwhelmed with anger, self-blame, and remorse.

The injured Eric roared and kicked Wakabi against the wall.

Feeling as if all his internal organs had shifted, Wakabi's face turned red, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood before fainting.

Princess Su Rui saw this and hurriedly bent down and ran over. She was currently not very strong in combat because all her equipment was left in the laboratory and she hadn't brought it over. However, she still had some simple treatment methods.

Compared to the fierce battle on Eric's side, the battle on the Ancient One's side was significantly simpler.

The mirror space is activated. Throw Wind of Gale and Freym of Inferno inside, and you're done.

The first lesson in a monk's practice is that in the mirror space, no one without the Mystic Ring can ever escape!

The Ancient One, who had effortlessly dealt with two calamities that could transform into dragons, or even dragons of higher rank, suddenly noticed someone approaching from behind.

"You are……"

"Hello, Ancient One. I am Flashy Flash, an A-rank hero in League of Legends."

With long, golden hair reaching his collarbone, a handsome face, and a white cloak, Flash walked over.

Holding his beloved sword, Shunsakumaru, he bowed respectfully to the Ancient One and said, "Please let me fight those two guys from before. I think their target should be me."

"Are you sure?"

"I can defeat them without killing them..."

"Haha, you misunderstood, I don't need any energy points."

Amused by the honest Frye, the Ancient One casually waved her hand and opened a mirror space next to her.

Seeing this, Flashy thanked the Ancient One gratefully and then rushed into the Mirror Dimension.

At that moment, T'Challa, dressed in his Black Panther suit, arrived. He pounced and pushed Eric off the palace balcony. The two fought fiercely in mid-air.

In the now-safe palace, amidst the scattered rubble and debris, Nick Fury, hands behind his back, walked out of the Ancient One's portal with the air of a powerful boss.

Genos came with him.