"I won't send you far."

The next moment, after signaling to each other, Chen Hui left this quaint magic palace with everyone who had not yet fully recovered from their shock.

"Don't think too much, guys."

After watching several members of the team return to the street, they kept looking carefully at the surrounding environment, as if they wanted to remember the characteristics of this place firmly in their minds.

Chen Hui reminded him with a smile: "Master Gu Yi's place is the Magic Palace, not a house in the ordinary sense. You can't find it using ordinary methods."

Seeing everyone's puzzled looks, Chen Hui pointed to the wooden door they had just entered and said, "Push this door open, and you will know what I mean."

As soon as these words were spoken, several people in the team, out of curiosity, bravely took a few steps forward and pushed open the shabby wooden door again.

The next moment, everyone except Chen Hui was extremely surprised to find out.

Behind the dilapidated wooden door was not the corridor and room they had just seen, but a dusty and abandoned warehouse that looked like no one had been there for a long time.

"The outer perimeter of Kamar-Taj is protected by a magical barrier that allows one to change the spatial position at will."

Seeing everyone's stunned expressions, Chen Hui shrugged and said, "If they are willing to see you, then any door could be behind Kamar-Taj."

"If you don't want to, then even if you turn the entire earth upside down, you won't be able to find even a trace of these people."

"If the magical temple of Kamar-Taj, which has been passed down for thousands of years, were so easy to find, you would still know nothing about it today."

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Chapter 696: The True Lord of the Earth's Killing Style (American Style)

As soon as he said this, Chen Hui suddenly seemed to think of something and said, "Oh, there's one more thing I need to remind you of."

"That is, when you return, don't tell anyone about 'resurrection from the dead' or 'Ancient Master'."

"These mystics hate it most when their actions are exposed."

"What if..."

Natasha asked hesitantly, "What will happen if I accidentally let it slip?"

"Will you die?"

"It's not enough to die."

Before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, Chen Hui spread his hands and said, "But your memories will be erased and you will forget everything."

"Don't think you can hide it from these people. They can trace back the timeline and check everything. Nothing you do will escape their eyes."

"If we do this, won't other people have no privacy at all?"

After experiencing the SHIELD riot, Steve Rogers was disgusted by this kind of human rights violation. He couldn't help but frowned and said, "Is there no one who can supervise this kind of behavior?"

"No."

Chen Hui shrugged indifferently and said, "Kama-Taj is the most advanced magic temple in the universe. They have almost unlimited power on Earth."

As he spoke, Chen Hui looked at everyone whose faces had turned somewhat ugly, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I'll tell you the truth."

"On this planet beneath your feet, the only 'Lord of the Earth' recognized by 'Asgard' and other forces in the universe is not the head of any country, but the 'Sorcerer Supreme' of Kamar-Taj."

"In other words, only this supreme magic master in the entire universe is qualified to represent Earth in dialogue with other alien civilizations."

"As for the others, we don't acknowledge them."

"Why?"

"It depends on your strength."

Chen Hui smiled slightly and said, "You have just seen the methods of the 'Supreme Mage'. Since he has the ability to resurrect a dead person."

"Then why don't you guess, what else can she do?"

Seeing everyone fall silent upon hearing this, Chen Hui clapped his hands, then smiled and shook his head, saying, "Don't think about it anymore. The Supreme Mage is far inferior to you. He is a formidable figure comparable to my father, King Odin."

"For thousands of years, the Sorcerer Supreme and Kamar-Taj have protected the Earth countless times."

"Their current status and power are earned through countless meritorious deeds."

"So, don't think too much."

A few hours later, at the 'Avengers' base in the suburbs of New York.

After listening to his mother and sister's explanation, T'Challa finally understood the whole story. He immediately walked up to Chen Hui, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Thor."

"Without your help, I would have died at Eric's hands this time."

"You're welcome."

Chen Hui waved his hand indifferently, then said solemnly, "Since you're not dead yet, the martial arts ceremony isn't over yet, and Eric isn't the real king, right?"

"Yes."

T'Challa nodded, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, "But with Eric's strength, even if we fight again, I have little chance of winning."

"After all, his skills are really amazing."

"It's more than that."

Chen Hui sneered at this and said, "The most important thing is, I doubt he will ever give you another chance for a fair fight."

Seeing T'Challa's slightly furrowed brow, Chen Hui immediately continued to explain, "Eric is different from you, T'Challa."

"You are a native Wakandan, and you have always regarded the traditions of Wakandans as your life."

"But Eric was educated and raised in the United States. He is an American at heart."

"He's only willing to follow traditions and rules when it benefits him."

"Once these things become unfavorable to him, he will immediately forget about them and will not take them to heart at all."

"I see."

Princess Shuri nodded in understanding, "In other words, it's impossible for Eric to drink the potion that would release the 'Black Panther Power'."

"He will come against my brother while possessing the 'Power of the Black Panther'."

"more than."

Chen Hui raised a finger and shook it, saying, "Once Eric possesses the power of the Black Panther, he will definitely destroy all the remaining Heart-Shaped Grass."

Seeing the suddenly pale faces of the Wakandans, Chen Hui sneered and said, "Kill them all, rob them all, burn them all. This is the specialty of American gangs."

"Don't forget, even the land they live on now was forcibly seized by killing tens of millions of Indians."

"As a combat elite carefully trained by the United States, Eric is all too familiar with this kind of jungle law that leaves no room for retreat."

“Ahem…”

Hearing this, before T'Challa and the others could say anything, several Americans present began to show some unnatural expressions and couldn't help but say awkwardly: "Thor, we are talking about Wakanda now."

"Let's not talk about the history of the past anymore."

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Chen Hui was speechless after hearing this, but he nodded and skipped the topic of America's dark history. He turned to T'Challa and the others and said in a deep voice, "In short, if T'Challa really shows up."

"What awaits him most likely won't be a relatively fair 'competition ceremony', but rather Eric's unscrupulous annihilation by any means necessary."

"So, we must consider this issue in advance and must not be foolish enough to take the initiative to come to the door."

"After all, I don't have the favor to revive T'Challa a second time."

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Chapter 697: Summoning the Goddess Bast: A Transaction Between Gods (Please Customize)

As soon as these words were spoken, T'Challa's mother, sister, and his lover Nakia all couldn't help but recall T'Challa's tragic death before. They all subconsciously held T'Challa's hands tightly, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Watching several people cuddling together to comfort each other, Steve pondered for a moment before slowly speaking, "Thor, what do you think we should do?"

"The key to this whole thing now actually lies with T'Challa."

Chen Hui curled his lips and said, "As long as he can find a way to win, then all the problems can be easily solved."

"How to win?"

Natasha was puzzled and said, "That Eric's strength was already above T'Challa's, and now he has all the advantages."

"The chances of T'Challa defeating him are essentially non-existent."

“If there is no opportunity, then create one.”

Chen Hui smiled slightly upon hearing this and said, "The first thing we need to do is to restore T'Challa's 'Black Panther Power', and he must be even stronger than before."

"That way, whether Eric is willing to follow tradition or not, at least T'Challa will have the strength to fight."

"But...how can I help my brother regain his 'Black Panther Power'?"

Princess Shuri asked with a puzzled look on her face, "To restore the 'Black Panther Power', we need 'Heart-Shaped Grass', which is only found in Wakanda."

"And according to Mr. Saul, Eric should have destroyed them all by now."

"Who told you that the 'Power of the Black Panther' can only be obtained by relying on the 'Heart-Shaped Grass'?"

Chen Hui chuckled upon hearing this, winked at Princess Shuri, and said, "Why don't we just go find the source of the 'Black Panther Power' and have her bestow that power upon T'Challa?"

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"..."

"..."

After a moment of looking at each other in bewilderment, several Wakandans suddenly stood up from their seats, their voices trembling with joy and surprise, "Mr. Thor, are you saying that we can directly find 'Goddess Bast'?!"

"That's right."

Seeing the excited expressions of several people, Chen Hui immediately spread his hands and said, "Don't forget, I am the 'God of Thunder' of 'Asgard'."

"I have some acquaintance with that 'Goddess Bast'."

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A moment later, in a hall inside the base.

After drawing a huge magic circle on the ground, Chen Hui slowly mobilized the divine power in his body, reciting a long and obscure and complicated spell word by word, and finally raised his voice and shouted: "Answer my call! The great female war god - Bastet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the magic circle on the ground suddenly flashed with a hazy black light.

Next, a thick black smoke suddenly rose from the magic circle, darkening the entire sky.

"God of Thunder from Asgard! Are you summoning me?"

The next moment, accompanied by a cry that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, an extremely huge black panther suddenly emerged slowly from the smoke, looking at Chen Hui with a pair of lantern-like vertical pupils wide open.

"The great 'Goddess Bast'!" ×N!

Seeing the god they had always believed in appear before them in real life, T'Challa and the others immediately knelt down respectfully, crossing their hands in front of their chests and bowing deeply.

"I recognize you. You are the new King of Wakanda—T'Challa."

Glancing at T'Challa, who was kneeling on the ground, the Black Panther-formed Goddess Bast nodded and said, "We met once before, a few years ago, when you ate the 'heart-shaped grass.'"

Having said that, Goddess Bast turned her attention back to Chen Hui and said, "Speak now, the 'God of Thunder' of 'Asgard'."

"What is it that specifically summoned me this time?"

"Goddess Buster, you should already know what happened in Wakanda recently, right?" Chen Hui asked lightly.

"I know."

Goddess Bast nodded slowly and said, "But as a god, I cannot interfere in human affairs."

"So, I can't stop Eric from getting the 'Black Panther Power', nor can I stop him from burning all the 'heart-shaped grass'."

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