Chapter 363: Wakanda Chaos (Part 2)

"I know, every small African country has its helplessness." Banner's voice echoed in the laboratory, and he said: "I have traveled to Africa for several scientific investigations, and I have also stayed in East Africa for a long time. That is not a pleasant experience."

"Although the words are a bit ugly, most countries in this world have no ability to resist risks. No matter which link collapses, it will lead to a comprehensive collapse." Connors continued.

"Wakanda is already the most advanced country in Africa." Schiller, who was sitting next to the experimental table looking at the computer, said: "A modernized high-tech country, not only has independent armament, but even has super soldiers. The only drawback is that it relies too much on the same kind of resources."

"However, this cannot be said to be a drawback. They were born on a piece of rich land. There is no reason not to use the resources at their fingertips to strengthen themselves."

"How do you plan to deal with this problem?" Connors looked at Schiller and said: "I heard you guys formed some Radiant Alliance. To be honest, if it weren't for Professor Xavier in this alliance, I would definitely firmly oppose you guys getting together..."

Schiller smiled and said: "If Molten Steel is really an alloy invented by Stark himself, then Wakanda is really in danger."

"You know, although in some aspects, Stark is very emotional, but if it involves the interests of all mankind, then no matter how good his relationship with T'Challa is, he will not hold back. Once Stark's production capacity is fully opened, Vibranium will really have no foothold."

Connors frowned, looked at Schiller and said: "You mean, Molten Steel is not an alloy made by Stark?"

"That's right, it's actually a natural mineral from outer space."

"Impossible." Banner immediately refuted Schiller and said: "Any mineral cannot be in that state when mined from the rock layer, even Vibranium needs to be refined before it can be used."

"In fact, Molten Steel has already been refined, but the thing that refines it is something called Molten Fire Energy. You can understand it as a kind of magic energy. The mining and smelting of this mineral are carried out at the same time..."

Looking at Schiller's expression, Connors suddenly had a bad premonition. He said: "It seems that your story of going to the Andromeda Galaxy is very exciting. Can you tell us about it?"

At the same time, Stark was still on the phone with T'Challa. After listening to the story of the Sulfur Dwarves, T'Challa also felt very moved. He said: "I have long known that the people of Wakanda take this kind of resource too seriously. They think this is the root of our difference from other African countries. They think that if we lose Vibranium, we lose everything."

"In a sense, this is correct, but without wise decisions and vision, such a small country simply cannot keep such important resources. My ancestors and father have been working hard for this for generations."

"I think you are right. The key to Wakanda finally getting rid of this resource dependence is still on me and my people."

T'Challa is a very open-minded person. He is very good at listening to other people's opinions. Every time Stark chats with him, he feels relaxed. He said: "I think the key should be on you, T'Challa. Don't you realize it yet? Everyone who has communicated with you will have a good impression of Wakanda. You know, Stark is not so easy to praise someone..."

T'Challa smiled and said: "I know, of course. I am honored to be praised by the most genius scientist in the world. Alright, although the situation is difficult now, I think I have a way to reverse this situation. Relying on others cannot last long. Wakanda will definitely walk out of a path of its own. We will not follow the same path as the civilization you mentioned."

"Then I wish you good luck. I look forward to the day you become Emperor of Africa."

"Oh, don't say that." T'Challa laughed even harder. He felt that Stark was joking. He said: "Although Wakanda is the most developed country in Africa, our facilities in all aspects are good, and the army is also very powerful, but we have never thought about invading other countries with this kind of power."

"My ancestors and I, the kings of Wakanda, all believe that our faith teaches us to use animal nature to obtain powerful combat power, but it also teaches us that we must maintain peace and tranquility to retain humanity."

Stark also felt some emotion about this and said: "With a leader like you, Wakanda will go further."

"Alright, I have many tasks to deal with. Let's talk later." T'Challa's tone was relaxed. Obviously, Stark's words relieved his anxiety of so many days.

When he calmed down to think, he would also understand that the use of new materials is not so simple. At least for a period of time in the future, most important equipment still has to rely on Vibranium.

Just when Stark was about to hang up the phone, he heard a loud noise from T'Challa's phone. Stark frowned and asked: "What's wrong?! Hey! T'Challa!... Black Panther! Are you okay?!"

"Erik! Get out! This is the palace, not a place you should come to!"

"Boom! Bang... bang bang!!... T'Challa! This is the people's judgment on you, you coward!"

"Erik! Stop! You will destroy Wakanda!"

"You have already destroyed Wakanda, T'Challa! Such precious resources as Vibranium, in your hands, are a complete waste. You haven't used it to bring any practical benefits to the people of Wakanda!"

The opposite side came a voice that made Stark feel strange. This person named Erik in Black Panther T'Challa's mouth seemed to be his clansman.

"... What are you doing again? Calling that group of stupid Americans to continue selling our interests? You traitor of Wakanda! I will represent the people here to judge you!"

"Stop, Erik, I am the King of Wakanda, you cannot... uh..."

"Hey, T'Challa? T'Challa?!! What happened to you? Damn! Stop!!"

"Stupid Americans, only a coward like T'Challa would believe your nonsense. You can't command me, I will make you pay the price!"

"What are you doing? Hey! Hey!"

"Damn..." Stark hung up the phone. He reached out to the air, and a suit of armor flew over and armed himself. He just wanted to fly out of the window, but suddenly seemed to remember something. He thought about it and opened his phone. Then he called Connors and said: "Hey? Connors? You have to come and take my shift. I have something to go out. There are two research projects in hand that have not been completed. You'd better come over quickly. I'm in a hurry..."

Connors was still listening to Schiller talk about the story of humans doing disaster relief in the Andromeda Galaxy. Just as he heard the key part, Stark called, and he looked very anxious. Connors asked suspiciously: "What's wrong? What's making you so anxious?"

"A friend of mine was kidnapped. The group of people who kidnapped him probably still wants to kill him. I have to go and save him!"

"Friend? Who?"

"T'Challa! Have you forgotten? It's the black man who did experiments with us in the general laboratory before, the King of Wakanda..."

"Oh, him!" Connors revealed a sudden realization and said: "He is a good person, how could he be kidnapped?"

"I said it, he is the King of Wakanda, someone wants to usurp the throne!"

"Alright, I knew it was that set. I'll be there right away. Wait for me for a while."

Connors put down the phone and explained the situation to the other two. Schiller frowned and said: "Stark doesn't intend to fly there by himself in his armor, right?"

"Otherwise, what else can he do? Private jets can't reach Africa that fast... Connors frowned and said: "Even if he flies there in his armor, it might take a while... Oh, right, isn't there a mage? I'll call Strange and let him send a mage to open a door for Tony."

Schiller shook his head in disapproval. Connors thought he disapproved of Stark going to save T'Challa. He said helplessly: "Alright, actually I know that Africa is a bit chaotic. Kings and leaders are often replaced. If you go to save them one by one, it will never end, but T'Challa is indeed a good person..."

"And he is a very powerful scientist. Being treated with such an urgent attitude by Stark fully explains his ability and character, right?"

"I'm not saying don't save him." Schiller shook his head and said: "I'm just very strange, why Stark wants to use such an inefficient method. Even if his armor flies very fast, since that group of kidnappers can subdue T'Challa, it shouldn't take more than a few seconds to kill him, right?"

Connors's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Schiller said: "Call Strange, but don't let him send a mage, let him contact Wakanda's superior directly."

"Superior? What superior does Wakanda have?"

Two minutes later, Strange, who was facing three computer screens in the Sanctum Sanctorum office, took out his phone in his busy schedule and said: "Hey, I'm busy right now, if you have anything, talk about it later..."

Strange's face was reflected by the light of the screen, and strings of data were reflected on his glasses. Many phones were placed in front of him, ringing from time to time, and what he was holding now was his private phone.

"A matter of life and death." Schiller's voice came from the other end of the phone. Strange was not surprised at all. He said: "Alright, I knew it was you. You don't feel comfortable if you don't find some trouble for me."

"Don't be like that, this is a serious matter." Schiller changed hands to hold the phone and explained: "You know there is a country called Wakanda in Africa, right?"

"What do you mean? Do you think I am that group of mutants? Of course I know how many countries there are in Africa, let alone the most famous Wakanda!"

Strange's tone was very harsh. He was really going crazy with busyness. Schiller didn't mind, he just said: "The King of Wakanda is called T'Challa. He is Stark's friend. He is in danger now, and Stark is about to fly there in his armor to save him."

"Then let him go, why look for me?... Oh, you shouldn't be asking me to open a door for him again, right? I emphasize again, mages are not human-shaped portals, you cannot ask us..."

"If that were really the case, the person calling you now would be Stark himself. He is not a mute, why didn't he call you and tell you himself?"

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Check your phone yellow pages to see if there is a cosmic demon called the Panther God. He is the god worshipped by Wakanda. Talk to him about a business, give him a free membership for a quarter, and bring some membership gifts, let him help handle things..."

Stark was not surprised at all by Schiller's peculiar train of thought. He just asked with some confusion: "Panther God? I haven't heard this name. Could it be another demon from a remote area?"

"Wait a minute..." Strange put down the phone, stood up, clapped his hands, attracted the attention of all customer service staff, and said: "Now check your communication list to see if there is a cosmic demon called the Panther God. I have something to find him."

"Panther God?" The people below started whispering to each other. Some flipped through their phone pages, some started asking their companions. After a long time, no one stood up. Strange said: "It seems it really is a demon from a remote area."

"Alright, trouble everyone to think of a way to contact him. Now there is a matter of life and death that needs his help to solve."

The discussion below became more lively. Everyone was exchanging information, trying to find this demon whose name they hadn't heard of from the demon's relationship network.

Finally, a female mage stood up and said: "When I was passing through Heliopolis, I once saw a lion. I don't know if it has anything to do with this Panther God,"

"Heli... what?"

"Oh, it's the Celestial Realm. Have you heard of the African pantheon? There should be scrolls about them in the Kamar-Taj sect. The Sorcerer Supreme has also borrowed power from them. They mainly dominate the divine power of animal nature and wildness, and some people also specialize in witchcraft."

"Alright, if you can contact that lion, ask him if he knows the Panther God."

"Contacting is possible..." The female mage revealed a difficult expression. Strange rarely saw this expression on the faces of Kamar-Taj mages, so he asked: "What's wrong? Is there any difficulty?"

"It's just..." The mage revealed a crying and laughing expression and said: "... that lion doesn't speak human language." ===== CHAPTER 364 =====

"It's just..." The mage wore a wry expression and said, "... that lion doesn't speak human language."