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Today's T'Challa is undoubtedly everyone's hope.

Especially for Okoye.

She was the only one who survived that war, and the only one who had seen Xu Fan's power.

He is the only one who survived after witnessing Susanoo.

Her heart is clearer than anyone else's.

Just Zhenjin Technology can't stop the devil Xu Fan.

They need more power.

for example……

The black panther god they have always believed in!

T'Challa nodded vigorously, not only responding to the high priest Zu Li, but also showing his determination.

Zu Li looked at the young man in front of him, and was naturally very satisfied.

In this way, Zu Li temporarily dispersed the others, leaving only Okoye and Wakabi to accompany them to the place of ceremony.

This is a very special cave in Wakanda.

T'Challa's father, as well as any king of Wakanda, was ceremonially received here and became King of the Panthers.

It's all thanks to an herb called heart grass.

It is the only hub to establish a spiritual link with the Black Panther God.

It is also an important prop for T'Challa to gain divine power.

the most important is……

This will also allow T'Challa to inherit the experience and wisdom of those kings.

Let him see with his own eyes what happened on that battlefield.

Okye and Wakabi looked nervous.

As far as they know, taking heart grass entails taking risks.

Maybe everything will go smoothly, when T'Challa is out of the dying state and becomes the new king of Wakanda.

But it's also possible...

He will never wake up and die forever.

However, they also knew in their hearts that this was their only chance.

the only possibility.

If you want to defeat Xu Fan, you must first understand your opponent.

First, you must obtain the capital that can fight against your opponent.

"Don't worry, I won't lose."

T'Challa saw the worry in the eyes of his companions, and he showed a strong and confident smile, comforting them not to worry.

At the same time, the high priest Zu Li also skillfully made a new heart-shaped herbal medicine.

"I wish you success, Your Royal Highness."

Zu Li lowered his voice.

Although T'Challa's succession to the throne is expected, it is also T'Challa's hand-picked.

But for Zu Li, only passing the final test.

T'Challa is the king.

It's the Black Panther.

Until then, he was still the prince.

"Um."

T'Challa nodded again, and saw the high hopes and hopes given to him in Zu Li's eyes.

In fact, in Zu Li's view.

This war is likely to be related to the fate of Wakanda's survival.

And he...

Not wanting to be the last high priest in Wakanda history.

Hope the panther god Buster can make this all go smoothly.

Zu Li said nothing on the surface, but he kept praying to the Black Panther God in his heart.

T'Challa took a deep breath and shifted his gaze from his companion to the heart-shaped herbal medicine in the bowl.

He closed his eyes slightly, opened his lips slightly, and rolled down the bubbling potion until there was not a drop left.

Then, he put the empty bowl on the ground, leaned back, and lay flat on the ground.

An unprecedented sense of suffocation sealed his throat and nasal cavity.

There was air all around him, but he couldn't inhale half a minute.

He felt his consciousness becoming more and more blurred.

The memories of childhood and the pictures of growing up appeared in front of my eyes one by one, like a revolving lantern.

Tchaka's figure appeared many times.

And Wakanda's wind and bird singing.

Those happy or sad pasts greatly stimulated T'Challa's emotions.

Let his soul gradually sink into the warm water.

Soon, however, the temperature of the river water changed from warm to cool, and then became extremely cold.

Unprecedented pain swept over, causing T'Challa's body to tremble.

In the real world, the high priests Zu Li, Okye, and Wakabi stared at T'Challa's body changes.

Their hearts were extremely nervous, but there was nothing they could do.

This is a battle that belongs to T'Challa alone.

They can't do anything to help.

Do not……

They still have something they can do, and that is to pray for the young prince.

Pray that he can pass this test smoothly.

And in T'Challa's consciousness, in a dream.

A familiar voice began to call his name.

The sound warmed him and eased his pain.

"Father."

T'Challa tried to respond with her voice.

"Father."

T'Challa called to each other side by side, hoping to get some inspiration.

some help.

He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was not in the water at all.

"This is... grassland?"

T'Challa looked around, but what he saw was an endless grassland.

A breeze came from not far away, bringing with it his father's voice.

"Father."

T'Challa shouted again, leaning on his knee with one hand, and stood up straight from the ground. He wanted to run, but his legs felt extremely heavy.

In the end, he could only move forward.

But just when he was about to ask himself what to do.

A picture that did not belong to his memory flooded into his brain.

That is above the vibranium ore vein.

The space was suddenly torn apart, as if connecting another world.

A teenager stepped out of it and landed on the land of Wakanda.

Then there are his own father, T'Chaka, the captain of the Royal Guard, Okoye, and the warriors of Wakanda.

Except for the boy, he knew every face here.

These are the people who are familiar to them.

T'Chaka was still talking to the teenager.

Afterwards, the teenager showed his supreme power and forcibly dug out the vibrating gold ore from the depths of the earth.

Watching his performance, T'Challa couldn't help taking a deep breath.

He seemed to understand why Wakanda's Zhenjin technology failed to stop this guy.

His power is beyond his common sense!

The picture changes rapidly.

The boy used Susanoo again, and summoned the sand soldiers.

Unprecedented despair shrouded the earth, blocking the hope in everyone's heart.

T'Challa felt her breathing keep accelerating.

His pupils began to dilate.

He couldn't think of the possibility of being able to defeat the opponent.

He is too powerful, as powerful as a mountain.

This is simply not something that can be leveled by manpower.

Thinking that such a demon might make a comeback, T'Challa's heart was slowly swallowed by despair and helplessness.

But just when he had the idea of ​​giving up.

A broad palm pressed against his shoulder.

"Son, you are finally here."

The familiar voice sounded again.

T'Challa turned her head subconsciously and saw the familiar face of her father.

"Father."

T'Challa's emotions became agitated.

Although his own Wakanda soldiers were slaughtered by the sand soldiers.

But for some reason, my father's voice seemed to have a magic power that could calm me down.

"Come with me, boy, the Panther God is waiting for you."

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