Marvel’s Superman

The origin of Wakanda comes from a vibranium meteorite millions of years ago.

It fell from the sky and hit the African continent, exterminating the surrounding natives.

This is a huge disaster, and it is also a gift from God.

Those scattered vibraniums mixed with soil components, subtly changing the surrounding vegetation environment.

Later, five tribes that migrated one after another set foot on this fertile land that no one cares about.

They named it "Wakanda" and worked hard to dig this strange and precious resource of vibranium.

However, there is no harmony among the five tribes.

In order to compete for more land, more mines, there are always conflicts and fights between the natives.

At this time, the panther god Bast appeared.

It guided a powerful warrior of a certain tribe to the heart-shaped herb.

That kind of strange plant can give humans unimaginable strength, speed and responsiveness.

So, a powerful warrior chosen by the panther god Bast.

With absolute force, he unified the five tribes and became the first king.

And in the identity of the ancestor Black Panther, he established the capital of Wakanda.

passed down from generation to generation until now.

The vibranium meteorite was buried deep in the ground, creating a rich mineral vein that even the Wakanda themselves had not fully explored.

Generations of Black Panther Kings only need to mine inexhaustible vibranium.

You can easily grab wealth and interests, and live a life of peace of mind and great satisfaction.

In this regard, Wakanda is no different from resource countries such as Saudi Arabia, Dubai, and the United Arab Emirates.

Therefore, compared to the concept of a country, it is more like a huge mine.

Just as Saudi Arabia and Dubai are seen as gas stations disguised as countries.

Because of this, Wakanda keeps a close eye on the export and production of vibranium and does not allow any smuggling.

Once found, even a member of the royal family.

They must be severely punished, put in prison, and imprisoned for life.

"That's a complete ore vein..."

T'Chaka's voice was trembling.

He seemed a little unbelievable, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

However, that mass of slow-moving huge black shadow.

It's getting closer and clearer.

"How could it be possible...how could it be possible!"

The young king's face changed, his chest heaving, like a pulling bellows.

If he hadn't taken heart-shaped herbs, his physique would be strong.

You might be out of breath and pass out.

"I, I can't breathe!"

T'Chaka looked at the huge veins of minerals that rose up into the sky, floating and moving, and his heartache was unstoppable.

"Go and call the leaders of the rest of the tribes! Also! Let the general gather the army... Forget it, a man who can resist the mountains..."

Halfway through the conversation, the young king gave up his previous thoughts.

In his heart, there was a vague guess.

On this planet, there was once the most powerful human being known.

The other party led the Allies, defeated the axis of evil, and was a war hero and savior.

Aryan fortified warriors, kings of Atlantis, mutant conspirators, all were defeated by that person.

It is said that even the werewolves and vampires of the underground world also bowed their heads to him.

The three major temples hidden in the mist, the legendary mage, are all closely related to him.

Although the Director of SHIELD no longer appeared in the public eye a long time ago, and gradually disappeared.

However, the legendary deeds about him have never been cut off.

From movies to novels to documentaries.

As long as it has something to do with Superman, it's Hollywood's hottest wealth code.

"Well, if it is that person, the price that Wakanda has paid is probably more than just a vibranium ore vein."

Tchaka said pessimistically.

Once the underwater world, Atlantis marched on the land with the strength of the whole country and raided New York.

However, under the iron fist of Superman, they could only wave the white flag and declare their surrender.

From beginning to end, that clash of civilizations between sea and land.

Even faster than the Blitz, Atlantis also refreshed the French record.

The lessons from the past are there, and Tchaka is not confident enough to think that Wakanda can do better than the people under the sea.

Not even confident enough to think that Black Panther is stronger than Sea King and can maintain his dignity in front of Superman.

Twenty minutes later, Luke, who had moved away from a vibrating gold ore vein, looked indifferent and returned to the palace in Wakanda.

That little "gift" had already been thrown into the underworld by him.

The chubby panther god Bast has a more enthusiastic attitude than before.

If it is said that when he first fell into the clutches of Luke, he could barely maintain the restraint and coldness of the gods.

Well now, it has completely transformed into the shape of Superman.

From time to time, he rubbed his head against Luke, and then looked at each other with a pair of big Kazlan eyes.

Properly cute behavior!

He didn't care about King Wakanda's surprised expression.

It's just a poor, weak and helpless kitten that doesn't know anything.

Don't talk about stopping Luke, move out of Zhenjin.

Even if the other party wants to destroy Wakanda, the leopard god Bast considers the problem.

It's just to find the next tribe and develop again.

"Your Majesty, are you sick? Your face is very ugly."

Seeing that T'Chaka, who was leaning on the throne, was covering his chest with his hands, looking like he was breathing hard, Luke asked with concern.

"I'm fine, it's just... a little angina, it's an old problem."

The young king took a deep breath and answered.

"It's fine, just take care of yourself."

Luke rubbed the head of the Leopard God and said softly: "Thanks to His Majesty the King for his generosity, I took so much Zhenjin in vain. To be honest, I was a little embarrassed at first, but Elder Azuda let me do whatever I want. Pick."

"Because of his enthusiasm, I can only take a little more."

Standing aside, his eyes were empty, and it seemed that Elder Azuda had not recovered.

Hearing this, I almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He thought of the underground mines, with Luke's hands open.

Then the rock formations of the entire lode vibrated, slowly rising into the air.

The impact of that scene is simply indescribable in words.

"It's okay, just a little bit of gold, you don't have to worry about it, distinguished guest."

T'Chaka glared fiercely at Elder Azuda who was still in a dazed state, and said word by word.

"There will be a dinner party later, I hope you can show your face."

Luke raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised to see King Wakanda make such a low gesture.

Although he said that he was merciful, he did not evacuate the vibrating gold meteorite at one time, but only carried away one of the extended ore veins.

It can be replaced by someone else, and he should have regretted it long ago and was furious.

After all, it is estimated according to the price of vibrating gold in the international market.

This time, Wakanda suffered heavy losses, which was equivalent to emptying half of the treasury's reserves.

"To swallow my anger, to be so forbearing... It seems that I know my identity."

Luke pondered for a moment and made a deduction.

T'Chaka is a country of its own anyway, and Wakanda has eyeliners and undercover agents all over the world.

Not recognizing himself before can also be attributed to Superman disappearing for too long and being forgotten.

But as long as you search carefully, I believe that Wakanda will soon find clues.

"Thanks to His Majesty the King for his kindness, the banquet is unnecessary. I still have things to deal with, so I won't bother."

Luke waved his hand and declined the invitation.

"There will naturally be opportunities to meet again in the future. Wakanda is a strong and promising country, and sooner or later, it will be on the world stage."

T'Chaka's eyelids twitched, and the arms covering his heart fell.

He understood what Luke meant, hesitated in his heart, and didn't know how to answer.

Conservative, closed, and not communicating with the outside world is the strategy that Wakanda has always adopted.

But with the changes of the times, Tchaka, who once studied in Europe, saw the wonderful world, and felt the vastness of the world, is not willing to be the master of success.

He has ideas for reform, but lacks courage.

The leaders of the rest of the tribes, and even the royal family, have a large number of conservative forces.

They only focus on short-term interests. Unless the vibranium mining is completed one day, they will always be satisfied with their current life and choose to stop.

Luke's appearance seems to be able to change all that.

"Well, since the distinguished guest has something to do, I won't force it to stay."

Tchaka thought of Superman's status and strength, and his heart moved slightly.

If Wakanda has the support of S.H.I.E.L.D., it may not be impossible for it to rise rapidly on the African continent and lead its black compatriots to win freedom.

As for what price to pay?

Luke can obviously remove the Zhenjin meteorite and cut off the future of Wakanda.

But he didn't do that, just took one of the veins.

Looking at the leopard in the tube, it is not difficult to see what kind of character and means Superman has.

"Let's be here today."

Luke rubbed the leopard god Buster vigorously, left the discussion hall of the palace, and went to find Carol.

Half an hour later, after confirming that Superman and his companions had left, T'Chaka looked at the black panther sitting in the council hall.

Bast, the leopard god who pretended to be a kitten before, had golden light flashing in his eyes and seemed to be dissatisfied.

The young king quickly gave up his seat, only to see the round black panther walking up the steps with graceful steps and jumping to the throne.

Cozy up in a ball, dozed off.

"Is this the panther god of Wakanda..."

T'Chaka smiled wryly.