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"Then what should we do?! Just kill them all the way!"

"No... give me some time." Tony asked Jarvis to take over control of the four floating cannons, and then put his hand on the ground, and the mechanical pipeline extending from his arm penetrated into the ground. .

"All the equipment in this area is controlled and deployed by AI. I can hack in, but it depends on you here!"

"Protect Tony, Wanda!"

Steve's figure instantly elongated, and the violent Kryptonian's physique instantly exploded at a violent speed that could not be captured by the naked eye without him holding anything back.

He pierced the sky like an arrow piercing the sky, followed by a series of explosions.

"Let me tell you first, I'm not good at protecting others."

Wanda opened the book of fear, and recited obscure and difficult mantras in her mouth. A scarlet glow crackled in the air. In the gap sprayed with sulfur and fire, the howling scarlet demon couldn't wait to rush in. out.

Of course, these hell creatures who longed to do whatever they want in the main material plane were captured by Wanda's terrifying magic power the moment they stepped out, and were directly enslaved.

These demons had to stay with Wanda and Tony with full reluctance, blocking them in the middle, and at the same time killing all the approaching omnic legions as much as possible.

"Wanda, I need help!!!"

Pietro, who accelerated his speed to the extreme, shuttled through the hail of tens of millions of bullets. The countless omnics in war postures poured countless firepower towards his target that could not be locked.

Even though his speed was so fast that the bullet seemed to be stationary in his eyes, it was still too much.

Pietro's ability is not his 'superpower', to be precise, it is an ability activated by magic.

As Wanda's blood brother, Pietro also has his own special talents - his ability is one of the manifestations of this special ability.

He and Wanda did not have superpowers because of the Mind Stone, but their original talents were activated by the Mind Stone.

Therefore, in the original work, there were only two successful products from the brother and sister in Baron Strucker's laboratory, and the rest were all fake and shoddy products.

Without the Mind Stone, what stimulated the awakening of Wanda's ability was Mephisto's magic that escaped from the Book of Fear, and what stimulated Pietro's awakening was naturally Wanda's magic.

Of course, it is not the energy of hell's magic that is full of erosion to the body and soul, but the scarlet power of Cytorak.

Without saying a word, Wanda raised her hand towards Pietro and released a scarlet magic power!

Wanda, who lacked knowledge and correct teaching, used the most brutal method to tilt the power of the scarlet dimension onto Pietro, and at this moment, Pietro's figure wrapped in scarlet lightning sped up again!

"Great!!!"

Pietro cheered and felt his body speeding up again with joy. Cytorak's power was so direct and rough. He can create monsters like Red Tank and further strengthen Pietro's abilities.

Steve, soaring in the sky, completely saw the current scene of Wakanda.

This place has completely turned into a kingdom and paradise of omnics.

Steve's eyes could hardly see the existence of any living creatures, only crazy machinery and surging heat energy, as well as the cold and invisible huge consciousness that enveloped the entire Wakanda.

This was the thing that always made Steve feel uneasy and even a little scared.

He exhaled softly and gave up the reckless idea of ​​flying directly to the capital of Wakanda.

Even though he is already made of steel, Steve understands that he is not absolutely invincible in this world. What's more, he knows better than anyone where his steel body comes from.

Since the person who poses the question can figure out his own answer, then there will be a second time after the first time. After the question has been answered, the rest is just physical work.

Steve raged in the air and eliminated all the drones and aerial omnics that tried to get closer, while Pietro quickly shuttled and eliminated all the heavy firepower omnic legions. The hell demon legion on the last line of defense continued to block it with flesh and blood. Footsteps of steel.

Although the situation is completely one-sided suppression, no one thinks that they have an advantage now.

The worst failure would be for the assassin who came to assassinate him to be discovered, let alone such a big scene. The longer they delay, the worse the outcome will be.

"Not done yet?!"

Once again, she used magic to forcibly summon and enslave twenty roaring demons. Wanda, who was in a daze, could almost hear Mephisto's deep sinister laughter. She roared at Tony angrily.

"Quickly, give me another twenty seconds." Tony replied accurately.

"Jarvis, temporarily disconnect all devices on my body!"

"Yes, sir."

Following Tony's order, all the controllers controlling all the equipment of this steel suit were cut off, and all control difficulties were forced on Tony.

Forcibly controlling the Iron Suit by linking brain nerves undoubtedly placed a heavy burden on Tony. But even so, he was still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Since Jarvis's last rampage, Tony no longer has too much trust in AI.

Although it is inefficient and dangerous to use brain nerves to control the body's operation, it is better than AI running wild and rebelling at critical moments!

He does have full trust in Jarvis, but when the opponent you face is an omnic army purely controlled and commanded by AI, it is necessary to save a hand.

"Okay - done!!!"

With Tony's roar of joy, control of all omnics in the entire area was transferred to Jarvis and Tony.

Those self-destructing drones that were swooping wildly, and the army of omnics that landed from the airdrop cabins stopped moving instantly, as silent as iron coffins.

"I have seized their AI permission control and erased the core data of their upload center. For the time being, we don't need to consider this issue."

Tony waved his hand and ordered the omnics to return to their normal duties, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"So you can already control all their robots?" Pietro asked curiously

"It's not that simple." Tony glanced at him and said calmly.

"The control of Wakanda's omnic AI is not based on the Gestalt-style group submission to absolute individuals. Each of their nanobug nodes has its own AI judgment - God knows how their picometer-level chips were made. "

"I can connect to the computer through the local network to infect and control part of the AI, but only this part. The acceleration algorithm of each of their AI areas is completely different and may even change over time. I want to use computer hacking to make Wakanda's It is impossible for the omnic legion to be paralyzed."

"Then, let's proceed according to the planned price." Wanda waved away the screaming demons and looked at Steve and asked

"Well, it goes according to plan." Steve said calmly.

"Let us find a stronghold where we can be stationed first."

107. The battle for the king of Wakanda

In the dark cave, a figure covered in black robe carefully looked left and right. After making sure that no eyes were following him, he entered a hidden stone door.

And hidden within this door are actually thousands of Wakandans.

These Wakandans live here, in a secret place where the White Ape tribe resides, living in fear all day long.

The hooded man took off his hood, and what was revealed underneath was Wakabi, the former Wakanda defense commander.

He looked sadly at the people struggling to survive and fell into a long silence.

Wakanda is no longer the Wakanda of Wakandans.

Eric took the throne, ruled this land, ravaged Africa, burned temples, and destroyed faith, but these were actually nothing.

Throughout the history of Wakanda, tyrannical kings are not uncommon. After all, the head of a tribal country that relies on force to determine the ownership of the throne is hard to be a grumpy man.

But what’s crazy about Eric is that his cruel targets are not only people from other countries, but also Wakanda’s own people.

At the beginning, Eric needed to use the Wakandans to consolidate his rule and build those terrifying war machines, but when the nanobugs in Pandora's Box began to reconstruct technology, he no longer needed Wakandans. The Kanda people have such low labor costs.

Therefore, Eric did not hesitate to attack his 'people'.

He forcibly arrested those Wakandans, whether for him or against him, and forcibly transformed these Wakandans into pure biological weapons like himself.

Those biological weapons created according to the Iverson assassin's transformation plan were countless times rougher than the surgery Mu Feng performed on Eric, and what was created was the same crazy killing machine that was the same as the original version.

But does Eric really lack a killing machine?

Pandora is creating millions of cold killing machines every minute. Those machines with a cold light are far more perfect killing machines than humans.

What Eric did was just a kind of pathological sadism and revenge.

He doesn't care about the happiness and well-being of the Wakandans. The anger and hatred accumulated over eighteen years have already distorted him.

Until now, there are still many Wakandans fleeing in all directions, and the number of people gathered here and hiding in the White Ape Tribe's camp is no longer less than 10,000.

Wakanda's demise seems imminent.

But... Wakabi will not give up hope. They still have a glimmer of hope, and the glory of Wakanda has not yet been buried in the abyss of despair!

Wakabi bypassed the twists and turns of the road and entered a relatively spacious area.

Stationed here are the warriors of the White Ape tribe.

These Wakandans who believed in the white ape god Hanuman, who were dissatisfied with the jurisdiction of the Golden Tribe from the beginning and refused to embrace vibranium technology, were the least damaged in this disaster.

It is also a good thing to refuse to embrace technology. At least those gadgets will not cut off your head immediately when they rebel.

"I want to see His Majesty."

Wakabi whispered to a warrior of the White Ape Tribe.

"There is no Your Majesty here, only kittens who have lost their homes." The warrior of the White Ape Tribe mocked contemptuously.

Wakabi clenched his fists slightly and exhaled softly.

"Then take me to see him."

The soldier sneered, but still took Wakabi into the depths of the passage. Behind a heavy stone door was a room that looked like a traditional African chief.

As soon as he opened the door, Wakabi heard a fierce quarrel. To be precise, it was M'Baku, the leader of the White Ape tribe.

This brave but also very mean warrior has a deep scar on his face, which squirms like a centipede when he speaks.

"You brought your lost dogs to eat and drink in my tribe's territory. It's a good thing that I didn't drive you out!"

M'Baku said angrily, and the target of his harsh words was undoubtedly a figure on the hospital bed.

The whole body was covered in black gauze, and the exposed face was as thin as a withered bone.

Wakabi didn't speak. He just lowered his head and stood aside waiting for the conversation to end.

"This mountain can't protect you for long." The man on the hospital bed coughed and whispered.

"What protects us is not your forests or guards, but... the power of the gods?"

"Really? Your god didn't stand up when your cousin threw you into the waterfall." M'Baku mocked maliciously.

"But the fact that I can stand here now that my heart has been taken away is also the best proof of the existence of gods."

The man straightened up with difficulty, and there was a huge scar on his left chest!

"Your Majesty T'Challa, please don't move!"

Wakabi on the side immediately stepped forward to support his weak master. He was Wakabi's only hope in this bottomless darkness and despair.

The last and only true blood descendant of the Golden Tribe, T'Challa, the Golden King who survived the catastrophe.

"I'm fine, Wakabi, I'm not fragile glass." T'Challa shook his head, looking at M'Baku's pale lips and said

"M'Baku, it doesn't matter what the god looks like. It doesn't matter whether he is a black panther god or a white ape god. The point is...how we can survive this desperate ending."

"Your spears and daggers cannot help you survive the ruthless and endless omnic army. M'Baku, blindly avoiding them will only prolong the destruction. They will eventually find you and destroy you."

"But my people can at least survive for a while longer." M'Baku said expressionlessly.

"It is true that our spears and faith cannot allow us to survive from the clutches of that monster, but what about you? T'Challa, where are your warriors? Where is your vibranium? Even you are just A pale skeleton."

"Yes, we have nothing, and our enemies are as powerful as gods." T'Challa showed a pale and empty smile

"However, even so, we still have that glimmer of hope - Wakabi, report what you see."

Wakabi's lips moved slightly and said softly

"I saw the phase barrier leading to the outside world was opened, and someone... broke into this place."

"Then what's their strength?"

Wakabi hesitated for a moment. He considered his words, matched them with the pictures he had peeped today, and said softly.

"Unexpectedly powerful. As expected, anyone who can compete with that mad king has his own uniqueness."

"That's good." T'Challa nodded and coughed weakly.

"So your plan is to wait for the guys outside to kill Eric?" M'Baku looked at him mockingly.

"Taking a step back, even if they succeed, do you think the guys outside will let Wakanda go?"

Eric's existence is an out-and-out disaster for the Wakandans, but if he dies and Wakanda fails, how will their end be any better?

The fate of those who committed such evil acts of war would probably be extremely miserable. So what if they were not responsible for these things? They are Wakandans, and the original sin branded on them is enough.

"No, that's not the case." T'Challa said weakly but firmly.

"We can cooperate with them, but... I have a way to make Wakanda reborn from this catastrophe and maintain our independence!"

M'Baku stared deeply at T'Challa, as if trying to find a hint of cowardice and lack of confidence in this young man's face.