Infinite Possession of Beauty

His eyes swept over Ulysses Crow and others.

Chang Emil knew very well that everyone was not really willing to cooperate with him. The reason why he was so obedient was simply because he was afraid of his scarab.

But it doesn't matter, all he needs is their power.

"Tachaka!"

Thinking of the king who took the initiative to expel himself from the tribe, a sharp look flashed in Chan Amir's eyes.

In the next instant, scarab beetles appeared from his body, and under the horrified gaze of Ulysses Crow and others, it turned into a dense black mist and disappeared.

"Boss, what should we do next?"

Watching the disappearing black fog, a mercenary approached Ulysses Crow.

"What else can be done, of course, is to do what the guy said."

Holding his broken arm, Ulysses Crow's face was pale.

The scarab that Chang Emil left on his head is undoubtedly the best threat, even if the bug hasn't moved since the opponent left.However, Ulysses Crow still didn't dare to act rashly. After all, he didn't dare to use his life to stop it.

"More..."

Gritting his teeth, Ulysses Crow looked down at his bloody broken arm, and said grimly: "Hurry up and find someone to show me, this damn old guy, wouldn't it be easy first? Threaten me."

Swearing in a low voice, Ulysses Crow immediately thought of the scarab on his head, and the expression on his face turned to a strong smile, carefully explaining: "Uh, you know, I just I just complained casually, I didn’t mean to say that because of unintentional loss..."

...

The black insect mist formed by controlling the densely packed scarab beetle enveloped his body.

In the desert, the expression on Chang Amir's face suddenly changed.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body fell from the air as if uncontrollably.

Bang--

"Ahem..."

Stretching out his arms from the gravel-filled pit, Chan Amir's body did not suffer much damage because of the protection of the scarab and the cushion of the sand.

However, the scarab that disappeared quickly made Chang Amir's face gloomy.

He could clearly feel that with the disappearance of the scarab, the seemingly incomparable power he had previously controlled had begun to gradually decline.

"I have already reminded you..."

Right here, the dark "Scarab" on the back of Chan Amir's hand began to flash red, and a majestic voice sounded from the depths of his mind.

"The power of the scarab is not endless, no, it should be said that for me, the power of the scarab is endless, but as a mere mortal, your fragile body has become the limit of the scarab's power. Using the power of [Scarab Seal], this will happen. So, remember my humble servant, I still think of important things waiting for you to do, but I don’t want it to happen, you just because of your own stupidity , And died in the extraction of the scarab power..."

"If this is the case, after you die, the soul will never end well..."

"I understand, the great high priest, I was a little too impulsive."

Although it was clear, what was left on the [Scarab Seal] on my palm was only a trace of consciousness of Immorton sealed in the pyramid.

However, Chan Amir still dare not show any overstepping.

"Please forgive me for this ignorant act."

"It's better, I don't have so much kindness to give."

The pitch-black "Scarab" on the back of his hand flashed a red light again, and his voice left a huge roar in Chang Amir's mind.

Looking down at the [Scarab Seal] on the back of his hand, which was restored to peace, Chan Amir raised his head and glanced at the desert where he had fallen.

After a moment of silence, he started to move forward and chose a direction.

After having learned from the past and Immortal's warning, he obviously didn't dare to use the scarab power too much as before.

...

Wakanda, the capital of Bernin Zana.

It is different from the backward and primitive African tribes people think.

Wakanda is a country with fairly advanced technology.

They not only have the most precious metal vibrating gold in the world, they also have quite advanced technology and education, and even have their own intelligence agencies.If it weren't for Wakanda's isolationism that has always maintained isolation, perhaps Wakanda will have a place in the world.

In the capital, in the meeting hall of Bernin Zana, the current King Techaka is listening to a report from the captain of the Guards.

"Zhenjin stealing?"

As a ten-year-old king, although Techaka has reached old age, his appearance still maintains the appearance of middle age. The white spots on the temples did not give him the slightest feeling of old age, but made him He looks more majestic.

Sitting high on his king's throne, he heard what the captain of the guard Okoye had told him.

Techaka's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's right, for some time now," Okoye was conscious of the gaze projected by the king, and he quickly said: "There have been cases of loss of vibrating gold in all aspects of Wakanda. Kanda’s internal situation is familiar to the mind, and the locations of the incidents are often loopholes in our patrol..."

Different from ordinary tribes, Wakanda's guards belong to the king's fundamental power. They come from outstanding women selected by the major tribes. They have strong fighting strength and are good at the use of various weapons.It belongs to the most powerful force in the hands of King Wakanda.

"It seems that all this seems to have an internal whistleblower?"

The control of Zhenjin has always been the most important policy of Wakanda's successive kings.

Therefore, even within Wakanda, there are very strict regulations on the use of vibrating gold.

Tchaka is very clear that for Wakanda, Jinjin is a gift from heaven. It is precisely because of the appearance of Jinjin that Wakanda has the power that surpasses many tribes, but no matter how great the gift is. After all, a day was exhausted, and all he could do was to make this day as late as possible.

"I have arranged for members of the PRIDE (spy organization) to search for this, and I believe there will be results soon."

"hope so."

Nodding lightly, although the captain of the Guards, Okoye, has promised that everything will quickly become lonely, Tchaka has a vague premonition deep in his heart. This may not be as simple as he expected.

After explaining Wakanda’s recent affairs, Tchaka looked at Okoye, who was serious in front of his eyes, and suddenly changed the conversation, with a slight smile on his face and said: "Speaking of which, I will be in college vacation in a while. , Tchala may come back by then."

For his son Techala, Techaka clearly reported extremely high expectations. He not only arranged for him to go abroad to learn about the civilization of the outside world, but also worked hard to educate him about all the history of Wakanda, including the most important thing in the tribe. The legend of the patron saint Panther.

"Really?!"

Hearing King Tchaka’s reminder, the guard captain Okoye showed a subconscious smile on his solemn face, but then he reacted to the situation before him, quickly reduced his smile, and replied solemnly: "If special Chala's return is naturally a thankful thing for Wakanda. I think Princess Suri will also be very happy."

Suri is Techara's half-sister and one of the top technical geniuses in Wakanda. At present, part of Wakanda's protection procedures have been upgraded by her hand.

At the same time, although he and Techara belonged to half brothers and sisters, the relationship between the two was extremely deep and there was no gap.

Hearing Okoye mentioned his daughter, Tchaka's original smile on his face became even stronger.

Standing up from the throne, he looked at the huge patron saint carved behind him, and said silently: "You know, Okoye, the world is developing faster than we thought, although it is on the earth Kanda’s technology is not inferior to any country, but this is only the earth. What happened in New York made me realize that when faced with threats beyond the stars, neither New York nor Wakanda actually has much. That’s why I sent Techara to the United Kingdom, hoping to change Techara’s view of the world and lead Wakanda to transform..."

"But what if Wakanda doesn't need to change?"

As the king's guard, Okoye never objected to what Tchaka had done, but she still had some worries about the changes in the king's mouth.

"Relying on Wakanda's technology, even if it is an enemy from the outside world, we can fight against it."

"This world is broader than you think. Even on Earth, I don't think Wakanda can defeat everything." As a king, Tchaka has enough channels to let him know about the changes in the outside world. The Avengers, Nine Headed snakes, and even more flying to the sky, have terrible powers in the face of these weirdness, even as the guardian of the entire Wakanda, Techaka did not report enough confidence.

"The next world may be an era of rapid changes, so Okoye, you must be prepared to deal with these changes. Although Techara is good enough, he is still young after all. All I can do is to do my best. It is possible to pave the way for him and give him enough time to lead Wakanda into a new path."

Tchaca thought he had enough time to prepare for his son.

However, he never expected that time would be shorter than he had imagined.

...

Late at night, Wakanda.

Ulysses Crow wrapped his injured arm and looked at the brightly lit capital of Wakanda, Bernin Zana, not far away.

The mercenary squad behind him, one by one, are fully equipped, and the expressions on their faces are full of evil spirits.

"Damn it."

The constant pain from the broken arm made Ulysses Crow frown. Although the simple bandaging and treatment helped him avoid subsequent wound infections, the feeling of losing an arm still made Ulysses. Si Crow was full of resentment. He knew very well that his arm would never come back. After all, he had seen his arm swallowed clean by those damn scarabs.

Thinking of the sharp pain of the scarab eating the arm at that time, Ulysses Crow's body shuddered subconsciously.

He raised his eyes and thought of the scarab beetle still standing on top of his head, and all the thoughts of resentment or revenge in his heart disappeared completely.

Maybe I can install a robotic arm, just like Stark's steel suit?

Suppressing his inner emotions, Ulysses Crow looked at his broken arm and thought for a moment in his hardship.

"Boss, our people are all ready, when will we start acting?"

Looking up at the silent Ulysses Crow in front of him, one of the leading mercenaries couldn't help but ask.

"Do you really want to act?"

Facing his subordinate's inquiry, Ulysses Crow glanced at him coldly.

To be honest, for this action, Ulysses Crow felt a thousand and a hundred unwilling.

After all, as long as he starts an action, no matter what the outcome is, it is impossible for him to continue his original vibrating business.Even if Ulysses Crow has already accumulated a large amount of Zhenjin resources by virtue of the past channels, but whoever does business will think that he has less goods, especially with such precious resources as Zhenjin, no matter how many Ulrich Sith Crow felt not enough.

Although there were thousands of unwillingness in his heart, considering his own life, Ulysses Crow obediently chose to cooperate.

"It's just that guy, why not..."

Thinking of the result he would face, Ulysses Crow swept the mercenaries behind him a little irritably, and unconsciously complained.

However, before he could finish his complaint, the rustling movement suddenly remembered from the place where everyone was hiding.

Then, under the gaze of Ulysses Crow, a large number of pitch-black bugs emerged.

Seeing these scarab beetles gushing out, whether it was Ulysses Crow or the mercenaries who had experienced it before, there was an unconsciously stiff look on the faces.

Tugging at the corners of his stiff mouth, revealing a reluctant smile, Ulysses Crow looked at the figure emerging from the direction of the scarab, and quickly raised his remaining arm and said: "You just came Okay, we are just ready, and we are waiting for you to give orders to start operations."

Although, in fact, Ulysses Crow and others have been waiting here for nearly half an hour, but in the face of the many scarabs in front of him, he still made a decisive welcome.