Chapter 471
Finally, after a short time, a new set of steel armor was presented to him.
"I blocked the communication signal of the army outside, we have to act quickly."
Mister Fantastic took out a device, quickly pressed it a few times, and the army assembled outside Wakanda lost its command system in an instant.
After calculating several parameters, Mister Fantastic raised two fingers.
This means that before the troops outside restart the communication system, they have two hours of optimal operation time.
Among the six, Stark can fly with armor; Doctor Strange's cloak can fly; Storm can also fly by using the natural power of the storm; Namor can also fly with his own ability.
Only Mister Fantastic and Black Panther are slightly less mobile.
But Mister Fantastic suddenly brought out his own black-tech product—a boxy, silver-white aircraft with no wings or joysticks.
Not to mention the speed of this thing, it can also fly in space.
Looking at the Fantastic Four logo on the exterior of the aircraft, he couldn't help but sigh.
He once thought about taking his son on an aircraft to explore outer space in the future, and now that his son has been recruited into S.H.I.E.L.D., this wish has temporarily come to nothing, so don't even think about it.
Calling the Panthers, the six of them secretly bypassed the assembled army of Wakanda and flew towards the depths of the palace.
Doctor Strange performed invisibility on several people, but the changes in the high-speed airflow could not be concealed, and their actions were still discovered by Wakanda.
The ground detection device scans the sky for a while, human vision will be deceived by magic, but the machine will not.
The whereabouts of the six people could not be hidden, and they were all exposed immediately. Three Wakanda silver fighter planes were dispatched, roaring and rushing towards them, trying to hunt them down in one fell swoop.
"They are still my people, but they are only bewitched by a small group of people. As long as the leopard is overthrown and I return to power, they will all turn around and become my obedient citizens. So, please don't kill people." Before the battle, the black panther was still restricting its own actions.
Fortunately, few people are not bloodthirsty, unless forced to.
Except for Namor who felt dissatisfied, the others nodded to express their support for this statement.
"I'll take care of them." Storm first volunteered, and now that someone made her feel 'cool', she felt that this was also a way to vent her suppressed emotions.
When Storm appeared on the stage, the world changed instantly. She controlled a hurricane and knocked three planes together.
Seeing the violent explosion, she felt a burst of joy in her heart, and that kind of comfort could not be described in words.
However, she still kept her bottom line, just watch the fireworks explode, and she didn't kill her.
She and the Wakanda people can be regarded as half compatriots, her roots are still here, and everyone is at least considered "one of my own".
Three Wakanda pilots parachuted just in time, escaping their lives.
"Frontier tribe! Fight!" Thousands of frontier tribe warriors wearing blue cloaks stopped the six people.
All of them held scimitars and wore cloaks that could resist energy attacks, like a thick wall, standing in front of the palace gate to block the way of several people.
"My brothers, you are walking on a wrong path." Panther was extremely distressed.
He didn't know why his compatriots still didn't understand him because he had done so many things to bridge the gap.
The river tribe made trouble, and the frontier tribe followed closely. It was the cooperation of the two races that forced the neutral merchant tribe and the mining tribe to be coerced into the rebel army.
The several major tribes have been intermarried for a long time, and the relationship between them is too close. Any casual relationship is a relative. If the river tribe and the frontier tribe want to support the rebellion of the leopard, it is really impossible to stop them.
"I'll control them." Doctor Strange activated the magic rope and had already found the leader of the frontier tribe. Now talking to the Black Panther is only for the unity of this small team.
In the next moment, a burst of flames erupted from the tattooed tribal leader's body, and the magic rope was obviously blocked.
"Several tribal leaders have anti-mind control and anti-magic devices." Black Panther would not say that these things are specially designed to prevent supernatural beings like you.
"Kill! Kill them!" Seeing the tattooed frontier tribal leader put on a brooch again, he roared and took the lead to rush towards Dr. Strange.
The leader has anti-mind control and anti-magic devices on his body, but the soldiers don't have it?
Behind them, Storm took the lead in unleashing a hurricane, which immediately scattered hundreds of soldiers, and the rock-solid formation instantly became fragmented.
"We're attacking too!" Stark lowered his helmet and sent out energy shocks with his hands, knocking down the tribal soldiers who rushed over.
The frontier tribes have long been excluded from Wakanda's power structure, and their dissatisfaction with the royal family has already reached a peak, so they have to defect and support the new king.
Several black soldiers charged forward with energy cannons.
Forcing Stark to lift off and distance himself.
The gap exposed after his ascent was occupied by Namor, the prince of Atlantis who was imprisoned by S.H.I.E.L.D. for several years.
It was indeed insanity at first, but recently there has been a tendency to recover. It is not too exciting, and he is usually normal.
Seeing several black men rushing towards him, he sent a black man flying without even thinking about making a fist.
He was extremely powerful. A young black fighter who seemed to be only in his teens and less than 20 years old was punched by him and flew more than ten meters away, blood spurting all over the ground.
A tribal warrior with an old face seemed to be the elder of the youth. He shouted loudly, and the hatred of the country and the family gathered together. Regardless of the difference in strength between himself and Namor, he swung his scimitar in a decisive gesture that almost killed them all.
Namor is an Atlantean mutant whose physical fitness has been fully strengthened. His combat strength on land has been reduced by half, but he is far stronger than these ordinary people.
His left leg was bent, and his knee was aimed at the veteran's lower abdomen, ready for a fierce knee bump.
The Panther reached for his knee bump while knocking out the veteran with a skillful side elbow.
Then he turned his head and looked at Namo: "This old soldier is old, how can he stand up to your torture!"
"I said you are not allowed to hurt people, they are my people, so please hold your hands high!"
The smell of gunpowder between the two heated up instantly, and after a two-second stalemate, the panther took a step back first.
Namor also didn't want to make the relationship too rigid, and also restrained his strength in the subsequent attack.
Thousands of people on the opposite side want to hack them to death, and they still have to keep their hands. That is to say, these few people are powerful, and most people are so timid, they would have died long ago.
"Doctor Strange, I never knew you were so strong? Have you been hiding in New York City?"
Stark also watched these temporary partners while fighting. It is not surprising that Black Panther and Namor rely on their bodies to fight. It is normal for Storm to blow a group of soldiers to this side and almost lose their fighting power by blowing a storm.
And Mister Fantastic basically doesn't have much combat power. He is now tinkering with a device while defending. Among the six, Doctor Strange's attack is the most gorgeous.
"Have you ever thought about giving yourself a code name? To be a superhero, you must have a cool and appropriate hero title, just like my name is Iron Man."
"Why don't you cover your face? Are you still going to continue to be a doctor?" Stark asked while beating.
The two had known each other before, but at the time they were rich men and doctors, and they had never heard of the extraordinary power of this doctor.
But now Stark can't understand Doctor Strange's fighting style, and the armor data is quickly calculating his energy level, and secretly measuring countermeasures.
"The story here is very long... I don't plan to be a superhero. My duty is to protect the world secretly. I won't walk in front of the public. Just keep calling me Doctor Strange."
Doctor Strange smiled wryly. He didn't plan to tell his own experience, nor did he plan to give himself some strange nicknames. He just said something casually, and Stark soon lost his mind to explore.
Seeing that the situation was critical, the frontier tribes dispatched war rhinos with the sound of horns, and more than a dozen rhinos rushed up from behind like tanks.
"Friday, give me the anti-Hulk armor." Stark posed in place.
Soon the satellites in the sky sent him the armor parts. After quick assembly, a huge steel battle armor with a height of three meters and a red color as the main color was completed.
It can be compared to Hulk's punch on the side of the Zhan Rhinoceros. The Zhan Rhinoceros, weighing ten tons and covered with armor, fell down in response.
With one punch to the left and one kick to the right, Stark fought into a ball with more than a dozen war rhinos relying on the anti-Hulk armor.
Parts are broken from time to time, and the satellites in the sky will provide new parts immediately.
As Stark went to fight the rhinoceros, Doctor Strange maximized his own magic power output, which can be regarded as withstanding part of the attack.
At this time, he was not in the strongest state. The battle for the title of Supreme Mage, the trip to hell, and Dormammu's battle had exhausted him to the extreme.
The continuous loss of magic power and the use of time gems made him in an extremely poor state, otherwise he would be able to defeat these thousand tribe warriors without help.
Although he is a quick mage, so many contracts are not signed for nothing. He paid the soul, and those magical entities will provide him with magic power.
And with abundant magic power, it is really not difficult for a mage who knows countless magics to deal with this kind of enemy like a miscellaneous soldier.
The Ring of Raggador, a magic with a cool name, is actually holding two small golden magic shields, relying on the magic shields to resist the energy weapons of the border tribes.
When the energy is almost accumulated, the incantation is chanted in reverse, and the magic formed by a simulated artifact is officially shaped.
Cytorak's crimson chain was like a long whip, knocking down dozens of tribal warriors in a row from left to right.
Then the magic in his mouth was replaced by Bossat's Thunder, and the fiery red lightning that could be transmitted continuously jumped among the tribal soldiers. Before the magic power was exhausted, hundreds of people were defeated by this magic alone.
"Guys, I'm done, Tony, turn on the protection!" Mister Fantastic made a small device on the spot.
As an invisible ultrasonic wave swept across the battlefield, all the surviving tribal fighters fell crookedly to the ground as if they were drunk, and several guys with stronger physiques were rushed up and knocked down one by one by the black panther.
The six people won a complete victory, no one was injured a little bit, and they walked through the crowd calmly and entered the palace.
The initial raid plan failed. When fighting the frontier tribes, the palace had already been prepared, and the warriors of the river tribes formed the second line of defense.
The bald female guard, who had always been loyal to the royal family, stood on the third line of defense with a troubled face.
The chief of the river tribe with a plate stuffed in his lower lip stood at the back, and the women beside him were T'Challa's old woman wearing a chef's hat and her 12-year-old sister Suri.