Marvel: Beginning with Spider-Man Heroes

Chapter 270 I Am Your Dearest Best Friend
"Ahem, Wanda, you see that you have started to lose your mind again. In this ancestral land, you must control yourself and stop thinking wildly, otherwise you will kill everyone here if you go berserk again."

Yang Ming turned around, admonishing with a serious face: "Look clearly, I'm Natasha, your closest best friend, don't think too much, you know?"

Wanda froze for a moment, and then panicked.

"It's my problem, I will be careful, Natasha, thank you for reminding me." She said gratefully.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Yang Ming showed an aunt smile.

Sure enough, the big girl is a fool.

"You rest first, I'll go out and find something to eat, I'll recover faster with adequate nutrition."

"Well, thank you."

Leaving the wooden house, Yang Ming carefully closed the door, then patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's dangerous, almost exposed.

He looked at the cabin, turned and left.

After getting away from the wooden house, Yang Ming raised his hand and opened the dimension gate and disappeared into the forest.

Not long after, a temporary station under the purple sky.

A large number of troops are stationed here, and soldiers line up in long lines, as if they are undergoing some kind of ceremony.

On the ancient altar, soldiers walked up to the altar one after another, bathing their bodies in mysterious black energy, and the power pouring into their bodies made the soldiers scream terribly.

But this process is very short.

When the soldier stepped down from the altar, his body size obviously swelled, and his every move was full of absolute power.

Eric stood on the edge of the altar, nodding in satisfaction from time to time, summoning the next soldier to accept the baptism of black energy.

On the mountain not far away, Yang Ming frowned when he saw this strange scene.

"This is the blessing of the gods that T'Challa said? It seems something is wrong."

This is obviously to forcibly pour some kind of magical energy into the soldier's body, thus creating the illusion of the blessing of the gods.

It can indeed increase the combat effectiveness of soldiers in a short period of time, but it cannot be maintained for a long time, and it may even cause irreversible damage to the soldiers' bodies.

Sure enough, there is a gap between the king and the king.

It would be impossible for T'Challa to do such a thing.

In order to win, Eric can be said to be insane.

Thinking about it, Yang Ming quietly disappeared into the gate of dimension.

He turned around and found the location of the statue in T'Challa's mouth.

Eric didn't seem to have much interest in these statues.

After Yang Ming left, Eric subconsciously glanced at the direction Yang Ming left, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Master Eric, we have found traces of the Panther's rebellion."

The soldier reported, and Eric came back to his senses.

"Don't worry, the game has just begun."

He smiled sinisterly, raised his hand, the black panther tattoo on his arm loomed, and then the black panther tattoo turned into a flying eagle tattoo.

"Wow!!"

In an instant, black breath floated out of his body, quickly condensed into dozens of giant eagles and disappeared into the purple sky.

"Have fun with you first, your end will come soon." Eric grinned grimly at the large number of soldiers who had been injected with strength.

Low-lying valleys and gullies, gurgling water, streams meandering along the randomly piled boulders, and finally merged into the big river.

By the side of the stream, Yang Ming looked at the moss-covered boulder with his hands forming a seal. Colorful energy swept across the messy boulder, the moss was peeled off inch by inch, the stream was blocked, and the power of the totem quickly cleaned up the scene.

"boom"

Soon, the boulder slowly stood upright amid tremors, and huge animal stone statues stood in the low-lying places.

Tiger, Lion, Leopard, Ape, Crocodile, Eagle
Looking at these stone statues full of traces of time, the vast and ancient atmosphere suddenly rushed to the face, as if there were tigers and leopards standing in front of them, and the phantom of the ape pan eagle flickered for a moment.

In a trance, Yang Ming took a closer look, but these stone statues became ordinary again, as if the pictures just now were just hallucinations.

Frowning, Yang Ming made seals with both hands, and the colored magic circle slowly spread out. The stone statues trembled slightly and then became unresponsive.

"Not a statue?"

Yang Ming shook his head. These gods are the beliefs of Wakanda. If it is not the natives of Wakanda, it is difficult for outsiders to rely on spirit summoning magic to make these gods respond.

It's not that Eric couldn't find the statues, but he didn't explore the meaning of these statues in depth, which should be the reason why he couldn't be recognized by the leopard god.

If it is T'Challa, it should be able to do this, after all, it is the king recognized by the Panther God.

As for the leopard god next to Eric, that thing is very weird, and it is not certain whether it is true or not.

"Wow!!"

At this time, the high-altitude hawk suddenly raised his head, Yang Ming glanced up, restored the place to its original state, and then disappeared from the scene.

Back at the cabin, the purple sky seemed a little brighter.

"Squeak~"

Yang Ming opened the door and entered, the rusty iron nail wrapped in scarlet energy, only [-]mm away from his brow.

At this moment, Yang Ming couldn't help but want to reproduce a classic.

"Natasha."

Beside the bed, seeing that it was Yang Ming, Wanda restrained the scarlet energy, and dropped the rusty iron nail to the ground.

Yang Ming nodded, "Very good, very vigilant."

He put compressed biscuits and mineral water on the table, "Are you hungry?" He smiled.

Wanda stared, "Are there compressed biscuits in the Land of the Ancestors?"

"No, I picked it up from Eric's army."

"You went to Eric's place, but you weren't found?"

"Nonsense, if you are found out, can you still eat it?" Yang Ming rolled his eyes.

Wanda smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, I feel that IQ is not enough here."

"fine."

"Your IQ outside is not as good as here." Yang Ming added in his heart.

Soon, Techara also returned to the cabin.

"Sorry, I might have to take a break."

T'Challa was out of breath, pointing to the ceiling and said: "Those guys are too difficult to deal with, and the God of Flying Eagles appeared, so I managed to escape back."

"Are there many gods here?" Wanda asked.

Before T'Challa could speak, Yang Ming shook his head and said, "It's not God, but something else."

"What is it?"

"It's not clear yet, but after you regain your strength, we will know soon."

"Okay, I'll take a good rest."

After finishing speaking, Wanda fell asleep, her chest heaving, and the sound of snoring came again.

Yang Ming: "."

T'Challa: "."

The quality of sleep was really good.

Three days passed quickly, and after Wanda regained her strength, the three set off again.

"Wanda, I have found the statue of the Panther God. T'Challa followed me to wake up the statue. The movement may be very loud. I need you to hold Eric. When T'Challa wakes up the power of the statue, we will return."

Yang Ming spread the organized map in front of the two of them.

"As expected of Natasha, she found the location of the statue so quickly." T'Challa admired her.

Yang Ming turned his face away, not wanting to see T'Challa's idiot black face, disgusting.

Wanda has no objection to Yang Ming's arrangement, anyway, this is her strong point.

"Natasha, don't worry, I will hold them back." She looked determined.

Although Eric's army has formed a scale, she still agrees without hesitation.

Yang Ming nodded, "Very well, start to act."

The two expressed their understanding and were about to leave.

"and many more."

Yang Ming suddenly stopped the two of them, and they both looked serious.

"Natasha, is there anything else that needs my attention?" Wanda asked.

Yang Ming was silent for a while, and then said seriously: "We haven't named this operation yet!"

Wanda: "????"

T'Challa: "????"

　The drop in pursuit is miserable, can't it be because of the protagonist's female attire?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)