American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 382: Over-interpretation of Allen
Black Panther T'Challa falls down a waterfall.

This is a large, fast-flowing river that extends into the primeval forests of inland Africa.

Moreover, the river has many branches and is home to carnivorous creatures such as piranhas and crocodiles, so drowning is basically certain death.

Earlier, a group of tribal chiefs who were impressed by T'Challa stood up excitedly.

They wanted to rescue them, but the new king had been born and they had to obey Eric's orders.

The ceremony for fighting for the throne does not involve life or death.

Unless the new king is merciful and willing to spare his rival's life.

However, Eric, who came here to avenge his father's death, naturally would not allow T'Challa to survive.

Just from the act of throwing the person down the waterfall, it can be seen that the intention is to kill the person.

Eric opened his arms and shouted, "You still don't pay homage to the king."

The spectators who were the first to kneel had no right to choose.

All the chiefs and guards, without exception, looked at Queen Ramanda.

Sometimes when Black Panther T'Challa is not in the country, Ramanda takes over and holds the real power.

It's just that as a mother, she only cares about her son, so she maintains the stability of the royal power.

The elite female warriors who were loyal to the royal family clenched their spears, indicating that they were willing to sacrifice their lives to support the queen.

"Are you going to go against tradition?"

Eric smiled slightly, his eyes full of mockery, as he looked at the unwilling and angry Ramanda, hoping to find evidence that she had violated the ritual.

In Wakanda, tradition is above all else and is equivalent to a constitution that cannot be violated.

As long as Ramanda dares not to acknowledge his identity as king, he can clear the obstacles with justification.

At that time, it will be natural for him to take over the entire Wakanda.

As for the chiefs, he didn't take them seriously at all. They had no right to question the legitimacy of the king.

"See Your Majesty!"

A little impatience can ruin a big plan. Ramanda was very cunning and finally admitted the other party's identity.

If she loses control of her emotions and does something offensive, she will no longer have the chance to avenge T'Challa, and Shuri may even be implicated and die.

She had already lost a son and couldn't lose a daughter.

As the queen expressed her opinion, the other chiefs saluted one after another.

Allen and the other two were the only ones sitting quietly, which immediately aroused Eric's dissatisfaction. He frowned and asked, "Are you challenging my authority?"

"No."

Allen said sincerely, "I discriminate against niggers from the bottom of my heart."

hiss…

Namor gasped.

Bro, please be careful of the situation. This is Wakanda and it's full of niggers.

Eric looked stunned.

I really didn't expect that the other party would dare to provoke me so unscrupulously.

The Wakanda army is not comparable to that of human countries. When Iron Man comes, he will blow up the energy reactor in his chest.

How capable is he to actually challenge an entire country?

Although the guard standing by was angry when he heard this, he was actually a little secretly happy that Eric didn't care about it.

"I hope you can maintain your current attitude." Eric laughed in anger.

In fact, having grown up in American society, he could personally feel the humiliation of racial discrimination.

On the contrary, the natives living in Wakanda don't care about skin color discrimination at all.

We are all dark and such social problems do not exist at all in our daily lives.

"It's about mentality."

Allen said proudly: "Since I stopped taking the medicine, my mentality has been very good. So, after my actual verification, mental illness is not a disease, but a complete conspiracy of capitalists."

"..."

Eric calmed down and ordered, "Take it down."

From his conversation, he realized that this person seemed a little abnormal.

Fortunately, he is an outsider, and ordering his execution will not affect his position as king.

"Pirate King, run!"

Alan carried Morgan on his back and called out to Namor.

Bang!
In the blink of an eye, Alan jumped from the stands to the platform.

At the same time, Namor flew into the sky and prepared to escape.

Namor felt that he could communicate with T'Challa, with whom he had fought many times. After all, both sides only fought to a certain extent, but Eric did not trust him that much.

Just to decide the winner, he still wants to kill them all, which shows that he is cruel and ruthless. He may take this opportunity to exterminate his own people.

They couldn't take action to kill him, which would provide grounds for the two sides to start fighting.

"What do you want to do?"

Eric saw Alan leap in front of him and couldn't help but take a step back in shock.

Suddenly I remembered that the other party had terrifying strength and I was definitely no match for him.

"Don't you know I'm afraid of the dark?"

Allen said bitterly: "You still want to scare me."

Bang!
A whip kick.

Eric can catch the trajectory of the attack with his naked eyes, but unfortunately his reaction speed cannot keep up.

The next moment, the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string.

"Protect the King!"

As soon as they saw the new king being attacked, some people immediately expressed their loyalty.

Most likely he felt that the facts were set in stone, T'Challa was doomed to die, and Eric ascended the throne as king, and wanted to take this opportunity to show off and thus rise to the top in his life.

A warrior threw a spear at Namor in mid-air.

Hearing the noise, Namor turned his head slightly and realized the danger, so he prepared to dodge sideways, but he was a beat too slow and a long wound was cut on his leg. The pain made it difficult for him to flap his wings at his ankle, so he lost his balance and fell straight into the waterfall.

Of course, Namor, who lives in water, cannot be drowned by water.

When Alan kicked Eric away, he jumped off the cliff with Morgan on his back, and at the same time, he gave the queen a meaningful look.

The soldiers looked at the bottom of the waterfall, and saw nothing but mist and rushing water, and could not find any trace at all.

"Send fighter planes to chase them."

puff!
Eric endured the pain and stood up with difficulty. As soon as he said a word, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood and fell into a coma.

Seeing this, Wakanda split into two factions.

One faction was the chiefs who supported the new king and actively tried to treat Eric.

The other group, led by Ramanda, turned a blind eye and watched.

Eric being unconscious was a godsend opportunity to kill him.

With his mind blinded by hatred, Suri secretly tried to put on the weapon bracelet with both hands, hoping to get revenge with a sound wave cannon.

At this time, Ramanda had come to his side, put his hand on Suri, stared at him, and shook his head slightly to indicate that he should not do anything stupid.

As Eric was carried away for treatment.

Most people left one after another, leaving only Ramanda, Suri, and a group of trustworthy female warriors.

With no outsiders present, Suli asked in confusion, "Mother, why don't you let me take revenge?"

"You're fooling around with your life."

Ramanda explained seriously: "Once you kill the new king, you will face the death penalty. I can't live without you anymore."

That's right, as long as Shuri really wants to do it, whether he succeeds or not, he will inevitably die and cause the internal organs of Wakanda to be damaged.

Now that all those with royal blood have died, the tribal chiefs no longer need to abide by tradition and are undoubtedly eligible to be promoted to the new royal family.

At that time, Ramanda will be the first target of cleanup.

"Did T'Challa die in vain?" Shuri roared with tears in his eyes.

"Do not…"

Ramanda hugged her daughter and comforted her softly, "Your brother may not die."

"..."

Shuri then looked confused, completely unable to understand the meaning of his mother's words. T'Challa was seriously injured in public and thrown into the waterfall cliff. If he were an intact person, he might not survive.

Ramanda gave him a reproachful look and said unhappily, "You usually seem quite smart when it comes to inventions, but now your little brain isn't working anymore."

"The outsiders brought by Namor are helping us."

"Help us!?"

The more Suri listened, the more confused he became. He just felt that Alan was mentally ill and discriminated against the black race. He had no good feelings towards him from the bottom of his heart.

"He kicked Eric before he left, actually giving us some time to buy time," Ramanda reminded.

"Heart-shaped grass!" Suri said suddenly.

The king is the protector of Wakanda and must drink a potion made from heart-shaped grass in order to tap into his body's full potential.

However, Eric is now seriously injured and is completely unsuitable for taking heart-shaped grass, otherwise it would be counterproductive and endanger his life.

"good."

Ramanda narrated: "As long as he hasn't taken the heart-shaped grass, he can't be considered a true king."

"Why did he do that?" Suri couldn't understand why Alan wanted to help them.

"It's not hard to guess." Ramanda analyzed, "The other party must hope that we don't attack the sea tribe. At the same time, their intention of escaping through the waterfall is to rescue T'Challa. In this way, the recovered T'Challa has the right to regain the throne."

After hearing a series of explanations, Suri finally understood the whole thing.

I have to admire the mother's wisdom. Her attitude towards Alan changed 180 degrees.

"It turns out that the guy who looks crazy is actually very scheming." Suri praised.

"Now we must mobilize as many connections as possible to prevent the new king from attacking the sea tribe."

After figuring out what to do, Ramanda led his direct subordinates into action.

……

Herds of wildebeests sometimes come to drink water beside the surging rivers.

The predator crocodile hides under the water, quietly waiting for its prey to approach.

As long as they are within a certain range, they will immediately launch a hunting attack, and then drag them into the rivers and roll to their death.

"Grecoil Knight conquers the rivers."

"I am the Dragon King of the Rivers."

Two large adult crocodiles were carrying two people on their backs as they moved forward on the river.

Naturally, it was Alan and Morgan who left Wakanda and just grabbed two big crocodiles as a means of transportation.

As for how to tame a crocodile, it only requires a little bit of fists and kicks.

After all, Alan is a very reasonable person, not only in words, but also in physics.

Bang!
Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the river.

Namor was seen jumping ashore with the seriously injured T'Challa on his back.

"Turn."

The strong fist forced the crocodile to swim to the shore and quickly reunited with Namor.

"Ali ah duo."

As soon as he stepped onto the shore, Allen politely bowed to the crocodile to express his gratitude. Morgan followed suit and bowed, saying, "Ali Ado."

The two crocodiles seemed relieved and slowly retreated into the river.

"Nothing to thank you for. I'll give you a ride."

Without waiting for the crocodile to retreat back into the river, Alan stepped forward quickly and kicked it away.

"I'll give you a ride, too."

Morgan excitedly kicked the crocodile that was carrying him away.

Two crocodiles were flying in the sky. I never thought that I would experience flying one day in my life.

Pfft!
Pfft!
It flew dozens of meters and fell heavily into the river, splashing high water.

"Grandpa, I can kick farther than you." Morgan said proudly.

Alan had a question about how much power Morgan, in his Saipan transformation, could unleash.

All I can say is that among all the heroes, probably the Hulk can fight with her.

"Alan, he's dying."

Namor has been checking T'Challa's vital signs, and judging from his breathing and pulse, his injuries are very serious.

Not only were its internal organs damaged, but it looked like it would not survive being soaked in water for so long.

"With this miraculous doctor here, I won't allow him to die young."

Allen crossed his arms and shouted, "Failure and humiliation ray!"

As a white light shone on T'Challa, it healed all the injuries on his body.

His face was originally pale, and then... it faded a little, and then returned to its dark color.

Ahem...

Within a minute, T'Challa coughed out the water in his lungs and regained consciousness.

"You are…"

T'Challa looked at the three people in confusion, and after a while he remembered, heaved a sigh of relief and said, "So it was you."

"He's lost his mind and needs a break."

Alan looked at Namor and ordered, "Catch a fish, we'll camp and have grilled fish."

"I want to eat grilled fish." Morgan cheered impatiently.

"Little Morgan, go and get some matches."

"Ok."

Namor jumped into the river and Morgan went into the woods.

Allen sat next to T'Challa with nothing to do, gloating: "Captain Black Cat, your throne is gone."

"Yeah, that's it."

T'Challa sighed and groaned, showing no fighting spirit at all.

In fact, when T'Challa and Eric fought, they didn't use their full strength from the beginning.

He was aware of the grudges of the previous generation and therefore felt that he owed the other party.

But in fact, the more we fight, the more we discover how powerful Eric is.

T'Challa had taken heart-shaped grass, and his physical fitness was not something that ordinary people could match. As a result, he was defeated miserably and was almost beaten to death.

The reason why he didn't kill him in the ring was probably because Eric wanted him to see the expressions of his relatives who had lost their loved ones.

After all, Eric witnessed the entire process of his father's murder.

Allen further provoked her: "He's going to kill your mother and sister too."

After hearing this, T'Challa finally reacted, with a strong murderous intent bursting out of his eyes.

He could die to atone for his sins, but he was not allowed to harm his relatives.

But then it became dim again.

"I don't have the ability to defeat him. Besides, once he takes the heart-shaped herb, I will no longer be his opponent." T'Challa said in a low voice.

"How can you be a real man by taking medicine?"

Allen said with disdain: "The leopard must have been injected with super serum."

"..."

T'Challa felt really hurt by what he said, because he was not as good as others after drinking the heart-shaped grass.

Of course, when the super serum was mentioned, I suddenly understood why there was such a huge gap in combat power.

"You mean, I can take back the throne as long as I inject the super serum?" T'Challa asked with interest.

"No."

Allen said seriously: "This will only make you unable to lift your head when taking medicine."

T'Challa asked blankly, "What do you mean?"

Alan had a filthy smile on his face and his eyes shifted to the other person's lower body.

As if he understood what he meant, T'Challa couldn't help but shudder, and sympathy for Eric arose in his heart.

Is it necessary to be so cruel to yourself just for revenge?

(End of this chapter)