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Chapter 392: Allen summons old teammate Om

"I hope you can help me."

David contacted Eric the Leopard in order to borrow the power of Wakanda.

"How to help you?"

Seeing Eric ask instead of rejecting him outright gave David hope.

"Eric, you know that I have always wanted to kill the Sea King."

David first played the emotional card, deliberately bringing up stories of people with similar experiences to arouse empathy.

"Let me help you kill Aquaman?"

Eric's face darkened, and it was obvious that he was about to back down.

To be honest, when he actually came into contact with Wakanda's core technology, he was very sure that Atlantis technology was superior.

Vibranium technology is too limited. Without the vibranium ore foundation, the entire Wakanda technology tree will regress to primitive society.

Atlantis was completely different. The technology of converting seawater into energy alone was thousands of years ahead of human society.

Moreover, the population of the two countries differs by dozens or hundreds of times. If a war really breaks out, Wakanda will undoubtedly be defeated, and even defeated very easily.

"No, you got it wrong."

David quickly explained: "I have obtained the artifact."

As he spoke, he raised the dark trident in his hand and showed it.

"Is this the ancient artifact you have been searching for?" Eric was immediately curious.

Once upon a time, they told each other about their lofty goals, among which the Dark Trident was mentioned.

However, Eric treated it as a myth and didn't take it seriously. What's more, he was not interested in Atlantis. After all, he couldn't breathe in the water, so what was the point of spying on it?

"Yes."

David said confidently: "Now I can overthrow Atlantis by myself, but I am worried that someone will interfere and destroy my revenge."

"You mean T'Challa and the others?" Eric asked.

"Yes, you just need to help me contain the enemies other than the sea tribe."

David imagined the future and said, "If I kill Aquaman successfully, I will dominate Atlantis. At that time, you and I will form an alliance and conquer the world together. Your Wakanda will rule the land, and I will rule all the oceans."

When these words were spoken, not only Eric's heart was pounding, but all the pirates and desperate warriors were also excited.

In the past, they lived in darkness, but in the future, when they conquer the world, not only will they enjoy wealth and honor openly, but each of them will be allocated a country to rule.

In the face of absolute interests, people naturally forget the fear of death temporarily and involuntarily sink into a dream bubble.

"I promise you."

Eric agreed decisively.

It would be easy for Wakanda and Atlantis to defeat all human countries together.

End the call.

Eric personally contacted the chiefs who supported him and forced the queen to help him complete the heart-shaped grass ceremony.

Now that he has recovered, Ramanda has no reason to delay any further.

They could only follow tradition and make a heart-shaped herbal potion for the new king.

Moreover, throughout the entire process, Ramanda did not dare to do anything false.

In Wakanda, tradition comes before everything else.

If Ramanda dared to interfere, he would not only be betrayed by the chiefs who supported him, but also be regarded as a criminal by the people all over the country.

By then, Eric would naturally take full control of the country.

After swallowing the purple juice, the queen, princess, and many chiefs stood by.

The heart-shaped herb has been tested and found to be fine. If Eric's body cannot be strengthened, his throne will be in jeopardy.

It means that his ancestors do not recognize him and he is not qualified to lead Wakanda.

In fact, the whole process went very smoothly.

After a night of strengthening, Eric woke up refreshed and declared himself the true new king.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to order, "Everyone please step aside. I need to talk to the queen and princess about something."

Seeing this, the chiefs tactfully left the palace.

After all, Eric, the queen, and the princess are royal relatives and are the boss of the family. There is no reason for them to meddle in other people's business.

"What are you going to do?" Ramanda asked vigilantly.

"Don't even think about hurting my mother." Suri stood in front, with the sonic cannons in both hands ready to attack at any time.

How could they, mother and daughter, both women, deal with Eric now?

"Aunt, don't be afraid, I won't kill you."

Eric responded calmly, picked up the burning match from the fireplace, and in the astonished eyes of the mother and daughter, threw the match into the medicinal field where the heart-shaped grass was planted.

"No!"

Ramanda roared in disbelief, but was powerless to stop the fire from spreading rapidly and devouring the heart-shaped grass.

One of the core elements of the royal family is the heart-shaped grass, a ritual that every new king must go through.

Once they are all destroyed, no new black panthers will be born, and they will no longer be able to deter the tribes.

After all, the heart-shaped grass is a gift from the leopard god Bast.

Eric was very satisfied with the sad expressions of the mother and daughter. He felt indescribably happy in his heart. It turned out that it was a pleasant thing to mentally torture one's enemy.

But what a pity.

Eric subconsciously glanced at his lower body.

If they hadn't taken the super serum, he would have made the mother and daughter cry every night.

Because of the side effects of the super serum, it is clear that she cannot have offspring, so there is no need for the heart-shaped grass to exist in the world anymore.

"Why do you have to be so hypocritical?"

Eric taunted, "I never saw you so sad when your son died."

"Oh, right!"

The next moment, Eric pretended to be enlightened and said, "Someone told me that T'Challa is not dead."

"you…"

Suddenly, Ramanda's eyes were filled with horror, realizing that the other party had already grasped T'Challa's whereabouts.

"My brother will definitely kill you." Suri said unwillingly.

"Is it!"

Eric smiled cruelly and said, "I will bring back his head, soak it in embalming fluid, and place it on the bedside as a display."

"I kill you."

"Don't be impulsive."

For a moment, Suri could not suppress his anger and wanted to kill the other party. Fortunately, Ramanda stopped him in time.

The crime of regicide was enough to sentence them both to death.

Hahaha……

Eric laughed loudly and walked out of the palace.

……

Arkham Fortress.

The atmosphere was very awkward.

Orm and Namor sat opposite each other.

One was the former king of Atlantis, and the other was the former former former king of Atlantis.

Why four front?

In order, Om's grandfather, Om's mother, and Om himself were all kings.

"Stop, if you keep looking at each other, your eyes will become tearful." Alan spoke to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Don't mention the past again."

Namor was the first to make a statement.

During his reign, stubborn nobles did not recognize him because of his mixed blood, so he led his followers far away.

"I have no say in the affairs of my grandfather."

Om changed the subject and said playfully, "The current Atlantis nobles are still a bunch of hopeless old antiques."

It is obvious that the nobles who once opposed Namor still oppose the half-blood Aquaman, and have privately sought support from Orm to regain the throne.

But he refused them one by one.

All because Orm's mother supported Aquaman Arthur.

(End of this chapter)