What to do? What else can we do? Go underground and rescue Aquaman! Eric was about to say it when he saw the strong murderous intent in T’Chaka’s eyes.
Ha! Is he planning to kill Namor directly? Come to think of it, saving people is not as easy as killing people? Moreover, Namor’s ability is completely the mortal enemy of Wakanda! Why save him? Can we save him and wait for other forces to catch him, and then give Wakanda another shot?
He is a king! A monarch who killed his own brother!
“T’Chaka, I must remind you that Namor is the king of Atlantis! The power of Atlantis is not worse than Wakanda!”
Hearing Eric’s words, the murderous intent in T’Chaka’s eyes finally subsided a little, but it was obvious that he still hadn’t given up this plan.
Eric shook his head and said nothing more, but he had made up his mind in his heart that he must be careful and not let him kill Aquaman.
“T’Chaka, I need vibranium, lots of it!”
…
With T’Chaka’s help, Eric’s front was soon filled with vibranium.
He looked at these lovely metals emitting a faint blue light, and his supernatural powers were already stirring.
“T’Chaka, before we start, I have to say something to you,” Eric suppressed the restlessness of his supernatural powers and looked at T’Chaka very sincerely, “I, Eric Lansheer, will always be a friend of Wakanda!”
T’Chaka was stunned, and immediately smiled and said, “Of course, Eric, Wakanda will always be your friend.”
Eric nodded, looked at him deeply, and slowly raised his hands.
In T’Chaka’s shocked eyes, the piles of vibranium in front of them slowly floated up, then quickly melted in the air and merged into a huge vibranium ball.
Then, Eric kneaded it in the air like plasticine, and the vibranium ball stretched and thickened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally formed a shuttle-shaped object like a spaceship.
At this time, the intimacy in T’Chaka’s eyes had long disappeared, and there was only fear and gloom.
Eric saw his change and couldn’t help sighing. Who can he blame? He can only blame his superpowers for being too strong…
“Magneto?” T’Chaka suddenly asked softly. Eric was stunned, then shook his head, “Our abilities are very similar, but they are a little different, and I am stronger than him!”
T’Chaka fell silent again, not knowing what he was thinking.
Eric waved his hand, and the vibranium spaceship that had just been built floated over, opened a gap, and he jumped in first, then looked at T’Chaka.
T’Chaka looked at Eric on the spaceship with mixed feelings. He felt that this day was the most tiring day since he came to this world. Two consecutive existences that could easily subvert Wakanda made him exhausted.
No, maybe three. Magneto in Europe should be able to do it too…
“T’Chaka, aren’t you coming?” Eric couldn’t help but shout when he saw that he hadn’t moved for a long time.
T’Chaka was startled, and quickly restrained his emotions, put on the black panther helmet, and jumped onto the spaceship nimbly.
The interior of the spaceship was very simple. There was a small bulge on the top of the head, and electric sparks kept flashing on it, illuminating the interior. There were two seats transformed by vibranium on the ground. Apart from that, there was nothing else.
“T’Chaka, sit tight, we’re going to set off!” Eric controlled the vibranium spaceship with excitement on his face. This was a real big deal. He believed that the Magnetos in other parallel universes must not have done this. He was going to drill a hole in the African land!
How high is the sky? How thick is the earth? No one could tell clearly before, but Eric now has a rough estimate that the earth is about 100 miles thick. Of course, this is the thickness of the African continental plate. Further down, there is the ocean and 1,800 miles of mantle…
100 miles, which only takes about an hour on the ground, is a little farther than the distance from the surface to the edge of space.
Eric controlled the vibranium spaceship, transformed into a huge drill, and drilled straight down.
There were no windows on the drill, so T’Chaka couldn’t see the situation outside. He could only hear bursts of harsh roars. He simply knocked on the Black Panther helmet twice, turned on the sound insulation system, and closed his eyes to rest.
The energy absorption effect of vibranium is indeed very strong. The two of them could not feel the temperature change at all in the drill, but Eric knew that as they drilled deeper and deeper, the temperature around them was also rising.
After drilling for more than three hours, the vibranium spaceship suddenly trembled, T’Chaka suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, and looked around vigilantly.
“We’re there!” Eric was delighted, waved his hand to open the spaceship, jumped out, and T’Chaka followed closely and jumped out.
…
“Is this the base?”
“Of course, we are standing at the top of the base!” Eric closed his eyes and sensed it, a smile appeared on his face, he raised his foot and stepped hard, making a loud “bang” sound, “They wrapped themselves in an iron shell, interesting!”
Yes, it’s very interesting. If it weren’t for Namor’s life, Eric could turn this base into a pile of scrap metal with just a slight pinch.
“Let’s go!” Eric opened a hole in the iron shell and jumped in.
This base is very small. It is not easy for Hydra to transport supplies to this place.
As soon as Eric and T’Chaka jumped into the base, they met Hydra soldiers. T’Chaka didn’t even need to do anything. Eric just waved his hand lightly, and several pieces of broken iron sheets appeared on the wall, leaving several Hydras with their heads and bodies separated.
As they moved forward, more and more Hydra soldiers appeared. Eric stopped at the right time to let T’Chaka vent his depression.
Soon, the two of them cleared a path leading directly to the place where Namor was imprisoned.
The two heard Namor’s roar from afar, ran all the way, and soon arrived at the place.
Eric waved his hand to open the iron door, and saw that Namor was locked in a metal box at the moment, with only his head and arms exposed. Several Hydras in white coats were injecting him with some kind of medicine, while Namor, with red eyes, roared hysterically, and looked like he had lost much reason.
Eric hurriedly took action and stopped several Hydras, but unfortunately, there were already a pile of potion bottles on the ground, and Namor seemed to have been injected with a lot of potions.
“What is this?” T’Chaka picked up the syringe on the ground, put it under his nose and smelled it, and immediately turned his head away. With a look of disgust, “It’s disgusting. Can this thing be used for injection?”
Eric ignored him, put his hand on Namor’s head, and carefully released electromagnetic pulses to wake Namor up.
“Roar!” Eric’s electromagnetic pulse did not work, but made Namor even crazier. He roared at Eric and shook the metal cabinet that locked him violently.
T’Chaka stood behind Eric. He looked at Eric who was busy there, stretched out his hand and knocked on the Black Panther uniform. The uniform on his arm suddenly deformed and turned into a blue laser gun, quietly aiming at Namor.
Discussed in the group at night, it feels that writing fan fiction is really difficult… If you respect the original work, you will be said to have no creativity, and if you innovate, you will be scolded for not respecting the original work… It’s too difficult for me!
Also, please don’t spoil it anymore°(°°)°
Hey, please collect, please recommend…
