Marvel's My Orange Cat Is an Essence Devouring Beast

He finally came to the entrance of the mine that he had dreamed of for a long time. This is actually an automated operation. The miners usually just patrol and supervise the work, so they have time to greet him.

"You are the new worker." When the people in front of him saw him, they smiled and came over to block their way.

"Hello." The man looked at them with a smile.

"It looks different from what I saw in the photo." Someone said happily.

"Has the organization given everyone my photo?"

Everyone nodded and said, "Let's introduce ourselves now and tell us some of our feelings. We will be together for a long time."

"Are you feeling emotional?" The man pondered for two seconds, "I know that some of you relied on your connections, your parents, or your body to get here, but I am different. I relied on my own hands."

No one was angry either. What he said is true. He has been here for so long and it doesn't matter anymore.

"I relied on these hands to kidnap the owner of the clothes and then came here in his place." The man paused and continued.

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At this time, on the way on horseback. Qi Liao and others' horses were exhausted, and they were considering whether to use fighting energy to turn one out.

In the main city of Wakanda, the new king Eric is staring at the old guy opposite who is busy doing his own thing, completely ignoring him.

He was wearing wizard-like clothes, and had an engineer's hair style, with sunken eye circles, and some strange oil paint pictures on his face. Keep walking around the surrounding flowers and plants.

"I won't help you hold the ceremony, don't even think about it." Seeing that the new king beside him was unwilling to leave for a long time, the man said without looking back.

"No, you will." Eric stepped forward, his expression serious. "You know that my people know how to perform rituals. No matter how you resist, I will gain divine power."

"Yes, then why do you have to come to me?" The man avoided him and still served the flowers and plants in front of him.

His identity is the high priest of Wakanda, and it was he who held T'Challa's coronation ceremony, and the flowers and plants he is playing with now are not ordinary.

This is the heart-shaped grass. T'Challa's magical power is derived from the heart-shaped grass. It is similar in nature to the super serum injected by Captain America, but the effect is much better than that.

"I want to be recognized by Wakanda." The new king had been a mercenary for too long, and he always had an aura of calmness and self-reliance.

After hearing this, the high priest on the opposite side stopped playing with the heart-shaped grass. He raised the same serious face and stared into the other person's eyes: "As long as you still try to snatch this book that doesn't belong to you." If you take the throne, the Wakandans will never recognize you."

"No, you will." Eric smiled with a hint of ridicule, and then walked sideways around the flower bed planted with heart-shaped grass. From time to time, he would touch these flowers that were either as red as blood or as pink as lips. Son.

"Wakanda owes me so much, and you will apologize to me soon."

"Remove your hands from the flowers given by the goddess Bastet. That is not something that an outsider like you can touch." The high priest's tone was still very light, but it was stern and irrefutable, like A teacher who criticizes students.

But unfortunately, the other person was obviously not his student. A flash of sarcasm flashed across Eric's face again, and he actually pinched off the whole thing.

"This is what you are talking about." He held the root still covered with soil and deliberately waved it in front of the high priest.

"I heard that you can gain divine power by eating it directly." He looked at the high priest who still seemed unmoved, and then broke out the flower bones of the heart-shaped grass.

"So what if you eat it," the high priest said, his tone revealing the hidden anger, "Only Wakandans can eat it, it's only useful to outsiders."

"Shut up, old guy." Eric raised the flower bone in his hand, held the back of the high priest's head firmly with his other hand, and rubbed the high priest's face with the hand holding the heart-shaped grass. He wiped it all on the high priest's face.

"After eating it, I said that I will let you personally perform a ceremony for me and let you personally repent for me."

"You bastard, what have you done?" The high priest didn't break free until the strong hand let go of him, and he yelled angrily.

As Eric said, what he is destroying at this moment is not a heart-shaped grass, but Wakanda's hundreds of years of inheritance.

"I said I would let you take the initiative to accept me." Eric leaned close to the high priest and whispered like an order, "I will let you personally perform the coronation ceremony for me."

"Impossible." The high priest's face was still full of anger, as if he wanted to rip his bones out. "This is not your power. You can't steal it, at least you can never steal it from me."

"Hahahaha" After hearing his words, the other party not only wasn't angry, but started laughing, and his body leaned back unconsciously as he laughed.

"You said this is not my power. You said the throne here does not belong to me." He abruptly lifted off his lower lip, revealing features only known to Wakanda.

He was actually the high priest of Wakandan. He was shocked when he saw the other party reveal his identity, but it was only a moment of surprise.

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"It would be too much if you just want to convince me."

"I am the son of Prince Nijadakani Job. The man who killed my father was the king of the previous generation."

After Eric finished laughing, he suddenly stepped forward and arrived in front of the high priest at some point. He strangled his neck forcefully and said, "I have the same blood as T'Challa in my body."

"Now, I want to exercise my rights. I am taking back my position. I have the qualifications to compete with T'Challa."

Eric pulled off the pendant from his neck and almost stuffed it into the high priest's eyes. The high priest's heart trembled. When he said the name, the high priest had already guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

That name was a pain in the heart of the previous king, and he was also the younger brother of the previous king.

And this pendant proves that Eric does have royal blood, although he seems to have no connection with Wakanda anymore.

According to the rules, he does have the qualifications to compete fairly with T'Challa. T'Challa now has divine power, and Eric, as his opponent, naturally needs to obtain the same power.

And this is exactly what I should do as a high priest. The rules of Wakanda: do not look at relationships, do not distinguish between good and evil, only recognize blood, and only look at the strong.

But he is not willing to comply. Don't you think it's absurd? The other party has obviously left this country for a long time, even though he retains the blood of the royal family. But what's the difference between him and an outsider?

If the other party really wins, should such a person be allowed to rule the country of Wakanda?