Thinking about it carefully, even a pet black panther was this powerful—how terrifying must this mummy have been when he was alive? Blaine didn't dare to think about it, nor did he dare to imagine it.
Suddenly, Blaine recalled another record. According to those records, Atlantis, Latveria, and Wakanda were three places far beyond Earth's normal technological level. Among them, Wakanda was the most advanced, almost reaching the technological height of Titan, far surpassing ordinary civilizations.
When Blaine looked at the black panther beside him, he suddenly understood why it possessed both animal fur and the luster of Vibranium. It was Vibranium sand mixed into it. Wakanda was actually capable of turning Vibranium into sand and then using that sand to create objects. Truly impressive—terrifyingly impressive.
After scanning with his mental power, Blaine confirmed that aside from this, there was nothing else at the bottom of the entire Vibranium meteorite.
Just as Blaine was feeling tempted to touch that awe-inspiring armor, a condensed killing intent suddenly surged through his body along his outstretched fingers.
Blaine was so startled that he instantly withdrew his hand. He had no doubt at all that if his hand had touched the black armor just now, his entire arm would have been crippled.
Terrifying—far too terrifying. Just who exactly was this first-generation Black Panther? Even after death, he still possessed such overwhelming power as a mummified corpse. But what was the reason such a powerful man had fallen here? No matter how Blaine thought about it, he couldn't figure it out.
Blaine didn't even dare to imagine what kind of terrifying existence he would be if such a figure were still alive today. Wakanda would undoubtedly be the sole nation ruling the Earth.
Blaine still remembered that Wakanda had chosen to seal itself off from the outside world to prevent others from coveting its Vibranium. During the world wars—World War I, World War II—the outside world was in chaos, which led Wakanda to hide its true strength and remain isolated.
However, if the first-generation Black Panther—this prehistoric Black Panther—had still existed at that time, then let alone a world war, he might have conquered the entire world in minutes.
"After so many years, you are finally here."
Suddenly, as Blaine was deep in thought, that mysterious voice sounded once more. It seemed to come from the mummy in front of him, or perhaps from the Black Panther beside it. But when Blaine focused carefully, the voice came from all directions, as if an invisible presence filled the entire space.
"Who are you?"
"You know me?"
"Are you the first King of Wakanda?"
Calming himself, Blaine no longer felt the inexplicable panic he had experienced last time. Since things had already reached this point, he simply gathered his courage and asked directly. At the moment, there were only two presences here—or rather, apart from Blaine himself, there was only that voice. And when Blaine looked at the mummy, he already seemed to have an answer in his heart.
However, what Blaine couldn't understand was that he clearly had no connection whatsoever with the first-generation king of Wakanda—no ties even across eight lifetimes. Yet judging by his tone, it seemed as though he knew Blaine very well.
"Oh, after so many years…"
"You are finally willing to see me."
"It seems you have long forgotten the promise you made back then—and you have forgotten me as well."
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