"Retreat! Everyone into the water!"
After knocking Shuri away with his trident, Namor flew overhead and shouted, signaling his people to withdraw first.
Although he could suppress Shuri, the Black Panther, Talokan as a whole was locked in a bitter fight. Namor knew they could not keep this up.
Upon receiving the order, the Talokanil leaped from the deck into the sea, leaving behind quite a few corpses on the deck.
"Wakanda Forever!!"
Believing they had won, the Wakandans raised their weapons and cheered once more. Deadpool, however, sensed that something was off.
"I thought there'd be some huge spectacle, but it's just a brawl between two tribes."
Watching the Talokanil dive beneath the surface and flee the area, Deadpool knew this was highly unusual.
Deadpool was certain that the Talokanil had some hidden agenda.
"These idiots."
Seeing the Wakandans still beating their chests like gorillas and letting out muffled roars, Deadpool's eyes flashed with contempt.
Still, Deadpool had no reason to care whether the Wakandans lived or died. He watched it all unfold with amusement.
The war was far from over, yet these Wakandans had already begun celebrating. It was almost laughable.
"Boom, boom, boom."
Just as Deadpool expected, deafening explosions rang out moments later. Sensing trouble, he immediately flew into the sky.
The massive Wakandan warship had been struck by bombs and blasted up out of the sea.
The vibranium hull split apart. Though it was incredibly sturdy and capable of absorbing kinetic energy, Talokan was likewise a nation with vibranium technology. It was only natural that their bombs could destroy a vibranium ship.
Many Wakandans were sent flying before they could react.
Not every warrior had equipment like the Black Panther's. These Wakandans dressed simply, like members of a primitive tribe, with large portions of their bodies