"The Panther god! The Panther god has finally shown himself! The Panther god saved us!" As one mech after another shattered and the phantom of Bast the Panther God appeared in the sky, cries of astonishment rang out across Wakanda, followed immediately by countless Wakandans falling to their knees in worship.
It had to be said that although Bast the Panther God had acted a little late, causing many people to die at Ultron's mechanical hands, the moment he did act, he could still reap the most sincere faith of a vast number of believers.
Even if some of these survivors had friends and family who had died just as miserably, they themselves had survived, hadn't they? No matter what, these people would never dare blame Bast the Panther God for acting late. After all, Bast the Panther God had already displayed his majesty; how could any of them dare question him in public?
"What use is it for you to act only now?" However, among the Wakandan Royal Family, Princess Shuri's face was streaked with tears. She had already seen the images of her brother and father dying. After all, even the two Black Panther Suits had fallen into Ultron's hands. For Bast the Panther God to act only now was, to Princess Shuri, no different from not acting at all.
Thus, a surge of resentment rose in Princess Shuri's heart. As a genius of extraordinary intelligence—one could even say the person who had single-handedly built Wakanda's defense network—her faith in Bast the Panther God was not as pure as T'Chaka and his son's. After all, strictly speaking, Princess Shuri had never undergone the Heart-Shaped Herb ritual or received Bast the Panther God's gift of power.
Smack! But just as Princess Shuri was starting to lose control of the