Reclaiming Lost Glory, the Black Watch Legion Strikes!

Finally, T'Chaka couldn't hold back any longer.

He is the King of Wakanda, the guardian deity of the tribe, and the Black Panther!

At that moment, he felt his blood boiling, and the sound of his ancestors' drums echoed in his ears, as if calling to him!

"You despicable wretch, I will never let your scheme succeed!" Suddenly, the king, who had seemed weak just a moment ago, pounced on Alvin like a swift cheetah. "Wakanda will never submit to anyone!"

Unfortunately, a massive figure suddenly blocked T'Chaka's path.

Soon, the poor king realized the difference in strength.

Despite wearing the Black Panther Suit, he was still utterly powerless against that behemoth.

The Vibranium -woven Black Panther Suit does indeed possess exceptional defensive capabilities, but unfortunately... Ollsen has seen even the toughest tortoise shells.

Soon, King T'Chaka, dressed in Black Panther attire, was panting heavily, and Ollsen seized an opening.

His joints were restrained, and he was thrown in front of Alvin, bound hand and foot.

"You, you have no martial ethics!"

T'Chaka, who was furious, cursed him furiously in a dialect unique to African tribes.

However, Alvin merely scratched his ear, completely unconcerned. "Men, strip him naked, tie him to the bridge, and send him to tell the people inside: if they don't surrender in an hour, I'll throw their king overboard!"

Even Fury, known for his despicable nature, couldn't help but twitch his eyelids after hearing Alvin's plan.

"Isn't what we're doing a bit inhumane?" After thinking it over, he decided to try and persuade them.

That's just too... despicable.

They stripped the king naked and tied him to the bridge of the ship.

This isn't just a slap in the face; it's like Wakanda's face is being trampled and rubbed into the ground!

It wasn't that he thought it was too cruel; as a secret agent, he had seen far more ruthless methods. The reason he said this was simply because he was worried that Wakanda might do something irrational if they were provoked.

Given the technological level that Wakanda has revealed, S.H.I.E.L.D..'s current single Helicarrier is clearly at a significant disadvantage.

"Don't worry, this battle... we don't need you."

Alvin said something mysteriously, then turned and left the bridge.

As he passed the female guards lying scattered on the ground, nearly beaten to death by Ollsen, he frowned and beckoned to Fury beside him. "Hey you? Drag them out too, strip them naked... never mind, don't strip them naked, it's disgusting."

Fury raised an eyelid, feeling as if he had been offended once again without realizing it.

"I really hope you can understand what racial discrimination is." He sighed helplessly and handed the task over to Coulson.

Soon enough, in the Wakanda royal palace, T'Challa and Shuri, the leaders of the four tribes, witnessed a scene that enraged them.

Their King T'Chaka was stripped naked and tied to a cross on the bridge!

And right next to him stood a perfectly orderly row... members of the Guardians!

The only difference was that the guards weren't stripped naked, but even so, it didn't look too good.

At the same time, Fury sent a communication. On the projected screen, he straightened his suit, coughed twice, and seemed a little uncomfortable. "Gentlemen, as you can see, we have captured your King T'Chaka, and we expect you to surrender to us unconditionally within one hour."

He paused for half a second, his expression stiffening, and said, "Well, if you don't agree, then... in an hour, we will throw your beloved king off the bridge deck. I'm sure you wouldn't want to see your king smashed into a pile of minced meat, would you?"

"My God..."

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Tony covered his face, looking speechless. "You know what? Fury, you look exactly like a villain from a movie right now."

"To be precise, we are all villains."

Since "coming to a realization," Steve has become increasingly radical. "Alvin is right, this is for all of humanity. Since they are unwilling to hand over Vibranium, we have no choice but to use more extreme methods."

Fury, stepping down from the projection platform, interrupted everyone, "Gentlemen, stop chatting. Be vigilant. Wakanda won't agree to our demands so easily."

"Is war about to break out?" Steve's eyes gleamed; he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"No, Alvin said we don't need to get involved." Tony frowned, seemingly somewhat helpless. "God knows what he's planning to do."

Time passed, second by second.

"Fury, are you sure Wakanda really received your message?"

Looking at Wakanda, which remained completely still, Steve, who was already prepared for battle, couldn't help but show a puzzled expression.

Could it be that Wakanda is going to abandon their king?

"No, wait a little longer." Fury frowned. Knowing Wakanda as he did, he knew they would never give up on their king so easily. "They're likely just preparing, waiting for us to let our guard down."

Time is up.

However, Wakanda remained silent, as if trapped in a deathly stillness.

Just as Fury was feeling that something was amiss, he suddenly seemed to remember something and abruptly turned his gaze to the bridge deck. "Something's wrong! Go check on the hostages!"

"Hostages?" Steve asked, puzzled, looking out over the bridge at T'Chaka, who was clearly visible. "Aren't the hostages right here?"

"I hope I'm wrong!" Cold sweat beaded on Fury's forehead as he nervously stared at the king, still bound to the cross, and his Guardians on the bridge.

Moments later, several agents climbed onto the outer deck, but as soon as they approached, they discovered a problem. "No, this is bad—the hostages have been rescued, this is a projection!"

Upon hearing this, Fury's face immediately darkened, and he slammed his fist on the table. "Damn it, I knew it—they had already infiltrated the warship and rescued the hostages right under our noses!"

Oh no!

It was only then that everyone realized that Wakanda's technology was so advanced that they could rescue hostages right under their noses without being detected at all!

Even with Tony's Iron Man suit and the presence of an intelligent life form like J.A.R.V.I.S., they couldn't detect when the other side had rescued T'Chaka and the Guardians!

"Then—what should we do now?" Natasha asked with concern. "Without hostages, we can't possibly defeat a country with just a few of us!"

At that moment, Alvin's voice came through the communication channel, reassuring the troops. "Don't worry, from the very beginning I never expected to force Wakanda to submit using hostages."

Just as he finished speaking, the light in the sky seemed to be blocked by some huge object, casting a huge shadow!

What is that?!

Everyone rushed to the front of the bridge deck, their eyes wide with disbelief as they stared at the massive, magnificent, and sacred warship in the clouds, several kilometers in diameter!

Sitting in the combat command center, Alvin looked down at Wakanda and the Helicarrier, a slight smile playing on his lips, "As expected of a Sentinel Prime product, it's truly a masterpiece. In terms of pure functionality, it's already very close to a cruiser."

Of course, although it is equipped with various functions that are close to the size of a cruiser, due to material limitations, this warship developed by Sentinel Prime is only at the level of a frigate.

"Ollsen, are you ready?"

He watched through the monitoring equipment as Ollsen donned his armor, along with a group of former Fallen Angels Chapter.

He said calmly, "This is your first Penitent Crusade, both for the Emperor and for Ryan Johnson."

Use your guns and swords to proclaim to the enemy the return of the Sons of Sanguinius!

Inside the warship, there are rest rooms specially prepared for interstellar warriors, as well as re-armored cabins.

Ollsen was surprisingly calm. With heavy steps, he walked up to the seemingly sacred altar, looked at the hanging prayers and the banner of the Imperial Aquila, and took a deep breath.

How long has it been exactly?

Ollsen couldn't remember the last time he had been to a armory like this.

They had shed their armor, and now they were here, about to undergo a new armor-donning ceremony. How could Ollsen not know that this was "Alvin's" mercy, allowing them to lay down their sins and once again become the Emperor's warriors!

Boom-

The heavy hatch opened, and Aruman, dressed in a long embroidered red robe, stepped into the cabin.

During the Space Marine's armor-donning ceremony, a Tech-Priest must be present, both to bestow blessings upon the warriors donning the armor and to imbue their Power Armor with the blessing of Omnissiah!

The burning sacred incense filled the cabin.

Robotic arms insert screws into the Black Carapace, allowing nerves to better integrate with the skin!

Holding the Emperor Testament, Aruman, in a grand and mechanical voice, bestowed upon Ollsen the glory and blessings of the Imperium once more!

The jet-black outer armor, nested layer upon layer, hung on Ollsen's body, starting with leg armor, then...

Arms, chest armor—all the way to the helmet and the heavy Power Pack!

Aruman personally held out the blessed Bolter and respectfully handed it to him. "May the Angel of the Emperor sweep away all great enemies for Valshius!"

Nearly a thousand years later, his Power Armor was once again marked with a bright Purity Seal, a blessing bestowed upon them by the priests, and the words of the Emperor were written on ancient parchment!

His left shoulder armor was branded with a huge skull and cross, and his knees were marked with a golden skull and cross. But the most eye-catching thing was the laurel wreath on his helmet, which looked like a feather!

Ollsen stroked every mark on his body, his tone complex. "Your Highness, these honors—they are things of the past. I am no longer worthy of them."

The laurel wreath on the helmet, resembling a feather, is a medal called the "Imperium Laureate," awarded only to Space Marine who have demonstrated extraordinary courage and led the Imperium to significant victories!

The skull on his knees is a testament to his past honors, a part of his history and past as a member of the Dark Angels!

The cross and skull insignia on his shoulder armor was the Terminator Cross medal he was awarded for achieving a great victory for the Chapter when he was in the First Company!

Ollsen thought he would never see these honors again in his life, but unexpectedly— Alvin used this awarding ceremony to help him regain his past glory and honor!

But before Ollsen could finish his reflection, an Iron Halo resembling the sun was placed on his missing right shoulder armor!

This is an "Iron Halo" medal!

The bright Iron Halo made Ollsen's pupils shrink slightly, but he quickly composed himself. "Thank you, Your His Highness Alvin..."

The fact that these "honors" could make a Space Marine's voice tremble shows just how important they were to these "traitors" who had long since lost trust!

"Ollsen, I have bestowed upon you the glory you have lost; I hope you will not disappoint me."

Alvin spoke softly in the command room.

He understood the principle of spending a fortune to buy a horse's bones; what did these Fallen Angels crave most?

It's about being recognized, about reclaiming lost glory!

Now, he has given the Fallen Angels what they most desired, and now it's his turn to enjoy their performance!

The next moment, the Drop Pod, like a meteorite, dragged a wave of blazing flames and crashed straight into Wakanda!

The Black Watch Legion has arrived!