Iron Fist Confessor! (Bonus Chapter)

News of the border tribes' defeat quickly reached the tribes along with the fleeing, broken warriors. Standing in the towering palace, watching the routed warriors, T'Challa's pupils constricted sharply:

This... This is impossible! The Wakabi are the most valiant tribe in Wakanda! What happened?!

But he had no time to think, because the enemy's footsteps had already entered Wakanda's urban areas!

On the streets, his people, like a flock of sheep being driven, screamed wildly, trying to escape the Dark Angels was like "Death."

It must be admitted that the unique aura of the Dark Angels is absolutely a double blow to the mind and body of the enemy!

Their armor was stained with blood, and every footprint they left was tinged with crimson.

Some fearless Wakanda civilians attempted to ambush them.

But soon, the Dark Angels showed the Wakanda what fear truly was.

Whether the attackers are hiding behind a wall or in a more concealed place, once they raise their weapons, what awaits them is an explosive bomb. The powerful force will tear apart their heads and even chest cavities, spraying blood mixed with brain matter onto the ground!

In fact, the Dark Angels didn't care at all about the ordinary people who were scattering and fleeing.

However, this is contingent on ordinary people not posing a threat to them; otherwise, they will regard them as enemies.

Remove obstacles as soon as possible.

The nearly one hundred Dark Angels were divided into three roughly different directions, each heading towards a different goal.

Ollsen's First Tactical Squad's objective is to capture the Wakanda Royal Palace.

Inside the palace, T'Challa, who had clearly witnessed how these tall, muscular warriors clad in metal armor "slaughtered" the people of Wakanda, felt a chill run down his spine amidst his extreme rage.

Precise, elegant, lethal, swift!

He could hardly imagine how such a ruthless and cold-blooded warrior could be trained!

"Brother, let's go quickly!"

Terrified by the Dark Angels' ruthless and merciless slaughter, Shuri clung to T'Challa in a panic, pleading, "We have to leave! They're after you! We can't stay here!"

"No, Shuri!" T'Challa's eyes burned with rage as he gritted his teeth. "Now, I am Black Panther, the guardian of Wakanda. I cannot abandon my people. I must defeat them!"

"I am willing to serve you, Your Highness!"

At this time, Okoye, the Guardians, having recovered from his treatment, led several hundred Guardians to the palace.

"Okoye, take your Guardians!"

T'Challa broke free from his sister, then stroked her hair, and said earnestly, "Shuri, you immediately take Mother to the Vibranium mine Laboratory. Trust me... I will defeat the enemy!"

In the end, Shuri succumbed to his brother's gaze and reluctantly nodded. "You must come back safely, brother!"

Looking at Wakanda burning everywhere, T'Challa felt a deep sadness.

At the same time, an ominous premonition arose.

Could it be... that T'Challa will become the last king of Wakanda?

No, that won't happen!

T'Challa his fists, and the necklace he wore on his chest instantly transformed into a suit of armor, enveloping him.

His jet-black battle suit, adorned with patterns resembling silver threads, and resembling a cheetah's helmet, transformed him into the guardian of Wakanda... Black Panther!

"Great Bast the Panther God, please bless your people!"

T'Challa crossed his arms, silently praying, then opened his eyes and roared, "Long live Wakanda!"

The next moment, he suddenly started to run and accelerate, leaping directly out of the high palace.

"Um?"

Ollsen noticed something rapidly approaching from a distance.

But before he could make a move, he saw a figure, entirely black like a cheetah, fall like a shooting star.

Boom!

The massive shockwave instantly repelled Ollsen and several other Dark Angels.

Amidst the swirling dust, the young "Black Panther" assumed a hunting stance, his fingertips flashing sharp claws. "I will make you pay the price in blood for slaughtering my people!"

Looking at the angry young man, Ollsen showed no emotion whatsoever. "Target located."

T'Challa, codename "Black Panther".

The Black Panther is the guardian deity of Wakanda, a role traditionally held by the king.

After consuming the "Heart-shaped Herb," one will be granted superhuman strength, speed, endurance, agility, and other comprehensive genetic enhancements.

Although His Highness Alvin did not explicitly mention whether capturing "Black Panther" alive was necessary among the objectives he mentioned.

However, Ollsen believed that it was best to capture such a figure alive, as this would make it easier to control the backward situation later.

Primitive tribes.

Thinking of this, he turned to the side and said, "Marquez, our brother, he's in your hands now. Make sure you capture him alive."

A man named Marquez slowly stepped out from behind him.

T'Challa paused for a moment, but looking at the "enemy's" clearly superior armor, adorned with incomprehensible rune patterns, he felt a deep sense of fear and unease.

"Black Panther, the guardian deity of this country, is that right?"

Marquez, his foot planted on T'Challa's head, said coldly, "I could crush your flesh and break your bones in a second, and to do that... I wouldn't even need a finger. But I'm willing to give you a chance. Surrender immediately, and I can forgive your ignorance."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

T'Challa stomped his foot on the ground with tremendous force, making him as fast as a cheetah galloping across the African savanna!

In the blink of an eye, he rushed in front of Marquez, his sharp claws ready to tear through the man's armor and rip out his heart, forcing him to offer his blood as a sacrifice to his fallen people!

But that very second became an unattainable "luxury" for T'Challa.

He suddenly realized that he was frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, unable to move at all.

Immediately afterwards, T'Challa saw what appeared to be lightning and flames bursting forth around Marquez!

Boom!

He felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a meteorite; the immense impact dragged T'Challa forward like a streak of light!

The hard ground was churned into a trench a hundred meters long. Even after T'Challa crashed through the wall and fell into the rubble, his mind was still reeling. What had just happened?

He didn't see the enemy make any move at all before he was suddenly "knocked" away.

"Now, in the name of the Black Watch Chapter, the Chief Librarian, I command you..." Marquez walked towards him step by step on the gravel, his eyes flashing with a chilling coldness, as if lightning were leaping within them. "Repent, heretic!"

"Long live Wakanda!"

T'Challa emerged from the rubble, glaring at him. "We will never yield to violence, nor will we... repent to you Daemon!"

"???"

Marquez was unusually silent for a few seconds.

Great opportunity!

T'Challa thought he had seized the opportunity when the enemy was distracted.

The kinetic energy stored in his suit was immediately released beneath his feet, creating a massive shockwave. Using that force, T'Challa launched himself forward like an arrow, flying towards Marquez.

Little did he know that his words had touched upon the most painful memories these Fallen Angels had ever wanted to have.

Daemon?

Marquez caught the flying Black Panther with his bare hands, turned around, and slammed it to the ground!

The immense force caused the surrounding ground to crack, but T'Challa, who was restrained, still tried to break free using the kinetic energy stored in his suit.

Unfortunately, this time... he didn't have the chance.

Marquez's chilling, deep, and sinister voice, as if from Hell, said, "You are not loyal enough. Accept the iron fist of repentance, heretic!"

Calling them Daemon? Bullshit!

You're the heretic! You're the Daemon!

It seems the force wasn't strong enough just now; otherwise, how could this damned heretic not have repented?

After a brief moment of reflection, Marquez decided to intensify his efforts, thoroughly studying the legendary Master of Repentance Asmodeus, determined to teach this heretic a proper way to write the word "repentance"!

You won't repent, huh?

"Then beat you until you repent!" Marquez didn't believe it. Under the iron fist of interrogation, could anyone not repent?