A highly unusual force appeared in Africa. They looked no different from those backward, barbaric Africans—dressed in equally gaudy colors, their bodies painted just as colorfully, even wielding cold weapons like spears.
But before long, the tribes scattered across Africa and the new-age colonizers who lorded over this land got a taste of just how formidable those Wakandan spears were.
Those things could not only stab and be thrown—they could fucking fire energy cannons too!
Where was the most basic trust between people? You made an energy cannon look like a spear—did you have no shame at all?
The Wakandans themselves felt rather ashamed as well. Especially after being utterly crushed by the AllSpark Troops, they understood that their technological development had genuinely gone down the wrong path. So after losing their Vibranium mines, they did not refuse to use certain "primitive" weapons.
Drawing on the accumulated legacy of generations of Wakandans, T'Challa was virtually without rival on the African plains. The Wakandans swiftly carved out territory no less impressive than Wakanda had once been.
And this military expansion, which should have sparked enormous disputes, did not even cause a ripple across the entire world.
Because while the Wakandans were relocating en masse, another world-shaking event erupted in the already chaotic United States—the American president was murdered.
It was not the sort of covert assassination carried out by some deranged gunman. Several ultimatums had been issued beforehand, and then, despite the White House guard's all-out resistance, even the White House was smashed apart. The president was dragged out, stuffed into the barrel of a cannon, and blasted into a skyful of blood and flesh.
Since the founding of the United States, there had been presidents who were assassinated, but never one who had been stuffed into a cannon and blown