It Had Been a While Since He'd Seen the Sorcerer Supreme, and Russell Didn't Miss Him at All

Russell was already quite adept at playing in the water. He took out his trident, held it in his hand, and stepped onto the water as he entered Lake Turkana.

As ripples spread out beneath our feet, the calm lake surface gradually trembled, and a deep rumbling sound came from the bottom of the lake, instantly bringing the entire Lake Turkana to life.

Boom! Rumble—

The lake water churned and surged into towering waves. Amidst deafening thunder, the waves rose upside down and shot into the sky. In the blink of an eye, the boiling waves surged higher and higher.

The lake where Russell stood slowly sank, and the water drawn from the lake around him stirred up waves more than ten meters high. This level of flood was enough to wipe out an army of ten thousand.

A wave that stretched for kilometers rose up, and with a push from Russell's single hand, it instantly transformed into a rapidly advancing wall of water. Wave after wave surged forth, one after another, endless and continuous, like a vast army, its power shaking the heavens!

Azzuri: "..."

If a catastrophe of this magnitude were to befall Wakanda... No, we must not let that happen!

Azzuri's lips were dry. He gave a silent, bitter laugh. He had no more ideas left and was willing to do his best for Hydra's great cause.

In the distance, the tribal allied camp.

In response to the Wakanda's penchant for night raids on camps, nighttime patrols and vigilance were specifically strengthened. The moment the ground trembled slightly, the bugle call to assemble immediately sounded over the three camps.

"The Wakanda have attacked the camp!!"

"Everyone line up! Wait for them to trigger the trap, then attack in one fell swoop!"

The allied forces of the tribes had been on guard for a long time, hoping that the Wakanda would fall into the trap they had set, but gradually they realized that something was wrong.

The roar of thousands of horses charging forward was so loud that the ground trembled more and more violently. If it was the result of an army charge, the number of people would be terrifying. But if it wasn't an army, then what was it?

Soon, the answer appeared before their eyes.

Flood!

A massive flood, stretching for kilometers, surged forth, its turbid waves forming a white line in the distance. Its unstoppable advance devoured everything in its path, the destructive force unleashing terrifying energy that crushed all obstacles in its way.

The military camp was deathly silent. Everyone stood frozen in place, their mouths dry and their scalps tingling, unable to believe what they were seeing.

"Run!!"

Someone shouted, and the soldiers, who had been standing like wooden stakes, turned and ran like madmen, and a race against the flood began.

Ten seconds later, a massive flood surged into the camp, instantly submerging tents, barbed wire, supplies, and equipment. The fleeing soldiers were chased by the floodwaters, pushed over row after row, and swept away to their deaths.

Boom! Boom! Rumble—

A thunderclap from a clear sky, rolling down!

The relentless flood submerged everything, swallowing the tribal soldiers like ants. Subsequent waves continued to surge in, carrying them away to who knows where.

After a long time, the floodwaters began to flow backward as if they were alive, but the creatures that had been swallowed up had vanished without a trace. The original campsite was now just a bare, muddy patch of ground, as if a piece had been violently torn away compared to the surrounding greenery.

Russell stood in the lake, manipulating the floodwaters to flow backward. Lake Turkana was a dead lake, and he had just scooped up about one-fifth of its water. If it wasn't filled back up, it would likely cause significant long-term consequences.

The oncoming waves parted automatically in front of Russell, rushing rapidly to both sides, with waves reaching tens of meters high. Standing in his position, he could only feel the magnificence of the scene.

Snap! Snap! Snap—

The sound of feet splashing on the water came from behind him. Russell was startled and quickly turned the water to protect his body, then created a large wave and rushed towards the source of the sound.

Whoosh!

The water split in two, but it did not stop the newcomer for a moment. Under Russell's dumbfounded gaze, a Black Panther with a bulky body walked out of the water on all fours.

The Black Panther slightly shook its neck, its golden eyes gleaming with an eerie light as it lowered its head.

Holy crap!

Russell pointed at the Black Panther, and after a long pause, blurted out two words that succinctly expressed his current feelings. In this situation, how could he not guess the Black Panther's identity? His pet, the imposter used to impersonate the Black Panther God, was actually the real one!

Black Panther God Bast!

No wonder he's so good at showing off, he really is a god!

Black Panther God tucked his limbs and sat on the water's surface, his long tail sweeping back and forth, creating ripples. "Ancient One told me about you. He said you are a very interesting person."

Upon hearing the name of the Sorcerer Supreme, Russell breathed a sigh of relief. Reflecting on his actions during his time in Wakanda, he felt a sense of relief once more.

It seems he hasn't done anything immoral or heinous!

Wait, I think I shocked it before... several times!

Russell's lips twitched. This Black Panther God was truly tolerant, enduring all his bullying without retaliating. "Uh, Lord Panther God, I apologize for any offense I may have caused you before..."

"It's alright, it's just a small matter and nothing to worry about."

Hearing this, Russell felt relieved and tentatively asked, "So, did you show up tonight to give me some pointers? Should I call Azzuri over?"

"No need, I came to find you."

"Ha!?"

"The Ancient One said you would change the fate of Wakanda, but he didn't tell me whether the outcome would be good or bad, so I came to see for myself," Black Panther God explained to Russell.

That old man Ancient One, has such a big mouth!

Russell was internally cursing, but outwardly he smiled and said, "It's been a while since I've seen the Sorcerer Supreme. I've been thinking of visiting him soon."

"Then please give him my regards. It wasn't easy for me to come all this way, so I won't go looking for him." After saying this, Black Panther God stood up and strolled back the way he came. As he passed a curtain of water, his figure suddenly grew dozens of times larger, and then disappeared without a trace.

Russell was completely bewildered. It ended just like that? So what was the point of your appearance tonight?

Showing off?

Russell was completely bewildered as he watched the Black Panther God depart. At this moment, most of the lake water had returned to its original position, and the lake surface returned to its usual calm.

Russell muttered to himself as he retrieved his trident and returned to the shore. Facing a row of admiring gazes, he felt no sense of accomplishment, because someone who was even more pretentious than him had just appeared.

"Sir, back then... how did Hydra lose?" Azzuri had a thousand words surging in his mind, and he asked a question that puzzled him greatly.

Russell replied with a stern face, "A person's ability is determined by their capacity and vision! Back then, the leader of Hydra was Schmidt. That guy was no good. What great things could an NPC who just delivers equipment achieve? He was easily defeated."

Hearing Russell say this, Azzuri was even more confused. Was there any necessary connection between them?

"I'm different from him. My goal is the stars and the sea." Russell felt that it was absolutely right to explore the universe. Earth was too dangerous, outer space was much safer. At least having a pet wouldn't suddenly turn you into a god.

"The vast universe!?"

"That's right, our Hydra goal has long since changed. Now it's not about ruling the Earth, but conquering the stars. Work hard, and we'll give you a star system to Wakanda mushrooms for in the future."

Azzuri: "..."

The former site of the White Ape Tribe, now the headquarters of Hydra... construction site!

The workers were digging and constructing with great enthusiasm. In addition to the White Ape Tribe who had been enslaved, many Wakanda also joined the construction team on their own.

The Black Panther God has appeared again!

A flood wiped out the invaders from beyond the borders, saving Wakanda from the scourge of war and rescuing believers from dire straits twice in a row. Building toilets and even bathhouses would be a given.

Although this toilet, which has only been partially excavated, is already larger than the royal palace, it is for the exclusive use of the gods, so it is normal for it to be larger!

Inside the makeshift ground laboratory, Russell squatted on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the bloated Black Panther. The Black Panther God was gone, so this was just an ordinary Black Panther, but its every move exuded an imposing aura, so much so that Russell would believe it was real.

After hesitating for a moment, Russell reached out and scratched the Black Panther's neck. The panther tilted its head back, squinted its eyes, and purred contentedly.

Crackling sounds!

"Roar roar roar————"

Staring directly into those fierce golden eyes, Russell closed his own eyes, then suddenly opened them, glaring even more fiercely.

Russell: (◣`◢)

Black Panther: (◣ェ◢)

"I can't tell the difference, it's the same as before..."

Since we can't tell if it's real or fake, let's just assume it's fake!

Thinking of this, Russell kicked the black ball, sending it rolling twice, before calling his men over.

"Bucky, Natasha and I are going to Nepal. You will be in charge of the base construction. If you need anything, just ask Azzuri. Don't hesitate to ask." Russell then glanced at Yelena, who was eager to try. "You stay here to assist Bucky. Learn from him. I will assign you tasks when you are ready to handle things on your own."

Yelena nodded dejectedly. She couldn't disobey Russell's orders. Bucky also nodded and promised to ensure that there would be no problems with the construction of the base.

With the base built, they could start developing spaceships and begin searching for Steve. These things were interconnected, and Bucky was extremely concerned about them.

In the past few days, Bucky has been wearing a Vibranium arm, the same material as Steve's shield. He is so happy that he can't sleep at night and has to carefully wipe it several times a day.

Having solved the major problem of the base, Russell was in high spirits. Remembering his promise to Black Panther God, he decided to make a trip to Kamar-Taj first. He hadn't seen the Sorcerer Supreme in a while and didn't miss Russell at all. He figured he'd just go say hello and maybe see if there was anything he could gain.

His identity is different now; he represents all of humanity in exploring outer space and single-handedly supports Earth's technological civilization. As a powerful figure on the magical side, the Sorcerer Supreme should at least show some respect.

Well, actually, Russell just wanted to ask the Sorcerer Supreme if he had a cosmic Star Map, and if so, to borrow it for a while, copy it, and then return it.

The Cybertron jet, which was hovering outside the atmosphere, was remotely controlled to land. Russell, along with Natasha and Jason, boarded the aircraft. After modifications, the aircraft could carry people for space travel. If the Sorcerer Supreme really had Star Map, he would love to set off immediately to take a trip around the universe.

Universe!

The mere mention of the name evokes a sense of longing and wonder...