I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 108: Using the most advanced technology to fight the most primitive battle
It was a giant clockwork soldier, its body as huge as a tall building.

Its body is made up of countless precise gears and steel components, with a huge clockwork installed behind it. Every detail reveals coldness and precision, and it is many times more complicated than a clockwork soldier.

This should not be called a clockwork soldier, but a clockwork general.

The Clockwork General's eyes flashed red, like two burning flames, filled with endless anger and murderous intent.

Its arms were like huge hammers, and every swing brought up a gust of wind, as if to smash everything that stood in its way.

Each of its steps left deep indentations in the ground, shaking the earth as if the whole world was trembling under its feet.

"We can't let it continue to cause damage!"

T'Challa rushed back and shouted urgently: "Okoye, take your Royal Guards and follow me!"

"Hail Wakanda!"

He let out a low roar and leaned forward with his muscles tensed, like a beast about to pounce on its prey. The vibranium spear drew a graceful arc in his hand and went straight to the Clockwork General's eyes with a whistling sound.

boom!
The spear pierced the Clockwork General's eyes like lightning, instantly penetrating the metal shell.

The powerful impact caused the Clockwork General's eyes to shatter like glass, splashing sparks and metal fragments.

The Clockwork General's body shook violently, and the mechanical clicking sound echoed in the air, as if telling of its pain and powerlessness.

"T'Challa!"

Okoye hurried over with several female guards, and the spears in their hands quickly crossed in the air, forming a solid net.

Their movements were smooth and clean, like a carefully choreographed dance.

T'Challa's eyes were sharp and he instantly understood their intentions.

He took the spear handed to him by a female guard, felt the power coming from the cold metal, took a deep breath, bent his knees slightly, and jumped suddenly, his body jumping onto the net woven by the spears as agilely as a cheetah.

"Ugh!"

Several female guards shouted in unison, their voices as deafening as thunder.

They tensed their muscles and swung their spears with all their might, their movements as fast as lightning.

T'Challa was thrown out by their powerful force, his body drew an arc in the air, and went straight to the Clockwork General, landing smoothly on its broad arms, climbing up along its arms and reaching its shoulders.

Just as he was about to kill the Clockwork General in one fell swoop, T'Challa saw a door open at the Clockwork General's neck, and a large number of short clockwork soldiers ran out.

Now that he had not yet drunk the heart-shaped grass and turned into a black panther, he immediately fell into a tough battle.

"This is how the same thing?"

When Wakanda's army was fighting the enemy, Steve and the other two quietly entered the city and came to the battlefield.

Looking at the Wakanda soldiers fighting with spears and other cold weapons, Steve became more and more confused.

Wasn’t it said to be a high-tech country?
Why are the weapons so primitive?

Wakanda really is a strange place full of surprises and contrasts.

Steve shook his head and looked at their opponents, a group of toy soldiers with life. This was undoubtedly a mysterious event.

Under the overcast sky, clockwork soldiers fell one after another from the darkness like endless raindrops.

They didn't look powerful individually, and their movements were mechanical and stiff. However, when they descended from the sky in groups, their numbers surged like a tide, the sense of oppression could not be ignored.

There is also the Clockwork General on the battlefield who is like a giant and should not be underestimated.

It would be very dangerous if they were surrounded, but there was still a chance of escape.

Then, the terrifying existence hidden behind the scenes that the Holy Lord mentioned should be there. Steve narrowed his eyes, looked up at the dark clouds above his head, and fell into deep thought.

"Captain, the guy on top of the big guy is about to die, we have to go and help." Matt, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

Steve came back to his senses and nodded, "You're right, let's go!"

Judging from the intelligence we have obtained, that man is none other than Prince T'Challa, the biological son of the current King of Wakanda, who will most likely take over the throne in the future.

If they could save him, they could easily establish friendly relations.

"Bucky!"

Steve yelled, taking a few steps back and rushing towards Bucky.

The tacit understanding they had built over the years had not faded with the passage of time, and Bucky immediately understood Steve's intention.

He squatted slightly and quickly folded his hands together to form a solid support point for Steve to jump on.

Bucky's strong metal arm suddenly exerted force, like a powerful catapult, and launched Steve out quickly like a cannonball.

Steve drew a graceful and swift arc in the air, aiming directly at the Clockwork General who was still wreaking havoc.

In mid-air, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, locking onto the clockwork soldiers beside T'Challa.

Without hesitation, Steve swung the shield in his hand with all his strength.

The shield drew a silver arc in the air, spun and hit the first clockwork soldier rapidly, making a clanging sound of metal collision.

Then, like a nimble falcon, it knocked down the soldiers around T'Challa one after another. Each impact was extremely precise, as if it had its own will.

The clockwork soldiers fell to the ground one after another under the impact of the shields, sparks flying everywhere.

Just as the shield completed its mission and drew its last graceful arc, it miraculously returned to Steve's hands.

Steve's feet landed steadily next to T'Challa and he caught the shield. His arms shook slightly as if he felt its weight and warmth.

"Who are you?" T'Challa asked, breathing heavily, as he stood back to back with the stranger who suddenly appeared.

"Come and help your people." Steve used his shield to block the iron sword in the clockwork soldier's hand and kicked it away.

He frowned as he felt the weight of the clockwork soldier.

"Hehe, Wakanda doesn't welcome trespassers."

"Sorry, things are urgent. Let's talk about it after we kill these guys. You don't want to see your city continue to be destroyed, right?"

T'Challa looked at the retreating defense line below and the city with billowing smoke everywhere. He was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, let's kill these damn guys first."

"Do you have any way to deal with this big guy? Like a powerful cannon?"

"If there was, we would have used it long ago."

"That's true. So, why not? I see that your technology seems to be quite advanced."

Steve couldn't help but ask the doubts in his mind.

"."

T'Challa said unhappily, "We in Wakanda don't need such backward things!"

"???"

(End of this chapter)