T'Challa and the others were shocked. Luke? When did he arrive? Was he secretly here to steal more Vibranium under their noses before the Attack of Angels?
Shuri reacted quickly, immediately activating the Wakanda intelligence program and projecting the outside view.
The image snapped into place over the center of the hall.
The Angel Legion, which had previously been flying arrogantly in the sky, were now falling to the ground, peacefully asleep.
Wings folded. Bodies dropped like cut strings. No explosion. No roar. Just a sudden, clean silence over the battlefield.
And that arrogant wingless Angel, the powerful being named Angela, was currently half-bowed in a strange posture.
Judging by her expression, she seemed to be struggling to endure some unknown pressure. Large beads of sweat ran down her neck, her muscles were taut, and her face was filled with defiance.
Standing before her were Luke, with whom they had dealt once before, and a mysterious woman.
Shuri quickly retrieved the woman's identity from the database.
"Excella Jones, supervisor of Tri-Pharmaceutical's Africa branch, 24 years old..."
Shuri was reading this aloud with great confusion. How could a mere Excella be related to someone like Luke?
Besides having slightly larger breasts and wider hips, what part of her was better than Shuri?
Shuri was very confident in her appearance, and when it came to talent, she could easily crush a hundred Excellas.
T'Challa's heart stirred slightly, and he hurriedly put on another black panther suit and headed outside.
"Brother? Where are you going?"
"It seems Luke came specifically to save Wakanda. I must express my gratitude to him, right?"
"I'm coming too!"
Shuri quickly followed.
Okoye glanced at T'Chaka, then turned and left with them. A pair of Dora Milaje stayed behind with the king.
"Nooo! You are lying to me! I am Angela, the wingless Angel. How could I possibly be Odin's daughter!"
"I am a warrior of Heven, and Asgard is my mortal enemy!"
Because Angela was hit by a critical strike, she gradually became unable to resist the invisible pressure on her body. Her knees wanted to fold. She refused to let them.
"Yeah, but then... why don't you have wings? Is it because you don't want them? Or is it because..."
A single sentence from Excella broke Angela's defenses.
Everyone in Heven is an Angel.
Everyone has wings and can fly.
Only she was out of place.
She had asked this question before.
Angel Queen Heven answered her, saying: Because you are a broken-winged Angel, you were born without wings, but you possess even greater power.
Yes, she possessed powerful strength far exceeding that of ordinary Angels.
The power within her continued to increase as she aged.
Even compared to Heven, she was not weak at all.
But she still had no wings.
That old answer, once a comfort, now sat in her chest like a stone.
"Carefully sense your power. Let us conduct a small experiment."
Luke raised his hand, channeling the Power of Thor and the Odin Force into his palm.
Golden light gathered without heat, quiet and heavy.
Angela immediately felt a sense of familiarity and closeness.
"This is..." Her breath hitched in surprise.
"The Odin Force, the divine power of Asgard," Luke replied.
Angela raised her head. "Are you an Asgardian too?"
Luke shook his head. "I am not, but I can 'simulate' this power. This is the ability of your father and your brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, Angela felt another power.
Her pupils widened suddenly.
Because this aura was exactly her own power.
Luke could also simulate her divine power.
More critically, there was actually a special connection between these three powers.
They subtly originated from the same source.
The recognition landed harder than any blow she had taken today.
"In the beginning, Angel Queen Heven, in order to threaten Odin, infiltrated the Golden Palace and stole you when you were just born. Later, Odin believed you had been killed by Heven, so he immediately banished Heven."
Luke only spoke a few sentences, but Angela instantly understood what he meant.
She recalled her experiences after birth.
She also remembered the hatred, triumph, and madness that Heven occasionally directed at her.
Before, she thought Heven simply hated Odin, but now she realized that Heven planned to use Angela to kill Odin and invade Asgard for revenge.
She was never an Angel. She was merely a tool created to satisfy Heven's twisted desire for revenge.
Angela felt like her world had collapsed.
She didn't know how to face Heven, nor did she know how to face Asgard and Odin.
Her former mortal enemy had become her father and homeland, while her adoptive mother was the true villain.
This reversal left Angela completely disoriented.
Subconsciously, Angela didn't want to believe it, but her sixth sense told her it was true.
Just then, a Talon Royal aircraft arrived near the group. Dust lifted off the grass as it settled.
T'Challa led his entourage to a spot not far from Luke.
"Lord Luke, I represent all of Wakanda in thanking you for your righteous intervention!"
T'Challa thanked him sincerely.
Shuri also popped her head out curiously, eyes jumping from Angela to Excella to Luke.
But Luke merely glanced at them and gave a faint nod, then looked back at Angela.
It seemed he didn't care about them at all.
Wakanda? What kinda joke is that?
They thought they were so impressive, yet they were completely vulnerable in front of Angela.
This is it? And they want to practice isolationism?
Luke never intended to save Wakanda. His main objective was Angela, and Excella was just a bonus.
However, Shuri and Nakia did bring him 200 anomaly points, bringing his total to 6600.
T'Challa felt somewhat awkward, and he quickly realized the situation.
The gratitude he had prepared sat unused in his throat.
It seemed they had misunderstood.
Luke had not come to save them for the sake of him or Wakanda.
It seemed more like ...he came for the wingless Angel?
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