American comics: To become a god at the beginning, I choose to practice both science and magic

In the light of the bonfire, a black shadow slowly emerged from the water. Eric squinted and saw that the man had short black hair, pointed ears, and a bronze ring in his nose.

Looking at his face, he looked like a Central American Indian.

Eric took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the naked man who emerged from the water.

"Stop! Take another step forward and I'll kill you!"

The man who emerged from the water stopped, but he was not afraid of the weapon in Eric's hand.

"Please don't be nervous, Wakanda, I have no hostility."

"Tell me your name, origin and purpose!" Eric didn't believe the other party's one-sided words.

By the way, is Wakanda's patrol so bad now? It actually let the enemy get close to the residence without any discovery?

After hearing what Eric said, the man smiled slightly: "I have many names, but you can call me Namor, I am from Talocan."

Talocan? A place I have never heard of.

Eric thought that the other party was not telling the truth, and instantly lost interest in continuing the conversation. Moreover, the other party was not wearing any protective gear. Was he looking down on him?

Since you are looking for death yourself, don't blame me.

Eric immediately pulled the trigger, and the bullet drew a line of fire, directly hitting the man whose half body was still submerged in the water.

However, an unbelievable scene appeared. The bullet bounced back at the moment it hit the enemy, without causing any damage to the opponent's body.

Oh, no, it at least made the other party scratch his skin.

Eric: "..." Is it another fucking superhuman?

At this moment, his desire for the power of the Black Panther rose again.

"I think you should be interested in listening to me now."

Eric put down his gun and pretended to listen attentively.

"Perhaps you are unfamiliar with the name Talocan, which is normal because my people left the ground a long time ago and plunged into the ocean..."

Eric raised his eyebrows. Do you want to listen to what you are saying?

"So you mean that you and your people are now living in the sea?"

What Atlanteans? Eric just felt a little ridiculous.

However, Namor nodded naturally: "Yes, blessed by the main god of my tribe, in order to escape the persecution of the Spanish colonists, Talocan left the earth and established a new home in the depths of the ocean."

Eric felt even more incredible. How could even gods come out?

As a black man who has studied in college, Eric is actually a materialist. Although a series of events on Earth in recent years have greatly challenged his materialistic view, it is generally okay.

However, the existence of Taloqan has smashed his already shaky materialistic view to pieces.

Namor took advantage of the other party's distraction and rose from the water. EricOnly then did he notice that the other person had two pairs of white wings on his ankles, and he was even more surprised.

"Hermes?"

"I know which god you are talking about, but unfortunately, I am not one of them." Namor landed from the air, and the wings on his feet stopped flapping.

Yes, Hermes was wearing wing boots, and the wings were not on his feet.

"You must have a high status in Talokan, right?"

Eric was not stupid. Although the other person only had a pair of shorts on him and seemed to be not noble, the ornaments on his hands, feet, and face showed that he was not ordinary.

"I am the actual controller of Talokan." Namor did not mind revealing this important news.

"It's really an honor." Eric sneered: "I wonder what the king of Talokan wants to see me about?"

Are all primitive people so rude?

"Please don't be hostile to me, sir. Although this is the first time we meet, I am sure that we have the same goal."

Namor's words made Eric narrow his eyes: "It's strange, what is my goal?"

"To overthrow the hegemony of the United States...or something like that?"

"...You underwater people know a lot, but I know very little about you."

"If you are willing, I would be happy to introduce you to the history of my tribe."

Eric was brainstorming and analyzing the other party's purpose, but he knew too little to support his analysis.

At this time, Namor said again: "We Talocan are not interested in the world on the ground, but like you, we are determined to resist foreign enemies."

"Oh?" Eric said calmly: "What do you mean? Have you also been invaded by the United States?"

"Those white people haven't discovered us yet, but it's a matter of time." At this point, Namor's face suddenly became a little worried.

"Why do you say that?" Eric asked curiously. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Even if America discovered that there were people underwater, or even civilizations, it couldn't just kill them if it wasn't profitable, right?

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"Because there are also vibranium deposits on the seabed."

"That's impossible!" Eric said in shock.

"Why not?" Namor asked back.

"As we all know, all the vibranium on Earth comes from a meteorite, and it fell into Wakanda."

"You are right, but you obviously overlooked some details. In fact, the meteorite split into two parts after entering the atmosphere, one fell into the land of Wakanda, and the other fell into the sea."

Namor smiled: "My tribe is also mining vibranium now, but it started later than your Wakanda."

Eric understood everything in an instant. If Talocan was discovered by the United States one day, they would definitely find that there was vibranium here. At that time, Talocan would likely encounter the same situation as Wakanda.The same fate as Kanda.

If this is true, then Namor came here to request an alliance. The only two countries in the world that have vibranium mines are naturally allies.

Eric was worried about how to fight this battle, but he didn't expect someone to come to his rescue.

But the premise is that everything the other party said is true.

"Prove it to me." Eric said coldly.

Namor thought about it, took a golden armband from his wrist, and handed it to Eric. []

"This thing is a gift for you."

Eric reached out to take it. If he guessed correctly, this thing should be made of seabed vibranium.

Why do you use such precious things to make jewelry? Can't you use it for the right way?

He had a headache.

"Why choose me?"

If Namor's identity is true, he should have a direct dialogue with the king of Wakanda instead of choosing himself. Eric was puzzled by this.

"Your Wakanda's political structure is very unhealthy, sir. I'm afraid it will be difficult for your king to decide this matter."

Although Talocan is also a tribal situation, it is complete, with only one nation, and all the people in the tribe respect Namor as a god.

His orders are absolute in Talocan, equivalent to God's will.

"Can I?" Eric tried.

Namor didn't speak, and the wings on his ankles flapped to lift him up.

"Let's come here first this time. When we have a deeper foundation of trust between us, maybe you can come to Talocan as a guest."

As soon as the voice fell, Namor's body jumped back and fell into the water. .