Marvel: Rise of the Ultimate AI

Erik sat in the cockpit of the Eagle fighter, his eyes scanning the vast land below as a surge of pride swelled in his chest.

"T'Chaka… I will take back everything that rightfully belongs to me."

Behind him, an entire army of combat robots stood in perfect formation, their cold, mechanical bodies gleaming under the dim light.

Erik clenched his fists in excitement. His body had been completely transformed, turning him into an unstoppable force. Even if T'Chaka wore the Black Panther suit, he was no longer a match.

And now, with an advanced robotic army at his command, the primitive Wakandan warriors wouldn't stand a chance.

He had everything he needed.

All that was left was to arrive above Wakanda and claim his throne.

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"Large-scale optical camouflage detected. Preparing to enter Wakandan airspace."

The chilling voice of the Red Queen rang in Erik's ears.

He knew they were about to breach Wakanda's legendary cloaking barrier.

As expected, the Eagle fighter seemed to pass through an invisible veil, revealing a sight beyond imagination.

What was once a vast primeval forest had now transformed into a futuristic city of steel and technology.

Erik's lips curled into a grin.

"Wakanda… I'm here!"

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The dozens of Eagle fighters in the sky soon reached the airspace directly above the royal palace.

And then—

They disabled their optical camouflage.

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"What is that?!"

"Oh my god!"

"How did they get past our defenses?!"

"This is a disaster!"

Panic erupted across the palace grounds. The Wakandan people looked up at the fleet of mysterious black fighters, their faces pale with fear.

These intruders had already breached the skies above the royal palace, yet no one had noticed.

If these fighters hadn't turned off their stealth mode, the Wakandans would never have realized they were already under siege.

They wouldn't have even known how they died.

BOOM!

One of the Eagle fighters' hatches opened, and a T-800 combat robot descended in free fall, crashing onto the palace square.

The deafening impact sent shockwaves through the ground.

Everyone held their breath as they stared at the monstrous mechanical soldier before them.

The T-800 lifted its head, its scarlet electronic eyes flickering as it scanned its surroundings.

"Threat level assessment in progress…"

A second later—

"Threat level: Insignificant."

….

THUD!

Another heavy metallic figure dropped from the Eagle fighter, landing right in the middle of the square.

Erik stood tall, his cybernetic body gleaming under the sunlight, exuding an aura of overwhelming dominance.

His cold, mechanical gaze locked onto the palace gates.

And then, he bellowed:

"T'Chaka! Stop hiding like a coward and come face me!"

"The true king of Wakanda has returned!"

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At that moment, the palace doors slowly creaked open.

An elderly yet regal figure emerged, his hands trembling slightly as he gazed at Erik.

His voice carried a sense of disbelief—

"Who… are you?"

Erik's eyes darkened.

And then—

He laughed maniacally.

"Who am I?"

He took a step forward, his metallic foot crushing the ground beneath him.

"T'Chaka, have you truly forgotten? Have you forgotten how you murdered your own brother with your bare hands?"

Gasps erupted from the onlookers.

Murmurs and whispers of shock spread like wildfire.

T'Chaka had once had a brother… but he had mysteriously disappeared.

Most Wakandans had assumed he died in an accident.

But now—

They were hearing a dark secret that had been buried for years.

…..

Erik's voice suddenly turned cold.

"So… allow me to return the favor."

A surge of terrifying power erupted from his body.

His cybernetic muscles tensed, his metallic bones enhanced with superhuman acceleration.

In a blink, he vanished.

….

SHING!

A razor-sharp blade extended from his palm, slicing toward T'Chaka's throat—

CLANG!

Sparks flew.

T'Chaka barely managed to block the attack, his Black Panther suit absorbing the impact.

But—

He was struggling.

Despite the suit's power, T'Chaka was too old. He lacked the reflexes and strength to withstand Erik's relentless assault.

Erik sneered.

"Pathetic. You thought hiding behind the Panther suit would save you?"

His blades clashed against the vibranium suit, sending a shower of sparks flying.

T'Chaka's movements became sluggish.

He was too weak.

...

Suddenly—

BAM!

Erik's cybernetic fist slammed into T'Chaka's chest, sending him crashing into a stone pillar.

The impact shattered the pillar into rubble, sending dust flying into the air.

"Hahahaha! The mighty king of Wakanda… is nothing but a frail old man!"

Erik strode forward, his metallic footsteps echoing across the palace square.

T'Chaka gasped for air.

Though the Black Panther suit protected him from direct penetration, the sheer blunt force trauma was unbearable.

He coughed up blood inside his helmet, his body battered and broken.

"This suit… won't save you."

Erik reached down, gripping the helmet of the Black Panther suit.

And then—

With one monstrous pull, he ripped the helmet clean off.

T'Chaka's face was exposed, his eyes wide with fear.

"Any last words, 'king'?"

T'Chaka tried to speak—

But Erik didn't wait.

His cybernetic hand clamped around T'Chaka's throat.

And then—

CRACK!

A sickening sound echoed through the air.

T'Chaka's body went limp.

The Black Panther suit remained untouched.

But the man inside it—

Was dead.

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Erik stood there, bathed in the blood of his enemy.

He took a deep breath—

And savored the taste of vengeance.

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He turned to face the stunned crowd.

And roared:

"T'Chaka is DEAD! Who else dares to stand against me?!"

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A powerful battle cry erupted from the distance.

"We do!"

The Wakandan Royal Guard had arrived, their eyes burning with fury.

But—

Erik only smirked.

He raised his hand.

"T-800 units—attack."

...

The combat robots immediately activated, their scarlet eyes locking onto their next targets.

"Eliminate all threats."

A terrifying storm of gunfire and energy blasts engulfed the battlefield.

The Wakandan warriors fought with all their might, but—

They were no match.

The T-800s did not feel pain.

They did not hesitate.

They were merciless killing machines.

...

The palace square became a slaughterhouse.

Finally—

The last royal guard fell.

Erik stepped forward, his metallic foot crushing a corpse beneath him.

He scanned the palace's remaining leaders—

And smiled cruelly.

"Now then… does anyone else wish to oppose me?"

The terrified officials immediately dropped to their knees.

Erik let out a satisfied chuckle.

And then—

A voice echoed through the silent battlefield:

"Congratulations… to the new king of Wakanda."

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