Marvel: Hunter-Chapter 348: Black Panther

The energy shield was able to merge seamlessly with it, so Blaine walked inside without the slightest obstruction.

He had to admit that this energy shield was incredibly useful. It could melt into soil, sink into the depths of water, even merge with magma—and now it could integrate into this massive protective barrier as well. In that sense, didn’t it mean he could pass freely through almost any substance, just like Vision? You could say this counted as Blaine becoming proficient with this skill.

The moment he stepped inside, Blaine immediately felt that the atmosphere was completely different from the outside world.

There were still mountains, rivers, and vast forests, but the heavy scent of metal in the air was especially strong. It was nothing like the primitive jungles beyond the shield, which were filled with miasma and damp, decaying smells.

Looking around, Blaine realized that Wakanda’s perimeter wasn’t connected to the virgin forest at all. Instead, it was a flat plateau. Standing there, Blaine felt as though he had suddenly stepped onto open grasslands.

Before he could continue observing Wakanda’s technological structures further inside, a sudden sense of danger snapped Blaine awake.

He immediately spread out his mental power, while his energy shield tightened around him. After personally experiencing Wakanda’s national defense barrier, Blaine had developed a cautious respect for this mysterious country. Now, even the slightest anomaly was enough to put him on full alert.

Suddenly, about five kilometers ahead, Blaine’s mental power was abruptly blocked—as if it had slammed into an invisible wall, completely cutting off his investigation.

"That’s strange,"

"What’s going on today?"

"It’s not that my mental power is malfunctioning, and teleportation isn’t working either,"

"Could it be that Wakanda and I are naturally incompatible, and that’s why it’s suppressing me?"

"Hah, I’m a Bounty Hunter who never believed in fate to begin with,"

"I control my own life!"

Blaine roared silently in his heart and charged straight toward the direction where his mental power had been obstructed. This was a classic case of knowing there were tigers in the mountains and still walking straight into them. Blaine had never been afraid of anything.

Five kilometers was an enormous distance for an ordinary person. Even a highly trained special forces soldier would be gasping for breath after running that far.

But for Blaine—

It was just two steps.

When Blaine arrived at the spot, whether by walking or running—it made no real difference to him, whether it was five kilometers, fifty, or five hundred—he suddenly noticed something unusual.

In front of him was a barrier similar to Wakanda’s outer shield, yet at the same time it resembled Blaine’s own skill.

The difference was that the barrier before him was green. It looked extremely thin, like a sheet of cloth, yet somehow felt incredibly solid—an odd contradiction, but undeniably real.

More importantly, this wasn’t a single shield. Many such barriers were linked together, forming a continuous whole. They fit together as perfectly as the fragments of Blaine’s metal key. The connected shields blended seamlessly with the green grass beneath them—if you didn’t look carefully, you might mistake them for tall grass swaying in the wind.

Seeing this, Blaine already understood what was going on.

"So what’s this supposed to mean?" he said calmly. "You come out to meet me, but you don’t dare show your faces?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"You’re planning to hide like this?"

"Come out. I already noticed you."

Blaine spoke confidently toward the shields. To an outsider, it might have looked like he was talking to the grass, muttering to himself like a madman. But what happened in the next second would leave anyone completely stunned.

The moment Blaine finished speaking, the green barriers suddenly trembled. Then, all at once, they shifted aside. Behind them stood a group of burly men.

They wore strange clothing, like warriors from ancient tribes. Their bodies were powerfully built—not tall, exaggerated muscles, but dense, heavy frames layered with solid fat. The metal spears clenched in their hands radiated a combat strength that could not be underestimated.

Even more astonishing were the shields themselves. As they moved, those thin green barriers transformed into cloaks draped over the men’s shoulders, their color shifting into that of ordinary fabric. Astonishingly, they really were cloth.

Looking at the force before him, Blaine felt genuine admiration rise from the bottom of his heart. This might very well be the strongest army on Earth.

Before Blaine could examine them more closely, the warriors suddenly split apart, forming two neat lines to his left and right, as if preparing to welcome someone.

But before Blaine could step forward, another group suddenly appeared before him.

This time, Blaine was very familiar with who they were—because they were all women.

Of course, it wasn’t because Blaine was especially lecherous that he paid attention to them.

These women might have looked slender, even delicate, but anyone who treated them as ordinary soldiers was simply ignorant.

Clad in red bodysuits, adorned with golden earrings, neck rings, and bracelets, and wielding weapons that looked utterly disproportionate to their physiques, the women made Blaine smile faintly.

The Dora Milaje.

Every King of Wakanda was protected by an elite guard skilled in all manner of weapons, and every member of that guard was female, selected from the major tribes of Wakanda.

By Wakandan standards, they were both beautiful and powerful. Some members of the royal guard could even become potential queens. To a certain extent, this system functioned as both a loyalty oath to the throne and a political marriage competition among the tribes seeking to consolidate their influence.

T’Challa, who had received a Western education since childhood, once planned to abolish the royal guard. However, to avoid provoking strong opposition from conservative factions, he ultimately chose to retain them. Instead, he treated the members as sisters rather than future wives—what he considered the best possible compromise.

In addition to the Dora Milaje, there were also several strange old men with small plates embedded in their lips—a distinctive custom Blaine recognized from African tribal cultures.

Looking at the army spread across the plains and hills, Blaine’s excitement grew. Judging by their attire, he couldn’t distinguish the individual Wakandan tribes—but since he couldn’t tell them apart anyway, he simply assumed all five tribes were present.

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