"Namor, forget it, forget it...... You can get the weapon back later! ”

Sebastian dragged Namor, who was dying and had "Trident" in his mouth, back to the submarine.

"Hurry up and let the Atlanteans pick it up, we can't stop Superman!"

He shook Namor's eyes vigorously to sober up the thing and stop thinking about the Neptune Trident.

The U-boat has a maximum depth of 320 meters, which may not be able to escape the sight of superhumans.

At that time, if they are caught up, the members of the Hellfire Club, who do not have the natural ability to breathe underwater, may face the fate of the group.

"Mr. Xiao, you're right."

Sensing the threat of death, Namor temporarily puts down his beloved trident.

The meaning of that weapon to him, like the meowth hammer to Thor, contains an inseparable feeling.

"I'll definitely get it back—back to Atlantis first."

Clutching his bleeding chest, the young king obeyed his heart and emitted a special sound wave that called out to the creatures of the deep.

"You seem to have been left behind, friend."

Luke, who was caught off guard by a feverish sight, looked at the tornado spinning at high speed on the sea, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Sebastian Shaw has fled with Namor."

Inexplicably, the torrent behind the palace was stunned for a moment, and found that the U-boat had disappeared.

That's not right!

Isn't my mission to interfere with Superman's vision and create chaos?

What about people?

All gone?

How is it that the obvious submarine is gone?

A series of question marks emerged from the torrent's head, and the high-speed spinning body came to a sudden stop.

The young mutant who reacted directly manipulated the air flow to form a whirlwind and carried himself away quickly.

Keep staying and fighting Superman, that's what a fool would do!

"If you want to leave now, will it be too late?"

Luke lifted the trident in his hand and narrowed his eyes to confirm his target.

Like throwing a javelin, it shoots out in a standard position.

Whoosh!

The atmosphere exploded.

A golden afterimage, like a galloping lightning, directly hit the running torrent.

"It's kind of finding a material for Dr. Teslak's experiment."

Luke dives down and catches the trident that skewered the rapids into a barbecue

"Don't let me down, Sebastian Shaw. With your ability to make trouble, it should be no problem to create a war. ”

The young major general stood on the surface of the sea and looked down.

The U-boat was adrift underwater, but the command compartment was empty.

……

……

Atlantis, Poseidonia.

Namor, who was mortally wounded, crawled out of the huge nutrient pool.

He had been unconscious for four hours, his body naked, covered in slimy nanodissolving potion.

The hideous wound on the chest healed initially, with only a slight sensation of dull pain.

The thought of his beloved trident falling into the hands of the landers, being played with, touched, and used, Namor couldn't help but be angry.

"Your Majesty, your injuries have not fully recovered, don't be angry easily."

The medical officer dissuaded.

The Neptune Trident is an artifact of Atlantis and a symbol of royal power.

The surface is engraved with magical runes that affect the weather, and hitting a human body will cause electric shock damage.

Even Namor's physical fitness is far beyond ordinary people, and his vitality is exceptionally strong, and he was almost killed in seconds.

"What about the guests I invited?"

Namor ignored the medical officer and asked rhetorically, frowning.

"They...... Stay in the water dungeon. ”

The medical officer replied in a slurred manner.

"Elder Jamma said that they are landlings, and that trespassing into Atlantis is considered an intruder, and must be guarded."

Namor blushed and said nothing.

As anger swelled up, so did a clear pain in his chest.

"Take me to the water prison."

He squeezed the words out of his teeth.

Twenty minutes later, the Hellfire Club, wearing a breathing device, appeared in the council hall.

Namor leaned back on his throne and looked down condescendingly at the robed nobles.

"You imprisoned my compatriots, my guests, and claimed it was for the safety of Atlantis."

His tone was cold, mixed with a hint of anger.

"Yes, Your Majesty. For so many years, no land-based man has ever set foot in our country, let alone entered the capital city of Poseidonia and stood in the halls of Parliament. ”

A robe nobleman raised his head and said fearlessly.

"This is an act of transgression against tradition, and the elders cannot afford to watch your majesty make a mistake, so they put a stop to it—it is also our duty."

Namor pursed her lips, her eyes even colder.

The loss of the Neptune Trident shook his already precarious throne.

Namor, who was in a violent mood swing, suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly spoke: "I am the king of Atlantis, but my courtiers have not given half of the respect they deserve, is this also a kind of transgression?" ”

"Your Majesty, in the history of Atlantis, there has never been a half-blood king, and there has never been a king who lost his trident and fled in battle."

Another robed nobleman stepped forward.

When the cloak of the king's and courtier's humility is lifted, all that remains is naked contempt and rejection.

"Good."

Namor, who was very angry, stood up and said in a loud voice, "Just because I don't have blue skin like you, I am regarded as a 'wild species' and a 'stranger'. Even the teacher in charge of royal education would not talk to me, and the high priest even threatened my grandfather to expel me. ”

"My mother, a princess of the royal family, grew up living a life of fine clothes and food. In order to protect me, she had to hide in the slums, enduring the filthy environment and the cruel life. ”

"Growing up, I was ridiculed and bullied more than you all. They taught me to keep my distance from other people and avoid being hurt, and they also made me see the nastyness of human nature, regardless of skin color or race. ”

"You are not noble. Atlanteans are no different from landers, the same narrow-mindedness, the same selfishness...... Oh no, terrestrial people at least know how to learn. ”

"When they were still drilling wood for fire, Atlantis was already studying the use of marine energy, but now they are all learning to control nuclear energy, and you are still stuck in 10,000 years ago, holding on to that set of traditions."

"What are the rules of the ancestors, you are just frightened by the Celestial Gods and the Eternals, so you hide at the bottom of the sea and don't dare to go out."

Namor said as he walked down the steps.

"Your Majesty—do you know what you're talking about?"

A robed nobleman asked angrily.

"Of course, I do."

Namor clutched his chest and coughed twice.

The other hand quickly reached out and lifted the other person up.

"You may not know that my favorite color is blue!"

Click!

The five fingers are folded together and the arms are forced.

The robe nobleman's neck was crooked to the side, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't believe until he died, Namor would do something to himself.

"Look, how stupid it looks. The king cannot execute nobles...... Take these rules with you and meet the god of the sea. ”

Namor sneered, and began a massacre without suspense.

The guards who were guarding outside heard the sound and burst into the council hall, but they could only stare blankly.

Because according to the rules, they acted against the king and acted against him.

Sebastian, who acted as a bystander, smiled with satisfaction on his face wearing a breathing apparatus.

He glanced at the White Queen quietly, and said in a voice that he could only hear, "Well done." ”

The latter's face was calm, as if he had done nothing.

Hatred blinded Namor's eyes, and if he could calm down, think about it.

With the strength of the Hellfire Club, can the soldiers of Atlantis put them in a water prison?

Moreover, if the robed nobles of the Presbyterian Church want to attack themselves, they should also create public opinion and win over public opinion.

Rather than provoking a king without any preparation.

A few minutes later, when the massacre was over, the halls were littered with the corpses of robed nobles.

Sebastian said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, what should I do next?" ”

Drying the blood from his hands, Namor was like letting go of a big stone pressing on his heart, and his whole person became much more relaxed.

He walked up the steps, sat on the throne, and said word by word: "War." Give the terrestrial world a war. ”