Borrowing the trident, Namor shouted and announced the beginning of a duel for the throne, and the winner would become the new king of Atlantis.

In fact, getting the Golden Trident means that Posey has passed the inheritance of the Seagod and has become the new Seagod, although he is still only a Title Douluo of more than 90 levels...... Ahem, although he is far from reaching the realm of the original Poseidon, his divine power is indeed growing little by little, and sooner or later he will be able to catch up with Poseidon, the most important thing is that the current Posei is actually the new King of Atlantis by default, and even the Lord of the Seven Seas!

But the Sea Clan soldiers on the battlefield don't know.

The only one who knows the truth is King Zebel, but he obviously just wants to wait and see what happens.

A group of confused Sea Tribes all heard Namor's shout and stopped fighting, even the saltwater tribes.

However, the reason they stopped was not because of Namor, but because they saw the golden trident in Posey's hand.

Although their brains are all crab roe, the saltwater tribes have an extraordinary ability to perceive the sea god's artifact and will never be mistaken.

The faint call they felt before was definitely the power of the Seagod Trident!

That man in scaly armor is the new sea god, their new king!

The leader of the saltwater tribe shouted to see the god of the sea and knelt down towards Posey, and then the saltwater scattered all over the battlefield also bowed their heads and sincerely bowed to the new king.

Namor's face was ugly when he looked at this scene.

And the soldiers of the Atlantean coalition are you look at me and I look at you, a little confused.

Until...... There was a guy with good eyesight who saw the trident in Posey's hand.

"That's Poseidon's Trident!?"

The shouts were quietly transmitted, and soon there was an uproar.

The coalition soldiers looked at the golden halberd and were all shocked.

It's not that no one suspects that it's a fake, but...... How can it be faked?

The power fluctuations from that halberd can't be fake at all, that is the halberd held by Poseidon, the god of the sea they once worshipped, that is the real god of the sea artifact!

Thinking of the traditions and legends of the Sea Tribe, a group of Sea Tribes looked at each other, and then fell to the seabed one after another, next to the saltwater tribes who were still fighting fiercely just now, and also bowed their heads on their knees.

"Poseidon is above!"

The neat shout, compared to the voice of the saltwater tribe, suddenly rose several notches taller.

The saltwater tribes were suddenly met with mocking glances from the coalition soldiers, and they all nodded, but the Seagod Trident was here, and they didn't dare to move, so they could only swallow their anger.

Namor's face was ugly like a piece of at the moment.

Now that this is out, what is the point of a duel? People parachuted directly above his head and became the king! Still a fart?

Namor's muscles contorted.

You can't just sit still!

Kill him!

Take away the Trident!

Namor slammed into Percy, King Zebel's trident, energy converging rapidly.

An explosion of orange energy shot out, heading straight at the head of the Possi.

Percy shook his head, and the golden trident flicked abruptly, and the trident spun in front of him as if it had a spirit, and the water was stirred to form a water barrier, ricocheting the energy ray away.

The next moment, Percy jerked the spinning trident and slammed it into Namor's breastplate.

Smack!

Namor flew upside down, his armor shattered, and he was unconscious.

"Poseidon is mighty! The lord is invincible! A group of sea tribes shouted in unison.

King Zebel also swam over on the Seahorse King and bowed down in front of Posey, "My king." ”

Percy was stunned, "That's it?" ”

Dave tapped him on the shoulder, "Or else?" ”

……

Dave successfully completed his mission on his third day back to base.

On this day, the skies were very clear, but a reporter was in a bad mood.

No, I can't describe Eddie's violent mood at the moment.

Ever since that incarnation of Oxer, his life has been completely darkened. In order to live, he had to get a fake identity and even live in a disguise.

But deep down, he still wants to be a popular reporter.

It was his dream.

It doesn't matter what is reported, as long as it can make him popular.

In the depths of his memory, the face of the armored warrior emerged, making his face more and more ugly.

It was the damn armored warrior who turned him back into a normal person from Oxer on the spot, but those guys didn't think about how much damage he had suffered because he was exposed to the public like this?

His face is simply unacceptable to the world!

Whoever looks at him looks like a monster!

Especially the guys who came to him and called themselves S.H.I.E.L.D., their condescending tone made him even more angry, and he ...... on the spot Angry and fled.

With his experience in stalking, he escaped from New York by playing an anti-stalker, put on a fake face, and ran away to other states, but the metropolis of New York was always his dream place, so he returned here and re-found a job as a journalist under the name of Bullock.

However, before the start of a new life, he was humiliated.

He couldn't even get in the door of the Life Fund Company!

This is the task assigned to him by the above, to go to this company to find big news, and if he finds him, he can be promoted and become a column reporter on Channel 6, but now he is stuck at the first level.

Drake, the boss of the company, didn't meet with him, a nameless little reporter, at all!

Do you want to sneak in?

Looking at the dozens of floors of the Life Fund Company, Eddie's eyes narrowed slightly......

Inside the Life Fund Company, in the conference room, the two were arguing at the moment.

"Eric! Your Renaissance project doesn't make sense at all! A handsome guy in a suit of Indian descent pointed to an equally attractive middle-aged man across from him and said, "Wake up, times have changed, my dear Uncle Eric!" What gene mutagenage, what panacea that stimulates cell self-repair, what human enhancement programs, these are all outdated things, and your lessons are now jerking off in the prison of Aegis! It's not even as useful to study that kind of thing as a warframe! ”

The Indian brother sneered, "My space exploration program is the future!" Aliens are peeking on Earth, and they can come a second time if they can come. The earth is no longer safe, and exploring outer space to find a new place to live, and by the way, exploring outer space resources and developing new science and technology is what our life fund company should do! ”

"If ......," the handsome middle-aged man Eric was interrupted by his nephew Deregg before he could finish speaking.

"What can your plan bring to the company? Is there really a panacea? Still trying to get a replica of the Super Soldier Serum? Why can't you think outside of this mind, uncle? We should look at the stars and the sea! Think of the intelligent beings in outer space, think about their technology, even if you're not interested in cold technology, think about the aliens, think about their physical fitness. If we could explore civilizations in outer space, how many super soldiers would you want without it? ”

Eric's face turned cold.

The Renaissance Project had been his brainchild for many years, and even though he did know that the panacea was a bit outdated, and really not as effective as a suit of steel armor, he still wanted to fulfill his dream.

But it is his nephew who holds the power of the company in front of him, and the board of directors should have been persuaded by him, and his plan may be unsustainable.

"It's useless to talk too much, vote." With a wave of his hand, Dreg looked at each other and cast their precious votes in determining the company's future course.

Moments later, Drake departed in style, leaving Eric alone in the conference room.

Eric looked at his fists, his eyes growing cold.

"Since you won't let me continue the plan, then don't blame me for not talking about uncle and nephew." As he spoke, Eric sneered, "I'm so stupid to make such a low-level mistake. A company is a company, a business is a business, and family affection is family affection, which can't be mixed up at all. ”

"My good nephew, you've taught me a lesson."

Eric got up, walked to the window, looked at the traffic in New York in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and took out his mobile phone, "Make an appointment with Mr. Slade for me, and tell him that he asked for it, and I agreed." ”