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Chapter 122 Let's go and kill! (Please subscribe and read, monthly ticket)
The dazzling white light illuminated the entire seabed. The statue of the king, which had been preserved for tens of thousands of years and had witnessed the most prosperous period of Atlantis, turned into dust under the bombardment of the battleship's main gun and dissipated with the sea water.

However, the three large warships floating on the sea did not stop the attack, but increased the output of their main guns.

"The target signal source has not disappeared, and the energy frequency is still increasing!"

"Increase the output power of the main gun and gradually climb it to the maximum."

The three main battleships of Atlantis were in a mess. Their main guns did not achieve the crushing victory as they had imagined, but instead encountered stubborn resistance.

The strange golden fish, which was only one meter long at most, did not turn into ashes under the light column. Instead, it miraculously gathered strength beyond the imagination of the Atlantis soldiers and fought against the artillery fire.

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Martin activated the power of dragon scales, and the scales on his body turned into smooth mirrors.

With a flick of his tail, an intense golden-red light burst out from every scale, rising into the sky and transforming into a dozen-meter-long strand of pure energy.

The golden-red energy carp swam upstream, pushing back the beams of light fired by the main guns of the three Atlantis warships little by little.

The collision of the two energies released enormous amounts of heat, which evaporated the seawater and formed a cloud of smoke that obscured the entire battlefield.

"What kind of fish is this that can withstand the fire of three main battleships on its own?"

The soldiers of Atlantis and the Kingdom of Zebel looked at the strange golden fish shuttling through the white steam. Their hands and feet became cold, and their mouths became dry even on the bottom of the sea.

They had no idea how they would deal with such an enemy if they faced one on the battlefield.

In other words, how should they come back alive from the other side's hands.

Boom!

Martin forced the laser cannon back into the muzzle of the battleship, causing a violent explosion that instantly paralyzed the three battleships.

Vico had already rushed into the boiling steam with a few bodyguards and rescued Om, who was covered in blood.

Arthur and Orm were both badly hurt in the fight. Their strength had reached its limit and they were just holding on with their last breath.

Vico broke the deadlock in their confrontation, grabbed the item and left without looking back.

"What are you all doing? Come on, kill that damn bastard."

Om's body was covered in blood. The exquisite silver armor had been scrapped and turned into pieces of iron inserted into his body, intertwined with his flesh and blood.

Even so, the physical pain could not overwhelm the grief and humiliation in Om's heart.

He couldn't believe it, nor was he willing to believe that after trying everything he could, he still couldn't defeat that bastard from the land.

Even though Arthur was covered in blood and wounds like him, he couldn't even stand steadily.

But to Om, that was failure.

If today's events were to get out, who would still recognize him as the king, and how many people would still support his plan to go to war with the land?

"Viko, all of you follow me. I will chop off that bastard's head today and bring it back to the capital to let those who have other intentions know that I am the king."

Om is now like a red-eyed gambler at the gambling table. He is willing to risk his life.

Vico was in great pain. For the past ten years, he had hoped very much that Arthur could return to Atlantis.

But when the moment came, he was terrified.

The "Prince's Revenge" that he had been looking forward to turned into a bloody fight. Arthur didn't care about the kingdom under the sea at all. He just wanted to eliminate all dangers from the seabed for him and his father.

"Your injuries are too severe and require immediate treatment. With our warships here, any enemy will be reduced to ashes under the gunfire."

Vicco didn't think Arthur could survive the battleship's fire.

He gave up completely and only wanted to take Om and leave the battlefield as soon as possible.

"I will never leave until I kill that half-blood bastard and wash away my shame."

Om struggled to get rid of Vicco's hand and let the medic treat his injuries on the spot.

Martin disabled the attack capabilities of the three capital ships, flicked his tail, and swam over to Arthur.

Arthur's condition was not much better than Orm's, his right arm bone was broken, piercing through the flesh and exposing it, and his upper body was covered in bruises and bloody scars.

His head was swollen like a pig's head and one of his legs was bent into an S shape.

Martin looked at Arthur's miserable appearance and said immediately, "We should go!"

"Leave? How can we leave when we haven't dealt with Om yet?"

Arthur struggled to raise his head and there was a cracking sound in his neck.

"Om is a piece of stinky shit. You can kill him anytime you want."

Martin said worriedly, "But if you don't leave now, you will die here. To me, the whole of Atlantis is not as important as your friend."

"Ah, it warms my heart to hear your sincere words at this time."

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a pain in his lungs as if they were being cut by a knife. He couldn't help coughing a few times, which made the pain even worse.

"But everything I saw today made me realize that Orm is a pure ambitionist and war madman. If we delay his execution for one day, more people will be hurt."

Arthur had to lower his voice because of the pain in his lungs, but the determination in his words was as heavy as a mountain.

"I respect your opinion, but how are you going to fight when you look like this?"

Martin saw that the Atlantis warships launched a large number of small ships, which were fully loaded with soldiers and surrounded him and Arthur from all sides.

But Martin did not look at the soldiers.

Arthur turned his head slowly and whispered, "Actually, I can draw energy from the ocean to increase my strength and heal my injuries. But I have never been injured so badly, so..."

"So you just want to treat me like a fish power bank? No problem, suck it up quickly, and when you're done, let's beat up these bastards."

Martin used his fin to touch the golden dragon scales between his eyebrows.

This relic from a real dragon has the authority to mobilize the power of the sea. The moment Martin called him, it turned from an ordinary carp into a magical dragon-like creature.

The golden dragon scales spun, emitting a burst of golden light that fell on Arthur.

In an instant, surging life energy rushed into Arthur's body like a flood, blowing him into a big balloon.

"Martin, you gave me too much energy. I can't hold on any longer."

Martin didn't stop, he tapped the scales again and placed the fin on Arthur's chest, connecting through his ability.

The moment he placed his hand on his chest, he seemed to see a huge network connecting countless leaping sparks.

But this feeling was fleeting, and Martin's vision returned to normal, and Arthur's injuries also healed in the blink of an eye.

“I feel like my body is full of strength.”

Arthur leaped to his feet, pulling out Orm's trident from the ruins, wielding it a few times to get familiar with the weapon.

He felt the increasing power after connecting with Martin, and couldn't help but say: "It would be great if you couldn't transform. Then the two of us could join forces and kill people!"

"After you kill Om, tell me this again!"

Martin rolled his eyes at him and prepared for a fight.

With the help of medicines provided by the medics, Om recovered quickly and put on armor specially designed for combat again.

Nereus asked his guards to join the ranks of surrounding the enemy, and he rode on the seahorse and said to Orm: "King Orm, do you need my help?"

"of course."

Om stood up and said with a grim look, "Anyone who can help me chop off that bastard's head is welcome."

Then he swam to the center of the army and shouted, "Attack, kill that bastard for your king."

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