Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 379 The King of the Mantis Shrimp

To muster the troops.

Considering that there may be more than one threat in the deep sea.

Therefore, Jiang Chen really struggled for a while about who to send to Atlantis.

Qin Wudi's inability to go was, in his view, the biggest regret.

But there was nothing we could do.

They are fully preparing for the Nine Revolutions Immortal Tribulation, so it's definitely not appropriate to send them off to fight at this time.

Finally finalized.

The team was led by Fu Yuechan.

Venerable Snow Lotus, King Fierce Tiger, Sword Venerable Taixu, Demon Venerable of the Milk Sect, and Sanzang, who currently works as the manager of the real estate sales department of Wan San Group, were present to lend their support.

Sanzang, whose hair had already grown back, was unwilling to go there.

He indicated that the mid-year performance review was approaching, and his absence now would cause him to lose his competitive edge.

In the end, it was Jiang Chen who made the final decision, saying that as long as Sanzang went, he would be promoted three ranks upon his return, and the latter happily agreed.

At the same time, Jiang Chen also borrowed the weapons that Sanzang had previously returned to Fanyin Temple.

Apart from these venerable ones.

It is also equipped with 3000 peak Nascent Soul cultivators, 1000 Body Integration cultivators, and 100 Tribulation Transcending cultivators.

These are mainly for show.

Jiang Chen made a guess.

All we need to do is deal with those emerging "deep-sea overlords." Maybe we only need to handle one seafood, and the rest will be subdued.

So at his repeated requests.

Before setting off, Fu Yuechan and the others reluctantly modified their weapons according to Jiang Chen's wishes.

but.
But
They felt that doing this was a bit too underhanded.

After hesitating for a long time, Fu Yuechan finally couldn't help but speak:
"Jiang Chen, is this the right thing to do? Doesn't it damage the dignity of our Holy Land?"

"Harmful!"

Jiang Chen waved his hand dismissively:
"It's a life-or-death battle, and do you even understand their cultivation system? This is also for your personal safety."

"But I feel like this is something a demonic cultivator would do?"

"No no no!"

The Demon Lord of the Milk Cult, who was staring at the weapon with an equally strange expression, immediately vouched for himself:

"Your Majesty, you are mistaken. Even our Demonic Sect would not do such a heinous thing. It would be against the natural order."

The Supreme Sword Master looked at his several "new" immortal swords, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back:

"Indeed, I've never seen anyone prepare their weapons like this before. Seriously, won't this damage the dignity of our righteous path?"

Even the Demon Tiger King blushed slightly in the end.
"How about we defeat the enemy with sheer strength?"

"oops!"

Jiang Chen impatiently interrupted them:
“Those who achieve great things don’t stick to trivial matters!”

"You're not going to fight them one-on-one, you're going to quell a rebellion! You're helping Atlantis carry out a class revolution! This is a great cause, don't you understand?!"

The venerable ones stammered like children, but in the end they chose to succumb to Jiang Chen's tyranny.

how to say?

Although it's somewhat inappropriate, doing it this way as the president requested would indeed greatly increase the chances of winning.

Fortunately, the president did not come out of retirement during the battle between good and evil.

Otherwise, given his ruthless methods, the number of cultivators who died would probably have increased many times over.

Demonic cultivators are indeed cruel and evil, even capable of slaughtering entire cities, but... they certainly wouldn't be as despicable as the CEO.
at the same time.

The deep sea region of the Western Fantasy Continent.

Several Atlantean councilors stood cautiously at the edge of a giant underwater volcano, exchanging uneasy glances.

They wore magnificent pearl-embroidered robes and held scepters inlaid with luminous pearls, yet they appeared exceptionally small at this moment.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Lord Maurice?"

One of the councilors asked in a low voice:
"The price of awakening that evil being is probably beyond our ability to bear."

Senator Morris—the highest-ranking nobleman in the group—gave the speaker a cold glance:
"Would you rather see those lowly people sitting on equal footing with us? And let those filthy, lowly fish-men also enjoy the civilization of the Spirit Continent?"

He gripped the scepter tightly, his knuckles turning white:
"Aquaman has gone mad; we must act now."

"But wasn't his proposal rejected by us?"

Someone countered again:

"Heh, it's true that he rejected it, but recently he secretly sent all his children to the Spirit Continent. Do you think he has nothing to hide?"

Sudden.

A deep hum came from below the crater, as if some ancient behemoth was awakening.

The seawater began to churn abnormally, and the temperature rose sharply.

Looking at the scene before them, someone swallowed hard, a hint of fear in their voice:
"But... when that overlord last awoke, he indiscriminately slaughtered three entire underwater villages."

Morris waved his hand impatiently to interrupt:
"What's a price to pay if it can help us overthrow Aquaman and maintain our privileged status?"

"Well, if all else fails, we can give him the position of Aquaman!"

"That's right, anyone can be the Sea King, as long as it doesn't affect our interests."

I do not know how long it has been.

The underwater volcano suddenly trembled violently, and scorching lava flowed out of the cracks like tears of blood, steaming the seawater within a hundred miles into rolling bubbles.

"Welcome back, King Mantis Shrimp!"

Just as the councilors bowed in greeting, the entire volcano exploded with a deafening roar!

'boom! '

A crimson light burst forth from the rocks, and the body of the peacock mantis shrimp king stretched out in the boiling seawater.

The carapace refracts iridescent colors like tempered glass, and the six pairs of sickle-shaped appendages tear through space with each opening and closing.

As its two thickest and most terrifying forelimbs slid, they tore through space with sheer force.

"Three thousand years."

The mantis shrimp king's voice reverberated with infrasound, causing the seabed sand and pebbles to turn into dust.

"I never expected that anyone would still remember me."

It suddenly clamped down on the nearest senator with its appendages, a glint of malice flashing in its compound eyes:
"There's a familiar aura about you."

Seeing their companion's hair turn white from being clamped, the other councilors immediately knelt down, expressing their fear and trepidation that they had come with no ill intentions.

"Malicious?"

The Shrimp King burst out laughing:

"Who dares to harbor ill will towards me?"

As they were talking, the mantis shrimp released the senator it was holding, but before the latter could even breathe a sigh of relief...

There was a soft "pop" sound.

Before anyone could see the mantis shrimp's movements, the archmage-level councilor was reduced to a cloud of blood mist.

The Shrimp King lightly flicked its claws and said calmly:

"Come, you insignificant ants, tell me, what gives you the right to harbor ill will towards me?"

The councilors knelt on the ground, and Maurice, forcing himself to overcome his fear, raised his head:
"Great Peacock Shrimp King, Atlantis needs your power! The Sea King intends to abolish our privileges and allow those inferior creatures to..."

"A boring political game."

The mantis shrimp king interrupted Morris directly:
Tell me, what will I get in return if I help you?

A hint of joy flashed in Morris's eyes, and he quickly said:

"If you help us overthrow the Sea King, one-third of the wealth and resources in Atlantis's treasury will belong to you! Moreover, we can offer you sacrifices regularly."

"Offerings? Valuables?"

The mantis shrimp scoffed indifferently.

With his current strength and ambitions.

He no longer cared about these material possessions.

Sensing that the mantis shrimp was not satisfied with the reply, the councilors turned pale, but Morris gritted his teeth:

"As long as you can help us maintain the rule of the nobility, we can discuss any conditions! We can let you ascend the throne and become the new king of Atlantis!"

"Oh? You want me to be your king for your own benefit?"

Neptune?

That's right, to be honest, I've never been a king before, so it's not a bad thing to have a taste of it.

The mantis shrimp king nodded in satisfaction and mocked:

"Heh, that does fit my impression of you selfish bastards. When are we going to make our move?"

"Right now!"

"it is good."

With a violent vortex, the Mantis Shrimp King was the first to head towards the location of Atlantis, leaving several senators looking at each other in shock.

Morris wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and, forcing himself to remain calm, said:

"Let's go. It's fortunate that only one senator died. Let's go back and prepare. As long as we get rid of Aquaman and those guys who support reform, Atlantis will still be ours!"

But just as they turned to leave, no one noticed a tiny fluorescent jellyfish quietly swimming away in the sand on the seabed.

These were the eyes and ears of Aquaman, who had already seen everything.

of course.

Such a big event would naturally not be handled by just one mantis shrimp.

It is undoubtedly an incredibly powerful and terrifying being in the ocean, but overthrowing the rule is no small matter.

Besides the peacock mantis shrimp, several other creatures, though not as formidable, but equally infamous, also received invitations from Atlantis councilors.

(End of this chapter)