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Chapter 314 God of the Mortal World

Atlantis.

A lost maritime civilization.

It has many names.

And at this moment, the Ocean Kingdom.

The magnificent palace, standing tall in the deep sea, is used to showcase its grandeur and extraordinary nature.

As underwater inhabitants, the Atlanteans had long ago developed the ability to control marine life.

Soldiers, some riding dolphins and others riding sharks, were neatly lined up outside the palace.

They were awaiting the king's order to launch a general offensive on the land.

At this moment, in the kingdom's palace, a beautiful mermaid maidservant holds a tray and smiles radiantly.

Each of them wore a beautiful smile, but their gazes were always subtly fixed on the silver-armored man sitting on the throne.

The man with white hair is the king of Atlantis, Aquaman Orm.

Ommo stroked his trident, his expression somber.

Just now, his military advisor brought him the latest news: the Arctic Ocean force was completely wiped out, and the cause of death is unknown.

This devastating news struck Om like a hammer blow, casting a shadow over his heart.

This reminded him of the prime minister's advice, and of Gino Luther, who was known as the god of the land.

Everyone around me kept telling me that the Justice League was strong, but that Geno Lex Luthor was even more terrifying.

(PS: During the Dark Event, Orm and all the Atlanteans were pulled into Barbatos's Nightmare, so it's unclear what happened on land.)

But Orm didn't want to listen; he didn't believe that land dwellers were superior to sea dwellers!

The underwater beings are the most outstanding, which is also a major reason why Orm is determined to destroy the land.

He wouldn't allow those uncivilized monkeys to occupy the land and always dumped garbage on the homes of the Atlanteans.

"Enough, it's time to start the war."

Om didn't intend to investigate further about what happened to the Arctic Ocean troops—perhaps they were killed by the land-dwellers' nuclear bombs, or something else entirely.

He doesn't care.

The young king flicked his cloak, stepped out of the ocean palace, and stood at the highest point, looking down at the crowd.

"Warriors of Atlantis!"

Om raised the trident in his hand.

The trident, a symbol of royal power, gleamed silver in the sunlight reflected off the ocean.

"My people!"

"Today is a special day!"

Om's gaze swept across the faces of the Atlanteans.

He said, "Human pollution of the oceans will never happen again!"

"Because today, we will annihilate humanity and truly become the masters of this planet!"

"Long live!"

The warriors of Atlantis shouted, guns in hand.

Everyone's face was filled with fervor; it has to be said that maritime supremacy has quite a following among these people.

Meanwhile, Nudis, sitting in the corner, felt somewhat helpless.

Compared to most of the fanatical sea creatures, this man, hailed as the first sage of Atlantis, clearly had much more to think about.

He didn't understand the point of waging war against humanity.

Unlike other proud underwater people, this prime minister had long been concerned about the changes in human society.

Especially during this period.

That young man named Gino Luther even went to the moon, but what about the underwater people?

They would even lose their fighting ability without water, dying like fish out of water.

As for polluting the ocean?

Well, Nudis thinks that destroying a certain Japanese country would solve 80% of the pollution problem.

Just as Nudis was pondering, a violent explosion suddenly rang out.

"Something terrible has happened!"

A shark cleaved through the waves, carrying a sea creature into the palace.

"Your Majesty! This Atlantean warrior flipped over and fell into the water, his face filled with terror."

He wiped the blue blood from his face and said in a trembling voice, "No, this is terrible!"

His sudden intrusion naturally attracted a lot of attention. Nudis frowned and stepped forward to ask, "Don't panic, what happened?"

"It was a nightmare!"

The soldier, kneeling on one knee, said in a trembling voice, his eyes blankly fixed on the floor beneath his feet, "They're all dead, they're all dead."

"Are they all dead?"

Om frowned and looked at the soldier, asking, "Who's dead?"

The king leaped lightly down the water and landed inside the palace, watching the soldiers.

Om's expression hardened as his gaze swept over the man's name tag. The man was a soldier from the Pacific Front, yet he was here now.

This gave him a bad feeling.

Could it be?

But the idea was so absurd that he could hardly believe it.

"All of us in the Pacific Forces are dead. That devil slaughtered us all by himself!"

Upon hearing this, the people in the hall instantly erupted in an uproar.

Tens of thousands of soldiers died?

Or was it someone else?

"This is impossible!?"

Om lost his composure and took a half step back.

But soon, he suddenly rushed towards the sea, tearing through the ocean like a torpedo, heading towards the Atlantic Ocean.

He wanted to see for himself whether things were as the soldier described!

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and follow!"

Nudis stamped his foot anxiously. Although he didn't like Orm, Orm was, after all, the king of Atlantis.

If something happens to the king, then only one of Atlantis and the land can survive.

"Whoosh!"

Oh, I was like a rocket that shot out of the sea, and in just 10 minutes, he had traveled from the Atlantis Palace to the Pacific Ocean.

"Splash!"

With his head above the sea surface, Om floated on the water like a disheveled sea monster.

Looking around, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.

The already azure ocean was stained crystal clear with blue blood.

One after another, the corpses of Atlanteans floated on the surface of the sea.

They might be cut in half at the waist, or become chunks of flesh to attract creatures to eat them.

Words cannot describe the shock; corpses were everywhere!

"Oh my, look who's here!"

A mocking voice rang out from high above.

Omma looked up at the sky.

He saw a blond boy high in the sky, arms crossed, staring at him.

"Did you kill them?"

Om gritted his teeth, staring at the boy who wasn't even stained with a drop of blood.

Beside him floated a black-haired boy with a guilty expression and a short-haired woman with an expressionless face.

"Ah, I heard you're planning to destroy the land. That's not good." Gino stared at his hands, fiddling with his fingernails, his mind elsewhere. "So consider this a lesson for you."

"What's wrong?"

He lowered his head, like a high god looking down at his believers.

"Do you have a problem with that?"

Upon hearing this, Orm nearly vomited blood in anger. His tens of thousands of troops had been slaughtered by this young man, and yet the man dared to ask him if he had any objections?

He gripped his trident tightly and roared, "I'll kill you!"

(End of this chapter)