American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 390 Allen is defeated in one move

The moment I stepped into the palace.

David saw a charred corpse sitting on a throne directly in front of him, holding a broken trident in its hands.

The trident's jet-black surface is covered with cracks that glow with green light, suggesting it is about to shatter.

"A divine artifact!"

David couldn't contain his excitement.

This is the dark trident he has been longing to use to destroy Atlantis.

Actually, it has another name: the Death King's Scepter.

Without hesitation, he quickened his pace and stepped forward, grasping the broken trident with both hands.

Instantly, David's face was filled with pain, and green fluorescence spread through his veins and meridians, rapidly spreading from his arms to his entire body.

In just a few breaths, it had already invaded the head, and the area around the eye sockets was densely covered like a spider web, especially the eyes, which glowed with a greenish light.

In an instant, a flood of images and memories flashed through David's mind.

Quietly digest the information conveyed by the Dark Trident.

Among them are the memories of the previous master, the Death King, which leads to the understanding of a truth hidden in the long river of history.

However, it is of no use to a human being.

Finally, before the memory ended, he saw a huge black shadow outside the human world. It had no facial features, no body, only a human-shaped outline, the only feature being a crown on its head that looked like five fingers.

David realized that the power of the Dark Trident came from a giant shadow, which was a god beyond the human realm.

"Heavy gift crab, we're a step too late, the treasure chest was opened by the black guy first."

Allen, who burst into the palace, said angrily, "ET, give me Yuan Hua's harpoon, or I'll beat you until you turn into a red-skinned black devil."

Hand over the Dark Trident?

How is that possible!

David now feels incredibly powerful, his entire body brimming with power from the evil god.

"If you want it, come and get it yourself."

With that, David put the two pieces of the trident together.

In an instant, a terrifying aura radiated outwards from the dark trident in all directions.

David's green eyes revealed a sinister intent.

"So what if it glows green?"

Allen thrust forward from his waist, shooting out a beam of green light that materialized into a Lantern suit on his body, complete with a green hat on his head. He confidently declared, "If you want to get by in life, at least wear some green on your head."

"..."

David looked at the green light on Allen with some doubt, wondering if it was some kind of divine power.

However, as a pirate who spent his life plundering the ocean, he hadn't set foot on American territory for a long time, so he naturally didn't know Green Lantern's specific abilities.

Besides, Green Lantern is still alive, and no one could imagine that there is another Green Lantern.

Of course, Allen is more accurately described as the Ghost Lantern Man.

"Kun's Fist, Chicken..."

As Allen thrust his waist forward, the power of the spectrum materialized into a fist that slammed into the target.

At this moment, empowered by the evil god, David was fearless and easily swung his trident.

In the blink of an eye, the green fist was cleaved into nothingness.

"How embarrassing."

Having failed in his first attack, Allen covered his groin with his shield, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He said shyly, "Breaking the Kun Giant Python, you are the first man in the world."

Huh…

David felt a wave of nausea.

Damn it, what's with you being shy, you grown man?

"Grandpa, why are you blushing?"

At that moment, Morgan arrived, dragging T'Challa along. Namor, his eyes wary as he looked at the Dark Trident, suddenly changed his expression and shouted, "He's obtained the power of the evil god!"

However, Morgan ignored him, staring innocently at Allen's face, and asked seriously, "Grandpa, are you feeling unwell?"

"Men always have those few uncomfortable days," Alan said shyly, turning her head away.

"What's wrong? Do you want me to rub it for you?" Morgan asked anxiously.

"It's okay, I feel better now."

Allen adopted a righteous and awe-inspiring expression, withdrew the materialization ability of the Ghost Lamp Ring, and shouted loudly, "Captain Old Deng is online! Everyone, don't let the black-skinned sissy get away!"

"Can you please let me go first?"

T'Challa's voice sounded somewhat hesitant and confused.

He was used as a weapon and brutally beaten by the enemies outside the palace, and it took him a while to recover.

"Excuse me."

Morgan reluctantly released his grip, saying awkwardly, "You find it quite convenient to use."

Thank you so much.

T'Challa felt like crying but had no tears left to shed.

Sure enough, staying next to a madman will inevitably lead to becoming a madman yourself.

Fortunately, it should be Iron Man Tony who is upset, after all, Morgan is his beloved daughter.

At that moment, David raised the Dark Trident and pointed it at Namor, saying with a contemptuous expression, "The moment I picked it up, I also gained memories from the King of Death."

Upon hearing this, Namo's face darkened.

"Namor, your ancestors ascended to the throne illegitimately, betraying the King of Death and seizing the throne of Atlantis, forcing the King of Death to sacrifice himself and his followers to gain dark power." David coldly laughed, "The King of Death had one request before his death: his successor must kill the traitor's descendants to appease his resentment, and you are the traitor's only heir."

The three pairs of eyes simultaneously looked at Namo, as if asking if it was true.

But the answer was already clear from their expressions.

"Pirate King, is usurping the throne a tradition of your Atlantis?" Allen asked curiously.

Namor's ancestors seized the throne from the King of Death, and Aquaman's maternal grandfather seized the throne that should have belonged to Namor. It seems that the nobles of Atlantis are born with a penchant for betraying their kings.

Speaking of which, Aquaman also usurped Orm's throne.

Traditional skills have not been lost; they have been passed down very well.

"Getting down to business is the most important thing."

Namor had no interest in debating history; instead, he focused all his attention on the Dark Trident.

This is a terrifying artifact that can bring endless disasters.

At the time, more than half of the Atlantean soldiers were killed.

"You think you can kill me so easily?"

Suddenly, David slammed the dark trident into the ground, and a surging black tide swept across the entire palace.

"I can't see! Who turned off the lights?" Allen cried out.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, David did not launch a sneak attack, but quickly fled the palace.

He had only recently obtained the artifact and had not fully mastered its power. Moreover, in the memories he had acquired, the Death King had been able to seal the artifact away because it had not been forged for long.

As for avenging his death, he never even considered it; he was single-mindedly focused on killing Aquaman as soon as possible to vent his hatred.

Running wildly down the corridor outside the palace, David looked back and saw that the four of them had escaped the Black Tide and were chasing after him.

He subconsciously wielded the dark trident, unleashing the power of an evil god.

Click, click...

The sound of ice cracking signaled that all the dead trapped within the ice were resurrected, yearning to break free of the glacier and gain their freedom.

One of the abilities of the Dark Trident is to resurrect corpses and transform them into an army of the undead.

Meanwhile, the glacier showed faint signs of collapse amidst the struggles of the undead.

"Evacuate immediately."

David didn't forget to remind his surviving men.

(End of this chapter)