American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 391 Two farm tools conspire together

The glacier is teetering on the brink of collapse.

The resurrected army of the dead, like vengeful ghosts crawling up from hell, roared as they launched an attack on Allen and the others.

The number of undead is overwhelming the passageway to the ocean.

Black Manta had already led his surviving subordinates to escape. The frogman jumped into the sea, while the Extremis boarded a submersible and descended, quickly returning to the submarine's location.

boom!

Suddenly, a piece of hard, cold ice fell, instantly killing hundreds of souls.

More undead launched their attacks, fearless of death.

Namo watched his enemy escape with a look of resentment, yet could only watch helplessly.

Clearing out the undead and carving a path will likely take a considerable amount of time, making it impossible to stop them in time.

"I'm gone."

Allen raised his hand, creating a portal.

Clearly, they didn't want to waste time here.

The four then returned to Arkham Fortress.

"Allen, were you able to use spatial magic to get past the undead just now?"

Back in a safe environment, Namor regained his composure and realized that Allen had intentionally let him go.

There was clearly a portal passing through the undead army.

"I don't think I can beat him, so I can only let him go for now," Allen said nonchalantly.

As for the undead army, it must be buried deep beneath the glacier.

Besides, without new professions to grind experience with, he's too lazy to bother.

"Yes, we can't act rashly," T'Challa agreed.

With a single, simple attack from the Dark Trident, they were trapped inside; it's hard to imagine how terrifying its true power would be.

Allen stated bluntly, "I talked to the black guy for so long, and secretly used my self-created spell, but he didn't react at all. The only explanation is that he has magic immunity."

In short, Allen's magical power level was not high enough to harm Black Manta, which was empowered by the evil god.

Therefore, it can be concluded that the source of the Dark Trident's power is an extremely terrifying existence, at least among the top dimensional lords.

After all, Allen's magic source comes from the husky.

The Siberian Husky is now ranked among the Dimensional Lords, but unfortunately, it's ranked very low.

"Are we just going to give up?" Namor asked, unwilling to accept it.

He cannot easily turn the page on the loss of more than a hundred clansmen.

"Giving up is impossible; I would never give up in my entire life."

Allen raised an eyebrow, confident of victory, and said, "The little black guy might seek revenge on the old black guy from Aquaman. I'll get reinforcements right away."

"dense."

"I am here."

"Get me in touch with Om," Allen ordered.

Unity calmly replied, "Okay."

Ocean Lord Om is vacationing on a beach in Hawaii.

At that moment, he was wearing a floral shirt and shorts, holding a hamburger in his hand, when a cockroach crawled by.

Subconsciously holding Xiaoqiang down, Om took a closer look, happily put it into the hamburger, and took a big, delicious bite.

Crunchy and chicken-flavored.

As he chewed, Om nodded in satisfaction.

At that moment, the screen of my phone, which was lying next to me, lit up, and an unknown number requested a video call.

connected.

A face filled the screen, looking around furtively.

"Is it Om?"

A familiar voice came from the phone, but he couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

"Who are you?" Om asked.

Allen pulled the camera away, waved, and said, "Long time no see, did you miss me?"

"Allen, are you alright?" Orm asked, puzzled.

He wouldn't visit the Three Treasures Hall without a reason. Since joining the Heavenly Eye Society, he had basically not contacted them. Even the original Midnight Bully team had fallen apart.

Orm, however, had long since broken away from the official organization and was now wandering alone in human society.

"The organization needs you."

"..."

……

The Black Manta Pirates, hiding in the deep sea, did not rush to attack Atlantis.

Because he had only recently acquired the Dark Trident, David had not yet fully adapted to its power.

It will take some time to adapt and figure things out.

Of course, it won't take long to truly master it.

David was simply afraid of the consciousness invasion brought about by the Dark Trident.

After using the power of the evil god only twice, he could clearly feel the desire to kill taking over his mind.

A pure desire for destruction, as if it wanted to bring death to the whole world.

Therefore, instead of confronting the four enemies head-on, they chose to retreat and avoid confrontation.

David always kept one goal in mind: to make Aquaman pay a bloody price.

If he were in Atlantis, he could kill without end, after all, he was willing to pursue revenge and annihilate the entire sea race.

"This is a divine artifact."

Killian's eyes revealed an undisguised longing.

No one would want to possess supreme power and thus ascend to the throne of the human world.

I advise you to put away any thoughts you shouldn't have.

David warned meaningfully, "I wouldn't mind having another undead army."

I have made initial attempts with two abilities of the Dark Trident: one is to control the deceased and transform them into undead, and the other is to release a black tide to control targets.

Among them, there are many abilities that I have never used.

For example, enhancing physical attributes and summoning evil creatures from the deep sea.

Without a doubt, the Dark Trident is the opposite of the Golden Trident.

You're overthinking it.

Killian replied respectfully, "I don't want to ruin the cooperation."

"I hope so."

David nodded slightly, then ordered the sailors, "Connect me to Golden Leopard."

It's normal for him and Eric to know each other.

On the surface, Eric had an official position, but in reality he was always engaged in shady dealings, so they got to know each other over time.

In particular, David sometimes took on side jobs from America.

For example, raiding a country's warship, deliberately framing someone to provoke a war in another country, or looting a high-value cargo ship all require the support of America's intelligence system.

How could a pirate captain possibly have accurate information?

Moreover, being both Black and burdened with the same hatred of their fathers' murder, they shared a deep sympathy and mutual understanding, and their relationship was secretly very close.

David naturally knew that Eric's enemy was the Black Panther, so he took the opportunity to bring the Panther in as an ally to ensure that his plan would go perfectly.

Hey bro, how have you been lately?

Once the communication was established, Eric greeted them warmly.

Having avenged his great grudge, he looked radiant, but was busy reorganizing and purging affairs within Wakanda.

Controlling an entire country brings supreme power, which inevitably makes him obsessed.

"Brother, I saw the black panther," David said bluntly.

"How could that be? I killed T'Challa with my own hands."

In the scene, Eric, who was originally sitting on the throne, immediately stood up, looking quite agitated.

David recounted the events in detail, leaving him no choice but to believe him.

The fact that Allen and the others' information matched up confirmed that T'Challa was alive.

"I can't let him live."

Eric's tone was dripping with murderous intent: "His life could threaten my throne."

Nearly half of the many tribes in Wakanda still support T'Challa, and the Queen's efforts to unite the various tribes pose a threat to Wakanda.

(End of this chapter)