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Chapter 393 A Great Battle Is Imminent

Om is a miserable guy.

The throne was stolen by Aquaman, his fiancée was seduced by Aquaman, and even his own mother sided with Aquaman.

Where is justice? Where is fairness?

Therefore, Orm had no attachment to Atlantis whatsoever.

Of course, everyone looked at him with pity.

After all, Allen had recounted his experiences before he was recruited.

If Allen hadn't gone to the desert to save him, he might have become a withered old man by now.

"Take it easy."

Allen patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Mera likes to poop two and a half pounds of dry poop in bed, you can't resist that."

"..."

Om looked bewildered, not understanding what he meant.

The only people in the world who could truly understand this are probably Allen and Deadpool Wade.

The actress who played Mera had many bizarre stories revealed during her divorce proceedings.

"Getting back to the main topic, let's set off immediately."

Everyone was present, forming a temporary team.

A five-man team consisting of Allen, Morgan, Namor, Om, and T'Challa.

"Isn't this a bit abrupt?"

Namo offered a reminder.

He and Orm are wanted criminals in Atlantis, and showing up at their door without permission might result in them being arrested as criminals.

Besides, Aquaman might not believe them.

Namo was the last king of the old dynasty, which was bound to attract hostility.

Needless to say, Om should have been serving his sentence, but he escaped from prison, and there should be a public accountability process.

If Aquaman and Queen Atlanna hadn't deliberately indulged him, how could he have been allowed to feast on cockroach burgers?

"You're right, it was a bit abrupt."

Allen walked to the shelf, took down the guitar from the previous cross-line, and stuffed a videotape into his waistband.

The videotape was naturally the medium to summon Sadako, so carrying it around might just allow you to call upon your ex-lover for some fun at a crucial moment.

"Sensen, do you have any old-fashioned TVs?"

Allen wasn't quite sure what the inventory was, so he could only ask Unita when something came up.

"It's in the third cabinet on the right in the third row," Unita pointed out.

The cabinet is filled with pendants, all made of miniaturized Pym particles for easy storage.

After searching for a while, they found a pendant that looked like a television set.

Seeing Allen fully armed, Namor hesitated to utter the words he had been wanting to say.

Clearly, he completely misunderstood.

"Set off."

Since Allen had defeated the drowned vengeful spirits and visited the Atlantis Palace, he could easily reach his destination with a wave of his hand.

Moreover, the palace has a system to keep out seawater, so there is no need to worry about suffocation.

Stepping through the portal, they arrived at the royal palace.

The atmosphere suddenly became very awkward again.

Before their eyes came a group of Atlantean nobles and Queen Atlanna holding a meeting.

In reality, the nobility and the monarchy were opposing forces, and there were conflicts of interest between them.

In particular, Aquaman, who is not good at political maneuvering, is basically unwilling to stay in Atlantis and lives on land with his wife and children for a long time in order to escape the intrigue and power struggles.

In contrast, Atlana, who grew up with royal upbringing, handled the situation with ease.

"Om".

When the Queen saw her son whom she hadn't seen in a long time, her eyes were filled with guilt and heartache.

Although Om was the product of a political marriage, he was still his own son.

If she had not hoped for peace between land and sea, she would not have insisted on promoting Aquaman Arthur to the throne.

"Om, aren't you serving your sentence? What are you doing here?"

An elderly woman, dressed in luxurious clothes, asked in an imperious tone, "And who are you?"

Allen wasn't one to tolerate such behavior and retorted without hesitation, "Old hag, who are you?"

"I am Granna, an elder of the Elder Council of Atlantis," the old woman said haughtily.

At that moment, Atlana's expression changed drastically.

Atlantis is a country with a separation of powers: the royal family on one side and the council of elders on the other, with each side limiting the other's power.

Therefore, Atlana was worried that the Elder Council would use Orm's escape as an excuse to cause trouble.

"This is none of your business. We're not here to see you."

Allen looked at the Queen and said bluntly, "Black Manta has found the Dark Trident and is about to attack Atlantis."

Upon hearing this, the group of stubborn elders who had stuck to their ways immediately burst into laughter.

"What nonsense! You're just making up a reason to intimidate us."

"The Dark Trident, something I've never even heard of."

"Guards, arrest the land people who have trespassed into the palace."

"..."

It was obvious that the elders had never heard of the story of the Dark Trident, and naturally they were unwilling to easily believe the nonsense of strangers.

Moreover, Atlana looked completely bewildered.

The secret of the Dark Trident is the secret of the Namor lineage's royal power.

After all, Namo's ancestors' ascension to the throne was illegitimate, and this matter could not be publicized and included in history textbooks for the public to know.

Even though Atlanna's father immediately altered the teaching materials to cover up the truth upon ascending the throne.

Before long, the Imperial Guards poured into the palace and surrounded Allen and his men.

"Take it down."

Atlana gave the order herself.

Actually, it was a delaying tactic; she didn't want the Elders' Council to intervene and planned to let the five people go later.

She naturally recognized Allen, who had rescued her in time; otherwise, Orm would have been the only one left in the entire royal family.

At that time, the drowned vengeful spirits were enough to raze Atlantis to the ground and nearly wipe out the entire royal family, except for Orm, who remained unaffected on land.

"What should we do?"

T'Challa looked nervously at the fully armed Imperial Guard.

Having witnessed the power of the Imperial Guards' armor, he suddenly felt somewhat superfluous.

Furthermore, they came to help, but instead became enemies.

"We surrender."

Allen was unusually normal for once.

If a direct confrontation were to occur, they would inevitably be pushed to the opposite side. Don't even think about helping them anymore; at that point, the Atlantean army might consider them all enemies.

To be honest, Allen didn't care.

He didn't have much affection for Atlantis; he was just helping Namor kill his enemies and doing them a favor as a side effect.

Since the other party was unappreciative, they held back and needed Om to communicate with them.

The five men had their weapons confiscated and were then taken to a prison cell.

Shortly after, Atlanna arrived to visit.

Separated by iron bars, Om remained depressed throughout, refusing to look at his birth mother even once.

"Om, I know you hate me."

Atlana said helplessly, "I have my own reasons and difficulties. I hope you can understand me someday."

"I understand."

Allen interjected, "You're just being biased, thinking Arthur is superior and Orm is a good-for-nothing."

"No, I've never thought of it that way."

Atlana shook her head excitedly and said, "My love for Arthur and Orm is the same; I have never favored either of them."

Stop pretending.

As if he were in character, Allen said emotionally, "If it's really as you said, why didn't you mediate? The throne originally belonged to Orm, but you insisted on supporting Arthur. What's even more infuriating is Mera. How could she marry Arthur? You really are a good mother."

In the cell, everyone looked at Allen with shocked expressions.

Why are you so agitated about someone else's family affairs?

People who don't know the situation might mistake you two for mother and son.

His words left Atlana speechless.

The facts are clear, and any explanation seems weak and ineffective.

Of course, setting aside the facts, Om does deserve sympathy.

If Allen knew that Orm intended to launch an attack on land, he would turn around and righteously deliver a few flying kicks.

"Stop talking."

Om said calmly, "I've let it all go."

"lay down!?"

Allen refused to give up, looking surprised: "What do you mean 'let go'? You really let go? Now I want you to pick it up again. You've lost the throne, you've lost your wife, I'll definitely help you get them back."

"..."

Om was speechless.

Whether or not you have the throne is irrelevant. As for Mera and Arthur's child already being born, if you take it back for yourself, wouldn't that be considered an affair between an uncle and sister-in-law?

Let's get down to business.

Om immediately changed the subject.

If we were to communicate according to Allen's line of thinking, the grudges that had already been put on hold would probably be reignited with hatred.

"That's right."

Allen slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, "The immersion is too strong; it feels like I'm the one who got cheated on."

He then looked sheepishly at Atlanna and explained, "Old woman, it's like this..."

After a passionate and moving account, and with Orm repeatedly emphasizing the truthfulness of the story, Atlana finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

"I'll prepare immediately."

Whether it's true or false, it must be taken seriously.

If the allegations are true, a sudden attack by black manta rays would inevitably cause numerous casualties and could very likely threaten the royal family's rule.

Last time, the sudden attack by the vengeful spirits of the drowned caused a terrifying disaster, but it took a long time to subside.

Most importantly, the royal family's prestige plummeted, leading to the Elders' Council gaining a dominant and unshakeable position.

……

Coastal lighthouse.

To guide ships at night.

Arthur lived a quiet and peaceful life with his wife and children in his father's house.

Staying away from the intrigues and power struggles of the government, and wholeheartedly fulfilling his responsibilities as a husband and father, is the life he is most satisfied with now.

The family sat on the sofa, watching TV, enjoying a very warm and cozy atmosphere.

Suddenly, the screen flashed, and the scene switched to Atlana delivering a message.

"Arthur, the kingdom is in danger, return immediately."

It flashed by in an instant, and the screen returned to normal.

long silence.

Arthur spoke first: "I'm going back to Atlantis. You stay home with the children."

"I'm worried about you. Why don't we send the child to his father to be cared for?" Mera suggested.

Having experienced a crisis firsthand, she didn't want Arthur to face it alone.

"No, I'd rather not."

Arthur Toys said, "You're having trouble adjusting to the climate on land, so just stay home and rest. I'll be back soon, so don't worry too much."

Glug glug...

Mera blushed as she looked at her stomach, nodded in agreement, and hurriedly rushed to the bathroom.

Ugh…

Arthur sighed softly, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Since returning to life on land, Mera has been suffering from frequent diarrhea, which is not only heavy but also foul-smelling. If it weren't for the fact that they already have a child, he would have considered breaking up with her.

Grabbing the golden trident from which clothes were hung to dry, Arthur leaped out of the window and plunged straight into the ocean.

……

An isolated island in the ocean.

David looked up at the fighter jets approaching from the distant horizon.

Moments later, as the fighter jets drew near, a black figure descended from the sky.

The newcomer stood up, removed his head armor, revealing Eric's appearance.

"Good brother, long time no see."

"My dear brother, I miss you terribly."

David and Eric embraced each other warmly, patting each other on the back to show their joy.

"Your suit is really nice, is it the same one as Black Panther's?"

David's eyes were fixed on the suit, which was exactly the same as Black Panther's, except that it was decorated with golden shimmering light.

"The Golden Leopard combat suit, doesn't it look pretty good?"

Eric generously displayed the spare suit that Suri had prepared for T'Challa before he arrived, which naturally became the new king's equipment.

Of course, not forgetting to exchange pleasantries, Eric looked at the two dark tridents at David's waist and said, "Congratulations on finding the artifact."

After exchanging pleasantries, they moved onto the submarine.

This time, Eric led a guard of one hundred men, equipped with battle suits made of vibranium.

The guard members were all men assigned to him by his chief.

The reason for this is that Eric stated his purpose frankly: to help David complete the great feat of conquering Atlantis and then unifying the human world.

Without a doubt, if Wakanda could rule the human world, control all the land, and the benefits distributed among the various tribes would be immeasurable.

The reason for only having a team of 100 people is mainly due to the insufficient number of vibranium suits.

The guard suit's technology cannot compare to that of the modern Black Panther suit; it uses the technology of the previous generation to reduce manufacturing costs.

Eric even used his own channels to purchase one hundred vials of super serum, giving the guards considerable combat power.

The Quinjet was brought to a stop and its stealth capabilities were activated.

The group boarded David's submarine.

Upon meeting Killian, we exchanged brief introductions, and that was it—we were now acquainted.

However, Eric values ​​Killian very much, after all, the Extremis virus can strengthen him, and he hopes to make himself stronger through it.

Essentially, there is the hope of curing one's erectile dysfunction.

Given that the virus is still immature, we are not rushing into anything for the time being.

"We've sailed to the vicinity of the deep sea."

Attacking Atlantis must not be reckless; we must be fully prepared.

With only five submarines, they were destroyed before they could even get close.

Therefore, he decided to first summon evil creatures to serve as cannon fodder.

The submarine descended straight down, and when it reached a certain area, David left the ship. With the power of the evil god by his side, he could breathe underwater like a sea creature.

The dark and cold deep sea seems to be a forbidden zone for humankind.

Not only is it difficult to find any trace of life, but it also seems to hide and imprison a terrifying taboo.

The two pieces of the dark trident came together, and David raised them high above his head.

Suddenly, a verdant light shone into the deep sea, like a guiding light.

buzzing...

The airflow surged, creating a dense mass of bubbles.

Onboard the submarine, a sailor observing through the periscope suddenly saw a giant black shadow flash by.

The searchlights were turned on.

Suddenly, to my horror, I discovered that a group of marine creatures I had never seen before had gathered around me.

They all share a common characteristic: their bodies are as black as ink, and their deep eyes reveal an unspeakable evil.

These are the evil creatures lurking in the deep sea. They gaze silently at David as if worshipping a king, awaiting an inviolable command.

(End of this chapter)