American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 395 Allen makes a move, mocking the black man.

At the first moment of the war, Atlana rushed to the prison cell.

She brought Allen and the others' weapons and ordered the shackles to be removed.

"It is true, as you say, that Atlantis is under attack."

Atlana's eyes were full of gratitude. If she hadn't deployed her troops first, the war might have spread throughout the city by now.

In this way, even if the Kingdom of Atlantis achieves final victory, it will inevitably suffer incalculable losses.

"Old woman, shouldn't you show your gratitude?"

Allen was busy picking up his equipment, but he didn't forget to cheekily ask for a reward.

"What are you going to do?"

Atlana instinctively took a step back, her eyes filled with wariness.

I'm already quite old, I can't be in a relationship with a grandparent and grandchild.

Not only because of their social status, but also because their two sons are both a generation older than Allen.

Upon hearing this, Om frowned, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.

I treated you like a brother, but you tried to become my father.

"Older women shouldn't be so presumptuous."

Allen said frankly, "I think mermaids are pretty. Could you send me a few? I want the kind where the upper body is that of a beautiful woman and the lower body is that of a fish. Don't get confused, I don't want fish-people."

"..."

Atlanna's expression darkened, and she immediately refused, saying, "There are no mermaids in Atlantis; they are the Sirens who live in the waters around Paradise Island."

In the fisherman kingdom among the sea creatures, there are creatures that resemble mermaids.

It only has fish scales growing on its upper body, which is completely contrary to human aesthetics.

"This is so boring."

Allen pouted arrogantly: "I'll catch a few myself later."

"I advise you not to do anything rash."

Atlana kindly reminded them, "The sirens aren't as beautiful as described. They're beautiful when they sing, but in their normal state, they look like cannibalistic demons from hell."

The kingdom of Atlantis, which ruled the ocean, naturally had studied this.

After all, they worshipped the sea god Poseidon, while the Sirens were divine beings belonging to the same camp.

The key issue is that sirens have no intelligence; they simply follow their instincts to hunt and reproduce.

"Look at what you're saying, I just want to do academic research," Allen said sheepishly.

In an instant, Allen's fantasy about mermaids vanished.

Not pretty, even a dog wouldn't want her.

Without further ado, they rushed to the battlefield.

Along the way, people were seen taking refuge in bunkers, and able-bodied men were rushing to armories, preparing to put on their gear and go to the battlefield.

Swarms of fish-shaped fighter jets took off from the city.

Various types of weapons of war were deployed in this defensive battle.

At this moment, more than 20 kilometers outside the city, it had become a battlefield of blood and flesh.

Arthur, who was commanding the army, held a golden trident in front of him, which spread out in ripples as he summoned predators from the sea to help him in battle.

Sharks, whales, dolphins, and various carnivorous fish flocked to the area.

However, the number summoned was insufficient to contend with the evil creatures.

"I'll help you."

At that moment, Namo came to his side.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked, his eyes filled with doubt.

"Namo".

"..."

"The former king of Atlantis."

Seeing that Arthur was still confused, Namor offered a further explanation.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but Arthur ultimately agreed to help.

Namor was seen gripping the golden trident with both hands.

The two Atlantean kings from DC and Marvel joined forces to unleash their summoning power to its fullest potential.

Wave after wave of summons, echoing across the seas, were transmitted to every ocean.

In an instant, more and more marine life gathered there.

Suddenly, among the evil creatures, a seahorse-like being, covered in hair-like seaweed, appeared riding a black manta ray on its back.

Holding a dark trident, his eyes gleamed with a ghostly green light.

"Arthur, the feud between us must be settled today."

Having said that, David drove the seahorse toward Arthur and Namor.

"Your opponent is me."

Midway through, Om suddenly appeared and stopped the opponent.

In the ocean, aside from his weapons, his combat prowess was not much inferior to Arthur's.

"Get out of here!"

David's eyes were full of disdain as he casually slashed with his dark trident.

The trident, made of vibranium, crumbled at the slightest touch, and the resulting surge of water swept people up and tumbled them around.

It is obvious that the two are not a perfect match.

Orm was defeated decisively, and he was completely dumbfounded, suddenly realizing the importance of having a powerful weapon.

He was defeated both times by weapons.

Last time, it was the golden trident.

This time, it's the Dark Trident.

"You can die now."

David was determined to press his advantage and eliminate the troublesome fellow.

Bang!

The crimson energy attack struck David's face, provoking his impatience.

Looking around, I saw Allen holding a high-energy weapon and interfering from a distance.

"Hey nigger, did I make you feel good?" Allen asked with a wide grin.

Bang!

Before David could utter any harsh words, another energy attack shot from another direction.

"Hey nigger, did I make you feel good?"

In the distance, Morgan, gun in hand, mocked him in a similar manner.

Bang!

Immediately afterwards, another energy attack struck David on the back of the head.

"Hey...did I make you feel good?"

The one who launched the sneak attack was T'Challa. He had intended to provoke T'Challa with the same words, but considering that he was Black, he forced himself to swallow the second word.

"Blackie, why has your face turned black?"

Allen launched into a verbal sparring session, his hand constantly pulling the trigger: "I remember now, you're naturally dark-skinned."

However, protected by the power of the evil god, it naturally failed to cause any harm; shooting it in the face was indeed a bit insulting.

Taking advantage of the moment, Atlana quickly rescued Orm, who had been abducted.

"Take this weapon."

Atlana handed over the silver-white trident.

"This is?"

Orm remembered that his mother's trident had been destroyed by the Golden Trident, and the one in front of him was completely unfamiliar.

"It was your grandfather's weapon."

Atlana explained, "In ancient times, there were five tridents infused with Poseidon's metal, and this one is the symbol of our family's patriarch."

Of course, Poseidon metal is so precious that there are no more of it existing in the world.

Only the Golden Trident was cast entirely from a single piece of Poseidon metal, while the other four only had alloys with varying amounts added, yet they still possessed extraordinary power.

After all, Poseidon metal can be listed as the eighth metal, exclusively used to forge weapons of the gods.

"Help... don't chase me!"

As soon as Om took the weapon, he saw David chasing after Allen with a vicious look on his face.

He's the most despicable one, so who else should we kill if not him?

"Blackie, I don't have any cough syrup."

Although Allen appeared to be fleeing in panic, he actually had a smug and extremely happy look on his face.

However, to everyone's astonishment, he plunged headlong into the army of evil creatures.

David stopped the pursuit, thinking that the madman was truly insane, capable of being torn apart by an endless stream of evil creatures.

He then turned his gaze to Arthur and Namor, his mind still set on revenge.

boom…

(End of this chapter)