American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 396 Allen's Pursuit of the Black Man Continues

A deafening roar followed, and then divine light shone forth.

Amidst the dense and terrifying horde of evil creatures, a number of Allens dressed in hospital gowns suddenly appeared.

This scene left both sides somewhat bewildered.

How could so many lunatics suddenly appear out of nowhere?

"I am the Divine Emperor, why do you not kneel before me?"

Snapped!

No sooner had the Neurotic Emperor finished showing off than a tentacle lashed out at his face, leaving a dark mark.

"Should I get a slap?"

The Heavenly Emperor of the Nervous glared angrily at the evil creatures locked in battle, roaring, "Brothers, kill them! When has our Heavenly Court ever suffered such humiliation!"

In an instant, 365 righteous gods pounced on the enemy like wolves and tigers.

"Samadhi Fire"

The drunkard god held a lighter in one hand and a bottle of liquor in the other, took a big gulp, and then spit the flame onto the lighter.

Flames surged up from the sea, and the evil creatures trapped in the fire writhed in agony.

Even if you escape the fire zone, you will be endlessly burned to death if you are touched by even the slightest bit of flame.

"How could you start a fire in the sea? The bottle wasn't sealed, so seawater got in!"

Allen quietly appeared beside the Drunkard God and snatched the lighter from him.

However, no matter what you do, you can't get the fire going.

"Get out of the way."

The Drunken God snatched back the lighter, scoffing, "What do you know? I'm not human, why would I need to talk about science?"

"That makes perfect sense."

Allen's limited knowledge only extends to his expertise in the field of reproduction.

I have absolutely no interest in anything that isn't risqué.

The 365 righteous gods are practically like thugs and hooligans.

He had a full range of weapons.

Wine bottles, steel pipes, iron rulers, benches, whips, candles, steel wool...

In short, it's very relevant to daily life.

Allen went into stealth mode, adhering to the principle of not taking action unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, the main Soul-Devouring Touch skill devours the remaining spiritual energy.

Evil creatures are no match for a strike from a righteous god.

However, their numbers were too vast, and the vast ocean was teeming with evil creatures. The Atlantean army, which had established a defensive line, looked like a thin sheet of paper, and was always at risk of being torn apart.

The key to everything lies in the dark trident in Black Manta David's hand.

Once the Dark Trident is seized or destroyed, the evil creatures retreat uncontrollably back to the deep sea.

"What happened?"

Allen looked at the distant battlefield and said in confusion, "It's not like in the movie where the golden trident could easily shatter the dark trident."

At this moment, Namor and Arthur saw that the gods of heaven had intervened in the battle, so they stopped summoning sea creatures to help them and instead attacked David.

At the same time, Om launched an offensive.

Arthur faced the enemy head-on, solely because his golden trident could rival their strength.

Orm's newly acquired trident, while not shattering upon impact, still shows clear micro-cracks. It's estimated it won't last long before becoming unusable.

Namo seems rather useless, as they dare not confront him head-on.

The Vibranium Trident is not suitable for high-level games.

Facing the combined attack of the three, David fought back and forth. Perhaps because he was human, he was not used to fighting on the sea, and his movements and speed were not as skillful as those of the three Atlantean kings.

The soldiers on the battlefield, on the contrary, were filled with fervor.

The scene of the three kings on the same stage is unprecedented.

The army of Atlantis tends to be professional and hereditary, with fathers passing the torch to their sons. During the handover process, it is natural to impart practical experience and inevitably boast about glorious deeds.

The overthrow of the Namor monarchy was no secret within the military.

Moreover, many elderly veterans fought bravely, partly out of loyalty to the royal family and partly out of genuine desire to protect the kingdom, always keeping their mission in mind.

Of course, the veteran recognized the former king, his eyes filled with tears of guilt.

Even after being betrayed, the former king still stood up for him, which is enough to show that he was a wise ruler.

After a fierce battle.

David realized that delaying in the sea was not a wise move.

He could deeply feel the erosion of consciousness caused by the killing; if the conflict could not be resolved as soon as possible, he would surely become a puppet without independent thought.

Without hesitation, David forced back three opponents and charged towards the sea like a cannonball.

In wars at sea, little intervention is needed. He can simply order the evil creatures to destroy Atlantis, at which point the sea creatures will scatter and flee, making it easier to conquer them one by one.

After all, the key personnel responsible for scientific research do not need to go to the battlefield; they can rebuild the glorious Atlantis capital city while they are alive.

Seeing this, Namor, Arthur, and Orm exchanged a glance and continued their relentless pursuit.

As long as the opponent survives, the evil creature will not stop its attack.

Looking at the seemingly endless number of enemy troops, they were able to exhaust their army.

"Hey nigger, you dropped your watermelon."

As Allen watched the black manta ray disappear into the distance, he hesitated, unsure whether to give chase.

The countless evil creatures are a valuable resource, and may even help the gods of Heaven grow stronger.

*Smack! Smack!*

Allen slapped himself twice, angrily blaming himself, "How could I have left Namor and Om unattended?"

Clearly, he didn't care much about Arthur's life or death.

According to Allen's understanding, Aquaman is the protagonist of two independent movies, and it's unlikely that a stupid author would kill him off.

"Should we chase after them and help them?" T'Challa asked as he stepped forward.

Throughout the entire story, he and Morgan seemed like superfluous background figures, only able to rely on their high-energy firearms to shoot down weak, evil creatures, completely failing to demonstrate their strength as Black Panthers.

"Is that even a question?"

Allen's answer was ambiguous, and he walked straight toward a soldier riding in a manta ray-shaped vehicle.

"Ruthless Flying Kick".

With a shout, Allen launched a flying kick.

The soldier who flew out of the spacecraft looked innocently at his ally who had been kicked away for no reason.

"What are you looking at? I'm requisitioning your Flying Fish motorcycle now," Allen said righteously.

If you're going to requisition me, then requisition me. Why did you kick me?

Just say the word and I'll give it to you.

Upon hearing this, the soldier felt even more aggrieved.

"How do you drive this car? Where's the accelerator? Where are the brakes?"

Looking at the strangely shaped vehicle, Allen asked in an arrogant manner.

"I'll give you authorization."

The soldier reluctantly unlocked the vehicle's binding permissions, explaining, "You can drive it with your voice."

Thank you.

\（＾＿）

Allen makes a Nazi salute.

"Ruthless Flying Kick!"

Seeing Allen chasing the enemy, Morgan followed suit and seized a vehicle.

Fortunately, having learned from past experience, they jumped out of the car immediately upon hearing the sound, thus successfully avoiding an unforeseen disaster.

T'Challa was much more polite, asking the soldiers directly for a vehicle.

With 366 righteous gods guarding the naval battlefield, they can defend it with virtually no fear, so there is no need for three dispensable allies.

(End of this chapter)