American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 400 The Void Hand Behind the Scenes

The grudges and feuds of the previous generation came to an end with T'Challa.

As he rose, his guards knelt on one knee to acknowledge his status as king.

However, T'Challa's face showed no joy; instead, a sense of unease lingered in his heart.

Black manta rays are now all alone.

The entire Extremis army was wiped out.

The Wakanda Royal Guard has defected.

Even though he lost his own frogman unit.

Bang!

Amidst the crisp sound of metal clashing.

A golden light swirled in the air and landed in front of Allen.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a golden trident.

However, at this moment, David was surrounded by black mist, and green light emanated from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. He could no longer see any human consciousness and had completely degenerated into a killing machine.

In a single exchange, the attack, shrouded in black mist, forced the three kings to retreat.

"Ants, prepare for your death judgment."

The emotionless voice that came out of David's mouth was as if he were a completely different person.

Arthur, tormented by the black mist and green light, watched helplessly as his opponent walked up to him, raised the dark trident high, and prepared to deliver the fatal blow.

Ding!

Suddenly.

The golden trident caught the fatal blow.

David looked coldly at the person who was blocking his way.

Suddenly, Allen appeared, wielding the golden trident. He flipped his hair in a very flamboyant manner and introduced himself: "I am Yuan Hua, the Little Fishman. May I ask your honorable title?"

"die!"

The response was a sharp, slashing blow.

The dark trident and the golden trident clashed frequently, producing deafening vibrations that made people's eardrums ache.

For a time, the two sides clashed in close combat, fighting fiercely and evenly matched.

Everyone who knew Allen was visibly shocked.

They had never seen him fight in close combat and were completely convinced that he was skilled in using magic against enemies.

But the truth is right in front of us: Allen is actually an all-around powerhouse.

A max-level warrior class is no joke.

The weapon mastery skill allowed Allen to wield the golden trident with ease.

"How can a trident have a foot of sharpness?" Arthur asked incredulously.

He was very familiar with his signature golden trident, and had never encountered a similar situation before.

The golden blade, a foot long, was extremely sharp and could easily cut through David's body. However, protected by the power of the evil god, it could regenerate instantly.

Without a doubt, it is the ultimate weapon at max level, not only increasing attack range by 30%, but also having an armor-piercing effect.

"What's with the blood glowing from Allen's body?" Namor asked, puzzled.

The moment the blood appeared, Allen's aura surged, as if he had become a completely different person.

Berserk Blood Burn: All attributes increase threefold.

Of course, this comes at the cost of burning blood.

"Let's go!"

After exchanging blows for over a hundred rounds, Allen suddenly turned and fled into the sea.

This left everyone present completely bewildered.

They fought evenly, so why did they run away without any warning?

David, who had lost his mind, paid no attention to anything else and chased after Allen.

"My golden trident!"

Arthur was naturally extremely anxious when he saw that the weapon he cherished as his life had been taken away by Allen.

Meanwhile, in the sea, Allen, amplified by the power of the golden trident, moved swiftly through the ocean as if he were in his element.

"Hey kid, keep up, keep up!"

During the escape, Allen made sure to wait for David, worried that the latter might turn around and leave.

Fighting on an island is tantamount to certain defeat.

The Berserker's Blood Burn skill requires burning blood; once the blood is depleted, death is inevitable.

On second thought, the main city of Atlantis is home to countless evil creatures, and the gods of the heavens are fighting to the death, making it the perfect battlefield to activate the Bloodbath form.

Before long, all I could see was pitch black.

It was a scene formed by a multitude of evil creatures crowded together.

boom!

Upon arriving at the enemy camp, Allen wielded his golden trident and wreaked havoc.

The kill count is completed in just a few breaths, thus entering the Bloodbath form. The key lies in the formation of the Blood Prison Domain.

As long as he is inside the Blood Prison, Allen maintains his blood lock at all times and has no worries about his blood running out.

At the same moment, David arrived.

The two fought each other in the ocean.

Within the Blood Prison, imbue the weapon with the power of blood.

When attacking, it leaves a layer of blood shadow, resulting in 100% damage.

Bang!

Allen casually chopped down.

David, who managed to parry the attack with difficulty, had no expression on his face, but it was clear that he was no match for the opponent. His arms, which were holding the Dark Trident, were trembling.

With a base physical attribute of 72 times, plus a 3x boost from the Bloodlust of Madness and a 1x extra damage from Blood Blade, the total damage directly surpasses the 400x mark.

"Brothers, this little idiot can't die! Everyone hurry up and help him kill the evil creatures to maintain the Blood Prison."

The Neurotic Emperor realized the crucial nature of this battle and ordered all the righteous gods to attack the outer perimeter of Allen's Blood Prison.

The blood of the slain evil creatures is drawn from their bodies and continuously merges into the Blood Prison, expanding its area until it becomes like a lake of blood in the blink of an eye.

"Why aren't you dead yet? Why aren't you dead yet? I'm the main character, and my appearance fee is very high."

Despite Allen's relentless offensive onslaught, David remained undefeated through sheer defensive maneuvering, but the changes in his performance became increasingly apparent.

The green light not only shone through the facial features, but also emanated a faint green glow from the meridians of the body.

Black mist swirled behind it, gradually coalescing into the outline of a figure.

"Holy crap, awesome, you have a soul beast."

Upon seeing this, Allen tried to disperse the black mist figure, but found that it had no physical body and was more like a projection of some kind of rule.

"Hey bastard, can you just die for once? Little Right is feeling a bit sore, and I feel bad for her doing manual labor."

David ignored Alan's rambling.

He is now a puppet completely controlled by the Dark Trident, unable to think or speak, and relies on instinct to fight.

"The shadowy figure has grown horns on its head, could it be...?"

As the black mist figure gradually took shape, Allen exclaimed in shock, "It's the Little Divine Dragon!"

This is obviously a big mistake.

In less than a minute, the dark figure truly descended upon the world.

The figure is three meters tall and has a black body as its sole color, with a five-fingered crown on its head.

"Finally, it has arrived on earth."

The shadowy figure exuded the aura of an ancient emperor; although its head lacked facial features, it conveyed a sense of utter contempt for everything.

"Big brother, who are you?" Allen asked with a blank look on his face.

"You are not worthy to know..."

The shadowy figure stiffened; even without facial features, one could still sense a change in emotion.

"Damn it, what kind of lunatic are you? You're such a jerk!" The dark figure cursed angrily, completely losing the arrogant and domineering demeanor he had displayed moments before.

"I know who you are now, the Hand of the Void, isn't it, the Great Right Hand of Darkness?"

Allen remembered one of the main villains in a comic book storyline, and all the characteristics matched.

"I am not, you have mistaken me for someone else. I am Crimson Lord Cytorak," the Void Hand retorted.

"Bullshit, that's one of my bosses," Allen retorted without hesitation.

"Anyway, I'm not the Hand of the Void, so don't make wild guesses."

The Void Hand made an excuse and left: "I left the gas stove on at home, so I'm going home now. We'll talk another day."

After saying that, the dark figure disappeared.

The power bestowed upon the Dark Trident vanished along with it.

Clearly, the Void Hand withdrew its power.

Without the blessing of the evil god, David regressed back to an ordinary person, but his self-awareness was completely eroded, and he had become a walking corpse.

Even when seawater filled his nasal cavity and lungs, he showed no reaction, like a desperate person yearning for death.

Unable to be controlled by the evil god, the evil creatures immediately ceased their activities and retreated to the deep sea.

The Atlantis crisis has come to an end.

(End of this chapter)