Marvel’s Superman

"Namo, forget it, forget it...the weapon can be brought back later!"

Sebastian dragged Namor, who was dying, with "Trident" in his mouth, and returned to the submarine.

"Hurry up and let the Atlantis come to meet, we can't stop Superman!"

He shook Namor, who had an angry look in his eyes, to make him sober and stop thinking about the Neptune Trident.

The limit depth of a U-shaped submarine is 320 meters, and it may not be able to escape Superman's sight.

In case of being caught up by that time, the members of the Hellfire Club, who do not have the natural ability to breathe underwater, may face the end of the group.

"Mr. Xiao, you are right."

Feeling the threat of death, Namor temporarily puts down his beloved trident.

The meaning of that weapon to him is like the meaning of the Meow Meow Hammer to Thor, the god of thunder, and it contains an inescapable feeling.

"I'll definitely get it back - I'll go back to Atlantis first."

Clutching his bleeding chest, the young king obeyed his inner will and issued a special sound wave calling for deep-sea creatures.

"You seem to be left behind, friend."

Luke, who was caught off guard by a hot gaze, looked at the high-speed rotating tornado on the sea, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sebastian Shaw has fled with Namor."

Inexplicably left behind the rapids, stunned for a moment, and found that the U-shaped submarine disappeared.

This is not right!

Isn't it my job to interfere with Superman's vision and create chaos?

What about people?

all run away?

So what happened to the apparently one submarine?

A series of question marks emerged from Torrent's head, and the high-speed spinning body stopped suddenly.

The young mutant who reacted directly manipulated the airflow to form a whirlwind, holding himself away quickly.

Stay and fight Superman, that's what a fool would do!

"I want to go now, will it be too late?"

Luke held the trident in his hand and narrowed his eyes to confirm the target.

Like throwing a javelin, it is fired in a standard stance.

Whoosh!

The atmosphere roared.

A golden afterimage, like galloping lightning, directly hit the running torrent.

"It can be considered as an experimental material for Dr. Teslak."

Luke dives down and catches the trident that string the rapids into a barbecue

"Don't let me down, Sebastian Shaw. With your ability to make things happen, it should be no problem to create a war."

The young major general stood on the sea and looked down.

The U-boat was adrift, but the command module was empty.

...

...

Atlantis, Poseidonia.

Namor, who was seriously injured, climbed out of the huge nutrient pool.

He had been in a coma for four hours, and his body was full of slimy nano-dissolving potions.

The ferocious wound on the chest has initially healed, and there is only a slight feeling of faint pain.

Thinking of his beloved trident falling into the hands of the land people, being played with, touched, and used by others, Namor couldn't help but raise his anger.

"Your Majesty, you haven't fully recovered from your injury, so don't get angry easily."

The medical officer discouraged.

The Neptune Trident is an artifact of Atlantis and a symbol of royal power.

The surface is engraved with magical runes that affect the weather, and hitting the human body will cause electric shock damage.

Even though Namor's physical quality is far beyond that of ordinary people and his vitality is exceptionally strong, he was almost killed in seconds.

"What about my guests?"

Namor ignored the medical officer and asked back with a frown.

"They... stay in the water prison."

The medical officer answered hesitantly.

"Elder Zhanma said that they are land people. If they break into Atlantis, they are considered intruders. They must be taken care of."

Namor's face was blue, and he said nothing.

As anger surged, a clear pain appeared in his chest.

"Take me to the water prison."

He squeezed the words out of his teeth.

Twenty minutes later, the Hellfire Club, wearing breathing equipment, appeared in the conference hall.

Namor leaned on the throne, condescendingly looking down at the robe nobles.

"You imprisoned my compatriots, my guests, and claimed that it was for the safety of Atlantis."

His tone was indifferent, with a hint of anger mixed in.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Over the years, no one from the land has ever set foot in our country, let alone in the capital of Poseidonia, standing in the halls of Parliament."

A robe noble raised his head and said fearlessly.

"This is an arrogant act that violates tradition. The elders can't watch your Majesty make mistakes, so they stop it - this is also our responsibility."

Namor pursed his lips, his eyes colder.

The loss of Neptune's Trident has shaken his already precarious throne.

Namor, who was emotionally fluctuated, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said slowly: "I am the king of Atlantis, but my servants have not given half the respect they deserve. Is this also considered an arrogance? "

"Your Majesty, in the history of Atlantis, there has never been a half-blood king, and there has never been a king who lost his trident and ran away in battle."

Another robe noble stood up.

When the coat of honor and inferiority of the monarch and subject is lifted, all that remains is naked contempt and rejection.

"very good."

Namor, who was extremely angry, stood up and said loudly: "Because I don't have blue skin like you, I'm considered a 'wild species' and an 'abnormal'. Even the teacher in charge of royal education, They didn't want to talk to me, and the high priest even spoke to my grandfather to expel me."

"My mother, a princess of the royal family, lived a life of fine clothes and food since she was a child. In order to protect me, she had to hide in the slums and endure a dirty environment and a cruel life."

"Growing up, I have been ridiculed and bullied more than you. They taught me to keep my distance from other people and avoid being hurt. They also made me see the wickedness of human nature, regardless of skin color or race."

"You are not noble. There is no difference between the Atlanteans and the land people, the same narrow-mindedness, the same selfishness... Oh no, the land people at least know how to learn."

"When they were still drilling wood to make fire, Atlantis had already studied the use of ocean energy, but now they are all beginning to learn to control nuclear energy. You are still 10,000 years ago. do not let it go."

"What are the rules of your ancestors, you are just scared by the gods and the Eternals, so you hid at the bottom of the sea and didn't dare to go out."

Namor said as he walked down the steps.

"Your Majesty—do you know what you're talking about?"

A robe noble asked angrily.

"of course I know."

Namor clutched his chest and coughed twice.

The other hand reached out quickly and lifted the other person up.

"You may not know that the color I hate the most is blue!"

Click!

Put your fingers together and use your arms.

The robe nobleman's neck was slanted to one side, his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that Namor would do something to himself.

"Look how stupid. Kings can't execute nobles... Go to the god of the sea with these rules."

Namor laughed sarcastically and started a massacre without any suspense.

The guards who were guarding outside heard the sound and broke into the discussion hall, but they could only stare blankly.

Because according to the rules, they are tantamount to treason against the king.

Sebastian, who was acting as a bystander, showed a satisfied smile on the face wearing the breathing apparatus.

He glanced at the White Queen calmly, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "Nice job."

The latter looked calm, as if nothing had been done.

Hatred blinded Namor's eyes, if he could calm down, think about it carefully.

With the strength of the Hellfire Club, can the soldiers of Atlantis put them in a water prison?

Moreover, if the robe nobles of the Presbyterian Church want to attack themselves, they should also create public opinion and win over public opinion.

Instead of angering a king without any preparation.

A few minutes later, when the massacre was over, the corpses of the robed nobles lay scattered across the hall.

Sebastian said solemnly, "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

Drying the blood on his hands, Namor seemed to put down a big stone that was pressing on his heart, and the whole person became much more relaxed.

He walked up the steps, sat on the throne, and said word by word: "War. Give the land world a war."