"Namor, forget it, forget it... the weapon can be brought back in the future!"

Sebastian dragged Namo, who was dying and chanting "trident" in his mouth, and returned to the submarine.

"Let the Atlantis come and pick it up quickly, we can't stop Superman!"

He shook his eyes hard, and told the guy to be more sober and stop thinking about the Nepton Trident.

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

If they are caught up, members of the Hellfire Club do not have the ability to breathe underwater, and may face the end of the group destruction.

"Mr. Xiao, you're right."

Feeling the threat of death, Namo temporarily put down his beloved trident.

The meaning of that weapon to him is like Meow Hammer to Thor, which contains an unscathing emotion.

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

Covering his bleeding chest, the young king followed his inner will and emitted some special sound wave, calling on the deep-sea creatures.

"You seem to have been left behind, friend."

Luke, caught off guard, was hit by a hot sight, looked at the tornado spinning at high speed on the sea, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Sebastian Shaw has already escaped with Namo."

The torrent behind the palace was inexplicably stunned for a moment and found that the U-shaped submarine disappeared.

This is not right!

Isn’t my mission interfering with Superman’s sight and creating chaos?

Where is the person?

All ran away?

So why is it that obvious that a submarine disappeared?

A series of question marks emerged from the torrent's head, and the body rotating at high speed suddenly stopped.

The young mutant who reacted directly controlled the airflow to form a whirlwind and held himself away quickly.

Keep staying to fight Superman, that's something that only fools will do!

"Will you be a little late if you want to leave now?"

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

Just like throwing a javelin, it shot out in a standard posture.

With a whoosh!

The atmosphere burst into flames.

A golden afterimage, like galloping lightning, hitting the runaway torrent.

"It can be considered as finding experimental materials for Dr. Tesla."

Luke dives down and catches the trident that skews the torrent into a barbecue

"Don't let me down, Sebastian Shaw. With your ability to make trouble, it should be fine to create a war."

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

The U-shaped submarine was drifting underwater, but there was no one in the command cabin.

...

...

Atlantis, Posedonia.

Namo, who was seriously injured, crawled out of the huge nutrition pool.

He has been in a coma for four hours, and his red body is covered with sticky nano-dissolving potion.

The hideous wound on the chest has initially healed, and there are only some slight sensation of a slight pain.

When Namo thought of his beloved trident falling into the hands of the landlords, he was played with, touched, and used, he couldn't help but get angry.

"Your Majesty, your injuries have not fully recovered, don't get angry easily."

The medical officer dissuaded.

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

Magic runes engraved on the surface that affects weather, hitting the human body will cause electric shock damage.

Even though Namo's physical fitness is far superior to ordinary people and his vitality is particularly strong, he is almost instantly killed.

"Where are the guests I invited?"

Namo ignored the medical officer and frowned and asked.

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

The medical officer's hesitant answer.

"Elder Zhanma said that they are landmen. If they break into Atlantis, they must be taken care of by invaders."

Namo had a dark face and said nothing.

As the anger surged, a clear pain appeared in my chest.

"Take me to the water prison."

He squeezed this sentence out of his teeth.

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

Namo leaned against the throne and looked down at the nobles of the robe.

"You have imprisoned my fellow countrymen, my guests, and claimed that this is for the safety of Atlantis."

His tone was cold, mixed with a hint of anger.

"Yes, Your Majesty. In so many years, no landlord has ever set foot in our country, let alone entered the capital Posedonia and stood in the parliament hall."

A nobleman in the robe raised his head and said fearlessly.

"This is an act of transgression that violates tradition. Elders cannot watch you make mistakes, so they stop it - this is also our duty."

Namo pursed his lips and his eyes became even colder.

The loss of Nepton's trident shakes his already uneasy throne.

Namo, who was emotionally fluctuating, suppressed his anger and slowly spoke: "I am the king of Atlantis, but my ministers did not give me any due respect. Is this also a kind of usurpation?"

"Your Majesty, in the history of Atlantis, there has never been a mixed-blood king, nor has there ever been a king who lost his trident and fled in battle."

Another nobleman in robe stood up.

When the cloak of the monarch and ministers is uncovered, all that is left is naked contempt and rejection.

"very good."

Namo, who was extremely angry and laughed, stood up and said loudly: "Just because I don't have blue skin like you, I am regarded as a 'bad' and 'anomian'. Even the teacher in charge of royal education was unwilling to talk to me. The high priest even advised my grandfather to expel me."

"My mother, a royal princess, has lived a life of luxury since childhood. In order to protect me, she had to hide in the slums and endure the messy environment and cruel life."

"From childhood, I have been ridiculed and bullied more than you all. They have taught me to keep a distance from others and avoid being hurt. They have also allowed me to see the terror of human nature, which has nothing to do with skin color or race."

"You are not noble. The Atlantis are no different from the landmen. They are as narrow-minded and as selfish as they are... Oh no, the landmen at least know how to learn."

"When they were still drilling wood to make fire, Atlantis had already studied the use of marine energy, but now they have all started to learn to control nuclear energy. You are still ten thousand years ago, holding on to that tradition and never letting go."

"What are the rules of ancestors? You are just scared by the God Group. The Eternal One, so you hide at the bottom of the sea and dare not go out."

Namo said as he walked down the steps.

"Your Majesty-Do you know what you are talking about?"

A robe nobleman asked angrily.

"Of course, I know."

Namo covered her chest and coughed twice.

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

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

Click!

Put your five fingers together and use force on your arms.

The robe nobleman's neck was tilted to one side, his eyes wide open, and he seemed to be unable to believe that Namo would do anything to himself until he died.

"Look, what a stupid look. The king cannot execute the nobles... and take these rules to meet the God of the Ocean."

Namo smiled sarcastically and began a massacre without any suspense.

The guards guarding outside heard the sound and broke into the conference hall, but could only stare blankly.
To be continued...