Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 110: ?Turn your own kind against each other and give them war

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"Namor, forget it, forget it... I can get the weapon back later!"

Sebastian dragged Namor, who was dying and chanting "Trident", back to the submarine.

"Hurry up and get the Atlanteans to respond, we can't stop Superman!"

He shook Namor, who had angry eyes, to wake up and stop thinking about the Neptune Trident.

The ultimate depth of a U-boat is 320 meters, so it may not be able to escape Superman's sight.

If they are caught up by then, the members of the Hellfire Club, who do not have the innate ability to breathe underwater, may face the end of their group being wiped out.

"Mr. Xiao, you are right."

Realizing the threat of death, Namor temporarily put down his beloved trident.

That weapon meant to him what the Meowth Hammer meant to Thor, and it contained an inseparable feeling.

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

Holding his bleeding chest, the young king followed his inner will and emitted a special sound wave to call out to the creatures in the deep sea.

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

Luke, who was caught off guard by a heat vision, looked at the tornado spinning at high speed on the sea with a smile on his lips.

"Sebastian Xiao has fled with Namor."

Riptide, who had stayed behind for no reason, was stunned for a moment and found that the U-boat had disappeared.

This is wrong!

Isn't my mission to interfere with Superman's sight and create chaos

Where are people

All ran away

So why is an obvious submarine missing

A series of question marks popped up from Riptide's head, and his high-speed rotating body suddenly stopped.

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

Staying and fighting Superman is something only a fool would do!

"I want to leave now, is it too late?"

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

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

Whoosh!

The atmosphere exploded.

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

"It can be regarded as finding experimental materials for Dr. Teslak."

Luke dives down to catch the trident that skewers Riptide into a barbecue

"Don't disappoint me, Sebastian Xiao. With your ability to make trouble, you should have no problem creating a war."

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

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

Atlantis, Poseidonia.

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

He had been unconscious for four hours, and his naked body was covered with sticky nano-dissolving potion.

The hideous wound on the chest had initially healed, leaving only a slight feeling of dull pain.

Namor couldn't help but feel angry when he thought about his beloved trident falling into the hands of land people and being played with, touched, and used.

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

The medical officer dissuaded.

Neptune's Trident is the 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 fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people and his vitality is extremely strong, he was almost killed instantly.

"Where are the guests I invited?"

Namor ignored the medical officer and asked with a frown.

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

The medical officer replied hesitantly.

"Elder Zhanma said that they are land people. If they break into Atlantis, they are considered intruders and must be guarded."

Namor's face was livid and he said nothing.

As the anger surged, there was also clear pain in his chest.

"Take me to the water prison."

He forced out the words through his teeth.

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

Namor leaned on the throne and looked down at the robed nobles.

"You imprisoned my people, my guests, claiming it was for the safety of Atlantis."

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

"Yes, Your Majesty. In all these years, no land person has ever set foot in our country, let alone entered the capital, Poseidonia, and stood in the parliament hall."

A nobleman in robes raised his head and said without fear.

"This is an act of transgression that violates tradition. The elders cannot just watch your Majesty make a mistake, so we stopped it - this is also our responsibility."

Namor pursed his lips and his eyes became colder.

The loss of Neptune's Trident shook his already unstable throne.

Namor, whose emotions were fluctuating fiercely, suppressed his inner anger and slowly said: "I am the king of Atlantis, but my subjects do not give me the respect I deserve. Is this considered a transgression? "

"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 nobleman in robes stood up.

When the coat of superiority between the king and his ministers is lifted off, all that remains is naked contempt and rejection.

"very good."

Namor, who was extremely angry and laughing, stood up and said loudly: "Just because I don't have blue skin like you, I am regarded as a 'bastard' and an 'abnormal'. Even the teacher in charge of royal education, None of them were willing to talk to me, and the high priest even suggested to my grandfather that he wanted to expel me.”

"My mother, a royal princess, has lived a life of luxury since she was a child. In order to protect me, she had no choice but to hide in a slum and endure the dirty environment and cruel life."

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

"You are not noble. There is no difference between Atlanteans and land people. They are just as narrow-minded and selfish... Oh no, land people at least know how to study."

"When they were still drilling wood to make fire, Atlantis had already studied the use of ocean energy. But now they have begun to learn to control nuclear energy. You are still stuck in the same tradition thousands of years ago. do not let it go."

"What are the rules of our ancestors? You were just scared out of your wits by the Gods and the Eternals, so you hid under the sea and didn't dare to go out."

Namor said as he walked down the steps.

"Your Majesty—do you know what you are talking about?"

A robed nobleman asked angrily.

"of course I know."

Namor covered his chest and coughed twice.

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

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

Click!

Pinch your fingers together and exert force on your arms.

The robed nobleman's neck was tilted to one side and his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that Namor would do anything to him.

"Look, how stupid he looks. The king cannot execute nobles... Go to the God of the Sea with these rules."

Namor smiled sarcastically and started a massacre without any suspense.

The guards standing outside heard the sound and broke into the meeting hall, but they could only watch blankly.

Because according to the rules, attacking the king was tantamount to treason.

Sebastian, who was acting as a bystander, had a satisfied smile on his face wearing breathing equipment.

He glanced at the White Queen calmly and said in a voice that could only be heard by himself: "Well done."

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

Hatred blinded Namor's eyes. If only he could calm down and think about it carefully.

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

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

Instead of rashly angering a king without any preparation.

A few minutes later, when the massacre was over, the corpses of nobles in robes were strewn in the hall.

Sebastian said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, what should we do next?"

After wiping the blood on his hands, Namor felt as if he had put down a big stone that was weighing on his heart, and his whole body 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." (End of Chapter)