Chapter 395: Allen Takes Action, Taunting the Bastard
At the first moment of war, Atlanna rushed to the prison cells.
She brought Allen and the others' weapons and ordered the guards to unlock their shackles.
"What you said was true. Atlantis is under attack," Atlanna said, her eyes full of gratitude. If they hadn't deployed the army in advance, the flames of war might have already engulfed the entire city.
Even if the Atlantean Kingdom eventually triumphed, the resulting losses would've been incalculable.
"Old woman, shouldn't you show a little appreciation?" Allen busily picked up his gear, throwing in a cheeky request for benefits.
"What do you want?"
Atlanna instinctively took a step back, her gaze filled with wariness.
She was already well past her prime—getting into a May–December romance was out of the question. Not to mention, her sons were each at least a generation older than Allen.
Hearing this, Orm frowned, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
I treated you like a brother, and you want to be my dad?
"Don't flatter yourself, old woman," Allen said bluntly. "I just think mermaids are pretty. Could you gift me a few? The kind with a beautiful woman's upper body and a fish's lower body. Don't mess it up—I don't want fish-men."
"…"
Atlanna's expression darkened. She immediately refused. "Atlantis doesn't have mermaids. They live in the waters of Themyscira—members of the Siren Tribe."
Among the ocean tribes, the Fishermen Kingdom had species resembling mermaids.
But their upper bodies were covered in scales, and they didn't match human standards of beauty at all.
"Lame."
Allen pouted arrogantly. "I'll catch some myself later."
"I advise you not to get any funny ideas," Atlanna said with kind intent. "Sirens don't look nearly as pretty as the stories claim. They're only beautiful when singing. Normally, they look like man-eating ghouls straight from hell."
As the rulers of the ocean, Atlantis naturally had studied this.
After all, they worshiped Poseidon, and the Sirens were divine beings of the same pantheon.
The problem was, the Sirens had no intellect—driven only by instinct to hunt and reproduce.
"You make it sound so serious. I just wanted to study them for science," Allen said sheepishly.
In an instant, his fantasy about mermaids completely shattered.
Not pretty? Even dogs wouldn't want them.
Without wasting another word, he quickly made his way to the battlefield.
Along the way, he saw civilians hiding in bunkers, while able-bodied youths rushed to the armory to gear up for battle.
Swarms of fish-shaped warplanes launched from inside the city.
Various weapons of war were being mobilized for the city's defense.
Meanwhile, twenty kilometers outside the city, a brutal bloodbath was already underway.
Commanding the army was Arthur, holding the golden trident in front of him. Rings of ripples spread outward, summoning predators from the ocean.
Sharks, whales, dolphins, and all kinds of carnivorous fish flooded toward the battlefield.
But the numbers weren't enough to hold back the evil creatures.
"I'll help you," came a voice—Namor had arrived at his side.
"You are?" Arthur turned with wary eyes.
"Namor."
"…"
"The former King of Atlantis."
Seeing Arthur still looked confused, Namor added the explanation.
A flicker of surprise crossed Arthur's eyes, but in the end, he accepted the help.
Namor gripped the golden trident with both hands.
Together—DC and Marvel's two Kings of Atlantis unleashed their full summoning power.
Wave after wave of summons rippled through the sea, spreading to every ocean.
In an instant, a growing tide of sea creatures began to converge.
Suddenly, from among the evil creatures, a sea horse-like beast appeared—its body covered in seaweed-like hair, with Black Manta riding on its back.
In his hand was the Dark Trident, and his eyes glowed with eerie green light.
"Arthur, our grudge ends today."
With that, David charged on his sea steed toward Arthur and Namor.
"Your opponent is me," Orm cut in midway to intercept him.
In the ocean, his strength wasn't far behind Arthur's, even without a powerful weapon.
"Get lost," David snapped, eyes full of disdain. With a casual slash of the Dark Trident—
His vibranium-forged weapon instantly shattered Orm's trident, and the resulting water shockwave sent him tumbling uncontrollably.
It was clear they weren't even close in power.
Orm lost cleanly, completely stunned, finally realizing how crucial a powerful weapon was.
He'd lost twice now—
Once to the golden trident.
This time to the dark one.
"You can die now," David said, ready to finish off this nuisance.
Boom!
A burst of scarlet energy struck his face, drawing his irritated gaze.
Off in the distance, Allen stood grinning, holding a high-energy weapon and deliberately interfering.
"Hey, Blackie, am I shooting you just right?" Allen called out with a wide, taunting grin.
Boom!
Before David could retaliate, another energy blast struck him from another direction.
"Blackie, am I shooting you just right?"
From afar, Morgan mimicked Allen, gun in hand, mockery in her voice.
Boom!
Yet another energy blast hit the back of David's head.
"Bla—am I shooting you just right?"
This time, it was T'Challa who had attacked. He'd originally wanted to repeat the same insult, but as a Black man himself, he choked back the second word.
"Blackie, why does your face look even darker now?"
Allen activated full trash-talk mode, pulling the trigger nonstop.
"Oh right—I remember. You were already Black!"
With the protection of a dark god's power, the shots didn't do any real damage—but the repeated face shots were undeniably humiliating.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Atlanna quickly rescued the drifting Orm.
"Here—take this weapon."
Atlanna handed him a silvery-white trident.
"What is this?" Orm asked. He remembered his mother's trident had been destroyed by the golden one—this one looked completely unfamiliar.
"It belonged to your grandfather," Atlanna explained. "In ancient times, there were five tridents forged with Poseidon Metal. This was the ancestral weapon of our clan's leader."
Of course, Poseidon Metal was extremely rare. The golden trident was the only one fully forged from it. The remaining four contained varying amounts of alloyed Poseidon Metal, but they still possessed exceptional power.
After all, Poseidon Metal was among the Eight Divine Metals, used exclusively for crafting weapons of the gods.
"Help! Don't chase me!"
No sooner had Orm taken the trident than he saw David charging madly after Allen.
Clearly, Allen was the most annoying one. If anyone had to die, it had to be him.
"Blackie, I don't have any cough syrup for you!"
Allen looked like he was running for his life—but that gleeful, cheeky smile was unmistakable.
Before anyone could react, he dove headfirst into the horde of evil creatures.
David stopped the chase—not because he gave up, but because he thought Allen was truly insane. Those endless waves of monsters would tear him to pieces.
David turned back to face Arthur and Namor. His desire for revenge never wavered.
Boom…
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