In half a day, Alan had created a mask using Star Iron and a small piece of Amazonium the size of a fingernail. Using his shaping and enchanting skills, he imbued it with the ability to convert the oxygen in the water, allowing for indefinite breathing. Considering the time constraints and the fact that a full suit of armor would be too heavy and inconvenient for sea combat, Alan gave up on the idea of making a complete set.
There is a cluster of islands located in a part of the sea with an extremely harsh climate. It is surrounded by whirlpools, thunderstorms, and heavy rains all year round, and ocean-going ships never pass through this area. Moreover, it is far from the underwater city of Atlantis, so it rarely receives any attention. The Atlanteans who supported the old king, Namor, were now hiding on these islands. To be precise, the Atlantean nobles were on the island; they could not only breathe in the water but also breathe normally on land, though they could not leave the water for long periods. The civilians, however, could not live without water and were forced to hide in the underwater caves of the island.
They landed on the island, and Namor led his old subordinates to greet them. He was accompanied by a group of nobles in gorgeous clothing. They looked almost the same as humans and belonged to the coexistence faction. To put it bluntly, they paid little attention to human society, had never thought of occupying land, and were only focused on the development of the ocean.
"I have a general understanding of the situation now," Namor said solemnly. "All parties in the Ocean Kingdom have chosen to submit to the power of Atlan and the Council of Elders. I'm afraid I do not have the ability to help."
It was no wonder Namor was discouraged. The entire Ocean Kingdom was so large that it could easily launch wars against all the continents on the planet. Moreover, many nobles were hostile to humans and were unwilling to submit to a half-blood king.
"Pirate King, you could challenge him to a one-on-one duel," Alan suggested, remembering that in many stories, this was the way kingship was decided.
"The battle for kingship can only be carried out with the consent of all races," an elderly noble said with a bitter smile. "No one will agree to start a war for the throne now."
"Damn it, you're just being a swindler, aren't you?" Alan said, then angrily turned to comfort Namor. "Don't be afraid. Even if you can't be a king, you'll still be the Pirate King."
"It seems that a war between Atlantis and Paradise Island is inevitable," Diana looked depressed. She didn't want her people to be in danger, but all her efforts had been in vain. This war was bound to be extremely brutal. Paradise Island was doomed to lose, but Atlantis would pay a heavy price.
"Is this normal?" Alan pointed at the sea surface. He had found countless bubbles floating up, and even the water level seemed to have risen a lot. Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong. It was as if something massive were rising from the depths, creating gas bubbles.
Boom!
A giant ship shaped like a manta ray emerged from the water, accompanied by countless fish-shaped fighter planes. Hordes of seahorse knights and shark knights appeared alongside it. At the edge of the island, saltwater creatures that looked like crabs and lobsters were making their way onto the island. Mixed in with the marine army, you could also see the Fishermen, wrapped in their cabin-like armor. Atlan had led all the tribes of the ocean to attack.
"Princess, was I not right?" Alan said in a show-off manner. "I told you it was a conspiracy."
Why are you bragging? We're already in danger, and you're still concerned about whether or not it's a conspiracy.
Namor looked at the nobles angrily. The civilians underwater were always on guard; how could they not have noticed an enemy of this scale? Unless it was a trap set up by forces from both the inside and the outside.
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry. Atlan threatened our relatives. We had no choice. Please, forgive us. We will always be loyal to you."
"Your Majesty, we will follow you to our deaths. We only hope that our loved ones can live."
"Your Majesty, I only have one son. I can die, but he cannot."
Faced with the confessions of his old nobles, Namor couldn't feel any hatred in his heart. It was true that they had betrayed him, but when their loved ones fell into the hands of the enemy, they had been left with no choice. Namor couldn't help but wonder if he could have ignored it if he were in their position.
"Pirate King, now is not the time for kindness. Let them pick up their weapons and fight. We buy time to escape and then avenge them later." Alan put on his mask and kept looking at the sea. He suddenly found that there were marine troops on all sides. They could only fight their way out.
At this time, a middle-aged man holding a silver-white trident, wearing dark green fish-scale armor, and stepping on a manta-ray-like aircraft landed on the island. He was accompanied by dozens of red-armored soldiers. The red-armored soldiers belonged to the Royal Guards. Their combat power was more than ten times that of the white-armored soldiers, and their main armor was equipped with more advanced technological weapons.
"Namor, I'll give you a chance to surrender without a fight." The newcomer had wet blond hair, and under the flickering lightning, there was a sense of déjà vu, like a golden edge.
Alan suddenly said, "Pirate King, I think he is more handsome than you."
"Are you Atlan?"
"Indeed."
The two kings looked at each other, and for a moment, no one intervened. When kings clash, due respect must be given. Of course, if the new king were to lose, there would be no need to follow the rules, and everyone would rush forward shoulder to shoulder.
Seeing the main culprit appear, Diana took a fighting stance and said in a deep voice, "Immediately declare an end to the war on Paradise Island. Otherwise, this island will be your burial place."
"Hehe… go ahead and cry. It's okay. I won't laugh at you," Alan echoed.
Atlan looked at Alan with surprised eyes, his mind full of questions, wondering who had invited this joke.
Boom!
A figure fell from the sky. A man nearly two meters tall, dressed like an ancient Greek gladiator, appeared. Under his fully enclosed helmet, a pair of scarlet eyes stared at Diana.
"Your opponent is me." A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, making his armor look even more ferocious and heavy.
"Wow, you look so handsome. Why don't you tell me where you're from?" Alan walked over to Diana and comforted her. "Princess, don't panic. I will help you."
"He is Ares, the God of War," Diana said solemnly.
"I'll be your moral support." Alan made a half-hearted cheering gesture.
The old gods had appeared, not to mention this was a family affair between siblings. Alan was sensible enough not to get involved, for fear of being beaten to death with one punch.
Asgard.
At the entrance of the Rainbow Bridge, Heimdall was like an eternal guard, his eyes always watching the movements of the Nine Realms. His divine sword was inserted into the control hub of the Rainbow Bridge. He was wearing golden armor and stood as still as a statue. His golden pupils contracted, and his gaze focused on a certain place in the world.
"Thor." Heimdall looked at Odin's son, Thor, who was lying drunk on the steps.
"Hmm… is it time for you to get off work?" Thor asked drunkenly, holding up a wine jug.
Heimdall told him bluntly, "The target of the Council of Gods has appeared."
"He has been found." Thor took a gulp of wine, his legs swaying unsteadily, and he did not forget to raise his hammer and speak wildly. "I have wanted to beat Ares for a long time. How dare he call himself the God of War…"
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