Thor.
Ares recognized him at a glance. After all, in the Council of Gods, there weren't many other powerful deities who wielded a short-handled hammer and had a crippling drinking problem.
"Thor, God of Thunder. Are you here to bow before the Council of Gods?" Ares taunted, his voice a low rumble. "Or have you considered working with me? We could reshuffle the Council, and together, we could sit on the thrones of the God-Kings."
"Not interested. Hiccup…" Thor burped, then threw Mjolnir with a flick of his wrist. The hammer became a blur of silver, flying straight and true.
Boom!
It slammed heavily into a rocky mountain some distance away. Ares, who had watched it fly past him, had correctly predicted its trajectory would miss. Seeing Thor's swaying legs and blurry, lifeless eyes, Ares immediately felt a surge of confidence. How can I not defeat a common drunkard?
He dodged sideways, easily avoiding the returning hammer.
"Let's take this to the sky," Ares declared. As soon as he finished speaking, he soared into the air, disappearing into the dark clouds in the blink of an eye.
Thor swung Mjolnir and followed close behind.
Boom!
The next second, the dark clouds crackled with frequent bursts of lightning and thunder. The mortals below could not clearly see the fighting, for how could they possibly spy on a confrontation between two gods?
"Princess, the floor is dirty. You shouldn't sleep there." Alan stepped forward to check on Diana's injuries. From the outside, she had no visible wounds, just a face gray with dust and eyes that seemed lifeless and autistic. It seemed the blow to her pride was not a small one; her whole being had gone into a state of shutdown. The princess of Paradise Island, who had been strong all her life, had been beaten in front of everyone, unable to fight back. She had lost all face on the spot.
"Beep, beep, beep… Alan, the director of Westwood Psychiatric Department, has arrived at the scene of the accident." Looking at the stunned Diana, Alan waved his hand in front of her face, then held his chin and thought, "The patient's condition is very serious."
"Excuse me, Director Alan, what is her illness?" Alan said to his right hand in a serious tone, "Nurse Righty, she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. I, who also majored in emotional studies, have diagnosed her at a glance. She needs to start a new relationship to fill the void left by her predecessor."
"Don't believe him, he's a psychopath." Alan turned to look at his left hand and said seriously, "Nurse Lefty, please do not question my authority as a doctor."
At this time, Diana sat up and looked at Alan helplessly.
The fighting on the island was still raging. The nobles were fighting a losing battle with the Atlantean soldiers. If it weren't for Nanaue, they might have been killed and injured long ago; the difference in numbers was simply too great. Diana regained her fighting spirit and immediately intervened in the battle between the two kings, causing the situation to reverse instantly.
She couldn't defeat Ares, the God of War, but a mere usurper king was no match for her. Accompanied by the shining fire of her blade, the Sword of Vulcan cut off the trident symbolizing royal power with one swing, and Atlan's defeat was sealed.
Namor grabbed his arm from behind, and Diana placed her divine sword across his neck.
"Guess whether there are any bullets in my gun," Alan said, coming up to join in the fun, pressing two energy weapons against Atlan's crotch.
The winner takes all.
Atlan still maintained his kingly demeanor and said calmly, "Just give me a quick death. Someone will be buried with me." The burial companions he was referring to must have been the families of Namor's loyalists. For a time, they were forced to hesitate, unable to act.
"Aren't you afraid of death?" Diana frowned deeply. It would be a real headache to meet a prisoner who was so unyielding.
"I'm afraid, but I've already arranged my backup plan." Atlan said bluntly, "Once I die, the United Ocean Kingdom will still implement its plan. It will never stop purging the coexistence faction and launching a war on Paradise Island."
"Pirate King, this king is quite competent. I have to ask, are you afraid of someone plotting against you?" Alan's two energy weapons were pressed against his chest, and he said with a look that saw right through him, "Don't you just want to bargain? It would be easy for you to survive. Release the hostages, stop the war, and give us a few tons of magic metal. Send me a batch of fine wine, and I'll treat you to a late-night snack. That sounds fun, doesn't it?"
Atlan's expression froze. That was exactly what he had intended. But the question of several tons of magic metal was truly far-fetched. The stock of such a resource in Atlantis was extremely scarce, and each tribe was only willing to use it to make the trident, the symbol of royal power. Every bit used was a little bit less, and there was absolutely no way they could waste it.
"There's not that much Seventh Metal," Atlan said bluntly.
"How much can you give?"
"Thirty pounds at most."
Alan gave Diana a look. "Cut off both his hands and feet. As long as he's alive."
"Wait a minute! Forty pounds!" Atlan looked panicked. Living without arms and legs would be worse than death.
"Cut off an arm and a pair of legs."
"Fifty pounds!"
"A pair of legs."
"Sixty pounds!"
"A leg."
"Seventy pounds!"
"Deal." Alan needed the Seventh Metal to make equipment. His opponents were too powerful, and he didn't feel safe unless he was covered in a layer of iron.
As for Namor taking back the throne, forget it. How could he manage a country where the whole nation was hostile to him? It was better to take his loyal subjects and find another place to live. Relying on force to rule was not a long-term solution after all. Today there was the Atlan rebellion, tomorrow there would be an Atlan Green impeachment, and the day after tomorrow an Atlan Yellow uprising. How could he ever live a peaceful life?
Stopping the war was what Diana wanted. She didn't care who the king of Atlantis was, as long as he didn't mess with Paradise Island. As for the wine, it was prepared for Thor, to build a better relationship.
All parties benefited. After experiencing so much, Namor was no longer in the mood to fight for the throne and even felt a little world-weary. Diana got the results she wanted and learned that the man behind it all was Ares, the God of War.
"And prepare another pink dolphin," Alan almost forgot about Nanaue. He had kept talking about wanting a pink dolphin, so he decided to solve it all at once.
Now, they just had to wait for the battle in the clouds to end. If Ares won, then their agreement would be void.
Boom!
Rolling thunder swept across the sky. In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, and Thor, the God of Thunder, stood in the sky. His long, blond hair was stained with blood, and there were wounds on his face, still bleeding.
"Get out of here! If you run away in the middle of a fight, you're not a God of War. You should be the God of Running Away!" Thor looked around, but received no response.
It seemed the winner had been decided, and Thor was the better god.
"Hey, Goldilocks! I'll treat you to a drink!" Alan shouted toward the sky.
As soon as he heard that there was wine, Thor suddenly became energetic. He dropped fiercely in front of everyone and asked, "What kind of good wine can there be in the world? Asgard's wine is the best in the world."
"You'll know after you taste it." Alan had no idea whether the wine in Atlantis was any good. After all, he didn't drink; drinking was harmful to his health. He already had a brain problem. If he drank and caused trouble for his body, he would really have a whole host of problems.
Atlan ordered his guards to prepare the ransom, no longer having any illusions in his heart. At the beginning, Ares had come to him to cooperate, thinking of relying on the power of Atlantis to launch a war that would sweep the world, and then establish a world ruled by Atlantis, with the God of War as the only god they worshiped and recognized.
Now, it seemed that was undoubtedly a foolish dream.
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