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Chapter 399: Piranacon
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Atlantis.
Orm, son of the Sea King, held the Trident that symbolized the Sea King's authority in his right hand and a dripping, bloody head in his left. The face on the head was twisted, filled with terror and indignation.
The aged Sea King could no longer speak, pointing a trembling finger at her son, who wore a cold smirk.
"How... how could you kill Namor!" the Old Sea King gasped, her eyes so wide they nearly bulged from their sockets.
Orm, son of the Sea King, had a face similar to a human's, perhaps even more handsome, but starting from his scalp, his skin was covered in a layer of some unknown substance.
The Sea King's Trident in his right hand emanated astonishing waves of magical power, whipping the vast ocean into a frenzy and sending it surging toward the surface world.
The Trident was a divine artifact of Atlantis, possessing the ability to control the oceans and the weather, but it had now been stolen by the ambitious and utterly disrespectful Orm.
"Mother, you've grown old." Orm let out a low laugh, baring his sharp teeth. His handsome face displayed his ambition and desire without any attempt to conceal them.
"You look down on me and favor Namor. I can understand that. But in your eyes, I'm not even comparable to that mongrel Arthur!"
"You would rather pass the throne to that mongrel Arthur, who has human blood flowing through his veins, than give it to me! Now that Namor is dead, I'll find Arthur next and kill him!" A violent hostility flared in Orm's eyes as he roared in a low voice.
In the magnificent royal palace, not a single guard came to the ruler's aid. It was terrifyingly quiet.
The Old Sea King closed her eyes in anguish and breathed her last. Her dying eyes revealed a deep sorrow, and tears streamed down her face.
It was over. Everything was over. Atlantis was doomed to meet its end.
This child, Orm... even if his strength was great, far greater than his peers, he was too young, too eager for quick success, and he viewed the surface dwellers as far too fragile! He was still just a naive child... He was a far cry from Namor and Arthur.
The Old Sea King had ruled Atlantis for many years and had been secretly monitoring the changes on the surface world. She had paid particular attention to that Sorcerer Supreme.
With such a terrifying and ruthless figure in the world, how could he possibly allow Orm to act so recklessly? Not only would Orm die, but all of Atlantis would be buried with him!
Hot tears streamed down uncontrollably. The Old Sea King wanted to wail, but she could no longer make a sound. Her fixed eyes lost their color, and filled with deep sorrow and regret, she died.
The moment the Trident was taken by Orm, the moment Namor was slain by Orm, everything had become irreversible.
Orm tightened his grip on the Trident and casually tossed Namor's head to the ground. He put on his helmet, leaving only his eyes, glinting with ambition, exposed.
The sorrow for the Old Sea King's passing lasted only for a moment before Orm cast it aside. Now, the throne was beckoning to him, and the entire surface world would soon be under his rule!
As for the resistance of the surface dwellers... oh, he had heard there were some powerhouses among them, but so what? Could they possibly compare to him, the wielder of the Trident?
Besides, Atlanteans were nobler and stronger than the surface dwellers. Wasn't that only natural? How could the weak surface dwellers possibly be a match for the armies of Atlantis?
This time, he would rule the entire Earth!
Paradise Island? Submit or die! Kamar-Taj? A bunch of charlatans. They can submit or die too!
Arrogant Orm, radical Orm. His understanding of the surface world was still stuck decades in the past.
...
The surface world was in for it, but those who had built bases on islands in the middle of the ocean were even more miserable.
Magneto, for example, was seething with rage.
For every meter the sea level rose, Magneto would raise his steel base by two. The members of the Brotherhood of Mutants waited quietly inside the steel base, their eyes gleaming fiercely.
The families of many mutants were here; their children lived here too. Anyone who wished to destroy all this would have to face their madness and rage.
Paradise Island was also affected, but thanks to the divine power barrier left behind by Zeus, they didn't have to worry about the rising waters. One by one, the Amazonian Warriors, filled with wrath, glared viciously at the waves outside.
Also filled with rage was Megatron, who had built the Decepticon base not far from the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean.
Megatron stood at the pinnacle of the base, his ten-meter-tall steel body standing firm like a mountain. The gloomy sky, the cracking lightning, and the pouring rain could not make him waver in the slightest.
In those eyes, which glowed with a terrifying red light, was nothing but fury and Killing Intent.
Being inexplicably swamped by a massive amount of seawater would make anyone angry!
Shockwave walked slowly out of the base. He set aside his current research and came outside, looking at the torrential downpour, a storm the likes of which hadn't been seen in a century. A single, cannon-like eye glowing with red light took up most of the front of his head.
【Name: Shockwave (Singularity's Favor)】
【Affiliation: Decepticons】
【Chassis: Type III (Healthy)】
【Height: 12 meters】
【Energy: 93,000/93,000 (Abundant)】
【Spark: Active (Good)】
...
Shockwave, a full head taller than the imposing Megatron, was connected to a nuclear reactor behind him that supplied him with low-efficiency energy, serving to somewhat compensate for his astonishingly high energy consumption.
"Sir, Wanda has ordered us to attack Atlantis. Shall we proceed?" Shockwave asked in a low voice.
"And why not? If those small fry are eager to die, we should oblige them."
Megatron's malicious laughter rang out.
This battle would also be the one to make the Decepticons' name known, a battle that would shake the entire world.
Shockwave stood there indifferently, watching the frantically rising seawater, his thoughts unknown.
His world was actually quite simple. Obey. It was enough to simply obey. If Primus was present, he would obey Primus. In Primus's absence, he obeyed Megatron.
On this steel island, a large number of Transformers were emerging from the base. Having just awakened from their incubation chambers, they were frantically transforming and stacking together to form a steel wall to block the encroaching seawater. The higher the waves, the higher the wall they assembled grew.
In the water, numerous Decepticon grunts were patrolling.
But ordinary warriors were indeed not adept at naval combat.
However, among their Decepticons, one just so happened to be an expert at naval combat.
"Stay level-headed, avoid rash actions. That's your favorite saying. So, I'm leaving it to you this time. Don't disappoint me."
Megatron stood perfectly still, admiring the rare spectacle. He also wanted to take this opportunity to witness Shockwave's capabilities firsthand.
As for the outcome of the war? Hehehe... he wasn't worried at all, because their multiple bases across Earth could mass-produce troops at a moment's notice...
Shockwave nodded silently and turned to leave. A series of commands were issued, and those beings hidden deep within the base began to move for the very first time.
"Hehehe, how lucky. The very first battle is naval combat, my specialty."
Crimson eyes lit up as a tall figure emerged from the darkness. He greedily took a breath of air and turned to roar, "You guys who are still in mass production, don't you dare hold me back when the time comes!"
Behind him, five figures of various shapes and sizes emerged from the shadows. Behind each of them, identical figures marched out in neat rows from the incubation chambers.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Atlantis.
Orm, son of the Sea King, held the Trident that symbolized the Sea King's authority in his right hand and a dripping, bloody head in his left. The face on the head was twisted, filled with terror and indignation.
The aged Sea King could no longer speak, pointing a trembling finger at her son, who wore a cold smirk.
"How... how could you kill Namor!" the Old Sea King gasped, her eyes so wide they nearly bulged from their sockets.
Orm, son of the Sea King, had a face similar to a human's, perhaps even more handsome, but starting from his scalp, his skin was covered in a layer of some unknown substance.
The Sea King's Trident in his right hand emanated astonishing waves of magical power, whipping the vast ocean into a frenzy and sending it surging toward the surface world.
The Trident was a divine artifact of Atlantis, possessing the ability to control the oceans and the weather, but it had now been stolen by the ambitious and utterly disrespectful Orm.
"Mother, you've grown old." Orm let out a low laugh, baring his sharp teeth. His handsome face displayed his ambition and desire without any attempt to conceal them.
"You look down on me and favor Namor. I can understand that. But in your eyes, I'm not even comparable to that mongrel Arthur!"
"You would rather pass the throne to that mongrel Arthur, who has human blood flowing through his veins, than give it to me! Now that Namor is dead, I'll find Arthur next and kill him!" A violent hostility flared in Orm's eyes as he roared in a low voice.
In the magnificent royal palace, not a single guard came to the ruler's aid. It was terrifyingly quiet.
The Old Sea King closed her eyes in anguish and breathed her last. Her dying eyes revealed a deep sorrow, and tears streamed down her face.
It was over. Everything was over. Atlantis was doomed to meet its end.
This child, Orm... even if his strength was great, far greater than his peers, he was too young, too eager for quick success, and he viewed the surface dwellers as far too fragile! He was still just a naive child... He was a far cry from Namor and Arthur.
The Old Sea King had ruled Atlantis for many years and had been secretly monitoring the changes on the surface world. She had paid particular attention to that Sorcerer Supreme.
With such a terrifying and ruthless figure in the world, how could he possibly allow Orm to act so recklessly? Not only would Orm die, but all of Atlantis would be buried with him!
Hot tears streamed down uncontrollably. The Old Sea King wanted to wail, but she could no longer make a sound. Her fixed eyes lost their color, and filled with deep sorrow and regret, she died.
The moment the Trident was taken by Orm, the moment Namor was slain by Orm, everything had become irreversible.
Orm tightened his grip on the Trident and casually tossed Namor's head to the ground. He put on his helmet, leaving only his eyes, glinting with ambition, exposed.
The sorrow for the Old Sea King's passing lasted only for a moment before Orm cast it aside. Now, the throne was beckoning to him, and the entire surface world would soon be under his rule!
As for the resistance of the surface dwellers... oh, he had heard there were some powerhouses among them, but so what? Could they possibly compare to him, the wielder of the Trident?
Besides, Atlanteans were nobler and stronger than the surface dwellers. Wasn't that only natural? How could the weak surface dwellers possibly be a match for the armies of Atlantis?
This time, he would rule the entire Earth!
Paradise Island? Submit or die! Kamar-Taj? A bunch of charlatans. They can submit or die too!
Arrogant Orm, radical Orm. His understanding of the surface world was still stuck decades in the past.
...
The surface world was in for it, but those who had built bases on islands in the middle of the ocean were even more miserable.
Magneto, for example, was seething with rage.
For every meter the sea level rose, Magneto would raise his steel base by two. The members of the Brotherhood of Mutants waited quietly inside the steel base, their eyes gleaming fiercely.
The families of many mutants were here; their children lived here too. Anyone who wished to destroy all this would have to face their madness and rage.
Paradise Island was also affected, but thanks to the divine power barrier left behind by Zeus, they didn't have to worry about the rising waters. One by one, the Amazonian Warriors, filled with wrath, glared viciously at the waves outside.
Also filled with rage was Megatron, who had built the Decepticon base not far from the west coast of the Atlantic Ocean.
Megatron stood at the pinnacle of the base, his ten-meter-tall steel body standing firm like a mountain. The gloomy sky, the cracking lightning, and the pouring rain could not make him waver in the slightest.
In those eyes, which glowed with a terrifying red light, was nothing but fury and Killing Intent.
Being inexplicably swamped by a massive amount of seawater would make anyone angry!
Shockwave walked slowly out of the base. He set aside his current research and came outside, looking at the torrential downpour, a storm the likes of which hadn't been seen in a century. A single, cannon-like eye glowing with red light took up most of the front of his head.
【Name: Shockwave (Singularity's Favor)】
【Affiliation: Decepticons】
【Chassis: Type III (Healthy)】
【Height: 12 meters】
【Energy: 93,000/93,000 (Abundant)】
【Spark: Active (Good)】
...
Shockwave, a full head taller than the imposing Megatron, was connected to a nuclear reactor behind him that supplied him with low-efficiency energy, serving to somewhat compensate for his astonishingly high energy consumption.
"Sir, Wanda has ordered us to attack Atlantis. Shall we proceed?" Shockwave asked in a low voice.
"And why not? If those small fry are eager to die, we should oblige them."
Megatron's malicious laughter rang out.
This battle would also be the one to make the Decepticons' name known, a battle that would shake the entire world.
Shockwave stood there indifferently, watching the frantically rising seawater, his thoughts unknown.
His world was actually quite simple. Obey. It was enough to simply obey. If Primus was present, he would obey Primus. In Primus's absence, he obeyed Megatron.
On this steel island, a large number of Transformers were emerging from the base. Having just awakened from their incubation chambers, they were frantically transforming and stacking together to form a steel wall to block the encroaching seawater. The higher the waves, the higher the wall they assembled grew.
In the water, numerous Decepticon grunts were patrolling.
But ordinary warriors were indeed not adept at naval combat.
However, among their Decepticons, one just so happened to be an expert at naval combat.
"Stay level-headed, avoid rash actions. That's your favorite saying. So, I'm leaving it to you this time. Don't disappoint me."
Megatron stood perfectly still, admiring the rare spectacle. He also wanted to take this opportunity to witness Shockwave's capabilities firsthand.
As for the outcome of the war? Hehehe... he wasn't worried at all, because their multiple bases across Earth could mass-produce troops at a moment's notice...
Shockwave nodded silently and turned to leave. A series of commands were issued, and those beings hidden deep within the base began to move for the very first time.
"Hehehe, how lucky. The very first battle is naval combat, my specialty."
Crimson eyes lit up as a tall figure emerged from the darkness. He greedily took a breath of air and turned to roar, "You guys who are still in mass production, don't you dare hold me back when the time comes!"
Behind him, five figures of various shapes and sizes emerged from the shadows. Behind each of them, identical figures marched out in neat rows from the incubation chambers.
(end of chapter)
