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So Su Ming soon discovered that they seemed to have spaced out again....
???
What's going on, weren't they full of courage when they rushed in just now? Why are they suddenly standing still, all fidgety?
With their heads down, drawing circles with their toes, and fingers tangled together, they certainly don't look like they're drawing a Magic Array on the battlefield, do they?
He instructed Strangulation to smack them on the head, urging them to return to normal quickly.
It's exhausting, how did Master of the Dark Night used to take these women to the battlefield?
Eve, who had been hit on the head, came to her senses, indeed, now was not the time to think about such things, they were still on the battlefield.
She looked at the opening not far away where the Sea Trench Race kept pouring in and thought about how to get closer.
She wanted to connect the portal to the Shadow Plane with that opening.
But as it turned out, they just had to follow behind the Legendary Mercenary.
Seeing them return to normal, Su Ming shook his head slightly, don't overthink during a fight without a super brain.
He merely complained and then launched an assault in the direction of the opening.
Meanwhile, Blue Demon also came over; it made no sense for him to guard the entrance since everyone had already gone in, so he decided he'll be the rear guard.
In the murky water, he could only see a small area illuminated by the Trident, and among those waters, severed limbs occasionally floated past.
A brain with half an eyeball was splattered on his face, which he promptly wiped away with his hand.
He took a deep breath, and all he could still smell was sulfur; he used to hate the Curse of this uniform, but at that moment, he was somewhat grateful.
If not for that familiar sulfur smell, he'd probably have thrown up from being submerged in blood.
How many Fish-Men did Deathstroke kill in those short ten seconds? Two hundred or three hundred? He'd lost count and could only see that black-and-yellow figure constantly advancing.
Wherever it passed, it was like a storm had swept through.
The black and yellow Great Swords seemed to leave afterimages, and any Fish-Man who touched a bit of the shadow would instantly be missing some body parts.
These were nearly all fatal strikes, with Deathstroke's sword both fast and precise, meeting the Fish-Men with weapons even before the latter could get close.
Many Fish-Men appeared to be hurling themselves onto the weapons, receiving Deathstroke's strikes with their chests and heads.
Was this all calculated by Deathstroke?
Blue Demon became more terrified the more he observed, so he too eventually got distracted...
In the hall, as the Sea Trench Race began to thin out, conditions for setting up an Array became favorable, and Night Shadow immediately started to focus on taking action on the chaotic battlefield.
Su Ming and Blue Demon held ground by her side, slaying all Sea Trench Race that came near.
He wasn't the Sea King, while 'respect for the underwater races' meant nothing to him.
His habit was to have obstacles dead and gone, why bother keeping unpredictable factors like the Sea Trench Race alive, better to just eliminate them all.
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Actually, Su Ming knew that the Sea Trench Race was one of Atlantis's secret weapons, they weren't willing to destroy it.
As long as Poseidon's Trident was in hand, these underwater lunatics would follow commands without question, packing quite a destructive punch.
Don't let Su Ming's ease in killing them like he would mosquitoes fool you, he was a modified Deathstroke, the original old Deathstroke from the Main World wouldn't have had it this easy.
If the Sea Trench Race went up against ordinary humans, let alone anything else, except for the lack of transmissible capabilities, they were far superior to a zombie army.
The scales and skin on them were thick and slick enough to block bullets, their strength capable of matching ten ordinary people, driven by an endless appetite.
If you were the Ruler of a country with a super-soldier unit at your command, requiring no oversight as they lived like wild dogs, left to fend for themselves.
And at a critical moment, with a mere bone, you could direct them, ensuring your victory, would you destroy them over humanitarian principles?
Arthur had been here before, and indeed considered either treating or imprisoning the Sea Trench Race, but Mera had simply whisked him away. In her words, these were former Atlanteans, unfortunate and dangerous, they shouldn't be approached.
Arthur initially wanted to argue, but Mera pulled him away, simply stating, don't talk, just kiss me.
Mera intended to maintain a trump card for Atlantis, in case they ever turned against the Amazons or humans, retaining a strong army for the Sea Race.
In face of beauty, Arthur was easily swayed; as soon as Mera kissed him, he forgot everything.
They weren't married back then, but when your girlfriend is always right, and Mera's always smarter than him.
Arthur felt since they were once relatives, there was no need to bother them, seeing them like that, living in the Ocean Trench shouldn't pose any threat to the world?
So good man Arthur took heed of Mera's words, returned to land to drink and sleep, leaving this weapon, the Sea Trench Race, hidden in the depths of the sea.
Until Om obtained Poseidon's Trident and led the Sea Trench Race army to attack the land, causing massive human casualties instantaneously.
Arthur had no choice but to defeat Om, inherited the throne, and married Mera, which finally brought peace.
But Om was his brother, so Arthur couldn't bear to kill him, instead, the Sea Lord was imprisoned in Poseidonis's High Tower, chained by the Promethium Metal superchains sponsored by Batman.
As for the Sea Trench Race army, Mera wouldn't let him kill them, so he had to use the Trident to drive them back here.
This was the reason Arthur was reluctant to be the King of Seven Seas, it was really frustrating.
Almost regardless of what he said, it didn't count, it was all as his wife said, he was essentially a mascot on the throne, not happy at all.
Mera treated him well, but when it came to the nation's affairs, she became serious and stubborn, with a somewhat Atlantis-above-all mindset, not very interesting at all.
Humans have already charged out of Earth and into space, while Atlantis remains trapped underwater, the citizens unable to withstand ultraviolet light without Armor, where does the superiority come from?
Especially since Arthur had no education for a Ruler, he was a sailor, the son of a lighthouse keeper, with zero interest in the throne, his days were full of trivial matters.
For instance, in such a case, there was a resident named Belikaroltuva, who accidentally ate his neighbor Hunakarinos's fish, and Atlantis Court sentenced the former to compensate the latter with an identical fish.
Since he couldn't provide it, he came before the throne to appeal, seeing if he could compensate in another way.
Such was his responsibility as Sea King, the throne's judgment, the eternal sacred duty and right of the King.
Arthur couldn't skip it, otherwise, the whole country would know he was an indecisive ruler, even his mother's name would be tarnished.
Not to mention the complexity of the case, merely hearing those names gave Arthur a headache, isn't it just a fish? At the market, it only costs a few US Dollars for a bunch, can I just buy one for you?
The answer was...no, the King must make a fair judgment.
'The new fish, is not the same fish, and as fish, there are differences between one fish and another, you can't simply assume they're the same because they're of the same species, actually, what you think is the same fish is entirely different from before, by the way, the deceased fish even had a warm name, Slakuhudvasas...'
The Chief Judge earnestly lectured Arthur, speaking for several hours, ensuring the King understood the importance and seriousness of Atlantis's laws before finally releasing him.
Arthur didn't have any other thoughts, he simply wished to die.
He felt back then, being a King was far less agreeable than staying with the Justice League as a Superhero.
Going out fighting Little Rascals, or getting beaten by Big Baddies...
But he was happy!
When Batman said charge, he charged, when Diana said cut whoever, he cut whoever.
Afterward, everyone would have a meal, drink, and brag together, a million times more enjoyable than under the sea!
Can you smoke, drink, or perm your hair underwater? None of that.
His long hair with loose waves made him look wild and uninhibited, full of masculinity, but those weren't natural curls, rather the handiwork of a human hairdresser.
And as for the alcohol, he couldn't live without it; he loved nothing more than downing a bottle of strong liquor and then tossing the bottle aside, striding into the roaring waves, leaving Batman a manly silhouette.
So he passed the Crown to Mera, according to Atlantis laws, it was legal for the Queen to be Regent, a somewhat humane aspect of that damn law...
He took the Sea King's Trident back to the land, wanting to be with his Justice League friends and fight for greater goals.
In the meantime, to live happily.
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