"They're coming!"
The Senate became wary, his hopeful gaze watching the Amazonian warriors plunge into the sea one by one like dumplings.
His lips were already curled up high, completely unable to be suppressed. With just this one action, they had won eighty percent of the victory.
"Hahaha, you had a path to heaven but didn't take it, a gate to hell but insisted on entering! Warriors, beat the drowning dogs!"
The Senate was overjoyed, holding his trident and charging forward.
However, just as he had rushed a few tens of meters, he couldn't help but stop.
"Impossible! You… are you really Amazons?"
The imagined scene of constant splashing did not occur. The group of Amazonian warriors now resembled mermaids, the sea was like land to them. Their underwater mobility was even more skilled than that of Atlanteans.
At first glance, it seemed as if the Amazons were the true descendants of Atlantis.
"Oh no, could it be that Poseidon went berserk and ravaged Themyscira?" The Senate wanted to cry but had no tears.
This is unreasonable!
He was still in a daze and the other Atlanteans were also stunned for a long while, but the Amazons displayed astonishing speed. They were more agile and swift than on land, and powerful. Using the power of water, each one was like an underwater fighter jet, tearing through the water and directly plunging into the Atlantean formation.
They took down one Atlantean with each spear.
Sometimes they controlled the water currents to disperse dense enemy formations.
Even the great white sharks and sea dragons that were singing earlier suddenly attacked, striking their former masters with heavy blows.
Chaos, everything was in chaos!
Was I really wrong?
No, it's the world's fault!
The Senate's face was ferocious, he still had a chance. As long as the support from the other three kingdoms arrived, these mere Amazons would be like turtles in a jar.
"Hold steady, everyone hold steady, our reinforcements are coming soon!"
"Descendants of Poseidon, let these damned bastards see what it means to be children of the sea!"
"We are the spirits of the water!"
The Senate boosted morale to others through the army channel.
At the same time, he did not forget to issue orders to control five-person squad level combat units, attempting to mobilize each squad to act according to his commands.
As a master of micro-management, the Senate had been immersed in this for over a century, how rich was his experience?
However, precisely because of his coordination, at the moment the already chaotic army became even more disorganized, a large mass of floating seaweed suddenly grew thousands of times thicker and longer. The insignificant waterweed transformed into a deep-sea python, and in an instant, it coiled around the Senate, tightening its grip.
No matter how he struggled, he couldn't resist the might of the python, and in an instant, he was dragged into the seaweed forest, never to be seen again.
Strangely, because he no longer had the opportunity to control the army, the chaotic army actually regained some order. But no matter how brave the Atlanteans were, facing the Amazons, who were bolstered with many buffs, and Aaron's women, they were still struggling in vain.
Pamela's action was just the beginning.
Diana and Donna flew into the sky, the Lasso of Truth and the Lasso of Persuasion, enlarging and plunging into the sea, constantly stirring, creating two giant underwater tornadoes that completely dispersed the Atlantean army.
Anzu and Reika, wearing their God cloths, transformed into turrets, with streaks of brilliant golden light and purple light cutting through the sea, tearing apart one spaceship after another.
Especially Reika, wearing Hades's God cloth. She originally chose it because of its resurrection ability, but resurrection was merely its most basic ability.
The true primary ability of this God Cloth was Death, bestowing death upon others.
With a casual wave, she created a giant purple energy bomb hundreds of meters in diameter. With a gentle push, it evaporated millions of tons of seawater. All living beings within it were annihilated and died, with an efficiency that made her number one on the scene.
Reika's psychology was complex. She chose the Hades God Cloth because she wanted to save people. But why did saving people lead to killing their entire families?
"They are enemies. They want to destroy the peace of Themyscira and ruin everything Aaron has. They all deserve to die." Reika hypnotized herself like this.
Aaron glanced at her and found that Reika's mental state was quite good.
Perhaps having gone through the brutal selection of Gantz, she was not averse to killing, at least not showing any 'saintly' mercy towards these enemies. Her adaptability was particularly astonishing.
On the other hand, Anzu...
Aaron looked over.
She was wearing the Athena God Cloth. This cloth often served as a protected object among the Saints and rarely displayed the true power of a main god. But when Aaron first created this God Cloth, he didn't intend to create a fragile healer who only provided buffs.
Perhaps realizing that her enemy-elimination efficiency couldn't compare to the Hades God Cloth, Anzu changed her approach. She occasionally released a golden light beam, but more often, she was busy restoring the Amazons' injuries and empowering them.
Aaron watched for a while, then decided to properly discipline Anzu with a big stick after the battle to make her remember.
The Athena God Cloth is not a healer's outfit. Even a super-healer like Reika became the MVP of the entire battle, achieving godlike kills. What were you, a slightly smaller mid-tier healer, thinking?
Not enough output!
In this battle, Artemis and Circe's performances were remarkable.
The former was a close-combat warrior, inherently short-ranged, but her efficiency far exceeded that of ordinary Amazons.
Circe, on the other hand, often launched stealthy sneak attacks, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, maximizing her 'sneaky' attributes.
Aaron nodded with satisfaction at the sight.
Being sneaky is good. If he could, Aaron would also like to be sneaky for once, but his strength wouldn't allow it.
He thought about being sneaky in his heart, but his Super Brain told him to use Super Strength, and then he tore the enemy to shreds with one punch.
He was clearly the one with the true soul of a sneaky person, yet unknowingly, he had become the One-Punch Man type he most disliked.
Aaron sighed.
His gaze passed over Gwenpool, who was drawing comics and using the fourth wall to attack.
Then he looked towards Atlanna.
After the mysterious disappearance of the Senate, this Queen of Atlantis finally found an opportunity to persuade the leaderless 'guards' and forcefully took control of the other Senate members.
Subsequently, a rarely assertive Atlanna used water currents to transmit her voice, delivering the most helpless declaration in the most authoritative tone.
"By the name of the Queen of Atlantis, I declare that all Atlanteans immediately lay down their weapons and unconditionally surrender to Themyscira!"
Splash—
Despite Atlantis being unilaterally crushed, they still had not lost their will to fight.
When Atlanna's voice spread throughout the entire sea, a clamor erupted.
Are you crazy? We're in the thick of battle, and you're shouting to lay down weapons?
Even surrendering doesn't follow this procedure.
Who knows if the enemy is willing to accept surrender?
Atlanna's declaration only temporarily reduced the intensity of the war.
The truly decisive factor was Aaron.
He raised one hand, and the Amazon warriors stopped their sharp attacks in unison.
Diana and Donna also stopped their washing machine-like movements.
Circe flickered back to Aaron's side to guard him.
The two healers, one large and one small, stopped and withdrew the energy they were accumulating.
Only then did the Atlanteans sigh in relief, dropping their weapons and surrendering.
Atlanna visibly let out a long breath, "Warriors, you have all been deceived by the Senate. This should have been an avoidable war. We have no need to fight Themyscira!"
Atlanna was explaining but her explanation was largely irrelevant.
The Atlanteans did not stop the war because of her command, but because of Aaron's decree.
Atlanna suppressed the fear in her heart and came before Aaron, speaking uneasily, "Your Majesty Aaron, King of Themyscira..."
"No need for pleasantries. Get straight to the point. What price are you willing to pay for us to stop?"
Aaron didn't bother with Atlanna's idle talk. Even if she was a very beautiful woman, he wouldn't back down just because of her words.
Atlanna pursed her lips, still holding onto a sliver of hope. "Your Majesty, actually, we didn't want to..."
"Don't tell me again that you didn't want to start a war. I don't care what you thought, I only look at what you did. Unfortunately, you chose war, so we came."
Aaron interrupted Atlanna, asserting forcefully, "The fact that you can stand here is precisely because you didn't want to, so I am willing to give you another chance."
"Don't squander the opportunity I give you. It is very precious and concerns the survival of all Atlantis."
Atlanna suddenly realized.
Yes, it wasn't about what they wanted or didn't want now, but what they should do to appease the wrath of this God-King.
Atlanna was very conflicted. She didn't know what immense price she would have to pay to save Atlantis.
Even though the Amazons suffered no casualties, Atlantis had paid a huge price.
Regardless, they initiated this unjust war. Even if they ended up being the ones who paid the price, the nature of the war had not changed.
As Atlanna was struggling, a faint female voice suddenly sounded in her ear.
She subconsciously looked at Gwenpool, who, with only her eyes and mouth visible, gave her a kind smile, tinged with a hint of seduction.
Atlanna's face instantly flushed.
How could this be? She had resisted precisely because she didn't want to be forced into marriage.
But, if the other party was Aaron...
Atlanna looked deeply at Aaron. She should have hated this man who brought such great casualties to her people, yet she found that she was so... cheap.
Not only did she not resent him, but she even felt a fondness for him.
Aaron was so handsome, so domineering, so powerful... a little barbaric wouldn't matter, right?
No, how could I think that way? Am I inherently a 'cheap goods'?
No!!!
Atlanna was ashamed.
As if possessed, she waved away her army and stood firmly before Aaron.
"Spare Atlantis. I... I am yours."
Atlanna couldn't believe such pathetic words actually came from her mouth.
But now, she had to accept the fact that she was not a strong-willed woman, but a 'cheap' person.
Since that was the case, she would abandon her principles and face it openly.
—
The Royal Palace of Atlantis was quite luxurious. Even the large bed inside was exceptionally good.
White, soft, and big.
And the service attitude was also very impressive.
As soon as Aaron spoke, Atlanna would cooperate with all her might, to say she was at his beck and call would not be an exaggeration.
Overnight, Aaron tried three 'channels', and Atlanna gritted her teeth and cooperated immediately each time.
For this, Aaron gave a five-star rating.
Truly worthy of being the queen of an ancient kingdom. Her service awareness and attitude were top-notch.
Aaron let out a long breath and patted Atlanna's casually draped golden hair.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I supposed to do?
After these three philosophical questions, Aaron felt his consciousness gradually sublimate.
Everything seemed to become uninteresting.
He subconsciously acquired Atlanna's abilities.
[Power of the Sea King: Similar abilities detected and merged (Power of the Vanir, Marvel Poseidon's Power, Water Control, etc.). You have gained all power related to water. In the domain of water, your strength will increase by thirty percent.]
Just then, Pamela's soft voice sounded from outside the door,
"Dear, the leaders of the Xebel, Fishermen Kingdom, and Brine want to see Queen Atlanna."
Aaron snapped back to reality, his spirit instantly refreshed, and he regained his vigor. "Tell them to wait. Just say Atlanna is busy with important matters."
Pamela vaguely heard a gasp, followed by the sound of an orchestra.
Pamela sighed, "But their armies are outside."
"That old man, before he died, sent people to contact the three kingdoms for aid. Now they are coming fiercely."
Seemingly afraid Aaron would misunderstand, Pamela clarified, "My meaning is, should we keep them all here?"
She spoke very euphemistically, yet Atlanna, who was currently 'eating', gasped again.
"No... no!"
"Want to speak for them? Then you'll have to work hard."
"How about this? Let's start with a hundred. Not one less."
Pamela clearly felt the seawater becoming turbulent. She even smelled the salty scent, the scent of the sea.
"Truly the Queen of the Sea, merely a mental fluctuation can cause ocean waves."
Pamela sighed, listened for a while, then walked out with a blush on her face.