C161 - 157 Mirror Dimension, Body Double.
The black sedan pulled slowly into the center of Greenwich Village and stopped in front of a three-story building.
"Here we are. "
The young driver, dressed in a straight military uniform, respectfully pulled open the car door.
Luke, who was leaning in the back seat, nodded and stepped out of the car.
His eyes fell on the door sign; then, he tilted his head to look at the round window at the top.
"This is it. "
Luke smiled at the corners of his mouth as he made sure he didn't find the wrong place.
The house in front of him is the New York Sanctum.
This is one of the three-time and space points that have been created around the world.
Many masters on the North American continent are unaware of the existence of the Sanctum.
'Will you stop avoiding me this time?'
Luke's eyes flashed as he thought to himself.
A month after his arrival in this world, he tried to find the New York Sanctum.
At that time, the plug-in wasn't activated yet, and when he learned that he was in a Marvel set, he was filled with a sense of insecurity.
As a traveler, in a sense, a space-time stowaway.
Luke took the risk of approaching a secret Sanctum in New York's Greenwich Village.
Thinking that he might be gifted, Sorcerer Supreme might take him in and accept him as a disciple.
From then on, the life path of becoming a legendary master begins.
Unfortunately, Luke went to Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village for more than a month without finding the house with the number 177A.
Obviously, the Sorcerer Supreme didn't take a fancy to him.
This cruel fact also depressed Luke for quite a while.
New York Sanctum is a magical building, and its location wouldn't change.
But whether he could find it or not depended on fate.
For example, the future of Doctor Strange.
After just a quick trip to Kathmandu, he was brought to the peak of his life by Mordo, a disciple of the Sorcerer Supreme, who brought him to Karma Taj.
Luke insisted on going to Bleecker Street every day to sign in like clockwork, but he got nothing.
His abnormal behavior even made Rogers and Bucky suspicious.
His best friends thought he had ended his life as a single dog behind their backs and fell into the warm and charming embrace of a young girl.
"The Ancient One has been waiting inside. "
The moment Luke got out of the car, the closed doors of the New York Sanctum suddenly opened.
Space appeared like a folded and interlaced mirror, presenting a mysterious and complex scene of wonder.
A dark-skinned, vintage-robed master came out with a placid smile.
"Major General Sir, please come in. "
He was quite friendly and invited with a slight bow.
Luke gently nodded his head without the slightest hesitation and stepped directly into the door.
After the last long talk with the Sorcerer Supreme, the two reached a preliminary consensus on cooperation.
The only thing lacking was probably Kang the Conqueror, who hadn't emerged yet.
"Major General Sir, I hope you don't mind. The Ancient One said she didn't want outsiders to enter the Sanctum. "
Luke stood at the door and looked along the black master's line of sight.
The young driver who wanted to keep up with him seemed to be caught in a cycle of time.
He kept repeating the actions of closing the door and stepping on the steps.
It was as if someone had intercepted a period and plunged him into it.
"I understand. "
Luke glanced away; the Sorcerer Supreme was a true master at playing with time.
The scene presented to the young driver was much more complicated than a temporal suspension.
The facts that have occurred are intercepted and extracted from the stream of time.
As long as you are caught within it, you can't get out.
As long as you were below the level of the Allfather, you might not even notice it.
Luke wasn't surprised.
The first Sorcerer Supreme, Agamotto, held the Time Stone for a long time and sealed it in a special vessel, applying countless spells for protection and acting as a magic weapon.
Since then, the Ancient One, who had taken over the position, had the 'Eye of Agamotto' and often played around with it.
Manipulating time branches and conducting temporal suspension were trivial to her.
'Even if Sorcerer Supreme has the Mirror Dimension, dealing with my speed and anti-magic substitute, it wouldn't be easy. '
Luke entered the main door while playfully and silently and surveyed the interior layout of the Sanctum.
On the first floor were a living room and library.
Several masters dressed in vintage robes, holding several heavy books, hurried past.
They either look down and contemplate or frown.
Thud!
A loud noise.
A few gray-headed and strong figures walked out.
Each was clad in armor and carried heavy weapons such as axes and shackles.
"Is this also a ... master?"
Luke asked, tilting his head sideways.
"Recently, the hell dimension hasn't been very peaceful. They are all members of the Order of the Holy Knights, specializing in the destruction of inferior demons that have infiltrated the main universe. "
The black master explained.
"Karma Taj has a long-standing relationship with both secular hermitages and religious institutions. "
Luke showed a look of understanding.
To put it more bluntly, they treat the Knights and the Church as tools.
He followed the black masters up to the second floor, the living area with many guest rooms.
It is worth mentioning that the walls are covered with gateway windows to the rest of the world.
They show different scenes such as dense forests, mountains, and the sea, and there was also a brightly lit rotating mechanism next to them.
Continuing on.
The third floor is the most important area of the Sanctum.
It is used for placing and arranging magical items and meditation.
Luke followed the black master and entered.
It was reasonable to say that he, an outsider, wasn't qualified to step in.
It's just that the Ancient One always didn't care about the small things, a stark contrast to the old-fashioned, strict Agamotto.
Along the way, Luke saw many magic weapons that he thought were familiar.
The most conspicuous thing is the Cloak of Levitation displayed in the glass cabinet.
Doctor Strange's signature gear!
"They are all here waiting for their preordained master. "
The Ancient One, dressed in a new look, wearing white robes, was standing in a circular window.
"Then it looks like I'm not the one they're waiting for. "
Luke said with some regret.
He also wanted to go along with some magic items.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s 'Invasion' team only had Superman and Captain America right now.
Perhaps Howard can be made into a Master of the Mystic Arts and upgrade his path to imitate the unborn Doctor Doom, who was directly involved in the practice of science and magic.
Master of the Mystic Arts!
Output meat shield!
Helpful for attracting hateful attention!
"Major General, shouldn't you be in the front line when the war between Atlantis and the land world is about to start?"
The Ancient One smiled faintly.
"As you can see, the New York Sanctum is of little help. The hell dimension is invading, and we must focus on maintaining the temporal nodes. "
Luke shook his head; it never occurred to him that he should ask the Sorcerer Supreme to step in, to stop the crisis.
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The position of Kamar Taj and the Sorcerer Supreme had been clear from the beginning.
Unless Atlantis intended to blow up the earth, expecting the Ancient One to take the initiative to help was a pipe dream.
They have never considered the human world. If not for that, the Chitauri fleet wouldn't have invaded New York at all.
The moment the portal opens, the Sorcerer Supreme could have sent the first wave of troops away easily.
As for Loki's schemes and tricks, in front of the Ancient One, who has seen the official spoilers, it simply looked like a flawed and clumsy magic show.
"Ancient One, I visited the Sanctum today, just to show you how a large, well-prepared organization can cope with a serious crisis. "
Luke walked to the round window and said confidently.
In the Sanctum, there were a series of protective measures to ensure internal security.
For example, magic spells and magic traps were especially used to guard against possible intruders.
In addition, the building has an ultimate barrier, the circular window with four streamlines in front of Luke!
It's called 'Window of the Worlds,' and it is a powerful seal imposed by the Vishanti.
It's very strong and can protect the Sanctum from the ravages of supernatural forces and dark creatures.
Therefore, the Sorcerer Supreme often stood here and observed the changes of the world.
"Major General, you still want to convince me to prove that as long as you are prepared in advance, you can nip all the crises in the bud?"
The Ancient One shook her head and smiled, clearly not thinking that Luke could do it.
In addition to having a strong body, a master must also have a firm will.
Otherwise, the cost of casting spells and the attraction of the dark dimension would drag them into the infinite abyss sooner or later.
As the strongest among masters, how can the Ancient One be easily persuaded to change her mind?
"I have held the Eye of Agamotto for so many years, and I have witnessed the changes of the world, traveled in the long river of time and space, and experienced countless terrible wars. "
She said flatly, but in her tone, she showed great confidence.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, Asgard and the Dark Elves competed for the throne of the Nine Realms."
"Thousands of years ago, Odin and his daughter Hela blew the horn of war and jointly led the Valkyrie Legion to open up territory and conquer the world. "
"Looking back, the decisive battle between Asgardians and the Frost Giant started in Tønsberg, Norway."
"..."
The Ancient One, standing in front of the 'Window of the Worlds,' looked at Luke, who kept his smile unchanged, and whispered, "This is why I was indifferent to the world war and Atlantis. "
"A long time will wear away one's inner feelings. For me, life is like an endless, limitless cage that locks me in."
The Ancient One sighed, and her words revealed a sense of worldly weariness.
Like an old social worker who works overtime all the time and desperately wants to retire,
It was no wonder that later, she quickly transferred the seat of the Sorcerer Supreme to Doctor Strange.
Then he left earth by astral projection and ran to one of the five gods, the eternal big guy.
"The rich experience that exists deep in my memory has taught me that it is impossible to nip all dangers in the bud before they occur. When you eliminate a variable, it's likely to cause an even worse backlash."
The Ancient One concluded.
She disagreed with Luke's theory.
And she thought of the other's real thoughts.
If he can unite with Kamar Taj, he can deepen his connection with the world.
Even further, let Temple of the Three cooperate with S.H.I.E.L.D, led by Luke.
Then the young General's position will be strengthened again.
To put it bluntly, Luke wanted to seize power and tie the masters of the art camp firmly to his boat.
The Ancient One, who is accustomed to the big storm, didn't reject this practice.
But she won't accept it without good reason.
"There is no absolute truth."
Luke wasn't annoyed at the denial from the Sorcerer Supreme but smiled, "I would like to invite Ancient One to see a wonderful performance to test my theory. "
"This war about Atlantis?"
The Ancient One frowned and asked.
"Don't you intend to participate?"
Without Superman, the land world will have little chance of winning against the gradual landing of Atlantis.
"At least I won't be needed until the show is over. "
Luke replied meaningfully.
He had prepared everything.
"Major General, you seem confident. I have to admit that it aroused my interest in the direction of this war."
The Ancient One's eyes raised a bit of doubt. Since Luke created many branches of time, the world has become strange and novel to her.
But even if it were difficult to look into the future changes, when you think about it, if Superman didn't come out, Atlantis would have won without a doubt.
"So, want to make a bet?"
Luke's mouth turned up like a dealer in a casino, and he spoke with an enchanting tone, "I promise I won't make a move until Namor is pissed off and ready to die together. "
"What's the bet?"
The Ancient One asked with great interest.
"The opportunity to learn. "
Luke said with a sincere face, "In fact, I have always had a dream of becoming a master of the arts in my heart. "
The Ancient One smiled in dismay as she took two steps back and looked at her opponent several times.
"Only from the physical point of view, you have the basic qualities of a master. "
Upon hearing this sentence, Luke felt a strong desire to spit.
Why is the basic quality of a master judged by whether his physique was strong enough?
Is it really full of berserkers?
"As for the affinity of natural elements and the talent of magic ..."
The Ancient One paused, showing a strange expression.
"I didn't take the initiative to see you when you were wandering around at the entrance of the New York Sanctum because you were a blank sheet of paper at that time. Your absorption of natural energy and magic elements was almost zero. "
"To put it bluntly, you were totally unfit to be a master. However --"
"I have seen many geniuses, including talented people like Merlin. And now you could undoubtedly become one of them. "
"Frankly speaking, if I didn't have a better candidate, I might choose you as the successor of the next Sorcerer Supreme. "
Luke was a little surprised. Superdemon's template that strong?
Directly from rookie to magic genius?
But to replace the Sorcerer Supreme, forget it...
He knew that every once in a while, the Vishanti trinity would hold a Sorcerer Supreme battle.
In layman's terms, a battle royale.
All participants are locked in a small space, competing with each other with intelligence and personal strength, with no restrictions on the use of items and contracts.
The person who could persist until the end and wasn't eliminated could win the honorary title of Sorcerer Supreme.
This was a multi-dimensional and lively event!
Later, the Ancient One continued to be the winner of the Sorcerer Supreme contest for 22 consecutive years, causing the devils and demons of the hell dimension not even to bother to take the time to place their bets.
As time went by, this multi-dimensional 'World Cup' cooled down.
Luke knew very well that there was a price to pay for the casting spells in the Marvel world, and Sorcerer Supreme is bound to pay it as usual.
What good can come from borrowing from loan sharks?
He doesn't want to be chased by a gang of dimensional demons on his doorstep every day.
Why is Doctor Strange called the 'Kidney Deficiency Master' in Asia?
Because he always loses his strength.
When he's strong, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Ancient One; when he was weak, he couldn't even beat the Devil.
Moreover, the long-term use of magic caused Strange to suffer from severe gastric ulcers, kidney calculi, and other diseases.
Even though he is an excellent doctor, there is still nothing he can do about the stubborn disease caused by magic.
"Haha, how can I take on this great responsibility? "
Luke politely indicated that he didn't want the job and let the dedicated Doctor Strange take up his post.
"Well, if you really have no interest in being the Sorcerer Supreme. "
The Ancient One had some regrets.
If the young Major General had less desire for power and less pursuit of strength, he would definitely become a qualified Sorcerer Supreme.
Alas, it seems that her retirement should be postponed.
"If you want to enter Kamar Taj to learn, no problem! The magic door is always open, and no one would be turned away. "
The Ancient One nodded her head and said so.
"Now, Major General, what kind of a show are you going to let me enjoy?"
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"Ancient One, let's focus on Boston first."
Luke made an enigmatic and mysterious face, like a magician who sets the show's mood before going on stage.
Instead of directly performing a magic trick, the audience's curiosity was aroused through words.
Only when their attention was fully attracted would he use a quick-hand technique to accomplish his purpose, thus achieving visual deception.
"Major General Cavill, you're really an interesting person."
The Ancient One mouth hooked up into a smile. Even a cunning and ever-changing devil-like Mephisto could have a hard time deceiving her eyes.
"In that case, I'll wait and see."
Without any special movements from the Sorcerer Supreme, the round window with four streamlines glowed brightly within a few moments.
The 'Window of the Worlds,' Seal of the Vishanti, is extracting the enormous energy of the dimensional space with impunity, spinning like a whirlpool.
After a few seconds, a realistic and clear picture is projected from it.
Boom!
In the scene, a 'Sherman' medium tank was hit by Atlantis' high-pressure water cannon and was instantly destroyed!
The blazing fire and deafening explosion made people feel like they had returned to World War II.
The landing party from Atlantis has broken through the port and is approaching the streets of the city.
"Is this the show you wanted to see, Major General?"
The Ancient One frowned slightly and stared at the image of the battlefield projected from the 'Window of the Worlds.'
The mechanized troops sent by the U.S. Army collide with Atlantis' Orca Corps in the city streets.
Like two raging torrents, they collided with each other.
Tanks, armored vehicles, bombers against marine knights, high-pressure water cannon, moving fortress.
The human army of the land world, and the Atlanteans of the underwater civilization.
Gunfire roared and shook the earth.
"On the human side, things don't look good."
After watching quietly for a while, the Ancient One made her judgment.
The Orca Corps of Atlantis were a primitive tribe riding on sea creatures and carrying cold weapons.
Behind them, small movable fortresses are lined up, with powerful high-pressure water cannons firing intensely, like a rain of lasers, intertwining into a great net of death.
In the face of such a fierce attack, the tanks rumbling along the streets were constantly losing troops, and the defensive line was gradually moving back.
Air bombers whizzed past and dropped bombs, but they only played a role of interference to a certain extent and couldn't stop each other from advancing.
Those small movable fortresses, which move slowly, were equipped with a thin water film-like barrier that could resist the shock waves from the explosion.
The Orca Corps, like medieval knights, rose to charge, fully demonstrating how to use cold weapons to crush hot weapons.
Large marine creatures trample on the hard ground, directly knocking down troops that were scattered in combat.
The Atlantean sitting on top, holding a long, sharp lance, stabbed straight through the chest of a soldier, ignoring his body's bulletproof vest made of aluminum alloy and high-density nylon.
When hitting the other side's metal armor, the bullets from the Thompson's submachine gun only spattered a few stars but couldn't even break the defense.
Less than 10 minutes after landing, Atlantis showed overwhelming absolute superiority.
Unless the U.S. military could drive out the initial fleet that had landed, they could only leave this leak unplugged and drown them later.
Otherwise, it's basically impossible to resist these blue-skinned undersea people.
"I don't think so. Master Ancient One might as well be more patient."
Luke's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes were fixed on the tiny figure stepping into the battlefield.
"Captain America has just entered the game."
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"Captain, where's Superman?"
When Rogers appeared, a senior officer sitting in an armored vehicle and giving orders with a field communicator asked loudly.
To them, Superman is an invincible legendary hero.
It was said that even the King of Atlantis suffered a disastrous defeat.
The battle in the Atlantic waters and the photos of him pushing carriers had long been circulated.
As long as Superman arrived, these blue-skinned underwater people would definitely be beaten and flee!
"Not only Boston, New York, and Philadelphia are also facing an uphill battle."
Rogers held his metal shield and whispered, "Luke won't show up. He has more important things to do."
"That's why I will take over the battlefield!"
Captain America paid no attention to the skeptical looks from the officer.
He promised Luke that he would hold off Atlantis' landing party and buy enough time for Howard.
"We don't have much time to chat now. Colonel, gather all the troops! I'll open a path for you!"
Rogers glanced at his opponent's shoulder patch and spoke commandingly.
"Follow me! We can win!"
Captain America's determined eyes and stoic attitude seemed to have infected the Colonel as well.
He gave a military salute, then rushed into the armored car, gripped his communicator, and shouted, "Concentrate your forces around the second block at the harbor! We're going to launch a counterattack!! Led by Captain America!"
Rogers nodded in satisfaction, sank his legs slightly, and leaped up with force, like a long-stored cannonball, smashing into the middle of the battlefield!
After following Luke for so long, the only thing he learned was to act as a banner in times of war!
As long as he didn't fall, retreat or surrender, the soldiers would come forward one after another.
"That's Captain America! I bought his comics!"
"I know! He's Superman's war buddy!"
"Fuck these underwater people!"
"..."
Seeing Rogers enter the center of the battlefield in such a high-profile manner, the morale of the American side was boosted.
"Land dwellers ... Let me send you off to see the God of the Sea."
An Orca warrior riding on a sea creature launched a furious charge and pierced the air with the spear he held in his right hand.
There was contempt in his eyes, and he was confident that he could smash the other's heads in!
Dong!
The lance, which is strong enough to pierce steel, hit the round shield that Rogers had raised.
This Orca Corps soldier was confused. He was obviously aiming toward the other party's head!
Before he could react, the quick charge was interrupted.
Even if the sea creature was large, it couldn't break through as if it encountered a brick wall!
Unable to stop under the strong momentum, the four-legged sea creature stumbled and toppled over on its side.
Boom! It slammed to the ground!
Cracks bloomed. Dust went flying!
"I'm sorry, but let me send 'you' to the God of the Sea."
Rogers learned his lesson from that day in Paris and put away some of his unnecessary kindness on the battlefield.
With one hand, he carried the Orca soldier, who was over 2 meters high, and threw him as if he was a discus.
Snap!
The metal armor blocking the bullets was dented, and a large amount of blue liquid was dripping out of it.
"I will protect this city!"
Rogers strode forward, his eyes glowing with light.
Boom, boom, boom!
The whole street seemed to be filled with gunpowder barrels. There were explosions!
The steadily advancing small movable fortress was shot straight through its barrier.
Like those abandoned tanks, they became a mass of steel wreckage.
Seemingly sensing the pressure from Captain America, heavy rain of high-pressure water cannons came down on him.
However, relying on the vibranium shield, no matter how fierce the firepower, they weren't deadly threats to Rogers.
He knocked down an Orca Corps soldier and grabbed a sharp pike that fell to the ground.
Boom!
The air was filled with a dull burst!
Like lightning, the pike skewered the few warriors who came charging in like crayfish.
"Land dwelled ... who are you?"
The stronger, darker-skinned leader asked in horror.
They never knew that there were such strong people among the land dwellers who were weak and technologically backward.
"I'm just a super-soldier passing by."
Rogers threw his shield and knocked him down.
In both eyes, a ball of lightning once again glowed.
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"Frankly speaking, Steve Rogers shouldn't be that strong."
The Ancient One looked at the image projected by the 'Window of the Worlds' and couldn't help showing a curious look.
"More specifically, he shouldn't even be in Boston and shouldn't be active at this point -- you have changed Captain America's future, Major General."
In countless timelines, Captain America, Steve Rogers, would be frozen and sleep for 70 years.
This was a thing that was destined to happen and couldn't be changed.
Luke pretended to be ignorant and asked, "How should Rogers live his original life?"
'Just having a good long sleep?'
But he didn't say the second part of the sentence out loud.
"Compared with the rest of the influence you bring, Major General, a single Captain America is nothing much."
The Ancient One didn't bother to poke at the other's poor acting, speaking casually, and continued to look at the battlefield in Boston.
The end was no longer uncertain!
Like a human battleship, the transformed Captain American rammed through with the vibranium shield and carved out a passage.
The high-pressure water cannon and the Orca Corps couldn't stop him!
Captain America, who has been quietly following Superman's lead and whose light has been overshadowed, finally got a chance to do his part.
The U.S. military, which fell into a disadvantage, closed its ranks and launched a counterattack.
Tanks, armored vehicles, and bombers went into battle, taking turns to start pumping out their firepower.
In the meantime, they defeated Atlantis' Orca Corps.
If nothing happened, the landing would probably end in the defeat of the marine civilization.
"Atlantis' strength is more than that. Namor and the Hellfire Club haven't made a move yet."
The Ancient One looked away and seemed to remind him, "There aren't many troops attacking Boston, only one Orca regiment. New York is their main battlefield."
"A great show is always divided into several acts, and the first one has just ended."
Luke shrugged his shoulders, indicating that the Sorcerer Supreme didn't have to worry.
"Let's focus on Philadelphia and see how the situation is over there."
The Ancient One nodded, anticipating the kind of answer her opponent would deliver.
She had to say; this Major General always gave people unexpected extra surprises.
The 'Window of the Worlds' radiated light as the projected image gradually changed.
Before long, the situation on another battlefield came into view.
Boom!
It's like a stunt at the beginning of a movie.
Luke's eyes followed a bomb dropped by a bomber.
The lump of iron fell violently from a high altitude, trailing a long, shrill sound.
A "bang" burst out in a blinding fire.
The air billowed, and shrapnel flew!
The one attacking Philadelphia was the Seahorse Corps from Atlantis.
They weren't as tall and strong as the Orca tribe, and they were all about the same size as normal humans.
What's stranger was that these people had no feet, couldn't walk upright on land, and could only stay inside shuttle boats.
"The Seahorse tribe is one of the more devolved lineages in Atlantis. Due to years of living under the sea, they have reverted to the ancestral phenomenon, with their legs degenerating into dorsal and caudal fins, in exchange for a more flexible body and the gift of communicating with sea animals."
As the strongest among masters, the Ancient One wasn't only powerful but also knowledgeable.
Her knowledge of Atlantis' past is no less than Luke's.
In terms of details, it may even win.
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be planning to put mutants into this battlefield."
The Ancient One said softly after she pondered for a moment.
"However, they may not be able to deal with the Seahorse soldiers hiding in the flying boat. Unlike the Orca Corps, they don't rely on primitive cold weapons to fight."
"In the face of heavy firepower and fleet volley, what could the mutants do?"
Luke glanced at the Sorcerer Supreme, who had planted the red flag in advance, and smiled without saying anything.
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"Jimmy! Let's play a killing game, shall we? Let's see who gets the most kills!"
Sabretooth, who got off the helicopter, said with great interest, "I heard that Atlanteans bleed blue. I can't wait to see for myself."
He retained the brutal nature of a fierce beast in his bones and was eager to fight and slaughter.
Although, when Luke subdued him and reached an agreement, his temperament became much more docile...
But as long as he set foot on the battlefield and participated in the battle, the ruthless and tyrannical emotions would still surge up and engulf his mind.
"Not interested."
Wolverine indifferently rejected his older brother.
With a thick cigar in his mouth, his eyes glance back from time to time, glancing in the direction of Kayla, the Silver Fox.
Sabretooth discovered this and was rather annoyed, muttering, "Women are just playthings to vent desires. Jimmy, don't get emotionally involved; it will make you weak!"
"Only us brothers could trust each other! Only I would accompany you to the end of your life!"
Sabretooth, the grumpy older brother, actually had a 'brother-complex' in his heart and always wanted to be with his brother.
However, Wolverine ignored these words. All he could think about was getting rid of the idea of being single. Silver Fox, who was in the same team, was very good.
The person is gentle and always calms him, unlike any woman he had ever met before.
That's right!
Wolverine, with heavy eyebrows and a rough appearance, was actually a lady's man.
It can be said that he had slept with more girls than he could count.
Fortunately, the hit rate was relatively low. Otherwise, the great dream of sowing seeds all over the world would be realized.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we've worked together so many times, so let's skip the superfluous nonsense."
Stryker, who was wearing sunglasses, had been waiting in Philadelphia for a long time. He had been spending his time at the dam base at Lake Alkali.
After Atlantis chose to go to war, he was transferred to the frontlines by S.H.I.E.L.D.
"This time, the task isn't easy; you have to deal with not the dictatorial warlords in Africa nor the agents and spies of Hydra. They are a bunch of blue-skinned freaks living on the bottom of the sea!"
Stryker warned. He hoped the mutant team could realize the seriousness and not let their guard down.
Sabretooth chuckled twice and said unabashedly, "Honestly, I'm looking forward to a seafood feast."
After saying that, he even stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
"Victor, be careful; those Atlanteans might have bacteria."
The big 'Blob' said.
"Personally, I recommend deep-frying at high temperatures and don't eat sashimi. It's safer."
John, the dark-skinned ghost, laughed.
The mutant team, after several missions, greatly deepened the tacit understanding between them. There was no strange feeling as before.
Of course, Luke tamed the beast, Sabretooth.
In the past, Victor never cared about team spirit or following orders.
"Everyone, let's put the small talk behind us."
Stryker tried to imitate Luke's tone in an attempt to gain more respect.
He said faintly, "This is a war between humankind and Atlantis. You are on S.H.I.E.L.D's side, so don't be soft when you see the enemy."
"The Seahorse Corps is a huge fleet of ships on land; the shuttles they ride on are like tanks that could shoot high-pressure water cannons. And they are highly mobile. In the same conditions, the tank divisions of the War Department were no match at all."
"That's tough; my claws can't tear open a tank!"
Sabretooth interjected.
"Major General Cavill didn't intend to let you confront the Seahorse Corps. It was the Pentagon's orders."
Stryker mercilessly stared at the others and spoke in an unpleasant tone.
"These guys also have weaknesses. They can communicate with sea creatures, an innate ability, just like mutants."
"Based on the flexibility and cooperation of the fleet after the battle, we are sure that the Seahorse Corps has applied this ability on the battlefield."
"They can carry out numerous spiritual connections. That is to say, this corps has an overview of the overall situation, giving directions to the main brain."
"Kayla, your task is to control the leader of the corps who is hiding in the fortress, while the rest of you are responsible for helping Kayla to finish the job!"
Stryker scanned everyone and emphasized, "This is an order from Major General Cavill. "
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Four hundred meters below the Atlantic Ocean, the ubiquitous darkness and gloom surround the nuclear submarine named 'Nautilus.'
"Should be here."
Howard stayed in the command module, where he was uncomfortable in the confined space.
He felt it was a little difficult to breathe, and he couldn't catch his breath.
Had it not been for Luke's request and his strong impulse to operate the 'Nautilus' himself, Howard would certainly not have participated in such a dangerous operation.
He turned his head and covered his chest, and said, "Hey, kid, the next step is all up to you."
A thin black boy nodded vigorously and assured, "I have been able to fully adapt to the high intensity of the water pressure while still having the ability to breathe like a fish."
He is a mutant, nicknamed 'Darwin,' with the rare gift of automatically mutating his powers to suit the external environment.
As early as a few months ago, S.H.I.E.L.D recruited the other party.
Originally, he was designated as a special talent and was temporarily housed and nurtured.
They didn't expect him to come in handy so soon.
"Luke said that Atlantis is a huge island, hidden deep in the trench, and can be found only by following those glowing deep-sea creatures."
Howard put on Darwin's diving suit and told him, "Find the exact position, float back to the submarine, and then your task will be completed."
"Understood."
Without fear, the boy grinned, "I don't want to be ruled by a bunch of blue-skinned underwater people!"
"Thanks to Hydra and Red Skull."
After dropping Darwin out, Howard temporarily left the command module and went to the bow section.
This was the torpedo room, which contained four Valkyrie missiles.
Luke successfully stopped Red Skull's plan to destroy the world and brought back the plane to New York.
The dozens of Valkyrie missiles on board were, naturally, confiscated by the Strategic Science Reserve.
Later, it was reorganized into S.H.I.E.L.D. These powerful killers weren't handed over to the military.
"Surprise delivery for Atlantis -- Luke is such a crazy guy."
Howard covered his chest and took a deep breath.
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"Major General, you know how to use all the resources at your disposal."
Looking at the Atlantic Ocean and seeing the Nautilus and Howard, the Ancient One guessed what would happen next.
As the most important weapon in Red Skull's plan to destroy the world, the Valkyrie missiles were so powerful that they could erase half a city in an instant.
Its core came from the infinite energy extracted from the Tesseract, enough to break Atlantis' barriers.
The Ancient One felt that everything was in Luke's plan.
When both sides had the means to destroy a base camp directly, the war would change from military tactics to pulling back and forth at the negotiating table.
Even if Namor was crazy, he had to consider the lives of the many Atlanteans.
The title of King is meaningless without the people who accepted his rule.
"Major General, if you do this and drop four Valkyrie missiles, Namor will be angry. As a result, Atlantis and the land world will have an insoluble blood feud from now on."
"More seriously, the violent explosion will release light and heat radiation, heating the surrounding seawater and destroying the ecosystem of the seafloor, which will result in countless casualties."
"The resulting shock wave will directly trigger an underwater earthquake and set off a huge tsunami, endangering coastal cities."
The Ancient One's eyes looked gloomy, and her arms crossed together.
The Eye of Agamotto hanging on her chest opened quietly, emitting a bright green light.
The elusive flow of time resembles a woven emerald ring.
Luke's furrowed brow, then relaxed.
The Sorcerer Supreme wasn't hostile; she just wanted to see for herself the serious consequences that could result from dropping the Valkyrie missiles.
Like being dragged into the long river of time, countless future branches extend before her.
The chaotic picture was like a fleeting glimpse of light.
"I just want Namor to sit at the negotiating table calmly, that's all. Master Ancient One, you don't have to go to so much trouble."
Luke looked at the Sorcerer Supreme, who brought out the Time Stone, and smiled, "Sometimes the power of words is rather thin, so to gain the respect of others, you must first show your powerful strength."
The Ancient One frowned slightly and whispered, "Actions are more convincing than words, and fists are more calming than reason."
"But intuition tells me that you might do that, Major General -- if Namor succeeds in angering you."
Luke looked serious and said, "How is that possible? I'm not a crazy bastard who resents humanity."
The Sorcerer Supreme doubted this.
Namor lost his mind and wanted to conquer the land.
The young Major General standing in front of her definitely wouldn't mind dropping a few Valkyrie missiles down, allowing Atlantis to experience the horrors and trauma of the Japanese.
Never measure one's own heroic standards for others. There would be a high probability that one would be disappointed.
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Long Island Sound, New York.
The fortified forts of Atlantis were spread out side by side, with the royal guards of the royal city of Poseidonia information and protected by legions of hammerhead sharks on either side.
The Atlantic fleet, which had retreated to the mainland, was confronted.
The two sides were separated by the strait, looking at each other from a distance. The atmosphere was quite tense.
On a huge stronghold like a fortress, within the Chamber.
"The landings in Boston and Philadelphia were blocked one after another."
Hearing the news from the other two battlefields, Namor couldn't hold back his irritable temper and jerked up from his seat.
"Did Superman do it?"
He asked.
The Orca Corps and the Seahorse Corps, two powerful tribes that served at the behest of Atlantis, could easily crush the land world.
Unless Luke Cavill came in person, it was impossible to stop the fierce attack.
"No, no. We don't know Superman's whereabouts yet."
Afterward, the liaison officer was frightened. After slaughtering the council of elders formed by the robed nobles, Namor was approaching the status of a tyrant.
"The Orca Corps in Boston was beaten by a land dweller named Steve Rogers and returned to the sea."
"The Seahorse Corps that attacked Philadelphia lost control and killed each other, causing heavy losses."
After listening to the report, Namor was even angrier!
Looking at Sebastian next to him, he asked aloud, "Mr. Shaw, what do you think?"
In addition to the leaders of several tribes, there were some members of the Hellfire Club in the chamber.
Compared with the same race, Namor trusted mutants more -- this was the psychological suggestion implanted by the White Queen.
After this period, all kinds of negative emotions had been magnified and nourished; they had taken root in his heart.
"The failure of the landing battles in Boston and Philadelphia means that the first step into the land world has suffered a major setback."
Sebastian cleared his throat and whispered, "Worse yet, Superman hasn't made a move. So if we continue to attack New York, we're likely to be blocked by the other side."
"The loss of the golden trident, which can manipulate the weather and create a tsunami, has made it impossible to effectively transform New York into a major battlefield suitable for Atlantis, and -- for the time being -- there's no way to solve the Superman problem."
"All these shifted the development of the conquest into a terrible direction."
When Namor heard this, he looked solemn and missed his beloved golden trident even more.
If the weapon was in hand, would he still be so passive?
"Is there no other way?"
The incompetent and furious Namor has preoccupied with his anger again, taking over his sensible thinking.
He originally wanted to say that, as a man, he should face Superman in a serious fight.
But considering the last fiasco, this sentence was suppressed.
"I have a bold idea."
Sebastian's eyes flickered, pretending to hesitate, "I heard Your Majesty mention that Atlantis kept an ultimate weapon left by an ancient God. At this point, we can activate it and effectively destroy the surface world."
"The ultimate weapon? You mean the ... Continental Shelf Oscillator?"
Hiss!
Namor sucked in a mouthful of seawater and was horrified by the terror that rose inside him.
The Continental Shelf Oscillator!
It was the ultimate weapon that the Kings of Atlantis regarded as taboo and could never be used easily.
Once opened, the whole North American continent would sink and then cause a global tsunami, active volcano eruption, and other natural disasters.
At that time, like the end of days, the world will be destroyed, everything will be reduced to nothing!
In those days, the Lemurian civilization composed of Deviants was destroyed by the gods who used the Continental Shelf Oscillator to move the continental plates and sink them directly.
Atlantis was the survivor of that Great Cataclysm, and since then, successive kings have imposed a strict ban on contact with land.
"This isn't necessary, is it? "
His throat rolled a few times. Namor, who calmed his mind, waved his hand quickly and decisively rejected the proposal.
He's a Chunibyou, but still a little further from being a deranged lunatic.
"If the mass destruction device is activated, Atlantis itself will also be affected. That's a terrible idea, Mr. Shaw."
Namor shook his head and thought that Sebastian Shaw's idea was a little crazy.
"I'm just making suggestions. But, after all, only by destroying what is already there could we start the reconstruction work."
Sebastian's smile remained the same. However, when he learned that Atlantis had such a terrible weapon that could end the world, his heart couldn't help but stir.
The Continental Shelf Oscillator is more of a deterrent than the atomic bomb.
The nations of the world must bend to their will as long as they own it.
"Your Majesty, the latest news."
The liaison officer, who had exited the chamber, soon returned.
"The city of Poseidonia was attacked. The land world issued a notice warning Atlantis' forces to retreat immediately or face a strong reprimand and a heavier strike. "
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"Just a few torpedoes made Namor angry? I haven't detonated the Valkyrie missiles and made him a fallen King yet."
Luke withdrew his eyes and lamented, "Young people nowadays are impatient."
The corners of the Ancient One's lips tugged for a moment, resisting the desire to groan inwardly, which would damage the mysterious image of the Sorcerer Supreme.
After all, Namor, the Sea King, was older than this unusually young Major General!
"Do you think Atlantis would be willing to compromise and sit at the negotiating table?"
The Ancient One, who watched the 'Window of the Worlds,' reminded, "For a long time, they always regarded themselves as a high-level civilization, and regarded the land world as a backward, savage and barren land."
"It isn't easy to force a person to leave his pride behind, sit at a table with people that are barbarians in their eyes, and admit failure."
Luke was deeply impressed and nodded approvingly, "Many countries that have been closed off for a long time have similar problems. Just like blind and stupid people who are immersed in their world."
"There's a saying, 'You can never wake up people who are pretending to sleep.' Since Atlantis is unwilling to accept the cruel fact that they aren't noble and the land world isn't as backward as they imagined, I can help them."
Luke had a cold look in his eyes. The Valkyrie missiles were the last resort to make sure Namor quieted down.
Before doing so, he was prepared to give a modest verbal warning.
For example, a few minutes ago, Howard symbolically fired several torpedoes.
The target wasn't the city of Poseidonia but a hill above the trench.
"If we can level a whole mountain, we could bury the city of Atlantis ... It's worth considering. This would avoid spreading to coastal cities and also teach a lesson to the people under the sea."
Luke ponders the feasibility of this plan. The royal city of Poseidonia is located on a small basalt island above a dark and narrow trench crevice.
If fixed-point blasting were implemented, the mountain would collapse, and the city would be buried alive.
Wonderful!
The Major General nodded his head and began to plan to fly to the Atlantic Ocean and completely blow up Namor's castle and win the war.
"Then again, is the 'Continental Shelf Oscillator' mentioned by Sebastian Shaw that powerful?"
Through the 'Window of the Worlds,' he and the Sorcerer Supreme clearly heard the conversation between Namor and Shaw.
The ultimate weapon mentioned by the latter caught Luke's attention.
"It was a planetary weapon left behind by the ancient gods, which caused a high-intensity resonance phenomenon by releasing energy fields, disintegrating the structure of the continental shelf and causing natural disasters."
The Ancient One took out a sandalwood fan out of thin air, shook it gently, and continued, "According to Kamar Taj's books, it destroyed Lemuria and Atlantis 10,000 years ago."
"I have never seen it myself, but I have heard about the existence of such a terrible weapon from my teacher Agamotto."
Luke raised an eyebrow, a touch of alarm rising within.
There were quite a few star-rated weapons in Marvel.
For example, the Rainbow Bridge in Asgard, the Casket of Ancient Winters of the Frost Giants, etc.
The former wasn't just a bridge for space transport; it could also achieve ultra-long-range strikes across space.
Once, it nearly smashed Jotunheim, leaving the frost giants homeless.
The latter's power shouldn't be underestimated; thousands of years ago on Earth, the Frost Giant King used it to start the Ice Age when fighting the Asgardians.
Therefore, Luke wasn't surprised that Atlantis had the Continental Shelf Oscillator.
He was just wondering how to 'borrow' that thing, to take a good look at it.
After all, the future duty of S.H.I.E.L.D was to maintain world peace and ensure the safety of the earth.
This kind of doomsday weapon must be handed over to its official custody to secure it.
"If Namor is crazy enough to use the Continental Shelf Oscillator to destroy the North American continent and trigger the end of the world, will the Temple of the Three get involved?"
Luke's eyes flickered like a blind monk discovering a beauty; he looked at the calm and collected Sorcerer Supreme.
The latter frowned and pondered. Then, after a long time, she nodded and said, "If Atlantis does anything dangerous to destroy the world, I will certainly choose to stop it."
Although the Kamar Taj's main enemy was the dimension demon gods, he rarely intervenes in mundane struggles.
However, the Temple of the Three, built at the node of time and space, needed to rely on the present world to keep its existence.
It didn't matter that a world war was in full swing because it was 'their own problem' in which human beings consumed and fought with each other.
However, suppose Atlantis intended to sink the North American continent, causing a global tsunami and volcanic eruptions. In that case, the Sorcerer Supreme couldn't continue to sit idly by and stay in the bystander's neutral camp.
It was like two people quarreling and fighting in school, and it doesn't matter if they beat their heads.
But it mustn't damage any public facilities, flowers, and plants.
Otherwise, the Sorcerer Supreme was sure to catch you, bring you to Karma Taj, and seriously educate you.
'My heart goes out to Namor, who probably still doesn't know what he's about to get himself into.'
Luke's eyes showed a hint of sympathy.
In his opinion, Sebastian Shaw was full of joy and wanted to make a big splash.
Together with Namor, who is irritable and idiotic.
These two people were a perfect combination!
One brainless, one cheerless!
Originally, Atlantis and the Hellfire Club only had to face Superman.
Now, they had dragged the Sorcerer Supreme into it and forced her into being an enemy. This was simply the model villain.
"By the way, Master Ancient One. I heard that the Temple of the Three has a 'Window of the Worlds', which is used to ensure that the Dark Dimension won't attack it."
Luke seemed to think of something, turned to the Sorcerer Supreme with suspicious eyes, and asked, "You don't usually use it to look around, do you?"
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As a powerful instrument sealed by the Vishanti, 'Window of the Worlds' can spy from a distance and detect abnormal changes worldwide.
But in a way, it is also a voyeuristic tool!
Namor and Sebastian Shaw were hiding inside the fortress, but they couldn't escape the invisible peeping eye of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Moreover, they didn't even notice it.
Hiss!
Luke gasped, thinking deeply!
"Major General, I'm not interested in your private life. There is no way I can use my magic instruments to do such a frivolous thing as the Sorcerer Supreme!
The Ancient One coughed twice and spoke seriously.
She expressed that she is a decent person and does not have the nasty hobby of peeping on others idly.
Moreover, the Sorcerer Supreme maintained the safety of the earth and ensured that the outside intrusion didn't invade the main universe.
Even if she broke some rules occasionally, it was normal!
"Master Ancient One, don't get excited. I'm just asking."
Luke laughed a few times to lighten the mood.
He silently thought that when he went to Kamar Taj to study magic, he must seriously learn anti-detection spells.
Otherwise, it will leave a psychological shadow when he does some kind of multi-person 'exercises' in the future.
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Fortress, council chamber.
Hearing that the castle has been stolen, Namor looked shocked and prepared to return to the city.
"Your Majesty, if you return to the royal city at this time, Superman may be waiting for you halfway."
Sebastian suppressed his inner delight and discouraged, "He holds the golden trident; he can easily separate the water waves and kill us all."
Namor, who was full of anxiety, calmed down and sat back in his chair.
"Your Majesty, the current situation isn't promising, from all aspects. The two landings failed, and the Orca Corps and the Seahorse Corps suffered heavy losses. Therefore, it will take a lot of time to regroup the army and make a comeback."
In the chamber, a blue-skinned shark-headed Captain stepped forward.
He is the Hammerhead Shark Corps leader, and his tribe didn't live in the Imperial City.
There was no sense of tension about the fall of the rear base camp.
The shark-headed leader glanced coldly at Sebastian Shaw and said in a deep voice, "War is about efficiency and speed. Our previous battle plan was to launch separate landings from the coastal cities to take out the Landers' defensive line from multiple targets in one fell swoop and then to assemble on a large scale in Washington, D.C. to build portable forts; for hydration and reassembly."
"But now the development has long gone beyond the original plan. The landing battle has failed, and the royal city has been raided. We are the ones at a disadvantage."
"At this point, I think it's important to acknowledge the cold reality that this war is coming to an end before it even breaks out on a large scale."
Namor was dissatisfied. His deep pride and arrogance made him unable to accept this ending.
"Are you trying to convince me to negotiate, compromise and even surrender on behalf of Atlantis with those land dwellers? That's impossible!"
The young King still didn't see the situation. Perhaps too many negative emotions blinded his eyes and occupied the high ground of his wisdom.
"We have a chance, Captain. Attacking New York and destroying the city as quickly as possible will prove Atlantis' strength and our determination to reject the threat."
The shark-headed leader was speechless. The blue skin flushed green and black as if poisoned.
It was difficult for him to explain clearly to Namor in a simple and easy-to-understand language. Changing tactics wasn't good for Atlantis at all.
"Occupying New York is useless; it's... Your Majesty."
The shark-headed leader swallowed the word 'stupid' when he thought of what had happened to the robed nobles.
"Atlanteans aren't adapted to the environment of the land, and they don't need to plunder the resources on the land. So, the war was a mistake from the beginning."
"We expended a lot of troops and got nothing -- the false honor of expanding territory is meaningless to the people of Atlantis."
The Hammerhead Shark's Captain's long speech made Namor freeze for a moment.
The sober consciousness that had been disconnected for a long time suddenly came up, suppressing the anger inside.
He couldn't help but think seriously about what his reasons for starting the war were.
"Your Majesty, I think the Captain is wrong."
Sebastian interrupted Namor's thoughts with a timely statement.
"Atlantis and the land world are essentially in a struggle between two civilizations. The latter has developed at an astonishing rate, evolving from monkeys who learned to use tools to the nominal masters of the planet."
"They won't be satisfied with the exploitation and plundering of land resources. Sooner or later, they will pay attention to the deeper and richer ocean."
"Since Atlantis would be discovered sooner or later, why can't we choose to take the initiative in the face of hostile and coveting eyes of the land world?"
"His Majesty didn't start the war for the sake of momentary honor, but because he saw the future in the longer term."
Sebastian's blow, like a beautiful punch, instantly sunk Namor's intellect.
The latter couldn't help but show an expression of approval and increasingly pictured himself in the role of a wise King.
"Mr. Shaw, you are always quick to understand my intentions."
Namor was moved to say.
"As a wise ruler, I always look deeper into things, while they can only see the surface. Only you, Mr. Shaw! Only you could think on a deeper level, like me!"
The corners of Sebastian's lips twitched, but he could only nod concurringly and vaguely say, "It is common for any genius who transcends the times to be misunderstood."
The shark-headed captain looked at the two men echoing each other and almost vomited blood. However, he didn't look back and strode away from the chamber.
"Mr. Shaw, I wonder what you can do to turn the situation around?"
Namor didn't pay any attention to the not-so-savvy corps captain and said in a deep voice, "If the Hellfire Club and I join forces, we may not be Superman's opponents."
Sebastian waved his hand quickly and dissuaded him, "Your Majesty, don't be impulsive for the time being."
It's okay to speak lies without even blinking, but telling him to send his head over was impossible!
This Black King of the Hellfire Club once again turned on the fooling mode, "I think there's a better way."
"The fact that the Land World did not destroy the royal city of Poseidonia in the first place, but chose to give a verbal warning, proves that they don't want to be enemies with Atlantis."
"If we return to the negotiating table, then the ultimate weapon that could destroy the North American continent will come in handy."
Namor was a little hesitant and whispered, "No king has ever really used the Continental Shelf Oscillator. That's a forbidden thing that has long been sealed up!"
"Your Majesty doesn't have to use it. Simply using it as a deterrent weapon of strategic importance is enough."
Sebastian stepped forward and smiled, "At that time, the Continental Shelf Oscillator will allow Superman to return the golden trident and temporarily establish a non-aggression pact between the two civilizations on land and sea."
Thinking of his beloved golden trident, Namor couldn't help but waver.
"Let me think about it."
After a long while, he said so.
It was neither a refusal nor a promise.
"Shaw, you don't want to sink the entire North American continent with the Continental Shelf Oscillator, do you?"
The Hellfire Club left the council chambers and dispersed, except for the White Queen, who blocked Sebastian's path.
"That will kill a lot of people! It's not just humans in there; it's our brothers and sisters!"
"Emma, have you ever heard the story of God destroying the world with floods and creating a new world?"
Sebastian spoke with his head held high and a firm voice, "God said that he would wipe man, animals, insects, and birds from the face of the earth. For the world was full of sin, and only after a baptism of destruction could a new life be brought forth."
"The opportunity was presented to us to flatten the old home and build a brand new high-rise from the rubble. So why not?"
The White Queen felt a chill down her back as if seeing the apocalypse. The earth shattered, volcanic eruptions and tsunamis swallowed cities.
"I feel sick."
She shrank her neck, trying to stay away from Sebastian.
Looking at the White Queen, who left in a hurry, the Black King of the Hellfire Club shook his head and softly said, "That's a shame."
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It's been a tough day.
The President in the oval office was on pins and needles.
The Chief of Staff advised him to hide in the underground air-raid shelter to avoid the worst. After that, it was too late to escape.
"Mr. President, we can't put all our hopes on Major General Cavill."
He said.
"What else can we do? Do we ask the British for help, or do we go to the Red Bear of Siberia? This isn't World War III; there are no allies. They'll just say perfunctory diplomatic rhetoric while quietly waiting for the United States to collapse and fall!"
The President took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, where it was red.
At this moment, he even kind of wanted to imitate the dead Führer, cursing 'motherfucker'.
"I can only believe in Superman, making miracles happen again! At least Boston and Philadelphia haven't fallen yet, and millions of New Yorkers are waiting for news of victory."
The President's voice sounded exhausted, and he seriously said, "At this time, if it's reported that the President left the White House and hid in an underground shelter, what would the people of New York think? The people may not notice a fleeing soldier, but they will surely spit on a fleeing leader!"
The Chief of Staff had nothing to say and kept silent.
Since the two atomic bombs were dropped and detonated, the Japanese trauma was serious, but the Soviet Union was actively engaged in the nuclear industry.
The Bald Eagle's side wasn't subtle either, as the military had long established a secret unit of helicopter pilots and ground crews at Olmsted Air Force Base in Pennsylvania.
They were on standby for the important task: rescuing the President and members of the Cabinet in the event of a nuclear attack on their soil.
As long as the White House sent an emergency rescue signal, this unit would arrive immediately to escort the President to the underground shelter in Mount Weiser.
"God willing!"
The President looked out of the window; the green lawn was empty.
The air defense alarm had already sounded, reminding ordinary people in Washington, D.C., not to go out.
All this seemed to bring people back to World War II.
"Maybe it's worse than a world war."
The President smiled bitterly.
At least World War II didn't spread the homeland in America; it was all fighting on somebody else's turf.
But now, Atlantis' army might soon appear in Washington, D.C.
The time passed slowly, minute by minute, and the sound of the minute-hand and second-hand moving in the room was particularly clear.
The Chief of Staff sat back on the sofa with a solemn and stirring expression, as if he was going to die for him soon.
Ring! Ring!
The phone on the big desk suddenly made a sharp noise.
The President's arm, which was propped up on the table, visibly trembled.
He took a deep breath and picked up the vibrating receiver.
The Chief of Staff carefully observed the President's expression, expecting to see a glimmer of victory on the tired, wrinkled face.
The voice on the other end of the line spoke so fast and furiously that he couldn't hear the exact words.
"Admiral Nimitz."
The President, with a steady face, emphasized, "Please convey my sincere thanks to Major General Cavill, who once again ended a war! He is a national hero!"
It was a rather short sentence, but it contained a great deal of emotion.
After putting down the receiver, the President supported himself on the table with both hands.
His chest heaving, panting heavily.
After waiting for several minutes, the President calmed his excitement, raised his head, and spoke vigorously, "Hold a press conference and tell the people waiting for the news that we won!"
The Chief of Staff paused, made sure he didn't hear wrong, waved his arms vigorously, and let out a loud, uncharacteristic cheer.
"I'll get right on it! Mr. President, which direction should I take in this speech? Should it emphasize the country's leadership decisions, the effective coordination of the military, or should it highlight ... Major General Cavill ...?"
After sorting out the emotions for a few minutes, the Chief of Staff hesitated and asked.
If they highlighted the achievements of Major General Cavill, he must be rewarded.
'How long has it been since the end of World War II? He was already promoted to General.'
'Such a speed of advancement is a bit unbelievable!'
"Of course, tell the people truthfully that Superman once again stopped the war and brought peace to all."
The President thought for a moment and answered.
Since he started office, he made the right decision to have a good relationship with the General.
As for how to prevent Superman from having too much power, let's leave it to the next person in authority.
"By the way, remember to contact Major General Cavill. He will be the representative for the negotiation meeting in 2 hours."
The President said.
'Young people love to show off.'
'I believe Superman wouldn't be an exception.'
The task of negotiating with Atlantis should be fully entrusted to the Major General and S.H.I.E.L.D.
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"The land world agreed to negotiate. The location is set on Liberty Island in the Hudson River."
Namor held the chair with both hands, reluctantly accepting the harsh reality of losing the war.
The news came from the royal city of Poseidonia; an explosion had occurred in the trench above it, burying a third of the slum area beyond the barrier.
To make matters worse, the land people had even more powerful weapons that they were preparing to drop.
Unless Namor led his army and returned to the city immediately to protect the castle, he might have become a fallen King.
Then came a new headache, that Superman might be waiting in the Atlantic Ocean, waiting for Namor to deliver his head.
After further consideration, Namor could only agree to sit down for negotiations.
In any case, the war couldn't go forward for the time being.
He could only go back to the city to replenish his equipment and strength and then consider protecting the castle, pushing the opposing army line, and other issues.
'Damned bastard! How could a mere land dweller be so strong?'
Namor cursed to himself.
The thought of seeing Superman later made his chest ache.
He originally decided to let the captain of the Hammerhead Shark tribe do the job for him, but unfortunately, the other side was a bit short of influence.
It might have been at a disadvantage during the negotiations.
As a suitable candidate, Mr. Shaw said he twisted his back at night when he was doing a 'multiplayer challenge,' and it was difficult for him to take up the job.
"Fortunately, there was still the Continental Shelf Oscillator, for a bargaining chip ... to get the golden trident back. Otherwise, the throne would be unstable."
Namor made up his mind to cheer himself up.
After the last bitter defeat, Superman left a deep and large shadow on his heart.
Having his natural mutant ability awaken, plus the royal blood of Atlantis.
With his double boost, Namor had hardly encountered any match and maintained a rare winning streak.
Until he met, Superman --
Tragically beaten!
Ending the winning streak!
A spear through the chest!
Even escaping!
He originally sat on the throne and ruled the four oceans. He was at the peak of his life, but it took a sharp turn for the worse and became a complete tragedy.
"Let the Captain bring enough soldiers with him! We are only negotiating with the land dwellers, not surrendering! The other side needs to see the power of Atlantis!"
Namor said in a deep voice.
The scribes in the council chamber nodded their heads in agreement.
Silently, they sneered in their hearts. 'The main base in the rear was almost overrun, but this wasn't a surrender?'
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Two hours later, the Hudson River, Liberty Island.
A giant sea dragon-like ship docked at Liberty Island; this was the exclusive ship of the King of Atlantis.
The Hammerhead Shark Corps looked strong, and the Royal Guards looked imposing; Guarding the crowned Namor as if they were the victors.
There was only the Atlantic fleet on the side of the U.S., which had withdrawn to the mainland, lined up in a row, and several shocked senior officials from the Navy Department.
They had never seen such a big scene!
Blue-skinned Atlanteans, riding ferocious and terrible quadruped sea animals, exhibiting a fierce presence.
A giant ship as strong as a fortress cast a shadow over the sun, like a sleeping sea dragon.
"Where's Major General Cavill? Hasn't he arrived yet?"
Nimitz of the Navy Department asked in a quiet voice.
At this moment, only Superman could control the scene!
"Probably still on the way."
Another Admiral replied.
"Land people, the great lord of the seven seas, the ruler of the four seas, the king of Atlantis asks you, who are the negotiators of the land world?"
The shark-headed Captain asked in a stern tone.
The top officials of the Navy Department looked at each other, revealing that they didn't know how to answer.
"The negotiator is ..."
Nimitz stepped forward. He was interrupted by a burst of commotion before he could finish his sentence.
He followed the crowd's exclamation and looked in the direction of the New York Bay.
A figure appeared!
It was Superman!
"Major General Cavill, this is ..."
Nimitz was puzzled.
He saw the young General, holding a golden trident, walking on the riverbed.
Wow!
The water splashed aside!
Like an invisible force, the rushing Hudson River was forcibly separated.
A straight passage suddenly appeared!
The bright sunlight cast down like a layer of golden glory draped on Luke's body.
Together with this scene, it was a perfect reproduction of a biblical classic, making him seem like a God descending to earth!
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"Every time I see Major General Cavill, I get an unusual feeling. He always creates the unexpected ... surprise for everyone now and then."
Admiral Nimitz shook his head and smiled. If he was a religious person and saw this scene, he might have started chanting the Bible and crossing his chest.
If the miracle of the parting of the sea by Moses reappears, it would soon be published in the newspapers and will trigger a huge reaction.
It could be predicted that Luke's long list of dazzling titles will probably contain more legends like 'God on Earth' and 'Son of God.'
"Superman -- the title lives up to its name. Supersoldier is far from enough to describe Major General Cavill's strength."
The Admiral next to him lamented.
"I heard that another super soldier, Colonel Steve Rogers, also performed brilliantly in Boston? So, gentlemen, I think it's time to put a research program on human enhancement in the agenda."
"It's not our job to worry about it; S.H.I.E.L.D. is in charge of this area."
An older Admiral said sourly.
The military was quite critical of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s independence from the Pentagon.
Uncontrolled power could easily lead to the birth of dictators.
"Anyway, we are witnessing a rising young star shine. No one knows how far Major General Cavill will go."
Someone in the staff group said with admiration and envy.
"How can we continue to call him Major General? I think we will have to change the title soon. General Cavill set a record for the fastest promotion in the history of the United States."
Admiral Nimitz laughed.
The White House must be preparing for the ceremony.
This was a good opportunity to cement a good relationship.
When the war ended, he remembered that most people in the military thought that Luke, who was still a Brigadier General at that time, should be excluded from the center of power.
At least sit quietly on the bench for a few minutes so as not to advance too quickly. The influence within the faction was so strong that it threatened the initial interest of the group.
But no one thought that the young Major General wouldn't take refuge under any faction.
Neither did he make his attitude clear to the Navy Department, nor did he make any affectionate gestures toward the Army Department.
He volunteered to be in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D, which was unpopular and made Edgar Hoover, who was very powerful, humiliated.
And then, he was free from the constraints of the Pentagon to form a faction of his own!
"What an amazing speed."
Nimitz lamented, turned to invite his colleagues, and said in a deep voice, "Let's go over to greet Major General Cavill together."
Although the relationship between the Navy Department and the War Department wasn't good, there were many problems.
But the people on Liberty Island had to admit that they did feel a sense of security when they saw Luke appear.
In particular, they found that the Atlantis people, who were in a dour mood and maintained their victorious posture just a moment ago, now had a depressed and angry look on their faces.
The top officials of the Navy Department suddenly felt better, with smiles on their faces.
On the other hand, on the side of Atlantis, Luke held the golden trident and separated the Hudson River.
Their high spirits were stifled, no longer maintaining their original haughty appearance.
"Damn! That's my golden trident!"
Namor's chest was heaving with anger as if he had been robbed of his wife.
Neptune's Trident should have been his exclusive weapon!
Now, it was held by a land dweller!
'I wouldn't have come to the negotiations if I'd known!'
Namor gritted his teeth and regretted it.
He covered his chest. His injury had already healed, but he felt a dull pain.
"Your Majesty, this is a great humiliation for us by the land people! In tens of thousands of years, there has never been an example of a non-royal bloodline holding the trident!"
The Captain of the Hammerhead Shark Corps was wide-eyed, and the veins on his swelled.
The vast army of Atlantis looked at the tall figure riding the waves like a God from heaven.
They had never heard of Exodus, nor did they know that in 1250 BC, there was a prophet named Moses who once separated the Red Sea and was regarded as a miracle.
The reason for the unanimous gaze was because Luke was holding the golden Neptune's Trident in his right hand.
That was the symbol of Atlantis kingship!
Namor glanced at the Captain of the Hammerhead Sharks. Maybe the other party said this out of inner anger.
But it sounded as if he was accusing him of losing the King of Atlantis' inherited sacred weapon.
He spoke without emotion, "Brave Captain, do you want to start a duel with Superman and get the trident back for me in a fair and just traditional way?"
The Hammerhead Shark Captain fell silent. Superman's strength is obvious to all.
Even Namor was no match. It would only bring disgrace to oneself to challenge rashly.
Although the Atlanteans still despised the land world, they did recognize the strong.
"Your Majesty, this is what the King should do."
The corps Captain said in a gruff voice.
"Hmph! I will."
The young King began to consider Sebastian Shaw's suggestion and prepared to use the Continental Shelf Oscillator as a bargaining chip to strive for more favorable negotiation conditions.
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