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Twenty minutes later, the conference room on Liberty Island.
Negotiations on a truce were in full swing.
The Atlanteans were represented by Namor and his scribe and the Captain of the Hammerhead Shark tribe.
The team sent by the U.S. government was a team of Admirals and staff from the Navy Department.
As for Luke, he didn't speak at all.
Just before the negotiation meeting started, he talked with Nimitz in private.
Presumably, this meant that 'you are free to ask for what you want, and you are free to say what you want.'
'No need to care about Atlantis's bottom line and tolerance; take what you want, and better yet, squeeze your opponent dry to the last drop.'
Luke himself didn't care how much benefit he could get because no matter how much he got, it wouldn't belong to S.H.I.E.L.D.
He would prefer to lengthen the negotiation time until S.H.I.E.L.D had enough strength to take over all this.
'I remember Atlantis still has many good things. '
Luke's fingers tapped on the desktop, his thoughts fluctuated.
Although he didn't say a word, he was always the focus of the conference room.
Every time Atlantis argued and rejected the Navy Department's request, their representatives would subconsciously look toward where he was sitting.
It looked as if Superman, who was worried about the land world, was dissatisfied; he would overturn the negotiating table, roll up his sleeves, and show his fist.
Among all the people here, except Namor, no one could withstand a serious punch from him.
"Ladies and gentlemen, don't care about my opinion."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and kept a kind smile, "Friends who are familiar with me know that I am a pacifist and like to convince people by reasoning."
"The reopening of a war between Atlantis and the United States is an outcome that no one wants to see. I sincerely hope that all problems will be solved at the negotiation table instead of brutal slaughter."
The Major General said pretty words and waved his hand with a sincere face, indicating, 'you continue to talk, don't mind me.'
The representative of Atlantis nodded in a friendly manner and spoke in the same tongue-twisting tone about peace and the future.
Deep down, no one believed a single punctuation mark in Luke's speech.
Convince people by reasoning?
If Superman put down his clenched fist, he would look like a reasonable benevolent man.
After some useless nonsense from both sides, the negotiations continued.
Atlantis didn't mention a word about compensation but rather discussed future development and peaceful coexistence.
It could be described as a replica of the U.S, full of freedom and democracy, but in reality, all it did was take by force.
Luke must admit that seeing the American people being so disgusted, he felt a little bit happy inside.
The bottom line for the government's representatives was that they were trying to pull the wool over the people's eyes and gain some benefits.
In the face of the powerful Atlantis, even if Luke said they should feel free to ask, the Navy Department didn't dare to open their mouths casually.
Otherwise, when war came, their words would cause even more problems.
The two teams were pulling back and forth as if they were pecking each other's vegetables under the defense tower, which was unappealing and made people bored.
"I have a statement to make; please listen."
At a standstill, Namor, the brainless and unhappy combo, came forward.
With a confident expression on his face, he greeted everyone in the room -- except Luke, who had his eyes closed.
…
Luke, who was a little sleepy, opened his eyes.
If Namor wanted to speak, he wasn't going to sleep.
It wasn't that the Major General wanted to hear any insight from the other side.
As a traveler, Luke believed he understood Namor's temperament and his life experience of lacking love since childhood and growing up without being beaten.
Not only was this guy brainless, but he also had an inexplicable sense of superiority.
He didn't think highly of Atlanteans, but at the same time, he also hated the humans of the land world.
A King with the same beginnings, the Black Panther of Wakanda, became bigger and stronger, and the Sea King of the studio next door could mingle in the Justice League.
Black Adam, who the clumsy Shazam often beat, was not afraid to take on Superman.
Gorilla Grodd could conquer Africa and build a nation.
On the other hand, Namor played a good set of cards poorly.
He had always been unpopular due to his extremely inflated and bad personality.
He was a member of the Illuminati, a 'terrorist organization' that claimed that it wanted to solve the earth's crisis and actually strived to create a crisis.
But there was no sense of existence, except for the old rivalry against Black Panther; basically, there was nothing.
The power of the Phoenix was briefly obtained --and he immediately ran to Wakanda to find trouble with the Black Panther and was finally beaten up by the Avengers and fled in disarray.
Luke understood very well that when Namor said he was back in business, everyone could relax.
Because he would only make things worse until it was beyond his control.
Honestly, Namor always reminded Luke of an unborn President, called America's Dense Big Brother -- Twitter President -- New York's King -- the First Man to Land on The Sun -- Master of Guess Work -- the King of Virology -- the Debate Ghost -- the 'Savior' of the United States -- the King of Spies -- the Punk Businessman -- the King of Fast Food -- the SpongeBob in Economics' the 45'th President.
"As the King of Atlantis, the ruler of the four seas, and the master of the seven seas, I have no reason to wage war."
Sure enough, Namor opened his mouth and filled the meeting room with 'cheerfulness.'
The representatives on Atlantis' side were full of confusion.
They froze and wondered why their King said this?
The two sides were involved in a war.
Who cares about reasons?
The victor could say whatever he wanted; it made sense!
Any words from a loser seemed laughable!
The senior officials of the Navy Department also looked surprised, thinking that the King of Atlantis was so naïve.
They were all sitting at the negotiation table and wasting time talking for their own benefit.
Who really cared about the reasons for waging this war or whether it was justified?
Had it not been for the military might of Atlantis, the Navy Department's Admirals wouldn't have minded throwing a bag of laundry detergent into the Atlantic Ocean and saying that these undersea people were hiding weapons of mass destruction and justice must be done to defend world peace!
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Who really cared about the reasons for waging this war or whether it was justified?
Had it not been for the military might of Atlantis, the Navy Department's Admirals wouldn't have minded throwing a bag of laundry detergent into the Atlantic Ocean and saying that these undersea people were hiding weapons of mass destruction and justice must be done to defend world peace!
"The land world had caused serious damage to marine ecology for many years, which made Atlantis suffer greatly."
Namor was oblivious to the change in atmosphere in the conference room.
With a massive weapon such as the Continental Frame Oscillator as a bargaining chip, he felt he should be able to make a demand.
And as a King, it was only right that he should show his negotiating skills.
"The marine life in the four oceans belongs to the people of Atlantis in a sense, the over-exploitation of whales by the land world has affected the ecosystem."
Namor spoke in a deep voice, "The same thing happened to my fellow mutants, who were captured by the military, persecuted, subjected to inhumane and illegal detention, and abuse."
"I hope that this public negotiation would not only solve the problem of war between the land world and Atlantis but also make all of you aware of the mistakes you made ..."
The conference room was silent, and Admiral Nimitz scratched his head, unsure if he should speak up.
He wasn't impressed by Namor's sincere speech and his decision to turn over a new leaf and become an environmentalist who called to preserve marine ecology.
Rather, they believe that Atlantis will sooner or later come to an end. Often, a naïve-minded King may be worse and short-lived than a cruel King.
'I wonder if the people under the sea have the traditional habit of conducting a big revolt?'
Otherwise, maybe they could look forward to Namor walking toward a guillotine.
"His Majesty the King has a good point."
Nimitz took the lead in applauding. After the sparse applause, he continued,
"Where were we? Oh, the specifics of the war treaty, the peace summit, and the announcement of the establishment of diplomatic relations, the clumsy Shazam often beat... Let's continue."
The Atlantis' representatives looked embarrassed and glanced at the young King, who was acting confidently.
Then kept up with the rhythm and got the negotiations back on track.
Only Namor stood alone, his face flushed.
If Superman weren't here and forcing him to keep calm, the negotiation would certainly turn into a fight.
"I also have some words to say."
At that time, Luke cleared his throat, and the noise stopped abruptly.
Everyone kept their mouths shut, and their eyes turned to the head's seat.
Even the Atlanteans held their breaths and showed a dignified complexion.
Although Luke was just a General of a country in the land world, his right to speak and his decisions would inevitably affect the follow-up of the negotiations.
Seeing this, Namor looked like he had been greatly humiliated.
He's the King!
He was treated worse than a General!
"His Majesty, and the King of Atlantis, just mentioned the unfair treatment of mutants, and I should have a certain say in this."
Luke smiled gently and said, "First of all, the military has never persecuted or abused mutants, at least not S.H.I.E.L.D. On the contrary, we have always guaranteed their basic rights and personal safety."
"As I said before, I am a pacifist. I believe no one should doubt this."
The Navy Secretary, Admiral Nimitz, sitting on the left-hand side, was the most responsive and was the first to say, "It was Major General Cavill who ended World War II, liberated the free world, and resisted the Axis Power! Therefore, he sincerely yearns for peace and is firmly against war!"
The rest of the group echoed the sentiment.
The undisguised bootlicking boasted Luke as if he were the embodiment of justice and the spokesman of love and peace.
The Atlantis representatives were silent, pretending that they didn't hear anything.
"But if His Majesty the King says so, then perhaps there's a very special case. Therefore, with the mentality of solving problems and preventing such a situation from happening in the future, I would like to have a discussion on mutants at the upcoming peace summit."
Luke's tone was sincere, as he said so. It was like the speech of a pacifist.
Namor frowned. He wondered if there was something wrong with his ear.
What does this guy want to do?
"But--"
Luke uttered the single most annoying word no matter when or where it appeared.
"Before that, I need to solve another problem."
The gentle and calm tone of voice suddenly became heavy and powerful.
Luke's calm eyes, without the slightest emotion, swept over the Atlantis representatives and solemnly said, "As far as I know, His Majesty has a mutant named Sebastian Shaw on his side."
"In case you didn't know, he served the Third Reich during World War II and ran Auschwitz, the concentration camp."
"This man has the blood of thousands of innocent people on his hands and is a war criminal in every sense of the word."
"Therefore, I think Atlantis should hand over Sebastian Shaw -- or stop protecting him before ending this negotiation."
Luke faintly said. His cold eyes, as sharp as a sword, stabbed at the silent Namor.
The latter looked a bit pale, his sober consciousness struggling with the psychological suggestion imposed by the White Queen.
"What if I refuse?"
Namor squeezed this sentence out of his gritted teeth.
The psychological suggestion from the White Queen still prevailed.
"I'm sorry about that. Peace needs to be promoted by both sides, not just talked about."
Luke's voice cooled down, but his face kept smiling, "Negotiation is only a means, but not the only means."
"Your Majesty, don't make a hasty decision. I am willing to give Atlantis some time to think about it seriously. Not as a threat, but as a kind reminder."
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Namor, who had returned to the main sea dragon ship, leaned back in his chair in the chamber.
He raised one hand to support his jaw; his expression was uncertain.
The King of Atlantis, who thought he was humiliated and threatened, left Liberty Island without waiting for the negotiation to end.
He already handed over the specific tasks to the representatives.
Anyway, neither the land world nor the people of Atlantis seemed to take the King seriously.
Instead of staying there and enduring the oppression from Superman, it was better to return to the ship.
"He is an ambitious man who wants to get more out of Atlantis, but he presents himself as a peacemaker. Ridiculous!"
Out of Superman's sights, Namor was finally able to speak out loud.
He dismissed the left and right guards, vented his negative emotions, and began to face the problems that needed to be solved.
Superman didn't give him much time.
Within 48 hours,
Either hand over Sebastian Shaw; Or start the war all over again.
If the outcome of the negotiations had been the latter, the self-proclaimed pacifist Major General wouldn't hesitate to use nuclear weapons to destroy the royal city of Poseidonia.
On one side, was the lives of his people, and on the other was his mutant compatriots.
Namor was in a dilemma.
But what worried him most was that Superman mentioned the words 'war criminal'.
This was a very serious accusation!
Although Namor had a pit in his head, he didn't have a soft spot for executioners and butchers -- even though he sometimes guest-starred in both roles himself.
A villain with a low moral bottom line may not be willing to be friends with another.
It's like those times when people dislike other annoying people.
But when they get into trouble themselves, they still want someone to stand up for them.
Therefore, human beings are complex and contradictory creatures.
And Namor was even more complicated.
He was a human being, an Atlantean, and a mutant.
He could be called a warrior among hybrids!
However, in addition to his strength, we can find other advantages.
To some extent, he was a failed example of genetic inheritance.
"I have to talk to Mr. Shaw."
Namor frowned, not knowing what to do.
After a loss in battle and a loss in war, many people of Atlantis had a lot to say about him.
If Namor insisted on sheltering Sebastian Shaw, there would be a violent backlash.
At that time, it was hard to say whether he could still sit firmly on the throne.
'Hypocrite! What pacifists?! Nothing more than a grandiose lie!'
Namor felt that Superman deliberately proposed to solve the mutant problem and then ignite internal conflict in Atlantis by disposing of Sebastian Shaw.
'The representatives are too short-sighted and could only see the first layer of intent, not realizing Superman's sinister intentions. '
Namor, who thought he was on the fifth layer, became more and more frightened of Superman's mind.
This was a terrible opponent!
He thought so.
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Liberty Island, conference room.
When the representatives of both sides dispersed, Luke and Admiral Nimitz sat at the oval desk.
The two had a tacit understanding and stayed behind to exchange views.
They knew that this negotiation was far from over.
On the one hand, Namor didn't give a direct answer; On the other hand, there was a specific attitude towards the land world.
Atlantis, as a marine civilization and historical civilization, had extraordinary heritage and strength.
When the name was spread worldwide, all countries on land would be highly concerned and wary.
Luke had heard that the Brits started to revive the 'Wöden's Blood' research project, but progress was slow.
To ensure recipients' success rate and survival time, they abandoned the 'battleship-class' and developed various 'tank-class' types.
Stephanie, who helped Luke before, was considering whether to bring in a lower version.
For example, 'armored vehicle-class'?
Super soldiers that could be mass-produced are far more cost-effective than top-tier combat power.
On the other hand, the Soviet Union continued to vigorously develop its nuclear industry, burying its head in planting 'mushrooms' in response to various external threats.
The Maoist way of thinking was very simple.
There was no problem a nuclear bomb can't fix!
One wasn't enough?
Then, two!
Anyway, great strength could create miracles!
This was the simple thinking of the rising Red Bear.
Caliber is justice, and range is truth.
"Hold a peace summit ...? Is Major General Cavill trying to bring all the countries of the world into an allied front?"
Nimitz thought for a moment and asked curiously.
The White House didn't reveal this intent. So this could only be interpreted as Luke's thoughts.
This Major General was bold. He skipped the President and made a decision first.
He didn't care who would be held accountable afterward.
This was probably Superman's confidence!
"Atlantis is so vast that all the waters of the earth are theoretically their territory."
Luke nodded his head, tapped his fingers on the table several times, and calmly said, "We won a temporary victory and a chance to sit at the negotiating table, but there is no way to expand on that victory."
"On one hand, destroying the city of Poseidon is the last resort. But, on the other hand, that can't solve the fundamental problem. Because Atlantis is a marine civilization, we cannot plunder resources by occupying the land."
"Whereas, a single country on the land world cannot exert enough pressure on the people underwater."
"Therefore, what we have to do is to win over more allies, such as the British, the Soviets, and ... S.P.E.A.R."
"They are also interested in Atlantis. Just waiting for an opportunity to enter, or an excuse."
Nimitz was convinced. Through several contact and landing battles, he had also seen the level of technology in Atlantis.
It was still necessary to reach a consensus with other countries and unite against external forces.
"If Namor McKenzie, a young man who doesn't look like a King at all, is determined to shelter Sebastian Shaw ...?"
The Navy Secretary asked hesitantly.
The Pentagon didn't want to see war.
Especially in the face of civilization like Atlantis, which had great military strength,
"Don't worry; the war will hardly start up again."
Luke was confident that the Atlanteans weren't going to play along with Namor's nonsense.
They weren't compatriots with the mutants, so there was no need to refuse his request at the risk of starting new battles.
If Namor insisted on it, it would likely cause a revolt from his people.
At that time, the impure blood, the loss of the golden trident, and the arbitrary start of a war to drag the country into the mire ... these problems would all erupt at the same time.
If Atlantis had been like France, the Great Revolution would have already broken out, and Namor would be sent to guillotines.
"Put the peace summit and related issues of mutants on the schedule as soon as possible. As for the White House, I will explain it to the President myself."
Facing Nimitz, the Navy Secretary, and an Admiral, Luke, who was slightly lower by two ranks, gave the orders.
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"War criminal? No, that's a dirty accusation! It's libel and slander!"
Sebastian looked at the expressionless Namor in the parlor without the slightest panic; instead, he made a sorrowful expression as he was looking back at the past.
"I did work for the Third Reich. This is a shadow in my life that I cannot erase. But that wasn't my intention. Germany was under the Führer's rule during World War II, and no one dared to resist the SS and the Gestapo."
"Namor, you know, I'm a scientist. The Führer saw my talent and ordered me to run the concentration camp. I tried to refuse, but they put a gun to my head and said they wanted me to see my brains ..."
"At that time, I hadn't awakened my mutant ability yet. So, I gave in! I often regretted that decision and was ashamed of it!"
Namor, who was originally skeptical, began to feel swayed inside.
Sebastian Shaw's remarks were half-true and half-false, which made it difficult to distinguish.
In addition, his eyes show guilt, sadness, regret, and other layers of complex emotions. Fooling the brainless Namor, it was perfectly natural.
It could only be said that Sebastian Shaw was worthy of being the Black King of the Hellfire Club.
As a good actor displayed by his mutant identity, Oscar would probably owe him several statutes if he entered Hollywoodtes.
"My hands may have been stained with the blood of some innocent people, but I have never killed or mistreated a single prisoner in the concentration camps!"
Sebastian raised his voice, looked calm, and shouted, "I have my moral bottom line. They are unique and respectable individuals, regardless of color and race!"
Namor couldn't help but lower his head, seemingly apologizing for his unwarranted excessive suspicion.
"Your Majesty, the land people are not to be trusted. Most of the crimes they accused me of were committed by others and planted on my head."
Sebastian took his time and faintly said, "Imagine if I were a cold-blooded butcher -- an inhuman executioner. How would I still be supported by my fellow mutants?"
Namor was silent for a moment. Then, because of psychological suggestions, he chose to believe Mr. Shaw's defense.
His mind and subconscious, tampered with and guided, will actively lean towards the side of the mutants no matter what.
This was the tricky part of psychic abilities.
Unless the magic resistance was extremely high, it came with psychic self-immunity.
Otherwise, seeing anyone would give the White Queen and Professor X a headache.
"Then what should I do next, Mr. Shaw?"
Namor was at a loss. Sacrificing Atlantis to save mutants?
If he did this, citizens who had long been dissatisfied might unite with the land world and pull him down from the throne.
"My thoughts remain unchanged, Your Majesty."
Sebastian spoke with a deep voice, "The winner of the war determines everything you get at the negotiating table."
"If you want peace, you must show strength first. The land world has Superman. Even though we don't want to admit it, the other party is a huge problem that can't be solved!"
"The only way to combat this is to use the planetary weapon to destroy the land world."
"Make Superman lose his reason, make him step into our trap, and then bury the other side completely with the help of the Continental Shelf Oscillator."
"Since this weapon can destroy the Deviants from the Lemuria civilization, there is no reason why Superman can't be killed!"
Seeing Namor's hesitation, a hint of contempt swept through Sebastian's eyes as he continued to add fuel to the fire, "Your Majesty, think about it, will the Atlanteans accept a King who has repeatedly been defeated?"
"Superman took everything from you, the trident, the symbol of kingship, the respect and glory you deserve!"
"He was regarded as a hero and a god in the land world! But you are only an insignificant loser in his record of glorious achievements!"
"Can you accept this ending?"
Namor breathed heavily for a few minutes. He listened to Sebastian's long inflammatory speech, and memories came up from deep inside him.
It was as if he had returned to the days of the slums when the people, who should have treated him with respect and prostrated to him, had eyes full of distancing and indifference.
The difference in skin color made Namor an outcast and rejected by others.
Every Atlantean except his mother regarded him as a monster.
"I can only believe you, Mr. Shaw."
Snuffing out the last thoughts that were struggling, Namor calmly said, "I can be a failure, but I can never lose my crown and go back to my old life!"
"Very good! To be successful, one must know how to sacrifice some people."
Sebastian patted Namor on the shoulder and praised him, "While Atlantis and the land world are still negotiating, let's just take out the ultimate weapon."
"Should I call the others?"
Namor asked.
"In the club, there are also some who are not firm enough in their stance. So to ensure the information isn't leaked, it should just be the two of us!"
Sebastian said quietly.
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After half a day of negotiation and tension, the two sides hadn't even finalized an initial intention to reach a consensus.
Neither side showed any eagerness.
The White House wanted to hold a peace summit -- the President and cabinet chose to agree and support Luke's proposal after seriously considering it.
Atlantis was like a whale lying on the beach, temporarily incapacitated.
But the strength and appetite of one person alone were unable to consume it cleanly.
At this time, a group of 'temporary allies' should be called.
As for Atlantis, they had no other ideas.
They just wanted to stall, stall hard!
Bad things were bound to happen, but it was better for it to be late than early!
As the night deepened, the hour hand on the wall pointed to 10 o'clock.
Luke, who had just finished an after-dinner workout at the Baxter Building in Manhattan, flew straight to his guest room at Ellis Island.
The suite he stayed in had a wonderful view, just in front of the Immigration Museum, and he could see the Statue of Liberty standing there when he opened the curtains.
'Establishing diplomacy, technology exchange and resource trade ... This was the bottom line of negotiations in the White House, and is a necessary condition to be able to bring those countries to the alliance front. '
Luke looked out at the huge statue under the night sky. The torch he held shone like a lighthouse.
It was a gift from the French to the United States for the centenary of independence and later became a New York landmark.
In those years when the tide of immigration prevailed, every time a passenger ship sailed into the port on the Hudson River, someone would always see the Statue of Liberty and then shout 'America!'
Then, the whole ship erupted in cheers and boisterous voices.
People pursued the so-called dream of freedom and set foot on the North American continent.
But for most of them, the so-called 'American Dream' was just a lie.
In America during the Great Depression, dreams were broken everywhere.
Even people jumping from the rooftop had to wait in line. For example, if you chose a landmark building or a Wall Street firm, you might have to wait an hour or two for your turn.
'I hope Namor is more foolish than I expect and is prepared to use his planetary weapons to deliver an annihilating attack -- a decision that would be enough to send Atlantis into the abyss. '
Luke stopped his hand just as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white shirt.
Although he hasn't started to learn magic yet, he sensed the fluctuations of space with the basic attributes granted by the card.
As expected, sparks of magic jumped and flickered, opening a circular passage.
"Ancient One, can you knock on the door when you come again next time? If I'm doing some exercise, I'm suddenly caught in the middle of it; I'm likely to be left with a trauma."
Luke stared at the shiny bald head and gently reminded the other party to pay attention to basic manners.
"Uh ..."
Ancient One frowned slightly; since she became a master of the arts, she hasn't walked through a door for many years.
"Sorry, let's start over."
The Sorcerer Supreme thought carefully for a while and thought that Luke made a good point. So she turned and walked into the circular passage where the magic sparks were dancing.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
Luke's mouth twitched; he didn't know what to say.
This Sorcerer Supreme was honest and frank.
When he opened the door, it was the Ancient One outside who had changed into a proper suit with a shiny head.
"I have consulted with several masters, and they all said that this is more formal."
With a smile, she loosened her tie and said, "Besides, I always make sure you're free every time I come over."
'So, you often peek into my private life with Window on the Worlds?'
Luke resisted his inner desire to spit and go to Kamar Taj. He had to study magic to block out the Sorcerer Supreme's invisible stares.
Otherwise, when playing in bed, he was afraid to go weak when he thought of someone watching suddenly.
He didn't have a bad habit of exposing his fetishes!
"Major General Cavill, you don't have to worry about that."
The Ancient One seemed to have guessed Luke's thoughts and explained, "Sorcerer Supremes doesn't have a bad habit of peeking. So we all took the initiative to put a special spell on the 'Window of the Worlds'."
"Even if you accidentally peek into your private life, the image will immediately become blurred; this is the request of the Trinity of Vishanti in response to the call of an unspoken being in the multidimensional world."
'What?'
'They can pixelate?'
Luke was shocked.
He could only say one thing, 'This is worthy of the Sorcerer Supreme!'
After finishing this boring topic, Luke sat on the soft sofa and smiled lightly, "If I remember correctly, didn't we just meet this morning? Can't you call me if there's something wrong?"
He took out a bottle of red wine that he had put in the ice bucket and poured himself a glass.
Then he looked up at the Ancient One. The other party shook her head, indicating that she had no habit of drinking.
"Even a master in the sanctuary should learn to keep pace with the times, and face-to-face communication and conversation would be abandoned by the times sooner or later. Therefore, I recommend Kamar Taj and Temple of the Three to purchase a batch of the latest mobile phones from SkyNet."
"Although the bad signal may be a thorny problem that's difficult to solve so soon, it should not affect the masters of the New York Sanctum. Trust me; it's a must-have item for home and travel!"
The Ancient One glanced at the large, bulky mobile phone on the table, but her heart didn't fluctuate.
She showed little interest in Luke's unconvincing sales promotion.
Generally speaking, masters prefer to keep pets such as crows, white doves, or wolf spirits to send messages.
Moreover, with the Sling Ring, even from the other side of the world, it only took a moment to cast a spell to travel to New York.
Quite convenient!
One might wonder how much money they could save on air travel expenses in a year.
"Major General, in our view, the confidentiality aspect of electronic products may not be high enough, and the risk of compromise is high."
The Ancient One explained.
She was interested in novel things, such as radio and television.
She often uses the 'Window of the Worlds' to watch movies and operas for free -- the ones that are in theaters.
The development of technology could change people's lives much more than magic.
"What is it that warranted a visit from Master Ancient One personally?"
Luke, who failed in a sale, took a sip of red wine and whispered, "Is there something wrong with Namor?"
The Ancient One, wearing a suit, sat opposite the Major General.
The Sorcerer Supreme tends to be neutral in appearance.
After changing into modern menswear, her gender was even more indistinguishable.
"Probably because of his mental guidance, Namor was persuaded by Sebastian Shaw."
The Ancient One said lightly.
Ever since the brainless and cheerless duo had the idea of activating the Continental Shelf Oscillator, they had been on her priority list of dangerous people to monitor.
Those two were hiding in the fortress and secretly talking, thinking they could fool everyone.
Unknown to anyone there, they took out the planetary weapon.
But they didn't expect that the Sorcerer Supreme would note their names down.
"As expected of Namor!"
Luke clapped his hands in admiration; this guy's ability to make things worse had never disappointed.
"So, what should we do next? Should S.H.I.E.L.D. intervene to stop the two madmen's plan to exterminate the world, or should we leave it to the Temple of the Three and let you handle it?"
The Ancient One shook her head and rejected the latter.
Unless necessary, Kamar Taj and the Temple of the Three were unwilling to reveal their existence.
"Major General Cavill, you don't have to pay attention to manners and humility at this time. S.H.I.E.L.D can't wait to make its debut, and you -- can kick Namor off the throne with momentum."
The Ancient One had already read the other party's mind and laughed, "Everything is in your plan! Are you saying that the famed Major General is willing to give credit to the Temple of the Three?"
"Ahem! I ... I just habitually asked. This is basic courtesy."
Luke cleared his throat and digressed, "I think, Master Ancient One, you know their specific location. Please tell me straight away."
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"Major General, what are you going to do?"
The Ancient One picked her eyebrows and asked curiously.
She sorts of understood Luke's character.
This unusually young Major General wasn't the least bit merciful to his enemies.
At least in the battles, he had experienced, very few opponents survived.
Therefore, according to the Ancient One's guess.
There was a high probability that the combination of brainless and cheerless would be hammered to death by Superman with one punch, and future trouble wouldn't appear.
"No matter what happens, Sebastian Shaw must die. "
Luke shook his glass and found that the half-drunk red wine rose slowly and quickly returned to its original height.
Unlimited refill?
Sorcerer Supremes liked to play this trick?
Perhaps Thor, the god from Asgard, would like Doctor Strange's never-ending cup of beer.
But Luke wasn't interested.
This was just a simple time cycle.
Drinking red wine empty, then back to the previous timeline. It looked like automatic refilling.
Even if Luke kept drinking it, he wouldn't feel like he had to go to the bathroom.
Because the red wine he drank had returned to the cup with the time-lapse.
So, he didn't drink anything!
When you think about it, it's a little disgusting.
"Namor? Are you going to let him go?"
Feeling Luke's sharp eyes seeing through everything, the Ancient One was a little embarrassed and quietly withdrew the time technique that she wanted to tease her opponent with.
"If Sebastian Shaw is a buzzing fly, he will be annoying. "
Luke shook his head.
He's not the Avengers.
Every time they saw Namor doing something, they would put it back, after, at most, one hit.
After a while, the other party would make a scene again, and then the Avengers would hit him again.
This repeating cycle would make people wonder whether Namor fell in love with the feeling of being beaten and deliberately made trouble.
"That, Namor is a spoiled child! He may not take the initiative to do anything bad, and sometimes he can stand on the side of justice and become a positive hero-like character. If you calm down and think, you will find that he is still a victim in this storm, manipulated like a puppet and turned into a terrible King. "
Luke put down his glass and continued, "But I hate spoiled children. "
"Moreover, everyone who makes mistakes in the world could find reasons to defend themselves. I don't have to forgive everyone... Don't you think so, Master Ancient One?"
The Ancient One caught a glimpse of the cold light flashing in Luke's eyes, shook her head, and sighed, " Major General, at this moment, you resemble the villain in movies. "
"As Sorcerer Supreme, it seems I should draw a line in the sand with you. "
Luke ignored the Ancient One's joke.
He believed that the Temple of the Three and Kamar Taj would not have any good feelings toward Namor.
How could an orderly organization guarantee peace on earth and prevent dimensional invasion like a chūnibyō who likes to go around causing trouble?
This was like an otaku who collects figures. They couldn't accept a spoiled child who only knows how to demolish homes and destroy toys.
If Luke was dealing with Captain America or the Avengers, the Sorcerer Supreme might have stepped in to stop it.
After all, these were the key figures in the future timeline.
Once they die completely, it may lead to unpredictable consequences.
If it were Namor, then it would be alright.
There was no sense of existence for this little character; the impact was very limited.
Namor is neither a villain nor a powerhouse from the Avengers, and his own side and position were very vague.
Atlantis' attitude towards this King was even more subtle.
No other organization can be relied upon except for the Illuminati, which creates emergencies and causes big events.
'I have to say, as one of the first superheroes in the history of Marvel and the first appearance of a mutant. However, once the big three came, Namor was indeed a bit pathetic.'
Compared with the studio next door, the only ability that people often trolled was 'being able to talk to fish' from the Sub-Mariner.
The treatment between the two sides could be described as heaven and earth.
The latter was still one of the seven giants of Justice League, with a beautiful wife and goddess mother.
"But before we can fix it, we have to get rid of the Continental Shelf Oscillator. "
The Ancient One had no problem with Luke punching Namor and Sebastian Shaw to death.
The Sorcerer Supreme wasn't a saint that couldn't see people kill and shed blood.
In fact, in her long life, destruction and death were the most common things.
"Give it to Kamar Taj for safekeeping?"
Luke asked a tentative question.
He wanted to put the Continental Shelf Oscillator in S.H.I.E.L.D as a strategic weapon against Asgard and other alien civilizations in the future.
Those people have the Rainbow Bridge and the Casket of Ancient Winters, so the earth can't lose!
"That isn't a magical item, and -- it's too big to fit in Kamar Taj. "
The Ancient One shook her head and refused. She wasn't interested in the Continental Shelf Oscillator.
Because the Sorcerer Supreme herself was the ultimate walking weapon!
"It looks like Namor will be here soon. "
The Ancient One flicked her finger, and a round window suddenly appeared in the spacious room.
The blurred picture gradually became clear.
Then, the image is projected into the living room.
"Master Ancient One ... you carry the Window of the Worlds with you?"
Luke was even more convinced that the bald master sitting across from him tended to peep.
"Ahem, never mind the details, Major General! You should focus on Namor and Sebastian Shaw."
The Ancient One turned red and changed the subject.
How could the Sorcerer Supreme, the sole leader of Kamar Taj, use a magic artifact to peek into other people's lives?!
She only used the 'Window of the Worlds' to freely watch movies and plays and for absolutely no other purpose!
Luke withdrew his skeptical eyes and looked at the projected real-time image.
It was the deep dark sea!
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"Your Majesty, are you sure you didn't disclose it to others?"
A shuttle-shaped flying boat pushes away the current and moves steadily in the given direction.
In the cockpit, there were only two people, Namor and Sebastian Shaw.
The latter was a little upset, not excited about reaching the goal, but felt a twinge of panic.
Outside was the deep, dark, cold ocean floor, and occasionally a huge beast from the deep swam by abruptly, causing frightening turbulence.
It's like a road to the nether world!
Sebastian thought so for no apparent reason.
"Mr. Shaw, don't worry. "
Namor nodded as he piloted the boat, "My people are a bunch of short-sighted, stuck-in-their-ways people. They won't understand my intentions and painstaking efforts. "
"So, I didn't tell anyone. It will only lead to opposition and impeachment!"
Hearing Namor say this, Sebastian gradually put down his worry and abandoned any unnecessary thoughts.
He looked at the course on the navigator and asked, "The target is approaching Ireland Island ... Your Majesty, what exactly is the planetary class weapon that Atlantis possesses?"
Namor pondered for a moment as if he was seriously remembering.
After a long time, he said with a little nostalgia, "I only received a brief royal education before being taken by my mother to live in the slums. "
"I heard my Mother mention the name 'Continental Shelf Oscillator' once inadvertently. Later, when I inherited the throne, I further confirmed its existence through ancient history books. "
"Strictly speaking, this ultimate weapon, which successive Kings regarded as taboo and not to be spoken of, was not owned by Atlantis. "
"It comes from the ancient gods! They are the ones who caused the great shifts in the Earth's plates that destroyed us and Lemurian civilization in one fell swoop. "
"In the eyes of many Atlanteans, it was a terrible nightmare that couldn't be forgotten! Therefore, the nobles were unwilling to communicate with the land world and even reluctant to develop science and technology. Tens of thousands of years have passed, and they are still staying as they are. "
"They fear that when Atlantis emerges and reaches the surface, the ancient gods will come back and destroy everything we have!"
Sebastian laughed when he heard this.
In this regard, he agreed with Namor.
Everyone thought that civilization should keep the possibility of upward development instead of blindly closing the country and following tradition.
That would only sacrifice the vigor and vitality of a civilization and a country.
"All I know is that the Continental Oscillator is huge -- not a weapon, but a device of some kind, to transform the planet. "
Namor recovered his complex emotions and reassured himself, "Perhaps it is not a Pandora's Box that brings destruction, but a spark for a civilization that could restart the world and nurture a new future!"
Sebastian didn't expose Namor's clumsy self-deceiving lies, and he had similar thoughts.
Use that planetary weapon to destroy an old world dominated by human beings and create new earth dominated by mutants.
Forty minutes later, the shuttle dived down to the dark seafloor and finally reached its destination.
"Here it is. "
A trace of eagerness rose in Namor's eyes, and he muttered, "That is ... the ultimate weapon left behind by the ancient gods!"
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In front of Namor and Sebastian Shaw, there was a giant island, similar to Atlantis.
There were huge buildings on it. But, unfortunately, the magnificent palace had long since collapsed into a crumbling ruin, deep in the ocean.
Only a few dozen sturdy stone pillars remain standing. They were the 'Pillars of Hercules,' which could trigger a defensive shield to defend against external enemies.
After tens of thousands of years and repeated erosion by the cold seawater, the engraved metal circuits and patterns on the surface had become indistinct and unrecognizable.
"This used to be the largest and most magnificent city in the land world. At its peak, tens of millions of people lived on the island until the day of destruction. "
"Its name has long been lost in history, even in ancient books, so the Atlanteans called it the Lost City. "
Namor walked down the lowered ramp from the cockpit, followed by Sebastian Shaw in his breathing equipment.
The latter was wearing suit-like armor, and a translucent energy field was opened around it to resist the terrible water pressure from all sides.
The two successfully set foot on the giant island and moved forward to the city's inner ring.
In ancient Atlantis, the architectural style was very atmospheric, similar to the ancient Greek style.
Most of them adopted huge stone pillars and ornate reliefs, with spacious space and good views.
The architectural layout paid attention to distinct classes, like concentric circles with one layer nested on top of another.
The inner-circle was a temple dedicated to the gods and the circle of noble people.
The outer layers were civilians and freemen.
Also, due to the different classes, there were strict regulations on building height.
The farther inside, the larger the ruins would be.
There were towering lighthouses that had collapsed and solemn temples with gold and silver gildings.
It wasn't difficult to see that Atlantis did have its peak.
It was a prehistoric civilization that ruled the earth together with the Lemurian civilization!
Unfortunately, before Atlantis could embark on their great journey to the stars, they didn't even make it out of the novice village before they were dealt with a devastating blow by the Celestials, a group of top-tier big boys.
In the end, they had no choice but to delete the account and start over, changing from a land-based civilization to a marine civilization.
"What's that?"
As they went deeper and deeper, many large sea creatures made waves and lurked in the shadows.
Sebastian was a little nervous. The deep-sea wasn't his main battlefield.
If they encountered an enemy, Namor might not be able to protect him.
"The guardian of the lost city. This is their territory now. We are ... intruders."
Namor waved his hand, indicating to Sebastian that there was no need to be nervous.
As the king of Atlantis, he could communicate spiritually with marine life.
Namor's mouth soundlessly moved as if he were saying a mouthful of incantations.
The invisible waves spread out along the sea.
Guru! Guru!
A few moments later, the beast in the lead exhaled a series of air bubbles as if in response.
Then, they seemed to regain their calmness and retreated to their dark nests.
"The ultimate weapon is located in the underground corridor. The previous Kings of Atlantis never thought of using it and thought it would never be used again. So, they sealed it in the Lost City and left it to be guarded by sea creatures. "
Namor took Sebastian to the largest ruin in the city.
This was once the supreme temple dedicated to the god of the sea; now it was deserted; hadn't seen any visitors for a long time.
"I'm forced to do this. I hope the forefathers of Atlantis and my Mother would understand. "
After comforting himself, Namor started the mechanism.
Rumble!
The ground was shaking.
The ground of the highest temple slowly sank. The sound of gears clenching and machinery rotating all together turned into a booming concerto.
The sea became turbid all of a sudden, and a large amount of mud and dust was stirred up, forming numerous small whirlpools.
The still standing Pillar of Hercules moved its position and struck the last note.
The ultimate weapon, sealed in the underground corridor and unseen for tens of thousands of years, was finally exposed to the eyes of the two men.
Sebastian's eyes were wide open, holding his breath.
He was shocked by this huge 'machine'!
The seamless metal shell revealed a cold, hard, solid feeling.
Roughly estimated, it was about 2,000 feet (over 600 meters).
If it were placed upright instead of lying on the ground, it would be half as tall as the Empire State Building in New York.
A giant weapon of this size was incredible!
"Is this a planetary weapon?"
Sebastian took a deep breath. His voice seemed a little stuffy because he was wearing the breathing equipment.
"Yes, this is the Continental Shelf Oscillator! A terrible existence that could destroy the world!"
Namor nodded vigorously.
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"Is this a planetary weapon?"
Luke, who was far away in Ellis Island, was shocked and rarely lost his cool.
The look on his face, as if he wanted to blurt out the phrase 'shit!' out.
That's because Luke knew about this thing!
Or, to be more precise, he saw it in the comics before crossing!
"That's it. Although I didn't witness the glorious history of tens of thousands of years ago, Kamar Taj has records of the Continental Shelf Oscillators. It's consistent with those described in the book. "
The Ancient One nodded and confirmed.
As an observer of the timeline, she also had limits.
The Sorcerer Supreme used the Eye of Agamotto to trace back to the oldest era, at the final battle between the Dark Elves and Asgard.
It was the most turbulent time in the Nine Realms, and Odin, the Allfather, the King of the Gods, hadn't succeeded the throne.
The leader of Asgard was his father, King Bor.
The Celestials destroyed the two major civilizations, Atlantis and Lemuria, which was a special period.
There were endless kinds of ancient gods. It could be described as having Allfathers everywhere. He wasn't a single cosmic dimension God; he would be embarrassed to greet people when he goes out.
Even the Sorcerer Supreme had never ventured into the ancient times when the Eternals and the Deviants, the ancient gods, and the primitive humans lived together.
'But this is the armor of a Celestial ...'
Luke was silent and thought to himself.
The Celestials are one of the first intelligent races born in the universe and are an unknown immaterial conscious-energy being with no specific shape or appearance.
Therefore, they all wore giant armor made of metal.
The most common image of the majestic being was a steel form over 2000 feet tall.
Luke was impressed by this, so when he saw Namor open the mechanism and take out the ultimate weapon.
He immediately recognized that it was not a Continental Shelf Oscillator at all.
But when you think about it, the Atlanteans weren't wrong.
It had the terrifying power to sink continents and destroy planets.
After all, each Celestial possesses the power that went beyond the level of the Allfather.
If released, not to mention the North American continent, even the earth would suffer.
"Master Ancient One, do you know how to ... operate the planetary class weapon?"
Luke couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth, admiring the brains of the Atlanteans for using a Celestial's armor as the ultimate weapon.
Its real function should be to prevent cosmic energy from leaking out and causing unpredictable and terrible effects.
"In ancient times, Atlantis had a good understanding of how to use the energy of the universe. "
Like an encyclopedia with rich knowledge, the Ancient One casually said, "They have developed a brand-new energy system, which uses unknown substances similar to crystal glass to absorb solar energy. In the Lost City, you can see, there used to be a Solar Palace in the inner ring, which is the central energy source of Atlantis. "
Hearing this, Luke's eyes lit up.
Absorbing solar energy?
It's not a coincidence!
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"Uh ..."
Looking at Luke with bright eyes, the Ancient One ruthlessly broke the other's fantasy.
"Atlantis submerged from the surface of the land for nearly 10,000 years; the center of energy source was once built and has long since been reduced to rubble and destroyed."
The Sorcerer Supreme's blow didn't make Luke feel depressed.
He waved his hand to show that it wasn't a big problem.
If they could get specific blueprints or related technologies from Atlantis, Howard could completely duplicate one.
He believed that his genius brain was enough to ignore the existence of technical barriers.
'So, how is Namor going to start it up?'
Luke frowned slightly and thought of this problem.
The height of the giant armor was equivalent to that of two Empire State Buildings; even though it was different in materials, it couldn't be compared with reinforced concrete.
But no matter how you say it, the weight wasn't far off.
Namor won't be able to carry this big guy!
"This is why I have waited until now."
The Ancient One shrugged her shoulders and frankly said, "I'm curious too, so I wanted to know the answer."
"I thought you had everything under control, so there was no hurry ..."
Luke subconsciously wanted to spit.
Compared with the harsh and rigid image of the Sorcerer Supreme in the comics, this one seemed to be much more cheerful, somewhat informal, free, and relaxed.
The Major General's attitude had changed from awe and respect at the beginning to relaxed and calmness.
"As a Sorcerer Supreme, I have read many books, seen many things, and experienced wonderful things that many people have never experienced in their whole lives ... but I'm not an omniscient and omnipotent God."
The Ancient One was very honest and confidently said, "Besides, knowledge is a part of life, a way of looking at everything in the world. Not an ornament for a lofty image, an arrogant reason for superiority."
"There is no shame in not knowing the answer to a question."
"Worthy of the title Sorcerer Supreme, your ideological level is different from ordinary people."
Luke quipped insincerely.
If it was the father and son of the Stark family, especially Iron Man, who was cursed by knowledge,
They distinguished between ordinary people and geniuses by their ability to communicate normally with them.
For example, when talking about nuclear submarines, Captain America expressed his confusion.
According to Howard's judgment, the guy could only be classified into the primate group.
This included the Generals of the Department of Defense, the Pentagon's military leaders, and all the ordinary people who couldn't comprehend a bit of simple physics.
As the Invisible Woman said about Mr. Fantastic, the best way to get the attention of a genius nerd was to talk to him about quantum mechanics.
"Then, Master Ancient One, are you going to open a portal and let me get rid of those two unlucky guys who think they haven't been discovered yet?"
Luke rubbed his hands as if he couldn't wait.
"That's a good idea."
The Ancient One nodded in agreement.
The world's disputes were left to S.H.I.E.L.D. She was merely a spectator and incidentally could join in the fun a bit.
Staying in Kamar Taj all day long in the isolated world, dealing with Dormammu from the dark dimension to collect debts, was quite boring.
And the young Major General was good at giving people something interesting to watch.
"It's just--"
The Ancient One paused, looked at the giant 2,000 feet armor in the picture, and asked curiously, "When Namor starts the ultimate weapon, can you dispose of it quickly?"
"The workings of the Continental Shelf Oscillator is probably to consume matter at an alarming rate, thus forming a giant void and releasing energy immediately afterward... According to the ancient records from Kamar Taj, the whole process will last for 4 hours and can't be stopped."
Luke raised an eyebrow, thought for a moment, and then asked, "So how long is the interval from activation to operation?"
He seemed to understand why the Atlanteans would use a Celestial's armor as a so-called Continental Shelf Oscillator.
By creating a large-scale gravitational field to absorb matter and then releasing it violently, an unimaginable explosion was formed, and sinking the North American continent wouldn't be a hard thing to do.
Moreover, the seismic reaction could create an amplification phenomenon similar to the 'reverberation effect,' resulting in extremely serious earthquakes and tsunamis.
'I can imagine it being used like this ...'
Luke's mind shifted, and he couldn't help but be impressed by the imagination and creativity of the Atlanteans.
'Or perhaps this was the correct way to use it?'
"Less than 10 seconds."
The Ancient One answered.
With the Eye of Agamotto's ability to rewind, she wasn't worried about any horrible consequences that would be difficult to put an end to.
Now that Luke won the bet, he was qualified for further study in Karma Taj.
In addition, after this incident, Temple of the Three might have a degree of cooperation and communication with S.H.I.E.L.D.
The Ancient One thought it was necessary to give this Major General some tests.
"I have a bold idea."
After a moment of thought, Luke looked at the blade master in the suit and tie. The corners of his mouth picked up a smile.
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"Do you want to switch it on right now?"
Namor stood in front of the so-called 'ultimate weapon,' as small as an ant.
If he hadn't known how to use it, he would have looked like Sebastian Shaw; like an ant surveying a giant whale, not being able to do anything about it.
"Don't be so eager. The consequences caused by the Continental Shelf Oscillator are extremely serious. We should summon a group of 'righteous people' in advance. Let them board 'Noah's Ark' before cleansing the sinful world, just as God sent the flood of destruction."
Sebastian rolled his eyes. His idea was to gather enough mutants to hide in a safe place.
Then, with Namor's help, send a warning to the world.
If the negotiation were unsuccessful, they would use the Continental Shelf Oscillator to sink the North American continent.
Having seen a fraction of the power of a planetary weapon, it was only natural for humans to feel fear.
This was just like what happened with the Third Reich, which took over the European countries using blitzkrieg, establishing the Axis as a centralized power.
Sebastian thought he would do a better job than the Führer, who didn't have such a great weapon as a Continental Shelf Oscillator at his disposal.
"Bring it back ..."
Namor looked at the massive and cold 'weapon' and pulled out a six-sided translucent crystal from his pocket.
This was the key to starting the Continental Shelf Oscillator, which could stimulate the energy system inside.
After that, he would be able to pilot this ultimate weapon like a spaceship.
After a few minutes, the giant armor, which was lying motionless, glowed with soft light.
The energy started to flow along the circuit and was about to be successfully powered.
Just when Namor was excited, a spark of magic suddenly appeared in the deep, dark depths of the sea.
Zi Zi Zi! Zi Zi Zi!
As if cutting through space, invisible waves ripple slightly as the circular passage slowly opens.
"Are you both surprised?"
Luke smiled as he stepped out of it, turning on his bio-force field to discharge the coming seawater.
The terrifyingly powerful water pressure imposed an invisible weight on him.
From all sides, it squeezed and pounded every fiber of muscle.
The Major General remained calm and comfortable, not feeling the slightest bit of pressure.
"We finally met, Mr. Shaw."
Looking at the dumbfounded Sebastian-Shaw and the shocked Namor, Luke smiled kindly, "Life always has its ups and downs, and a fall just before success is the worst feeling, isn't it?"
"I didn't tell anyone ..."
Namor's eyes were filled with confusion as he subconsciously looked at Sebastian Shaw.
He couldn't figure out how Superman appeared.
The other party should be in Liberty Island at this time!
If there was a mole, excluding himself, it could only be Mr. Shaw!
Sebastian also looked at Namor with suspicion. This guy had always been unreliable; he might have leaked information.
"I'm in a hurry, so I'll settle the old scores with you two later."
Luke didn't bother to say much and lifted his right arm. Around his wrist was a ring of emerald green light woven into a circle.
'Smash the World!'
(TNote: Luke is invoking Dio's 'The World', a Chinese meme from 'JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.')
He shouted silently.
The second the thought occurred, the flow of time stopped.
Under the deep sea, on this giant island, it looked as if someone had pressed the pause button.
Even the water was frozen in place, not to mention Namor and Sebastian Shaw.
They stood there like realistic statues, frozen. The expressions on their faces reflected shock, confusion, and a hint of fear.
Luke took a step, and the bio-force field unfolded completely.
Trying to wrap the Celestial armor lying across the island, covering half of the city's inner ring.
'It's not that wide, but it's enough. '
Luke stretched out both arms, propped them upward, and held the giant armor steady on his shoulders.
'One!'
He counted down silently.
Time was suspended for only 9 seconds.
If Namor and Sebastian Shaw were allowed to resume their actions, they wouldn't sit idly by while Celestial armor was taken away.
'Two!'
Luke's arms swelled with muscles, and his veins popped up.
His tall body was like an erupting active volcano, gushing out a terrifyingly powerful force.
Boom, boom, boom!
Clear cracks appeared on the ground, spreading like cobwebs.
Three!
Luke's foothold caved in.
Only the giant armor was still standing still.
After the second card upgrade, his power was growing at an alarming rate every day.
Before, he could only push the aircraft carrier. Now, he could lift it with one hand.
This shows how fast the Superman card had grown.
The scariest part was that this was far from Luke's limit.
Now, he tried his best to lift this giant armor.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Seven.
As far as Luke was concerned, he had never felt that the flow of time would be this slow.
Every muscle fiber was being squeezed out of strength, and the solar energy accumulated in his body poured out like a flood that broke the dam.
The terrifying force even formed a gravitational field similar to that of a celestial body, tugging at the frozen seawater.
'Get up!'
At the eighth second, the giant armor finally moved.
Due to the suspension of time, the dust wafted slowly, and the seawater around it was stirred like a semi-solidified liquid, showing a strange visual phenomenon.
The magic sparks were beating, and a circular passage that was enough to accommodate the giant armor was quickly opened.
With droplets of sweat pouring from his forehead, it was as if Luke was on the verge of his limit, struggling to lift the enormous armor, which was incredibly heavy.
With every step, the earth wailed.
Nine!
Time flowed again.
Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom!!
The deep and dark seabed looked as if it had just experienced a terrible earthquake. The island roared, and vast ruins collapsed.
A violent upwelling of dust, water stirring violently as it moved after freezing,
Namor and Sebastian Shaw, who had regained their ability to think, gazed blankly at the open space in front of them.
'Where's the ultimate weapon?!'
How could such a massive planetary weapon disappear!?!
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"What happened?"
On Namor's head, a series of question marks appeared.
He hadn't figured out the situation yet, let alone realize that he lost nine precious seconds in his tragic and short life.
"It's possible that ... Superman is behind this! We may all be compromised!"
Sebastian frowned and found that things weren't simple.
The grim and nasty face showed a look of shock.
He was more experienced than Namor; he quickly perceived that something was wrong.
The clear picture remembered in his mind, as if a paragraph had been deleted, couldn't connect at all.
At the last moment, Superman suddenly appeared and raised his right arm.
The next second, the other party disappeared, and the Continental Shelf Oscillator vanished into thin air.
This was too bizarre!
It's like someone stole everything that happened during this time from them!
"Your Majesty, let's leave as soon as possible!"
Sebastian was clear-headed and immediately persuaded Namor to run away.
Although he didn't know where the giant planetary weapon went,
But one thing was certain, even if he joined hands with Namor, he might not be able to stop Superman's attack.
Especially in the deep sea, Sebastian wore a diving suit and had difficulty moving. There was no real strength to show.
Once fighting broke out, Namor might not be able to protect him.
Therefore, Sebastian subconsciously proposed to retreat.
Anyway, preserving his own life was more important.
This was his way of being secure!
"Just abandon the ultimate weapon of Atlantis?"
How could the young and energetic Namor understand Sebastian's bizarre and prudent ideas?
"Mr. Shaw, we can't escape anymore. It's time to summon up courage and face the threat of Superman!"
"He is indeed the most powerful land person I have ever seen, but you are not inferior to your opponent - the Black King of the Hellfire Club, an Alpha-level mutant!"
"Together with the royal bloodline of Atlantis, a mutant who is also Alpha level, a strong combination, won't we be able to resist Superman?!"
"He is not a God!"
Sebastian looked at Namor, who was in the heat of the moment and laughed a little.
At this moment, his mood was extremely complicated.
When confronted with Namor's questioning, Sebastian was eager to enlighten him.
'Last time, you held a golden trident and summoned the Kraken, but you failed to defeat Superman.'
'Now that you are unarmed and have no other cards at hand, you want to deliver your head to the other party?'
'Why did I choose such a muscle-brained idiot as an ally?'
Sebastian had a bitter feeling in his heart that he couldn't say. Currently, they were the odd couple without any tacit understanding.
Clearly, one side had already said that it was necessary to go back to the city, replenish their condition and then come back to fight a latter-day.
But the iron-headed teammate beside him wanted to force his way through the tower in front of him, ready to take on a wave of the well-developed squad with only a few pieces of basic equipment.
If he used his head a little, he would know that nothing good awaits.
"Your Majesty, we ..."
Sebastian was trying to explain with a few words but saw the magic sparks jump endlessly.
The Sorcerer Supreme, far away in Ellis Island, was like an excellent assistant, cutting the space and opening the passage in time.
"I think I heard someone mention my name behind my back?"
Luke returned to the Lost City of Atlantis with a gentle smile on his lips.
The giant armor left by the Celestials was temporarily thrown aside by him.
On this planet, he was sure that no one else could move it except for him.
Magneto?
He was still an orphan who had just lost his parents.
Captain Marvel?
The cold war hadn't even started yet.
Project P.E.G.A.S.U.S hadn't even formed a shadow.
"Long time no see, Your Majesty."
Luke looked at the angry and hot-blooded Namor.
He had no intention of talking nonsense and directly extended his right hand.
His palm spread out and hooked it forward.
Obvious provocation!
"It's time to settle the score between us."
Namor never had complicated thoughts. When he encounters a problem, he will lead with his fist and rush to finish it.
At least he was the King of Atlantis. But, unfortunately, he wasn't as steady as Sebastian, nor could he swallow his anger.
Boom!
In Namor's heart, there was a burning will to fight.
With a heavy stomp of his foot, gravel splashed from the densely cracked ancient island floor.
A powerful punch, straight to Luke's face,
For Namor, the seabed was his main battlefield.
The terrible water pressure and water flow hinders movement and slows down speed.
To Namor, who is the descendant of the royal family of Atlantis, they weren't burdens at all.
On the other hand, Superman needed to turn on the bio-force field at all times to resist water pressure and divert water flow.
Therefore, compared with the battle over the Atlantic Ocean, he had the more geographical advantage this time!
Bang!
Luke didn't panic; the bio-force field was in full swing.
The whole person was like a small celestial body, emitting a terrifying aura.
The footing collapsed and shattered, debris floated, and the dust rolled.
Namor's fist hadn't approached Luke yet; it seems to have hit an iron wall.
The surging recoil force spread along his arm and all over his body.
Namor felt as if he had been punched by himself. His whole body felt sore.
For a while, it was extremely painful!
"Your Majesty, how long has it been since I saw you? The gap between us seems to be getting bigger and bigger."
Luke, the villain, inflicted physical damage on Namor and carried out a mental onslaught.
The full-scale bio-force wrapped around Namor in a rigid state,
The latter instantly felt as if he was in a sticky swamp with heavy shackles on his back.
Compared to Superman's straightforward, rampage fighting style.
After Luke upgraded the card, he focused on developing skills.
However, he grouped the basic operation of shaving with Heat Vision for the time being.
Boom!
Luke's right leg kicked Namor's chest.
Like a cruise missile was exploding.
The terrifying force ripped through the dense muscles that could block bullets and crushed the steel-like hard bones.
Crack!
The unmistakable sound of bones shattering.
Namor, like a solid shell with sufficient strength, flew backward with a jerk.
A few threads of crimson blood flowed in the turbulent water.
Namor, whose sternum had collapsed and who was vomiting blood, crashed through the ruined buildings one after another, shaking up a huge cloud of dust.
Luke cracked his neck as if he had finished warming up.
Boom!
There was another explosion.
Luke was like a jet plane launching from a catapult, with a bio-force field to disperse the raging seawater.
With just a few sprints, he approached Namor, who was struggling to get up in an instant.
Those brick columns that survived from ancient times, like paper, were all smashed into rubble residue.
"Unlucky guy, you think Sebastian Shaw considers you as a compatriot?"
Luke stomped his foot down and trampled Namor, who had risen to his feet, right back down.
The giant island of the Lost City rumbled and shook.
Huge sea animals dormant in the darkness, like frightened birds, jumped out in droves.
"The only thing he would ever let you do was to let you take the blame and the trouble, while the Hellfire Club and he hid behind the scenes and watched the situation unfold."
Luke picked up Namor, who had been knocked to the ground by several punches with one hand, and a trace of coldness flickered in his eyes. He whispered, "You have lost the trust of your people, lost the glory of a King, and will soon lose … your future!"
He raised the unresisting Namor with both arms and lifted his knees upwards.
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Crack!
A harsh noise sounded.
Bane's skill card, which hadn't been used for a long time, was finally applied to Namor.
It can also be said that this Sea King in the Marvel world had experienced what happened to Batman from the studio next door.
"Ahhhhh!!"
Namor made a terrible cry.
He could feel the spinal column supporting his back-breaking.
It was as if his whole body was forcibly folded in half!
The pain was so terrible that it instantly exploded in his brain.
His chest collapsed like the wind was knocked right out of him.
Namor spurted blood while suffering from the terrible pain that spread throughout his body.
The fierce battle spirit originally ignited in his heart disappeared instantly as if it was splashed with cold water.
"Our grudge is settled."
Throwing down Namor, Luke spoke without expression.
At this moment, he didn't feel the need to justify his actions or say any grand words that would gain him the moral high ground.
Compared to those villains and evildoers, the only difference between Luke and them was that he had a clear understanding of himself.
'I'm not Clark Kent, and I'm not going to be a bright lighthouse shining on the world. Because that comes at a huge cost, even a sacrifice when necessary. '
Luke thought silently. Expecting a passer-by with Superman powers to quickly become a hero for justice like Superman was unrealistic.
What's more, he was a pragmatist.
He always believed that outstanding villains were always much more efficient in their work than superheroes.
The latter would always encounter insurmountable dilemmas similar to the Trolley Problem and thus fall into the repetitive questioning of their morality.
This was their greatest weakness.
Why couldn't Batman beat a clown?
That's just because he didn't want to lower his moral boundaries and allow himself to slip down to the same level as his arch-enemy.
Gamblers with the same chips, equal abilities, and rules would always lose to unscrupulous speculators.
Luke believed that if the clown were locked up with the Punisher, it would ensure that Gotham's Prince of Crime would be restrained a bit.
'So, to deal with a guy like you, sometimes you have to use someone like me. '
The Major General smiled lightly and looked down at Namor, who lost even worse than last time.
"Ho ho ... I never thought I would lose to a land dweller -- twice!"
Namor 'hissed' and fell to the ground, unable to stand up.
"In the Atlantean tradition, the loser's life should be left to the victor. Come on! Send me back to the embrace of the God of the Sea!"
Perhaps the obvious stabbing pain that went deep into his bones made the young King of Atlantis gradually get rid of the chuuni thoughts in his brain.
He tried to hold his head high and close his eyes.
He is making a solemn and stirring expression, ready to die bravely and meet his death.
At this time, Namor finally looked like the King of a country.
"The personal vendetta between us has been settled."
Luke said meaningfully, "As a Major General of the land world, if I personally kill the King of Atlantis; wouldn't it be the same as actively causing a war between the two worlds? "
Namor opened his eyes and asked with some doubts, "Are you going to let me go? This isn't how Superman does things."
After several contacts, he probably knew this Major General's true face.
What pacifists? What war hero? That's all propaganda.
The other party carried coldness and indifference in his bones, never leaving his enemies intact.
"Namor McKenzie, you are now under arrest for attempting to destroy the world, destroying the diplomatic relations between Atlantis and the land world, and attempting to launch a civil war, causing a massacre on a very large scale."
Luke, like an impartial judge, counted Namor's 'crimes' and finalized the conclusion.
"What awaits you will be the joint trial from Atlantis and the land world."
"You fucking bastard! I will not be judged! I am the King!"
Namor vomited a mouthful of blood and glared at Superman, who looked down on him.
He was under the illusion that Luke was ready to let himself go out of respect for the lifelong archrival.
As a result, he was instantly mercilessly beaten in the face by the other party.
Bam! Bam!
Luke spread out his hands and seriously said, "No matter whether you fail or make mistakes, you must be punished. It makes sense, doesn't it?"
Ignoring Namor's resentment, he snapped his fingers and shouted into the air, "Master Ancient One Master, open the door, please."
When his voice fell, a spark of magic cut through space.
Namor, whose spine was broken and couldn't get back up, vanished and was thrown away by the Ancient One.
"One done, one to go."
Luke rubbed his fist, and he looked toward where Sebastian Shaw was once more.
Namor was a top player with a high level of attack and hit points. So naturally, there was no room for resistance when he ran into Superman, who was a few steps ahead of him.
But that Hellfire Club's Black King was different. The energy absorption, and ambient energy conversion, belonged to the tricky type that became more and more violent.
In the original timeline, Magneto and Professor X joined forces and defeated him when he was unprepared.
"Where is he?"
Luke swept past with supervision but didn't find Sebastian Shaw.
His gaze was like a radar, enveloping the Lost City, not even missing the smallest aperture.
"Ran away ...? Master Ancient One, please open another door."
Luke didn't panic; he had the strongest assistant on earth, the Sorcerer Supreme.
When the full map view was opened, no matter where Sebastian-Shaw escaped, he could catch up.
Hearing Luke's call and witnessing everything with the 'Window of the Worlds,' Sorcerer Supreme opened the path quite cooperatively.
"I had no idea that Sebastian Shaw was also associated with her."
The Ancient One, who stayed on Ellis Island, lamented. She made use of Temple of the Three's space-time control to achieve ultra-long-range spell casting to open the door for Luke with ease.
"Dark Priestess, Selene! She also joined the Hellfire Club."
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London, England.
Sebastian, who fell awkwardly on the carpet, quickly took off his heavy diving suit.
At this time, he was in a villa in the metropolitan area.
From the deep Atlantic Ocean to London, it was no wonder that Luke couldn't find him with his supervision.
"Go and inform Mr. Essex! Superman defeated Namor and will probably continue to hunt me down! Therefore, we must find a way to solve this problem!"
Sebastian was nervous and completely lost his usual calm demeanor.
Namor had already suffered from the pain of his broken back, and he didn't want to follow in his pawn's footsteps.
If not for the early opportunity to see the signs of defeat in his teammate and hastened to call for help, he would have been pushed to the ground and thrashed by Superman.
"Superman? ... How did you get in his way?"
A feminine voice with a hint of charm echoed in the room.
The helper who saved Sebastian Shaw was an enchanting woman sitting on a high back chair.
She had waist-length black hair and was draped in a vintage robe.
The way she moved her hands exuded an amazing allure.
Selene!
The Black Queen of the Hellfire Club!
Also, a powerful witch!
"Essex is too busy working on his clone technology to help you with your problem."
Selene, the Black Queen, covered her mouth and smiled lightly, not afraid of angering Sebastian Shaw.
"By the way, Shaw. This rescue isn't free assistance; remember to pay a reasonable reward."
The 'Essex' in her mouth was none other than the mutant 'Mister Sinister.'
"At this time, still mentioning ... forget it! You have no idea how serious this is; I want to talk to Essex directly!"
Sebastian was very annoyed. He had no sense of security now, and he was always worried that Superman would suddenly drop from the sky.
Mister Sinister must awaken the mutant god once and for all!
So, he thought.
Zi Zi! Zi Zi!
Magic sparks suddenly appeared, drawing a circular passage. A cold voice came out of it --
"No one can save you today, Shaw."
Sebastian looked horrified. He didn't expect Superman to come so soon.
When the words fell, the turbulent airflow, like an explosive roar, poured out from the circular pathway!
That imposing tall figure appeared in the room!
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