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Chapter 391 Two farm tools come together to plot
The glacier is crumbling.

The revived undead army, like evil spirits crawling out of hell, roared and attacked Alan and the others.

The number of undead filled the passage to the ocean.

Black Manta has already led his surviving men to escape. The frogmen jumped directly into the sea. The Desperate Warriors dived in the submersible and quickly returned to the submarine.

boom!
Suddenly, a piece of solid ice fell, killing hundreds of undead in an instant.

More undead followed suit and launched the attack without fear of death.

Namor watched his enemy escape with an unwilling look on his face, but he could do nothing but watch.

It would probably take a lot of time to clear out the undead and carve out a path, and there would be no time to stop them.

"gone."

Alan raised his hand and a portal was formed.

Obviously, he doesn't want to waste time here.

Then, the four returned to Arkham Fortress.

"Alan, were you able to use space magic to get past the undead just now?"

After returning to a safe environment, Namor regained his composure and realized that Eren intended to let him go.

Apparently a portal was just beyond the undead horde.

"I don't think I can beat him, so I can only let him go for now." Alan said calmly without caring.

As for the problem of the Undead Army, it must be buried deep under the glacier.

Besides, without any experience to gain from the new profession, he was too lazy to spend any more time.

"Yes, we can't act rashly." T'Challa agreed.

They were trapped by the Dark Trident's simple attack. It was hard to imagine how terrifying its true power would be.

Allen said bluntly: "I talked so much to the black guy, and quietly used the spell I created, but he didn't react at all. The only explanation is that he is immune to magic."

In short, Alan's magical power is not high enough to hurt the black manta ray that is endowed with the power of the evil god.

Therefore, it can be concluded that the source of the Dark Trident's power is a very terrifying existence, at least one of the most advanced among the dimensional lords.

After all, Allen's magic comes from Husky.

Today, Erha is also ranked as a dimensional lord, but unfortunately his ranking is very low.

"Are we just going to give up?" Namor asked unwillingly.

With more than a hundred lives of his tribesmen dead, it was impossible for him to turn the page easily.

"It is impossible to give up. I will never give up in my entire life."

Allen raised his eyebrows and said confidently, "The little black guy might ask Aquaman to avenge the old black guy. I will call for help right now."

"dense."

"I'm here."

"Contact Om for me." Alan ordered.

Unita responded calmly, "Okay."

Ocean Lord Om is on vacation on a beach in Hawaii.

At this moment, he was wearing a floral shirt and shorts, holding a hamburger in his hand, and a cockroach just happened to crawl by.

Subconsciously holding down Xiaoqiang, Om took a closer look, happily put it into the burger, and took a big bite with relish.

Crunchy, chicken flavor.

While chewing, Om nodded in satisfaction.

At this moment, the screen of the mobile phone next to me lit up, and an unfamiliar number requested a video call.

connected.

A face filled the screen, watching with a furtive look.

"Is it Om?"

A familiar voice came from the phone, but he couldn't remember who it was.

"Who are you?" Om asked.

Allen pulled away the camera, waved and said hello: "It's been a long time since we last met. Did you miss me?"

"Alan, are you okay?" Om asked puzzledly.

There is no such thing as a visit without a request. Since he joined the Sky Eye Society, he has basically had no contact with the other party, and even the original Midnight Bully team has fallen apart.

But Om had long since left the official organization and was wandering alone in human society. "The organization needs you."

"..."

……

The Black Manta Pirates hiding in the deep sea were not in a hurry to attack Atlantis.

Since David had only recently obtained the Dark Trident, he had not yet fully adapted to its power.

It takes a little time to get used to the feel of it.

Of course, it doesn’t take long to truly master it.

David was just afraid of the invasion of consciousness brought by the Dark Trident.

After only using the power of the evil god twice, he could clearly feel the desire for killing taking over his brain.

The pure desire for destruction seems to bring death to the entire world.

So, instead of fighting against the four enemies head-on, he chose to retreat.

David always had one goal in mind, to make Aquaman pay with blood.

If he were in Atlantis, he could kill endlessly. After all, in pursuit of revenge, he would not hesitate to destroy the entire sea race.

“This is the artifact.”

The desire in Killian's eyes was hard to hide.

No one would want to possess supreme power and ascend the throne of the king of the world.

"I advise you to put away your inappropriate thoughts."

David warned meaningfully: "I don't mind having another army of undead."

I have initially tried out the two abilities of the Dark Trident, one is to control the dead and transform them into undead, the other is to release the black tide to control the target.

Among them, there are many abilities that have never been used.

For example, enhancing physical fitness and summoning evil creatures from the deep sea.

There is no doubt that the Dark Trident is the opposite of the Golden Trident.

"You're worrying too much."

Killian said respectfully, "I don't want to disrupt the cooperation."

"hope so."

David nodded calmly and ordered the sailor, "Help me connect to the Golden Leopard."

It was normal for him and Eric to meet.

On the surface, Eric had an official identity, but secretly he had been engaged in shady activities, so they got to know each other after a few visits.

In particular, David sometimes received private work from America.

For example, sneak attacking a certain country's warships, deliberately framing another country to provoke a war, or looting high-value trade freighters, all of which require support from America's intelligence system.

How could he, a pirate leader, have accurate information?

Moreover, they are both black and both bear the hatred of their fathers being murdered. They can sympathize with each other and have a very close relationship in private.

Naturally, David knew that Eric's enemy was the Black Panther, so he took the opportunity to recruit the other party as external aid to ensure that his plan would be foolproof.

"Brother, how have you been lately?"

Once the communication was connected, Eric greeted warmly.

He had achieved his revenge and looked very high-spirited, but he was busy clearing up things in Wakanda.

Controlling an entire country brings supreme power, which makes him obsessed.

"Brother, I saw the Black Panther." David said straight to the point.

"How is that possible? I killed T'Challa myself."

In the picture, Eric, who was originally sitting on the throne, immediately stood up uncomfortably.

David told him everything that had happened, and he had no choice but to believe it.

Just because the information from Allen and others matched, the news that T'Challa is alive has been confirmed.

"I can't let him live."

Eric's tone was filled with murderous intent: "He could threaten my throne if he were still alive."

Among the many tribes in Wakanda, nearly half still support T'Challa, and the queen has been uniting the tribes, which is a hidden danger that threatens him.

(End of this chapter)