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Chapter 400 I just completely released all my passion on your friend.

Arthur's negotiations with the Trench failed, and he was ambushed by the Trench's hidden hand.

Fortunately, Du Mu intervened in time, successfully repelling the Trench tribe and rescuing Arthur.

Perhaps Arthur's brain was severely damaged during the sneak attack, and after the paralysis wore off, he mistook his savior Du Mu for the murderer who attacked him.

Du Mu had no choice but to use electroconvulsive therapy to help Arthur regain his original memories.

After several courses of treatment, the effects were immediately noticeable.

Arthur finally regained his memory and remembered that the killer who attacked him was a Trench tribesman. He wept bitterly and thanked Du Mu for saving his life.

"Du Mu, you saved me, and I actually mistook you for the murderer! I deserve to die!"

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm a very magnanimous person and I never hold grudges."

"You're such a kind person!"

The two chatted back and forth, creating a harmonious atmosphere. The misunderstanding from earlier was quickly resolved, and they became trusting teammates again.

Meira:

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These two must have some serious illness, right?

Anyone with eyes could see that Du Mu was taking the opportunity to get revenge on Arthur, but it's best to keep it to yourself and not say it out loud.

She didn't want to end up like Arthur, that unlucky guy, offending Du Mu, who was so petty.

Du Mu was indeed a magnanimous man who did not hold grudges, because he would settle scores on the spot and never let them linger overnight.

Without the interference of the Trench Tribe, the three continued to sink, soon reaching the deepest part of the seabed and finding solid ground again.

This is a desolate world.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of grayish-white sediment, which felt soft underfoot, like walking on snow. It was hard to tell whether it was fine sand or bone fragments from some creature.

Looking around, there was no trace of any living creature other than the Trench Clan.

In this sea area, any creature that can still move has long since been devoured by the Trench Clan, leaving not even a trace.

The number of Trench people here is far more exaggerated than that above.

Countless Trench Clan individuals clung densely to the rock walls on both sides, layer upon layer, like some kind of moss parasitizing the rock surface, covering the entire cliff face.

This scene is enough to send chills down your spine just by looking at it; it's a double delight for fans of trypophobia and thalassophobia.

They immediately noticed that three friends had come from afar, and excitedly rushed over to greet them, warmly inviting them to visit their bellies.

Du Mu decisively declined the offer, raised his hand, and released the illumination spell again.

A blinding white light exploded on the seabed, instantly blinding the Trench Clan. They screamed and fled, not daring to approach even half a step further.

Du Mu ignored them and followed the golden guide line in his field of vision, pointing to the rock wall on his right.

"Found it, it should be inside."

Arthur and Mera looked in the direction he was pointing.

A huge gap was visible in the rock face, as if it had been cleaved by a giant axe, wide enough for several people to pass side by side.

A soft blue light faintly peeked through the depths of the crevice, standing out starkly against the dark and desolate deep sea.

Seeing this scene that defied common sense, Arthur and Mera believed it even more.

Without hesitation, the three rushed into the blue-glowing crack.

The further you go in, the more open the space becomes, and the brighter the surrounding blue light becomes. Eventually, no additional lighting is needed, as the entire passage is illuminated by the blue light.

As they passed through the crack, the sight before them made all three of them stop in their tracks.

Before me lay an enormous space.

In the center of the entire space, a giant water tornado was spinning wildly, its diameter astonishing, stretching from the ground straight to the dome, penetrating the entire space vertically.

Inside the tornado, blue and white arcs of electricity flickered and danced, and intense light tore through the water curtain, illuminating everything around it.

The tornado formed vortex-like cloud structures at its top and bottom, churning the water and creating a deafening roar that made the entire space tremble slightly. The whole scene exuded an almost violent sense of oppression, making one feel as if they were in the midst of a world-ending apocalypse.

The turbulent currents stirred up by the water jets swept out in all directions, and the powerful pulling force could be felt even from a distance.

Fortunately, Arthur and Mera were both Atlanteans, whose physical abilities far surpassed those of ordinary humans. In addition, they had a buff in the water. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been swept up and torn to pieces by this force long ago.

As for Du Mu, he didn't get a single drop of water on his body and couldn't feel any power at all.

After observing for a moment, Du Mu analyzed, "This should be a teleportation channel, similar in principle to a wormhole. Passing through it will take you to another space, and the Holy Trident is most likely on the other side."

Are you sure?

Arthur looked at the giant waterspout crackling with lightning and felt a little uneasy.

He felt that there were three people before he traveled through time, and there were only three people after he traveled through time.

Du Mu nodded firmly: "Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"

Bullshit, you just lied to me.

Arthur only dared to mutter to himself, lest he be targeted by this petty person again.

Du Mu, skilled and daring, charged towards the tornado without hesitation.

Arthur turned to look at Mera.

This time he was smarter. He didn't speak, but instead tried to imitate Clark's charming gaze, staring at Mera with deep affection.

It is said that Clark used this kind of gaze to make Louise, that strong female reporter, fall head over heels for him.

Mera felt the light Arthur cast upon her and snorted coldly.

"The Atlanteans are fearless!"

Without hesitation, Mera followed Du Mu into the tornado after saying those words.

Arthur: "?"

No, my technique is almost identical to Clark's, so how could this happen?

What he didn't know was that this operation relied entirely on the model. Clark could look at any dog ​​with affection, but if you put the same look on his rough face, it would look like he was drunk and looking for a fight.

The three plunged into the waterspout one after another, instantly feeling a terrifying centrifugal force enveloping their entire bodies. It was as if they had been thrown into a high-speed Shinichi Kudo machine, their bodies being tossed around, with only the wildly spinning water and constantly exploding lightning in their vision.

Du Mu released a protective spell to resist the centrifugal force and swept his gaze around. Mera had already been swept away by the turbulent current and disappeared from sight. Only Arthur was not far away, his brains shaken to pieces.

He rushed over to grab Arthur, but the turbulent current suddenly pulled, only managing to grab the jade pendant hanging around Arthur's neck. Arthur was then swept directly into the depths of the tornado.

Du Mu was quite helpless, so he simply gave up resisting and let the centrifugal force drag him all the way to the eye of the storm at the bottom of the tornado.

The roaring sound in my ears lasted for about ten seconds, and then my body suddenly felt light, and the frantic tearing force suddenly disappeared.

The surrounding scenery had changed. The huge tornado was gone, the seawater had become calm, and light was shining down from above, as if we had arrived in a completely different place.

Du Mu spread his single wing, gave a powerful flap, and flew out of the water.

What unfolded before him was a completely independent inner world.

Instead of the sky, there was a thick rock dome overhead, with massive rock structures hanging upside down from it, jaggedly suspended hundreds of meters above.

Although it is in the inner world of the earth, it is not dark, because huge crystal pillars grow everywhere on the dome, and the light comes from the crystal pillars, illuminating the entire inner world as if it were daytime.

The entire inner world is quite large, stretching as far as the eye can see.

In the distance, there are several giant islands covered with layers of lush vegetation, interspersed with some strangely shaped trees with thick trunks and towering canopies that reach into the clouds, giving them a very primitive feel.

What's even more peculiar is that there are also indigenous people here.

Moreover, it was before humans, the previous tenants of Earth, the dinosaurs.

This reminded Du Mu of a movie he had watched on the main server, which was also about the inner Earth and had a dinosaur theme.

It has to be said that humans seem to have a special obsession with dinosaurs, always trying to find ways to bring them back to life.

Du Mu himself also quite likes dinosaurs.

Chicken flavor, crunchy.

He snapped out of his reverie and glanced down, spotting a clump of seaweed floating on the surface of the sea below—it was Mera, who had been knocked unconscious by the tornado.

Du Mu: "

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These sisters have the potential to be game protagonists; they fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow every day.

Du Mu swooped down, scooped Mera out of the water, and kicked away the Liopleurodon that suddenly pounced out of the sea. He then flew to the shore of the nearest island.

Just then, a hand parted the bushes not far away, and a figure peeked out from behind the branches.

It was a short trench tribesman.

Of course, being short is only relative to the other Trench Clan members who average over two meters in height. This Trench Clan member in front of us is at least 1.8 meters tall, almost as tall as Du Mu.

That's right, we're almost there.

Just a moment ago, Du Mu suddenly underwent a second growth spurt and quietly grew a few centimeters taller. The human body is such a miraculous thing.

Du Mu did not make a move because he could see the other party's information; this person was Arthur's biological mother, Atlanna.

Sure enough, Atlana removed the Trench tribe's hood, revealing a still-young face.

Atlanna possesses the royal blood of Atlantis and lives much longer than ordinary Atlanteans. Time has hardly left a mark on her face, so much so that even her white hair looks quite distinctive.

Just as Du Mu was about to greet her, he saw Atlana staring intently at the jade pendant in her hand. The next second, her eyes reddened, and she rushed over to hug Du Mu.

"My child!"

Du Mu: "???"

Don't talk nonsense, who's your son?

Du Mu's lips twitched: "Ma'am, are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

Atlana said in a trembling voice, "Impossible. No mother would mistake her own child. I knew you were my child at a glance, Arthur Curry."

She knew all too well how difficult it was to reach this inner world.

First, one must break through the layers of blockade imposed by the Trench Clan, and then withstand the tearing impact of that tornado; it is simply not something an ordinary person can do.

The young man in front of her not only did it, but he also had the jade pendant that she had personally put on Arthur when he was a child, and Princess Mera of Zebel was with him.

All the clues point to the same answer.

This is her son Arthur, whom she had been separated from for more than twenty years.

Thinking of this, Atlana could no longer hold back her tears, and she hugged Du Mu tightly, refusing to let go: "I'm sorry, child, I didn't mean to leave back then. Only by leaving could I save you and your father..."

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She recounted to Du Mu, in fits and starts, the choice she was forced to make back then, and her longing for Arthur and her husband over the years. Her emotions were overflowing, clearly having been building up for a long time, making Du Mu feel embarrassed to interrupt her.

Mera, who was standing nearby, slowly woke up and was stunned by the scene she saw.

What's going on?

Is Du Mu actually Queen Atlanna's biological son?

Who is Arthur?

Could it be that Arthur was merely a puppet pushed into the open to shield others, while Du Mu, the true royal bloodline, remained hidden behind the scenes, secretly manipulating everything and waiting for the rightful moment to reclaim his throne?

In an instant, Mera's mind conjured up a grand drama of court intrigue and power struggles spanning millions of words.

Atlana talked for several minutes before finally letting go of Du Mu and taking a step back to get a good look at the changes in her son over the years.

She raised her hand and stroked Du Mu's face, sighing, "My child, you've really changed so much—you've grown taller and more handsome."

"Changed...to a different race?"

Atlana carefully examined Du Mu's Asian face, her eyes filled with confusion.

Does Thomas have Asian ancestry?

Du Mu said speechlessly, "Is it possible that I am not your son Arthur at all?"

Atlana stared blankly: "How could this be? You clearly have my jade token in your hand..."

"Oh, you mean this?"

Du Mu glanced at the jade token in his hand and explained, "I accidentally tore this off Arthur. I'm Arthur's friend. Arthur came with us, but he was thrown to another place during the teleportation. He should be able to find this place soon."

Atlana:

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"Mother!?"

Speak of the devil, and he appears; a loud voice suddenly came from not far away.

Arthur emerged from the sea, tears welling in his eyes, and looked at Atlanna: "Mom, you've come back to life!"

Atlana: "???"

Have I ever died?

Arthur realized his words were inappropriate and quickly corrected himself: "Oh no, I mean, you're not dead..."

Pshaw, I meant... Mom, I miss you so much!

When his mother, who had been dead for many years, suddenly appeared alive in front of him, even Arthur, a big and strong man, couldn't help but shed tears. He opened his arms and hugged Atlanna, crying like a child weighing hundreds of pounds.

After being hugged, Atlana finally snapped out of her embarrassment and recognized Arthur as her real child.

Looking at Arthur, who was crying his eyes out in her arms, she felt a lump in her throat and wanted to cry too, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't squeeze out any tears.

Atlana's expression was one of wanting to cry but having no tears.

Child, I just released all my passion on your friend.

That's just how emotions are; you might as well have your friend pass on the message.

Fortunately, women are natural actors; even if they can't cry, they can still put on a show. They immediately got into character and cooperated with Arthur in a dramatic family drama.

Du Mu watched from the side and nodded repeatedly.

What a touching scene of maternal love and filial piety; it's truly heart-wrenching.