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Chapter 404 The King of the Lost Kingdom

"Now that the important matters are settled, let's talk about something less important."

After a hearty meal, Du Mu wiped his mouth and asked, "What do you think is the best way to unify all the underwater nations? I don't want to hear conflicting opinions in the ocean, as that could affect our future plans."

The people present were speechless.

Food is the most important thing for people, and eating to fill one's stomach is the most important thing in life; no one can argue with that.

Unifying Atlantis? Is that really a minor matter?

But on second thought, given Du Mu's abilities, it really doesn't seem like a big deal.

At worst, he could simply sweep through the land, annihilate all those who resisted, and then gather the surviving Atlanteans together, which would be considered unification in the end.

Following Du Mu's usual style of doing things, the group thought about it for a moment and suddenly felt a chill run down their spines.

Arthur quickly put down the crab leg, wiped his mouth, and spoke first: "If I return to Atlantis, defeat Orm head-on, seize the throne from him, and then, as the new king of Atlantis, extend invitations to other countries for alliances, wouldn't that allow for peaceful unification?"

"No!"

Atlana immediately frowned and rejected the idea, her eyes filled with worry as she looked at Arthur: "If you and Orm are to fight for the throne, according to the kingdom's ancient laws, the duel must be held in the Fire Ring Arena, and according to tradition, neither side can surrender; the loser will only face death."

Arthur and Orm are both her biological children, and she doesn't want to see the two brothers kill each other.

Mera carefully considered her words before speaking: "Perhaps we can announce to all the underwater nations that Arthur has obtained the Holy Trident."

"According to the ancestral teachings passed down from ancient times, the holder of the sacred trident is the rightful monarch of Atlantis, and all the seven kingdoms that split off from Atlantis must unconditionally obey the holder's commands."

Du Mu shook his head and said slowly, "This method isn't very reliable. The Holy Trident is, after all, just a legendary item. Nobody has ever seen the real thing. What if Om insists on being dishonest and says that the Holy Trident has five prongs, and that the one Arthur has is a fake? What will we do then?"

Who the hell would think a trident has five prongs?!

Guess why it's called a trident!?

The three of them roared inwardly at the same time.

Despite their complaints, the three of them still had to smile and nod, indicating that Du Mu had considered everything thoroughly, fearing that he might be dissatisfied and think that simply pushing through Atlantis would be easier.

They had gone to great lengths to ensure the survival of the entire Atlantis.

For their painstaking efforts, it wouldn't be unreasonable for the people of Atlantis to erect a monument for each of them upon their return.

Mera thought for a moment and then said, "If we can win the support of more than half of the seafaring nations, then no matter how much Om denies it, it won't matter."

"The problem is that my father... King Nereus of Zebella has already allied with Orm. Orm now has two votes. The only remaining options are the Saltwater Kingdom and the Fishermen Kingdom. Even if we get their two votes, we'll only manage a draw at best."

Mera sighed.

Her father, Nereus, like Orm, was a radical who advocated war with the land, and even though she was his daughter, he couldn't dissuade him.

What she's worried about now is that if things continue like this, her own father might be killed by Du Mu.

With this in mind, Mera hardened her heart and decided to find an opportunity to explain things to Nereus.

If Nereus insists on waging war against the land, then don't blame his daughter for being impolite; the king of Zebella could very well be a woman.

The first female king since the founding of the country, just thinking about it is exciting!

Du Mu smiled slightly: "You're wrong. There are clearly seven underwater countries, so how could there be only two votes?"

Mera said helplessly, "The Trench tribe are a bunch of mindless beasts. They don't have a king. The Lost Kingdom was destroyed long ago, and the Lost Kingdom has disappeared from history. All historical records about the Lost Kingdom have been erased. All things considered, there are only four countries that can vote."

"Who said the Lost Kingdom has disappeared?"

Du Mu suddenly stood up, hands behind his back, chin raised, exuding an air of dominance.

"From this day forward, I am the heir to the Lost Kingdom, King Doom!"

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The Kingdom of Fishermen.

This is one of the seven kingdoms that split off from Atlantis, and also the weakest in terms of overall strength.

Unlike other underwater nations, the people here love peace, immerse themselves in art and philosophy, talk about poetry and distant places, and scoff at fighting and killing, believing that only barbarians do such things.

This is why their country's development has stagnated, placing them at the bottom of all underwater nations.

However, being weak has its advantages; at least no one sees them as a threat.

The Kingdom Council Hall is a giant coral-shaped building with glowing seashells embedded in its walls, bathed in soft light.

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King Riku of the Fishermen's Kingdom floats on the throne, with his wife and daughter on either side behind him.

Over a long period of evolution, the people of the Fishermen's Kingdom have become typical mermaids.

It's that kind of mermaid, half human and half fish.

It's not left and right, it's up and down.

But unlike the mermaids in fairy tales who retain most of their human features, their appearance is more like that of fish, with their skin covered in fine fish scales and fins on their foreheads and backs. Even princes would be unable to stand up straight when they see them.

Opposite them floated King Om of Atlantis and King Nereus of Zebella.

The two kings came with a very clear purpose.

That is to persuade Riku to join their camp and gather all the forces of the sea to attack the land.

Om spoke in a deep voice: "King Riku, you should know very well how serious the damage that humans have done to the ocean in recent years has been. They dump garbage into the sea, discharge sewage, and endlessly fish for marine life. If this continues, our home will be completely destroyed."

"Therefore we must strike first and eliminate them before they destroy us."

Riku said calmly, "King Orm, you are quite right..."

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Upon hearing this, Om showed no sign of joy.

He's all too familiar with this rhetoric; after that "agreement," there's always a "but."

As expected, Riku continued, "However, waging war on the land is not the only option. I have always hoped that our people can abandon outdated ideas and take the initiative to contact the land people at the right time, trying to guide and educate them, rather than directly launching a war to destroy them."

Orm's lips curled into an undisguised contempt, and he sneered, "King Riku, you're being too naive. You actually think you can reason with a mad race that's trying every means to destroy itself?"

Riku continued calmly, "That's precisely why we need to patiently educate them that only peace brings a future, war only brings destruction and death, and there are no real winners in war."

What a pedantic fool!

Om cursed inwardly.

If he had no other choice, he wouldn't have wasted his time with these people who only knew how to preach.

The problem is that the options available to win over the seven underwater kingdoms are very limited.

Zebella is already on his side. The Trench Clan are a bunch of mindless beasts. The Lost Kingdom and the Lost Kingdom are long gone.

The only remaining countries that could be won over were the Fishermen's Kingdom and the Saltwater Kingdom.

But the Saltwater Kingdom was even more of a headache. Those guys who looked like shrimp soldiers and crab generals were the complete opposite of the Fishermen Kingdom. They were all brutes, all muscle in their heads, and could only be beaten into submission, not persuaded.

However, those people's mouths were harder than their own shells; they were the kind of people who would still not submit even if you punched them to death. Conquering them would be quite difficult, which is why Orm chose the Fishermen's Kingdom as his first stop.

To his utter surprise, this old man, Riku, was even harder to persuade than the brute from the Saltwater Kingdom.

Om's gaze gradually turned cold, and a murderous intent surfaced in his eyes.

Since reasoning with him is useless, then don't blame him for talking about physics.

He gripped the trident tightly, his knuckles digging into it as he prepared to strike, when a commotion suddenly erupted outside the conference hall.

Before anyone in the hall could figure out what was happening, a figure burst in, knocking away several guards who tried to stop him, and arrived at the center of the meeting hall.

"Why wasn't I informed about the King's meeting?"

Everyone present tensed up instantly.

Although the Fishermen's Kingdom is at the bottom of the underwater nations, even the weakest nation cannot be easily infiltrated, especially since the core council hall is guarded by multiple layers of security.

This person was able to break into this place without warning, so their strength should not be underestimated.

Om stared intently at the stranger who had suddenly appeared, his gaze sharp: "Who are you? How dare you trespass on the King's Council!"

The newcomer calmly said, "Let me introduce myself. I am Du Mu, the current king of the Lost Kingdom."

"???"

Everyone looked completely bewildered.

Nereus was the first to react, his face full of absurdity: "This is utter nonsense! The Lost Kingdom vanished from the seabed thousands of years ago, and all records have been lost. How could there possibly be a current king?"

Du Mu chuckled and said, "We've just disappeared, we weren't wiped out like the Lost Kingdom."

Orm sneered, "You don't even have a trident to represent your kingship, yet you dare to call yourself the king of the Lost Kingdom?"

In the traditions of Atlantis, the trident is a symbol of the king's status, and therefore each king has his own royal trident.

Du Mu, with his hands empty, didn't seem like the king of a lost kingdom at all.

"Who said I didn't?"

As he spoke, Du Mu pulled out the gleaming Spear of Longinus from his back.

Riku was stunned: "Isn't this a gun?"

Du Mu glanced at Ruiku: "Your eyesight isn't very good. This is clearly a trident, but many years ago, the left and right prongs were destroyed, leaving only the middle one, which is why it looks like this now."

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Isn't that still a gun?!

Om's face darkened further, and he sneered, "Stop making trouble here. You're clearly a land-dwelling human, not even an Atlantean. How could you possibly be the king of the Lost Kingdom?"

Du Mu shook his head, his tone somewhat wistful: "Back then, the Lost Kingdom was cursed by magic, and all its citizens were abandoned by the sea and turned into humans. Most of the citizens perished at sea as a result, and only a small number escaped to the land to multiply and thrive. I am the eighteenth heir of the Lost Kingdom."

Nereus narrowed his eyes: "Words are no proof. How can you prove it?"

"Although the people of our lost kingdom are cursed by magic, they have also benefited from this misfortune by gaining mastery of magical power."

Du Mu raised the Spear of Longinus in his hand and gently tapped the end of it against the ground.

In an instant, the light in the hall suddenly dimmed.

From the shadows of the ground, walls, and ceiling, a continuous stream of dark figures emerged, each wielding various weapons and their eyes gleaming with a chilling red light.

In no time, these shadowy soldiers filled the entire hall, surrounding the people inside in layers.

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Du Mu chuckled and said, "Now you should believe me, right?"

"I believe...I believe."

The group chuckled and nodded.

They had no choice but to believe it; the shadowy soldiers around them had all raised their weapons. If they dared to say they didn't believe it, they would be riddled with holes in the next second.

Ruiku cautiously asked, "May I ask, King Du Mu, what brings you here today?"

"It's nothing serious."

Du Mu took two steps forward as he spoke, glancing around at his surroundings.

These Atlanteans were used to floating in the water, and there wasn't even a place to sit in the entire conference hall.

He casually waved his hand, and several shadowy soldiers immediately stepped forward, forming a black throne with their bodies.

Du Mu sat down calmly, crossed his legs, and glanced at the three underwater kings in front of him. His eyes held three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance, as he looked at the entire pie chart.

"I've come here only to tell you one thing: Atlantis has a new king."

"A new king?"

The three of them felt a sudden jolt in their hearts.

Om stared at Du Mu, his expression somewhat grim: "The new king you're talking about, you wouldn't happen to be yourself, would you?"

His first thought was that Du Mu was going to take this opportunity to force his way into the position of ruler of the seven kingdoms by force.

After all, he came here today to force Riku to choose sides and help him take the throne. If Riku disagrees, he will chop Riku into sashimi and replace him with an obedient successor.

Unexpectedly, retribution came so quickly that he was transformed into the character of Riku in the blink of an eye.

Du Mu waved his hand: "Don't misunderstand, I'm not interested in that throne. The new king I'm talking about is Arthur Curry."

As soon as he finished speaking, Arthur, Mera, and Atlana walked into the conference room side by side.

"Mother?!"

When Orm saw Atlanna, his pupils contracted sharply, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had always thought his mother had died at the hands of the Trench tribe, but he never expected that they were still alive, and together with his half-brother.

What's even more infuriating is that his long-lost fiancée, Mera, is also with Arthur.

My fiancée spent a few days with another man; I can't even imagine what she did.

Om suddenly felt like he was being cuckolded.