American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 396 Alan is hunting down the black ghost

There was a loud bang, followed by a flash of divine light.

In the dense and terrifying swarm of evil creatures, there were suddenly many Allens wearing hospital gowns.

This scene left both sides a little confused.

How could there be so many crazy people out of nowhere?

"I am the Godly Emperor. Why don't you kneel down and bow to me when you see me?"

Snapped!
As soon as the Crazy Emperor finished pretending to be awesome, a tentacle lashed him in the face, leaving a dark mark on his face.

"Should I be beaten?"

The Nervous Emperor looked angrily at the evil creatures fighting each other and roared, "Brothers, kill them! When has our Heavenly Court ever been bullied?"

All of a sudden, 365 righteous gods pounced on the enemy like wolves and tigers.

"Three Flames of True Fire."

The drunkard god held a lighter in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, took a big gulp from his mouth, and blew the flame onto the lighter.

Flames surged in the sea, and the evil creatures in the sea of ​​fire rolled in pain.

Even if you escape from the range of the sea of ​​fire, as long as you are touched by the slightest flame, you will be burned endlessly to death.

"How can you light a fire in the sea? If the bottle is not sealed, seawater will flow in."

Alan quietly appeared beside the drunkard god and reached out to grab the lighter.

However, no matter what I did, I couldn't light the fire.

"Get off."

The drunkard god snatched back the lighter and said with disdain: "What do you know? I am not a human being. Do I need to talk about science?"

"That's right."

With his limited knowledge, Allen can only be said to be quite accomplished in the field of reproduction.

I'm not interested in anything that's not embarrassing.

The three hundred and sixty-five righteous gods are just like thugs.

There are all kinds of weapons at hand.

Wine bottles, steel pipes, iron rulers, benches, whips, candles, steel wool...

All in all, very close to life.

Alan went into stealth mode, abiding by the principle of not taking action if possible.

Moreover, the main Soul Devouring Touch skill devours the undissipated spirituality.

The evil creatures could not withstand the attack of the righteous gods.

It's just that the number is too large. The vast ocean is filled with evil creatures, and the Atlantis army that has built a line of defense looks like a layer of thin paper, which is at risk of being punctured at any time.

The key to everything lies in the Dark Trident in the hands of David Black Manta.

Once the Dark Trident is taken away or destroyed, the evil creatures will retreat uncontrollably back to the deep sea.

"what happened?"

Allen looked at the battlefield in the distance and wondered, "It's not like in the movie where the Golden Trident can easily crush the Dark Trident."

At this moment, Namor and Arthur saw that the gods from heaven had intervened in the battlefield, so they stopped summoning marine creatures to help and instead besieged David.

At the same time, Om launched an offensive.

Arthur faced the enemy head-on because the golden trident in his hand could compete with it.

Om's newly acquired trident did not shatter upon contact, but tiny cracks could still be clearly seen. It was estimated that it would not last long and would end up being scrapped.

Namor seemed useless and didn't dare to fight head-on.

The Vibranium Trident is not suitable for high-end games.

Facing the siege of three people, David fought back and forth. Perhaps it was because he was a human being and was not adapted to fighting in the ocean, so his movements and speed were not as skillful as those of the three Atlantis kings.

The soldiers on the battlefield were filled with excitement.

The scene of three kings on the same stage is unprecedented.

The army of Atlantis tends to be based on professional inheritance, from father to son. During the handover process, it is naturally necessary to impart practical experience and it is inevitable to brag about glorious deeds.

Among them, overthrowing the Namor kingship was no secret in the army. Moreover, many old soldiers fought bravely, on the one hand out of loyalty to the royal family, on the other hand to sincerely protect the kingdom and always keep their mission in mind.

Of course, the old soldier recognized his former king, and his eyes were filled with tears of guilt.

Even though he was betrayed, the old king still stood up, which was enough to prove that he was a wise ruler.

After a hard fight.

David realized that lingering in the sea was not a wise move.

He could deeply feel the erosion of his consciousness caused by killing. If he could not resolve the confrontation as soon as possible, he would become a puppet without independent thinking.

David acted decisively, forced back his three opponents, and charged towards the sea like a cannonball.

There is no need to interfere too much in the war in the ocean. Just order the evil creatures to destroy Atlantis. Then, the sea creatures will flee in all directions, and he can conquer them one by one more easily.

After all, the important personnel in charge of scientific research do not need to go to the battlefield. As long as they are alive, they can rebuild the glorious main city of Atlantis.

Seeing this, Namor, Arthur and Orm exchanged glances and chased after him relentlessly.

As long as the opponent is not dead, the evil creature will not stop attacking.

Looking at the endless number of enemies, the army can be exhausted.

"Nigger, your watermelon fell off."

Alan looked at the Black Manta that was moving farther and farther away, hesitating whether to catch up with it.

Countless evil creatures are extremely valuable resources, and they may help the gods in heaven grow further.

Bang bang! !
Alan slapped himself twice and angrily blamed himself: "How could I just leave Namor and Orm alone."

It was obvious that he didn't care much whether Arthur lived or died.

According to Allen's understanding, Aquaman is the protagonist of two independent movies, and it is unlikely that the stupid author would write him to death.

"Do you want to catch up and help?" T'Challa asked.

From the beginning to the end, he and Morgan were like redundant background boards, and could only rely on the high-energy firearms in their hands to shoot and kill weak evil creatures, completely failing to demonstrate the strength of being the Black Panther.

"you still need to ask."

Allen's answer was ambiguous, and he walked straight towards a soldier riding a Manta aircraft.

"Ruthless flying kick."

With a loud shout, Alan leaped up and kicked.

The soldier who flew out of the spacecraft looked at his ally who had kicked him away for no reason with an innocent look in his eyes.

"What are you looking at? I'm requisitioning your Exocet motorcycle now." Alan said righteously.

Just requisition it, why are you kicking me?

Just tell me and I'll give it to you.

After hearing this, the soldier felt more aggrieved.

"How do you drive this car? Where is the accelerator and brake?"

Looking at the strangely shaped vehicle, Alan asked in a domineering manner.

"I give you the authorization."

The soldier reluctantly unlocked the vehicle's binding permissions and explained, "You can drive it with voice control."

"Thank you very much."

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Alan made a Nazi salute.

"Ruthless Flying Kick!"

Watching Alan chasing the enemy, Morgan followed suit and tried to seize the vehicle.

Fortunately, having learned from previous experience, I jumped out of the car immediately after hearing the sound and successfully avoided the disaster.

T'Challa was much more polite and directly asked the soldiers for a vehicle.

In the ocean battlefield, there are 366 righteous gods guarding the place, basically without any fear, so naturally there is no need for three dispensable allies.

(End of this chapter)