American comics: This guy is crazy

The glacier is crumbling.

The resurrected army of undead, like ghosts crawling from hell, roared and attacked Allen and others.

The undead crowd the passage to the ocean.

Black Manta had already led his surviving men to escape, and the frogman jumped directly into the sea. The Desperate Warriors got on the submersible and dived, quickly rushing back to the submarine's location.

boom!

Suddenly, a piece of hard ice fell, killing hundreds of undead in an instant.

More undead followed and attacked without fear of death.

Namor watched his enemy escape with a look of reluctance, but he watched helplessly.

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

"gone."

Allen raised his hand to form a portal.

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

Immediately, the four returned to Arkham Fortress.

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

Returning to a safe environment, Namor regained his composure and realized that Allen intended to let him go.

It was obvious that a portal was passing through the undead army.

"I don't think I can beat him, so I have to let him go first." Allen said calmly without caring.

As for the problem of the undead army, it must be buried deep under the glacier.

Besides, without gaining experience in a new profession, he was too lazy to waste time.

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

The Dark Trident simply attacked and they were trapped. It was hard to imagine how terrifying it would be to unleash its true power.

Allen said bluntly: "I talked to the nigger so much, and Qi Mimi used a homemade spell, but he didn't react at all. The only explanation that makes sense is that he has magic immunity."

In short, Allen's magical power level is not high enough to hurt Black Manta, which is blessed with the power of the evil god.

Therefore, it can be concluded that the source of the power of the Dark Trident is a very terrifying existence, at least very high among the dimension lords.

After all, the source of Allen's magic comes from Erha.

Today's Erha is also ranked among the dimension lords, but it is a pity that he ranks very low.

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

He couldn't easily turn over the lives of more than a hundred tribesmen.

"It's impossible to give up, even in your lifetime."

Allen raised his eyebrows and said with certainty of victory: "The little nigger may ask Neptune to avenge the old nigger. I will send reinforcements immediately."

"dense."

"I am here."

"Contact me Om." Allen ordered.

Unita responded calmly: "Okay."

Ocean Lord Orm is vacationing on a beach in Hawaii.

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

Subconsciously holding down Xiaoqiang, Aum took a closer look, happily sandwiched it into the burger, and took a bite with relish.

Crunchy, chicken flavor.

While chewing, Orm nodded with satisfaction.

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

Connected.

A face crowds the screen, looking at it secretly.

"Is it Om?"

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

"You are?" Orm asked.

Allen opened the camera, waved and said hello: "Long time no see, did you miss me?"

"Alan, are you okay?" Orm asked doubtfully.

He went to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing. Since he joined the Sky Eye Society, he has basically not contacted each other. Even the original Midnight Bully team fell apart.

Orm has long since left the official organization and is wandering alone in human society.

"The organization needs you."

"..."

…

The Black Manta pirate group hiding in the deep sea was in no rush to attack Atlantis.

Since he had only obtained the Dark Trident for a short period of time, David had not fully adapted to its power.

It takes a little time to get used to the fumbling.

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

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

After only activating the power of the evil god twice, he could clearly feel the desire to kill occupying his brain.

Pure desire for destruction seems to bring death to the entire world.

Therefore, instead of resisting the four enemies forcefully, he chose to retreat from the edge.

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

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

"This is the artifact."

There was unconcealable desire in Killian's eyes.

No one wants to have supreme power and ascend to the throne of the king of the world.

"I advise you to put away any thoughts you shouldn't have."

David warned meaningfully: "I don't mind one more army of the undead."

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

Among them, there are many abilities that have not been used.

For example, increasing physical fitness and summoning evil creatures in 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 undermine cooperation."

"hope so."

David nodded lightly, then ordered the sailor: "Help me get through to the Leopard."

It was normal for him and Eric to meet.

On the surface, Eric has an official identity, but he has been engaged in gray activities behind the scenes, so they know each other.

In particular, David sometimes receives private work from America.

For example, sneaking attack on a country's warships, deliberately framing and provoking wars in other countries, or looting high-value trade freighters, all require the support of America's intelligence system.

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

Moreover, they are both black and bear the hatred of their fathers' murder. They can be said to be in the same boat and sympathize with each other, and their relationship is very close.

Naturally, it is clear that Eric's enemy is the Black Panther, so David took the opportunity to pull him in as an external aid to ensure that his plan is foolproof.

"Brother, how have you been recently."

Once the communication was connected, Eric greeted warmly.

He got his revenge, and the whole person looked high-spirited, but he was busy rectifying and clearing up the domestic affairs of Wakanda.

Controlling an entire country brings supreme power, which can't help but make him obsessed.

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

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

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

David told the whole story in detail, and he had no choice but to believe it.

It was because the information of Allen and others matched, and the news that T'Challa was alive was confirmed.

"I can't let him live."

Eric's tone was full of murderous intent: "He can threaten my throne if he is 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 herself.