American comics: This guy is crazy

A loud bang followed by divine light.

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

This scene made both sides a little confused.

How could there be so many crazy people inexplicably?

"I am the Nervous Emperor, why don't you kneel down when you see me?"

Bang!

As soon as the Nervous Emperor finished pretending to be powerful, a tentacle whipped his face, leaving a black mark on his face.

"Should I be whipped?"

The Nervous Emperor looked at the evil creatures in the fight angrily and roared: "Brothers, kill them, when has our Heavenly Court ever been bullied!"

Suddenly, 365 righteous gods pounced on the enemy like wolves and tigers.

"Three Flavors of True Fire."

The Drunkard God held a lighter in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, took a sip of it, and sprayed the flame on 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 sea of ​​fire, as long as you are exposed to a little flame, you will be burned to death.

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

Alan quietly appeared beside the drunkard god and grabbed the lighter.

However, no matter how he operated, he could not light the fire.

"Get out of the way."

The drunkard god took back the lighter and said disdainfully: "What do you know? This god is not a human, do you still need to talk about science?"

"That's right."

With his limited knowledge, Alan can only say that he has a lot of attainments in the field of reproduction.

Not interested in anything that is not abstruse.

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

They have all kinds of weapons in their hands.

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

In short, it is very suitable for life.

Alan escaped into invisibility and abided by the principle of not taking action if he could.

Moreover, the main soul-devouring touch skill devours the undissipated spirituality.

The evil creatures can't resist the attack of the righteous gods at all.

It's just that the number is too large. The vast ocean is full of evil creatures, and the Atlantis army that has established a defense line looks like a thin layer of paper, which is always at risk of being pierced.

The key to everything lies in the dark trident in the hands of David, the black manta.

Once the dark trident is taken away or destroyed, the evil creatures will retreat uncontrollably to the deep sea area.

"What's going on?"

Alan looked at the battlefield in the distance and wondered: "It's not like the golden trident in the movie can easily break the dark trident."

At this moment, Namor and Arthur saw that the righteous gods of heaven intervened in the battlefield, so they stopped summoning marine creatures to help, and turned to besiege David.

At the same time, Orm launched an offensive.

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

The trident that Orm had just acquired did not break at the first touch when it collided with the opponent, but the tiny cracks could still be clearly seen. It was estimated that it would not last long and would be scrapped.

Namor seemed to be useless and did not dare to confront him head-on.

The vibranium trident was not suitable for high-end games.

Facing the siege of three people, David fought back and forth. It might be because he was human and was not adapted to fighting in the ocean. In terms of movements and speed, he was not as skilled as the three kings of Atlantis.

The soldiers on the battlefield were excited.

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

The army of Atlantis tended to inherit the profession, from father to son. In the process of handover, it was naturally necessary to grant practical experience and inevitably boast of glorious deeds.

Among them, overthrowing the kingship of Namor was no secret in the army.

Moreover, many old soldiers fought desperately, 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 the former king, and his eyes were full of tears of guilt.

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

After a hard battle.

David realized that it was not wise to delay in the sea.

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

David made a prompt decision and forced the three opponents to retreat. The whole person rushed to the sea like a cannonball.

In the ocean, there was no need to interfere too much in the war. He ordered the evil creatures to destroy Atlantis. At that time, the sea people would flee in all directions, and he could conquer them one by one more easily.

After all, the important personnel responsible for scientific research did not need to go to the battlefield. They could rebuild the glorious main city of Atlantis while they were alive.

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

As long as the other party was not dead, the evil creatures would not stop attacking.

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

"Black man, your watermelon fell."

Alan looked at the black manta ray that was getting farther and farther away, hesitating whether to catch up.

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

Slap! !

Alan slapped himself twice, angrily blaming himself: "How could I leave Namor and Orm alone."

Obviously, he didn't care much about Arthur's life or death.

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 backgrounds. They could only rely on the high-powered firearms in their hands to kill weak evil creatures, which completely failed to reflect the strength of the Black Panthers.

"you still need to ask."

Allen's answer was ambiguous, and he walked straight towards a soldier on a stingray craft.

"Kick without mercy."

With a shout, Allen jumped up and kicked.

The soldiers who flew out of the aircraft looked at their ally who had kicked him away for no reason with innocent eyes.

"What are you looking at? I have requisitioned your Feiyu motorcycle." Allen said righteously.

Just requisition, why are you kicking me?

Just say it and I'll give it to you.

Hearing this, the soldier felt even more aggrieved.

"How to drive this car, where is the accelerator, and where are the brakes?"

Looking at the strange-looking vehicle, Allen asked in a domineering manner.

"I give you authority."

The soldier reluctantly unlocked the binding permissions of the vehicle and explained: "You can drive it by voice control."

"Thank you very much."

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Allen makes a Nazi salute.

"Kick without mercy!"

Watching Allen chasing the enemy, Morgan followed suit and grabbed the vehicle.

Fortunately, I had learned from the past and jumped out of the car as soon as I heard the sound, successfully avoiding the unthinkable disaster.

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

There are 366 righteous gods sitting in the ocean battlefield, and they are basically guarded with no fear. Naturally, there is no need for three dispensable allies.