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Thor.

Ares recognized the other person's identity at a glance.

After all, in the Council of Gods, there seems to be no other powerful god who holds a short-handled hammer and likes to drink.

"Thor God, are you willing to submit to the Council of Gods?"

Ares beguiled: "Have you ever considered working together to reshuffle the Council of Gods so that we can take the position of King of the Gods and Father of the Gods?"

"Not interested, hiccup..."

Thor burped and threw Mjolnir with one hand.

The hammer turned into an afterimage and flew straight out.

boom!

Thor's hammer hit the rocky mountain heavily.

Ares watched as it flew past him, completely predicting that the trajectory of the attack would not hit him.

Thor's legs were swaying and his eyes were blurry. Ares immediately felt confident.

How can I beat a drunken drunk?

Move sideways to avoid the sneak attack of Thor summoning Mjolnir.

"A battle in the sky."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ares soared into the sky and disappeared into the dark clouds in the blink of an eye.

Thor swung Mjolnir and followed.

Boom!

The next second, there were frequent lightning and thunder in the dark clouds.

Everyone below could not clearly see the fighting situation.

How could a mortal spy on the confrontation between the two gods?

"Princess, the floor is dirty, don't sleep anymore."

Allen stepped forward to check on Diana's injuries.

Judging from the appearance, there were no injuries, just a gray face, and eyes that seemed to be autistic and lifeless.

It seems that the blow is not small, and the whole person is in a state of downtime.

The princess of Paradise Island, who had always been strong in her life, was beaten in front of everyone and was unable to fight back. She had lost all face on the spot.

"Beep, beep, beep, Allen, the director of Qingshan Psychiatry Department, has arrived at the scene of the accident."

Looking at the stunned Diana, Allen waved his hand in front of her, held his chin and thought: "The patient's condition is very bad."

"May I ask Director Allen, what is her illness?"

Allen said seriously to his right hand: "Nurse Xiaoyou, she suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder. I, who also majored in emotional studies, diagnosed her at a glance. She needs to start a new relationship to fill the vacancy left by her predecessor."

"Don't believe it, he is a psychopath."

Allen turned to look at his left hand and said seriously: "Nurse Xiaozuo, please don't question my authority as a doctor."

At this time, Diana sat up and looked at Allen helplessly.

The fighting on the island is still going on. The nobles are fighting with the Atlantean soldiers. If it weren't for Nana'vi, they might have been killed and injured long ago. The difference in numbers is really huge.

Diana regained her fighting spirit and immediately intervened in the battle between the two kings, causing the situation to reverse instantly.

Diana couldn't defeat Ares, the god of war, and she couldn't defeat a genetically mutated person.

Accompanied by the shining fire, the Sword of Vulcan cut off the trident symbolizing royal power with one sword, and Atlan's defeat was determined.

Namor grabbed the opponent's arm from behind, and Diana placed the divine sword across his neck.

"Guess whether there are bullets in my gun."

Allen came up to join in the fun, pressing two energy weapons against Atlan's crotch.

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit.

Atlan still maintained his kingly demeanor and said calmly: "Just give me a good time, someone will be buried with me."

The burial companions he was referring to must be the family members of Namor's men.

For a time, they were forced to dare not take action.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Diana frowned deeply. It would be really a headache to meet a prisoner who was incapable of getting enough food and salt.

"I'm afraid, but I've already arranged my backup plan."

Atlan said bluntly: "Once I die, the United Ocean Kingdom will still implement its plan. It will never stop purging the coexistence faction and launching a war on Paradise Island."

"One Piece, my king must be so competent. I'm asking if you're afraid of someone plotting something against you."

Allen's two energy weapons were pressed against his chest, and he said with a look that saw through you: "Don't you just want to bargain? It would be easy for you to survive. Release the hostages, stop the war, and give you a few tons of magic." Metal, send me a batch of fine wine, and I’ll treat you to a supper, that’s fun.”

Atlan's expression froze, that was exactly what he intended.

But the question of how many tons of magic metal is needed is really far-fetched.

The inventory of such resources in Atlantis is very scarce, and each tribe is only willing to use it to make the trident, the symbol of royal power. It can be said that the little bit is used less, and it is absolutely impossible to waste it.

"There's not that much seventh metal." Atlan said bluntly.

"How much can you give?"

"Thirty pounds at most."

Allen gave Diana a look: "Cut off both hands and feet, as long as the person lives."

"Wait a minute, forty pounds."

Atlan looked panicked, living without arms and legs, it would be better to die.

"Cut off an arm and a pair of legs."

"Fifty pounds."

"A pair of legs."

"Sixty pounds."

"A leg."

"Seventy pounds."

"make a deal."

Allen needs the seventh metal to make equipment. His opponent is too powerful, and he doesn't feel safe unless he covers himself with a layer of iron.

Forget about Namor taking back the throne.

How to manage a country where the whole country is hostile to you? It is better to take the subjects who are loyal to you and find another habitat.

Relying on force to rule is not a long-term solution after all.

Today there is the Atlanta rebellion, tomorrow there is the Atlanta impeachment, and the day after tomorrow there is the Atlanta uprising. Do you want to live a happy life?

Stopping the war is what Diana wants. She doesn't care who the king of Atlantis is, as long as she doesn't mess with Paradise Island.

As for the wine, it was prepared for Thor, God of Thunder, to build relationships.

Make a deal.

All parties benefit.

After experiencing so many things, Namor was no longer in the mood to fight for the throne, and even felt a little world-weary.

Diana gets the results she wants, and learns that the man behind it is Ares, the god of war.

If Ares hadn't been pushing for the war, Atlantis wouldn't have been able to sustain the war.

"Prepare another pink dolphin."

Allen almost forgot about Nanawi. He kept talking about wanting a pink dolphin, so he solved it together.

Waiting for the battle to end in the clouds.

If Ares wins, then the agreement will be void.

Boom!

Rolling thunder swept across the sky.

In an instant, the dark clouds dispersed, and Thor, the God of Thunder, stood in the sky.

The long blond hair was stained with blood, and there were wounds on the face bleeding.

"Get out of here. If you run away in the middle of a fight, you're not a god of war. You should be a god of escape instead."

Thor looked around, but couldn't get a response.

It seems that the winner has been decided, and Thor is even better.

"Master of the Moon Worshiping Cult, I'll treat you to a drink."

Alan shouted towards the sky.

As soon as he heard that there was wine, Thor suddenly became energetic. He suddenly fell in front of everyone and asked: "What kind of good wine can there be in the world? Asgard's wine is the best in the world."

"You'll know after you taste it."

Allen didn't know whether the wine in Atlantis was delicious. After all, he didn't drink. Drinking was harmful to health. He already had a brain problem. If he drank it and caused trouble to his body, he would really have a whole body of problems.

Atlan ordered his guards to prepare the ransom and no longer had any illusions in his heart.

At the beginning, Ares came to cooperate, thinking of relying on the power of Atlantis to launch a war sweeping the world, and then establishing a world ruled by Atlantis, and the God of War was the only god worshiped and recognized.

Now it seems that it is undoubtedly a foolish dream.