My days as an armor warrior in DC Comics

A few hours ago, the country of fishermen on the bottom of the sea.

Aum took advantage of the unpreparedness of the King of the Fisherman Kingdom and suddenly attacked without any sense of martial ethics. He pierced the chest of the King of the Fisherman Kingdom with a halberd and killed him. He also appointed the underage princess to succeed the king, lead the army, and go on an expedition with him.

"coward!"

Looking at the corpse of the King of the Fisherman Kingdom who was killed by him in a sneak attack, he had no respect at all and was instead very disdainful.

He returned to his flagship and watched thousands of soldiers board the modified biological battleship and march with the flagship, his chest filled with arrogance that looked down upon the world.

At this time, Vico, the prime minister, came in. Aum looked at his army and asked: "Vico, do you still think that launching a war was a mistake?"

"King Aum, my idea of ​​using peaceful means to solve the problem has never changed, but since the king has an order, I will try my best to complete it!"

Vico bowed to the king and expressed his thoughts without being humble or condescending.

Aum was not angry, at least there was no such expression on his face. He turned around and looked at the prime minister who had been conscientiously completing his duties.

"You do obey the king's orders, but which king? My mother Atlanna, my father, me, or my bastard brother?"

Om said these words, his face still expressionless, but his hands were clenched into fists.

"I don't understand. For so many years, what I have done for the Kingdom of Atlan is worse than a bastard living on land?"

Facing Orm's questioning, Vico neither panicked nor regretted. He had long expected this day. As for Orm's questioning, he was not touched at all.

"It's not that I haven't thought about assisting you. But since the day you ascended the throne, you have been planning to attack the land. The people of Atlantis are just numbers to you, but you can throw them away at will."

Vico didn't get angry, he just stated his true inner thoughts with a calm expression.

"But Arthur is different. Although he has never set foot in Atlantis, he has been helping others, women and poor, old and young, young people, they are all the same to him, there is no difference."

"Based on this alone, he is hundreds of times stronger than you, a war madman!"

Vico only expressed his views on principles, but not Orm's strategy.

In the past hundred years, with the development of the land, it is true that the behavior has become more and more excessive, and a lot of garbage and harmful substances have been put in. They must be punished and corrected, but that is completely different from war.

This is like someone throwing rubbish in front of your house. You didn't even say a word of warning, but you came up and hacked the person to death with a knife. No matter how you say it, it's too much.

What's more, there are no fewer swords on land than in the ocean. By making enemies everywhere, aren't you just recruiting enemies for Atlantis?

Vico didn't say any of this, because he had tried to persuade Orm more than once in the past, but he couldn't listen because his arrogance had taken over his mind.

"You are the stupid one, Vico!" Orm pointed at his prime minister's nose and said, "You don't know how powerful I am. This power is enough to change the whole world!"

Vico shook his head: "No matter what tricks you have, Arthur will definitely deal with you!"

"Then let's wait and see!"

Aum didn't argue, just called the guards: "Take him down and imprison him in the best place. I want him to watch how I conquered the ocean, and then conquered the land, and let the whole world belong to me." My feet are shaking."

The guards escorted the silent Vico away.

Aum looked at the large number of troops and suddenly became disinterested and stopped looking at the situation outside.

"As long as you conquer the Saltwater Tribe, you will have the most powerful army on the planet!"

King Zebel walked in, his words full of encouragement to Orm.

Orm glanced at the old fox. Although Vico respected the bastard, he would not compromise on his orders.

And Zebel, hum!

Orm was wary of this old fox, but he didn't show it on his face. As long as he integrated the four kingdoms, his ambition could only be ambition.

With the challenge, Orm became excited again, and he shouted to himself: "Rise! Atlantis, let the world tremble at our feet!"

"Oh~"

The cheers of countless people reached Orm's ears, making him feel that I had the advantage.

But if you look at it from the air, the ones who responded most enthusiastically were the Atlan soldiers who had been living in a war atmosphere for a long time.

The soldiers of the Kingdom of Xebel were perfunctory and had no choice but to applaud as if they were listening to the leader's speech.

And the soldiers of the Fisherman Kingdom who had just killed their king just opened their mouths and said nothing!

The army that seems to be a whole has actually been divided internally, and the gap between them is not an exaggeration.

But none of this exists in Orm's eyes.

He just kept urging the army to speed up in order to deal a fatal blow to the Xianshui tribe's army. At the same time, he ordered the news of the army's attack to be spread, and secretly arranged two partial divisions to set off lightly.

"The Saltwater Tribe are all a bunch of brainless idiots! As long as we launch a massive attack, they will definitely fight us head-on and fight to the death!"

Orm said so.

The Saltwater tribe did indeed do this. The reason was not because Orm said they were stupid or smart, but because the area where the Saltwater tribe was located was full of harsh environments such as submarine volcanoes. If outsiders wanted to attack, there were only a few directions they could choose.

……

War is a complex art, yet simple at the same time.

No matter how complicated the early preparations are, once the war starts, the situation will be like a flood, flowing thousands of miles, and it will be difficult to control it with manpower.

However, Orm had not yet realized the difference between war and duel. He confidently deployed his troops in front of the border of Saltwater Country.

The king of the Saltwater Tribe shouted to his people: "Teach those rotten fishes in Atlan a lesson, let them know, know, know, we are not easy to mess with!"

"Hold your position, rather die than retreat!"

"I would rather die than retreat!"

Everyone in the Xianshui tribe was waving their own weapons and scattered among the fortresses built based on the volcano, showing no signs of taking the initiative to attack.

"attack!"

Without hesitation, Orm roared and issued the order to attack.

The Atlantean warship stretched out its gun barrel, and lasers and energy cannons formed a real barrage, raining down on the saltwater tribe's frontline fortress.

"defense!"

The Saltwater Tribe warriors activated the defense device and used hot water devices to extract energy from the magma, forming a protective shield around the fortress.

Spears and shields collided, and in the end there was no winner.

Orm immediately ordered the soldiers to start charging.

Soldiers riding modified fish weapons emitted blue light and pushed forward the battle line.

The Saltwater King ordered to hold on.

The saltwater tribe hiding in the fortress continued to absorb the energy of the magma and braved the red light to stabilize the fortress.

As soon as the two sides clashed, the bottom of the sea turned into a mill of flesh and blood. Countless corpses fell into the gunfire and then floated upward.

……

Two hours later, the battle situation became even more tense. The two partial divisions that Orm had high hopes for were unable to function. They were also trapped in the fortress group, unable to move.

"Enough, enough!"

King Zebel grabbed Orm's cloak, pulled him back, and shouted: "We have sacrificed too many people. If this continues, even if I defeat the Saltwater Tribe, it will be meaningless!"

Om looked at the countless corpses floating in the sea around him, feeling ashamed and angry, because he had lost to those crabs.

"Guard, follow me!"

Orm waved the trident in his hand and rode the semi-steel shark on his body, heading straight for the enemy.

Those loyal guards were around to protect their king from harm, even if it cost them their own lives, they would not hesitate.

The sacrifices of these people did not move Orm at all. He only had eyes for the Saltwater Tribe king.