Chapter 388: Allen Revives Namor Yet Again
The submarine released submersibles, and as they observed the glacier tunnel blasted open by three nuclear warheads, excitement lit up the crew's faces.
"The probe is entering the crevice."
As the submersible outfitted with cameras slowly made its way into the massive crack, an astonishing sight emerged—numerous ancient buildings frozen in ice.
Intricately designed architecture of high artistic value, along with armored ancient Atlanteans, were all sealed within the ice.
"This is unbelievable."
Killian stared at the monitor, breathing nervously.
The United Kingdom of Atlantis had already established diplomatic ties with the surface world, so people were aware of its existence. However, Atlantis had refused deeper cooperation, limiting interaction strictly to diplomacy.
In terms of military, economics, and technology, they clearly had no interest in dealing with surface dwellers.
"There was once a civil war here among the Atlanteans. The current royal family probably doesn't even know about it, especially considering how Aquaman's family loves rewriting history."
Black Manta, David, never missed a chance to insult his rival, eager to drag Aquaman's name through the mud.
To be fair, the historical revisionism and coup orchestrated by Aquaman's grandfather was indeed a documented fact.
"Commander, we're encountering signal interference."
Suddenly, static filled the screen, and within moments, the display went completely black.
"Report: We've lost contact with the submersible. Radiation waves are blocking signal transmission."
David remained unfazed, instead ordering, "Can you recover the last frame before the signal cut off?"
"No problem."
The technician got to work, soon restoring the final captured image.
"Zoom in on this spot."
David pointed to a corner of the image. As it was magnified several times, a palace faintly glowing green came into view. His excitement erupted. "There it is! The Dark Trident is inside that palace!"
"Deploy the operatives for landing."
At his command, the elite frogman combat unit of the Black Manta Pirate Crew donned Atlantean Royal Guard armor.
David himself wore his custom black armor with an exaggerated oval helmet that looked downright comical.
"Need our help?" Killian asked.
"Just send one team in a submersible to assist. That'll be enough."
David reminded, "But they must follow my orders."
"Fine."
With no choice but to yield under current circumstances, Killian stayed calm and simply gave Jack a look. Jack immediately arranged for a squad of Extremis Soldiers to assist.
Of course, the so-called artifact intrigued Killian, but what truly interested him was Atlantean biotechnology.
Without David's guidance, it would be impossible to locate the Kingdom of Atlantis, especially since it was deep underwater—well beyond the capabilities of Extremis Soldiers.
Although the Extremis virus could regenerate limbs in miraculous fashion, lack of oxygen would still result in brain death.
Inside the submarine's drainage chamber, David led twenty frogmen and two submersibles through the glacial fissure.
After selling off vibranium ore, they now had money to burn on equipment.
At tens of millions per manned submersible, David bought ten in one go—just in case.
If only he could afford to buy an entire fleet of nuclear-powered submarines from major nations, he'd probably replace them all and even expand his force.
…
"Wake up. Don't go sleeping on me."
Allen spun Namor around in circles by the ankles.
Unconscious, Namor slowly parted his lips, coughing up seawater from his lungs as he began to regain consciousness.
That actually worked?
T'Challa watched the absurd scene unfold and silently vowed to keep far away from this lunatic for the rest of his life.
"Oh yeah, centrifugal resuscitation works every time!"
Now that Namor was awake, Allen stopped spinning. Namor, however, looked like he had just downed a dozen shots of high-proof liquor—utterly dazed.
After a while, he finally regained full clarity.
"Black Manta is nearby. I asked a whale—it said it saw five submarines pass through. When I went back to check, I got caught in a nuclear explosion."
Namor was livid. Three nuclear bombs had gone off this time, and he had nearly been obliterated.
Fortunately, he was wearing a vibranium weave suit. Without it, the radiation alone would've been fatal.
"Let's move."
Allen's expression turned serious. He was extremely curious why Black Manta had come all the way to the Arctic.
With flight capability, Namor soared into the sky to scout the area.
Upon reaching a certain altitude, he spotted a nearby rift—and through the ice, a faint green light seeped out.
"Heavenly treasures belong to those with the strength to claim them."
After hearing Namor's description, Allen shouted with excitement, "Fellow cultivators! Join me, your humble Nascent Soul True Monarch, in seizing this great fortune!"
"…"
No one really understood what he was babbling about.
Without waiting, Allen bolted toward the rift.
Meanwhile…
Black Manta and his squad had successfully landed.
Before them lay a city buried beneath the ice, holding a long-forgotten history.
Encased in the frozen realm were not only Atlantean soldiers—but terrifying creatures as well.
"I just saw its eye move."
One of the frogmen pointed nervously at a humanoid monster embedded in an ice wall.
Its entire body was pitch-black like a mummified corpse, and eerie green light glowed from its eye sockets—like a specter from the depths of hell.
"Don't panic!"
David raised his voice to steady his troops. "It's just a visual illusion from the ice and snow. Secure the target and retreat to the submarine immediately."
Truthfully, he was just as frightened.
After all, when facing supernatural forces, there was no tried-and-true countermeasure.
Judging by how it ended up encased in ice, it was clearly extremely dangerous. No one would've gone to such great lengths to seal it away unless it was truly a deadly threat.
David treaded carefully toward the palace, doing his best not to touch anything that might trigger hidden traps.
Before long, a palace appeared at the far end.
The only way to reach it was a floating stone walkway. David didn't dare take chances and pointed at the Extremis Soldiers behind him.
"You lot—scout the path."
Jack's face darkened.
It was obvious David was treating them like cannon fodder.
Still, seeing the frogmen armed with energy rifles, the Extremis Soldiers had no choice but to swallow their anger.
"Follow me," Jack ordered.
The Extremis Soldiers stepped onto the walkway.
If not for their advanced regenerative abilities, they might have chosen to fight back right then and there.
Suddenly, turrets rose on both sides of the walkway. Despite the ages, they still functioned perfectly.
Boom!
They automatically locked onto targets and fired azure energy blasts.
In a flash, one Extremis Soldier had a hole blasted through his chest—a wound the size of a human head.
"Focus fire! Take down those turrets!" David immediately ordered.
Fortunately, the frogmen's equipment—cutting-edge Atlantean tech—proved quite effective against the ancient energy turrets.
Twenty concentrated energy beams quickly destroyed one of the turrets.
As they focused fire one by one, all the turrets were neutralized within three minutes.
The Extremis Soldiers successfully reached the other side, only for David to bark, "Don't move!"
He feared they might seize the Dark Trident for themselves—he never trusted the Extremis organization to begin with.
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