Chapter 390: Allen Defeated in a Single Move
The moment they stepped into the palace—
Directly ahead, David spotted a charred corpse slumped on the throne, its blackened hands gripping a broken trident.
The trident's obsidian surface was laced with glowing green cracks, seemingly on the verge of shattering.
"A divine weapon!"
David could no longer contain his excitement.
This was the legendary Dark Trident, the very weapon he had long dreamed of using to destroy Atlantis.
In truth, it had another name—the Scepter of the Dead King.
Without hesitation, he quickened his pace and grabbed the fractured trident with both hands.
In an instant, David's face twisted in pain. Glowing green light surged through his veins, spreading rapidly from his arms across his entire body.
In just a few breaths, it reached his head. Around his eye sockets, the green glow webbed like a spider's nest, and his pupils gleamed a sickly green.
A flood of images and memories surged into David's mind.
He silently digested the knowledge passed down through the Dark Trident.
Among those memories were the thoughts of its former wielder—the Dead King—through which David glimpsed a hidden truth long buried in the river of history.
However, for an ordinary human, this truth held no practical value.
Before the memory feed ended, he saw a colossal shadow beyond the mortal realm—formless, featureless, without a face or body, only a humanoid silhouette with a crown shaped like five fingers atop its head.
David realized that the power of the Dark Trident came from this monstrous shadow—an otherworldly deity beyond human comprehension.
"Damn it! Got here too late. The black bastard already opened the treasure chest."
Allen stormed into the palace, fuming. "ET, hand over that fish spear you took from Little Fishman Yuan Hua, or I'll beat you till you turn into a red-skinned black freak."
Hand over the Dark Trident? Not a chance!
David now felt immensely powerful—his body surging with divine energy from the eldritch god.
"If you want it, come and take it."
With that, he clicked the two halves of the trident back together.
In that moment, a terrifying aura burst out from the Dark Trident, radiating in all directions.
David's glowing green eyes were now filled with pure malevolence.
"Ooh, green glow, scary~"
Allen gave a dramatic pelvic thrust, releasing a streak of green light that formed into a full Lantern Corps suit around him, complete with a bright green hat on his head. He struck a pose and declared confidently, "To make life worth living, always wear a little green on top."
"…"
David stared at Allen, puzzled by the green aura and wondering if it could be a form of divine power.
As a pirate who'd spent most of his life plundering the seas, David hadn't set foot in America for a long time, and he knew nothing of the Green Lantern's powers.
Besides, with the Green Lantern still active on Earth, who would ever expect a second Lantern to exist?
Of course, to be exact, Allen was a Lantern.
"Fist of the Kun—Cock…"
With another pelvic thrust, Allen projected his Lantern energy into the shape of a massive green fist aimed straight at his target.
David, bolstered by the power of the dark god, remained unphased. He swung the trident effortlessly.
In a flash, the green fist shattered into wisps of light.
"So embarrassing…"
Having failed his attack, Allen bashfully covered his crotch with his shield, his cheeks flushed pink. In a coy tone, he said, "You've broken the mighty Kun Serpent. You're the first man to do so…"
Ew.
David felt a wave of nausea.
Damn it, you're a grown man—why are you acting shy!?
"Grandpa, why is your face all red?"
Just then, Morgan arrived dragging T'Challa behind her. Namor came too, his eyes narrowing in alarm at the sight of the Dark Trident. His face turned pale as he cried, "He's been infused with the power of an Old God!"
Morgan, however, paid no attention, gazing innocently at Allen's flushed face.
"Grandpa, are you feeling okay?" she asked seriously.
"Every man has a few days where they feel… off." Allen turned away, still blushing.
"What feels off? Want me to massage it for you?" Morgan asked worriedly.
"No need, I'm already feeling much better."
Allen quickly regained his composure, retracted his Lantern construct, and shouted with righteous fervor, "Old Man Cap is online! Don't let that dark-skinned sissy get away!"
"…Can you not?" came T'Challa's weary voice.
He had just been used like a blunt weapon to pummel enemies outside the palace and was only now starting to recover.
"My bad."
Morgan let go of him awkwardly. "But you were pretty handy."
Thanks a lot.
T'Challa wanted to cry. Truly, the closer you got to lunatics, the more likely you were to become one yourself.
Still, he figured Tony Stark probably had it worse—after all, Morgan was his beloved daughter.
At that moment, David pointed the Dark Trident at Namor, a sneer on his face. "When I grabbed this weapon, I inherited the Dead King's memories."
Hearing this, Namor's face darkened.
"Namor, your ancestors usurped the throne. They betrayed the Dead King and stole the Atlantean crown, forcing him to sacrifice himself and his followers to gain dark powers." David chuckled coldly. "Before he died, the Dead King had one request—for his successor to slay the traitor's bloodline and avenge him. And you… are the traitor's sole heir."
Three pairs of eyes turned to Namor at once, silently questioning the truth of that claim.
But his expression said it all.
"Pirate King, is royal usurpation just an Atlantean tradition now?" Allen asked curiously.
Namor's ancestors stole the throne from the Dead King. Then Aquaman's grandfather snatched the crown that should've gone to Namor. And later, Aquaman himself took the throne from Orm.
Clearly, Atlantean nobles had a long, proud history of stabbing their kings in the back.
A tradition well preserved through the generations.
"Focus on the task at hand," Namor snapped, not interested in debating history. His attention was fully fixed on the Dark Trident.
That weapon was a true monstrosity—its destructive power had once cost Atlantis half its army.
"You want to kill me? Not so easy."
Suddenly, David slammed the trident into the ground, unleashing a wave of dark energy that surged through the palace.
"I can't see! Who turned off the lights!?" Allen yelled.
Taking advantage of the chaos, David didn't attack—instead, he fled the palace.
Having only recently acquired the artifact, he hadn't yet mastered its divine powers. In fact, the Dead King himself had been sealed away by traitors because the weapon hadn't been fully forged when he first wielded it.
As for revenge on the Dead King's behalf? That wasn't on David's mind at all. His only goal was to kill Aquaman and vent his hatred.
Sprinting down the palace corridor, David glanced back to see the four of them already breaking free of the darkness and in pursuit.
Instinctively, he swung the trident to unleash another wave of dark power.
Crack… crack…
The sound of shattering ice echoed through the corridor. The long-frozen corpses within began to stir, breaking free of their glacial tombs.
One of the Dark Trident's powers: resurrecting the dead to form an army of undead soldiers.
At the same time, the massive glacier groaned under the strain of the struggling undead, showing signs of imminent collapse.
"Fall back, now!" David barked to his surviving men as he ran.
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