Chapter 400: The Void Hand Behind the Curtain
The grudges of the previous generation ended with T'Challa.
As he stood up, his royal guards dropped to one knee in recognition of their king.
However, there was no sign of joy on T'Challa's face—only a lingering heaviness weighed on his heart.
At this point, Black Manta had become completely isolated.
The Extremis Warriors were utterly annihilated.
Wakanda's royal guards had turned against him.
Even his own amphibian troops were gone.
Clang!
A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.
A golden flash spiraled through the air and fell before Allen.
Looking closely—it was the Golden Trident.
However, David now stood wreathed in black mist, his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth all glowing with eerie green light. There was no trace of humanity left in him—only a killing machine.
In the blink of an eye, a black mist-laced attack forced the three kings to retreat.
"Insects, prepare to face your judgment."
A voice devoid of any emotion came from David's mouth. It was as if he had become a different person.
Arthur, struggling against the black mist and green glow, could only watch as David walked up to him, raising the Dark Trident high to deliver a lethal blow.
Clang!
Suddenly—
The Golden Trident intercepted the fatal strike.
David coldly turned to see who blocked him.
It was Allen, brandishing the Golden Trident, dramatically flipping his hair and introducing himself flamboyantly:
"I am Little Fishman Yuan Hua. May I ask your name, good sir?"
"Die!"
David replied with a savage slash.
The Dark Trident and Golden Trident collided repeatedly, sending out deafening shockwaves that made everyone's eardrums throb.
For a time, the two were locked in close combat, fighting fiercely with no clear advantage.
Everyone who knew Allen was visibly stunned.
They had never seen him fight in close quarters before and had assumed he specialized in magic.
But the reality before them revealed Allen to be a true all-rounder.
His max-level warrior class wasn't just for show.
Thanks to his weapon mastery skills, Allen wielded the Golden Trident with ease the moment he drew it.
"Why is there a one-foot blade extending from the trident?" Arthur asked in disbelief.
He knew his weapon better than anyone. This had never happened before.
That one-foot-long golden blade was incredibly sharp—it could cut through David's body with ease. However, protected by an evil god's power, David could regenerate almost instantly.
Without a doubt, it was a max-level weapon effect—increasing attack range by 30% and granting armor penetration.
"Why is Allen glowing with blood light?" Namor asked, puzzled.
The moment the blood glow appeared, Allen's aura exploded—he seemed like a completely different person.
Burning Blood of Fury—tripling all stats.
At the cost of burning his own blood.
"I'm outta here!"
After hundreds of exchanges, Allen suddenly turned and dove into the sea.
Everyone was baffled.
He was clearly holding his ground—why flee now with no warning?
Mindless David, devoid of thought or care, instinctively pursued him.
"My Golden Trident!!"
Arthur panicked. Seeing his precious weapon stolen by Allen was unbearable.
In the ocean, empowered by the Golden Trident, Allen moved like a fish in water.
"C'mon, kid—keep up!"
Even while fleeing, Allen kept taunting, worried David might turn around.
Fighting on the island was suicide.
Burning Blood of Fury consumed blood, and when it ran out, death was inevitable.
Then it struck him: the main city of Atlantis was crawling with evil creatures, and the celestial gods were bathing the battlefield in blood—wasn't this the perfect setting to activate Bloodbath Mode?
Before long, he saw a dense, black swarm ahead—
A massive horde of evil creatures packed tightly together.
Boom!
As he landed in the enemy ranks, Allen began slashing wildly with the Golden Trident.
Within seconds, his kill count triggered Bloodbath Mode, activating the crucial Blood Prison Domain.
Inside this domain, Allen's health could never drop below one, making him immune to death from bloodburn depletion.
At the same moment, David caught up.
The two began fighting underwater.
In the Blood Prison, Allen was further empowered by Edge of Blood—
Each strike carried a blood shadow, dealing 100% additional true damage.
Bang!
Allen casually landed a powerful blow.
Though David blocked it, his trembling arms gripping the Dark Trident showed the tide had turned.
With his base strength multiplied 72 times, then tripled by Bloodburn, and doubled again by Edge of Blood, Allen's output now exceeded 400x his normal power.
"Brothers! That dumbass mustn't die—help him kill more evil creatures to maintain the Blood Prison!"
The Neurotic Heavenly Emperor realized this was the critical moment and ordered the gods to slaughter the outer perimeter of Allen's domain.
Blood from slain creatures was extracted and absorbed into the Blood Prison, expanding it rapidly—soon it became a vast lake of blood.
"Why won't you die already? My screen time is expensive, dammit!"
Allen kept attacking madly. Though David defended without falling, his body started to change.
The green glow spread from his features into his veins, casting a faint emerald glow over his body.
Black mist gathered behind him, gradually forming the outline of a humanoid figure.
"Holy crap, badass—you've got a soul beast!"
Allen tried to scatter the shadowy figure, but it had no physical form—more like a projection of some kind of rule.
"Blackie, can you please die already? My right hand's getting sore—I feel bad making her do all this heavy lifting."
David ignored Allen's ranting completely.
He was now a puppet controlled by the Dark Trident, incapable of thinking, speaking, or acting on anything but instinct.
"Wait, the black shadow has horns... Could it be…"
Allen's expression changed: "It's the Little Divine Dragon!"
But that was clearly a huge mistake.
In under a minute, the shadow fully descended into the mortal world.
A towering three-meter-tall humanoid form, pitch-black from head to toe, wearing a five-fingered crown.
"At last, I have descended upon the mortal realm."
The shadow exuded the aura of an eternal emperor. Though it had no facial features, one could still sense its supreme arrogance.
"Hey big guy, who the hell are you?" Allen asked with innocent curiosity.
"You are unworthy to kn—"
The shadow froze.
Even without facial expressions, its emotional shift was obvious.
"Goddammit! Why is it you again, you crazy bastard?! What rotten luck!" it cursed angrily, completely abandoning its lofty demeanor.
"I know who you are—the Void Hand, right? The Right Hand of the Great Darkness!"
Allen suddenly recalled a major comic book villain—the description fit perfectly.
"I'm not! You've got the wrong guy! I'm the Crimson Lord, Cyttorak!" the Void Hand tried to lie.
"Bullshit! That guy's one of my bosses!" Allen shot back instantly.
"Fine! I'm not the Void Hand—stop guessing already."
The Void Hand made an excuse: "My stove's on at home—I gotta go. Let's catch up later!"
And with that, the shadow vanished.
At the same time, the power granted to the Dark Trident vanished.
Obviously, the Void Hand had withdrawn its blessing.
Without the protection of an evil god, David reverted to a normal human—though his mind had been completely destroyed. He was now nothing more than a walking corpse.
Even when seawater filled his lungs, he showed no reaction—like someone seeking death.
With no dark god controlling them, the evil creatures immediately retreated to the deep sea.
The crisis of Atlantis was finally over.
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