Martin Variety in American Comics

The blinding white light illuminated the entire seabed. The king statue that had been preserved for tens of thousands of years and had witnessed the most prosperous period of Atlantis turned into dust under the bombardment of the warship's main gun and dissipated with the sea water.

But the three large warships suspended on the sea did not stop attacking, but increased the output power of the main gun.

"The target signal source has not disappeared, and the energy frequency is still increasing!"

"Increase the output power of the main gun and gradually climb to the highest."

The main forces of the three Atlantis ships were busy. Their main guns did not achieve the crushing victory they imagined, but were met with stubborn resistance.

The golden fish, which was only one meter long at most, did not turn into ashes under the light column. Instead, it miraculously gathered power beyond the imagination of the Atlantis soldiers and fought against the artillery fire.

Buzz!

Martin activated the power of the dragon scales, and the scales on the surface of his body turned into smooth mirrors.

With a flick of the tail, each scale burst out with a strong golden-red light, rising into the sky and turning into a ten-meter-long, pure energy-made him.

The golden-red energy carp went upstream and pushed back the beams of light fired by the main guns of the three Atlantis warships little by little.

The collision of the two energies released huge heat, evaporating the seawater used, forming a cloud of smoke that covered the entire battlefield.

"What kind of fish is this? It can withstand the gunfire of three main battleships on its own?"

The soldiers of Atlantis and the Kingdom of Zebel looked at the golden fish shuttling in the white steam, and their hands and feet were cold, and even on the bottom of the sea, they felt dry mouths.

They couldn't imagine how to deal with such an enemy if they faced it on the battlefield.

In other words, how should they come back alive from the hands of the other party.

Boom!

Martin pressed the light cannon back into the muzzle of the warship, causing a violent explosion, instantly paralyzing the three main battleships.

Vicko had already rushed into the boiling steam with several guards and snatched back the bloody Orm.

Arthur and Orm were both injured in the fight. Both of them had reached their limit of physical strength and were just holding on with one breath.

Vicko broke the deadlock of their confrontation, snatched the armor and left without looking back.

"What are you doing? Come on, kill that damn bastard."

Orm was covered in blood, and the exquisite silver armor had been scrapped, turning into pieces of iron inserted into his body, intertwined with flesh and blood.

Even so, the physical pain could not suppress the grief and humiliation in Orm's heart.

He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe that he couldn't defeat the bastard from the land after using all his means.

Even though Arthur was as bloody and wounded as him, and couldn't even stand steadily.

But for Orm, this was a failure.

If what happened today gets out, who will still recognize him as the king, and how many people will still support his plan to go to war with the land.

"Vico, all of you follow me, I must chop off the head of that bastard today and bring it back to the capital, so that those who have different intentions will know that I am the king."

Om is now like a red-eyed gambler at the gambling table, even if it is possible to risk his life, he will not hesitate.

Vico was in great pain. In the past ten years, he hoped that Arthur could return to Atlantis.

But when this moment came, he was terrified.

The "Prince's Revenge" he had been looking forward to turned into a bloody fight. Arthur didn't care about the kingdom under the sea at all, he just wanted to eliminate all dangers from the seabed for him and his father.

"Your injuries are too serious and need immediate treatment. With our warships, no matter what the enemy is, it will be reduced to ashes under the gunfire."

Vico didn't think Arthur could survive the gunfire of the warships.

He was completely rotten, and he only wanted to take Orm and leave this battlefield as soon as possible.

"I will never leave until I kill that half-blood bastard and wash away my shame."

Om struggled to get rid of Vicco's hand and let the medical soldier treat his injuries on the spot.

Martin scrapped the attack capabilities of three battleships, flicked his tail, and swam to Arthur's side.

Arthur's situation was not much better than Orm's. His right arm bone was broken, piercing the flesh and exposing it.

His upper body was blue and purple, with bruises and scars everywhere.

His head was swollen like a pig's head, and one leg was bent into an S shape.

Martin looked at Arthur's miserable appearance and said immediately: "We should leave!"

"Leave? How can we leave when Orm hasn't been dealt with yet?"

Arthur struggled to raise his head, and there was a cracking sound from his neck.

"Om is a piece of stinky shit. You can kill him anytime you want."

Martin said worriedly, "But if you don't leave, you will die here. For me, the whole Atlantis is not as important as your friend."

"Ah, it warms my heart to hear your sincere words at this time."

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the pain in his lungs like a knife. He couldn't help coughing a few times, which made it even more painful.

"But everything I saw today made me realize that Orm is a pure careerist and a war madman. If he is dealt with one day later, more people will be hurt."

Arthur had to lower his voice because of the pain in his lungs, but the determination contained in his words was as heavy as a mountain.

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"I respect your opinion, but how can you fight with this ghost look."

Martin saw that the Atlantis warships launched a large number of small ships, which were full of soldiers and surrounded him and Arthur from all directions.

But Martin did not look at the soldiers.

Arthur slowly turned his head and whispered: "In fact, I can draw energy from the ocean to enhance my strength and heal my injuries. But I have never been injured so badly, so..."

"So you want to treat me as a fish meat power bank? No problem, suck it quickly, and let's beat these bastards quickly after sucking it."

Martin used his fin to touch the golden dragon scale between his eyebrows.

This relic from the real dragon has the power to mobilize the power of the sea. The moment Martin called him, it changed from an ordinary carp to a dragon-like magical thing.

The golden dragon scale rotated, emitting a burst of golden light that fell on Arthur.

In an instant, the surging life energy rushed into Arthur's body like a flood, blowing him into a big balloon.

"Martin, you gave me too much energy. I can't hold on."

Martin didn't stop. He tapped the scales again and placed the fin on Arthur's chest, connecting through his ability.

The moment he put his hand on his chest, he seemed to see a huge network connecting countless leaping sparks.

But this feeling was fleeting. Martin's eyes returned to normal again, and Arthur's injuries also recovered in the blink of an eye.

"I feel that my body is full of strength."

Arthur jumped up. He pulled out Orm's trident from the ruins and waved it a few times to get familiar with the weapon in his hand.

He felt the increasing power after connecting with Martin, and couldn't help saying: "It would be great if you couldn't change. In this way, the two of us will join forces and we will definitely be able to kill people!"

"Wait until you kill Orm, then tell me this!"

Martin rolled his eyes at him and prepared for battle.

Orm quickly recovered from his injuries under the accumulation of medicines from the medical soldiers and put on armor specially used for combat again.

Nereus asked his guards to join the ranks of surrounding the enemy, and he rode on the seahorse to Orm and said: "King Orm, do you need my help?"

"Of course."

Om stood up and said with a grim face: "Anyone who can help me chop off the head of that bastard is welcome."

After that, he swam to the center of the army and shouted: "Attack, for your king, kill that bastard."

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