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The Royal Senate of Atlantis.

This is the royal family of Atlantis, an important hall used to discuss major events and determine the direction and future of the country.

The main members of the general Senate are held by ten high-ranking royal families. They can decide whether to reject the king's order through voting and other methods, of course, only in some special circumstances.

So to a certain extent, the power of the Senate is actually greater than that of the king.

But above the ten-person Senate, there is one person whose rights are above the king and the Senate, and that is the 'high priest' of Atlantis.

Although the high priest is extremely powerful, he rarely intervenes in politics.

He rarely even stepped out of the temple, and only appeared to the Senate when invited by the king.

The high priest is quite mysterious in Atlantis, even the royal family and the king know very little about it.

But there was a certain royal family who made a terrible guess.

During the 10,000 years that Atlantis sank to the bottom of the sea, the High Priest remained the same and never changed.

There was no evidence for this speculation, so it was shelved in the end, but no one dared to provoke the majesty of the high priest.

At this time, all the ten members of the Senate of Atlantis gathered together, their faces were extremely gloomy, the oppressive atmosphere enveloped the hall, and the air was almost frozen.

And the high priest sat in the exclusive position, wearing a bronze mask on his face, like a statue, without the slightest bit of anger.

Namor sat in the king's seat, with one hand on his forehead, and lowered his eyes tiredly, wondering what he was thinking.

"Namo, you have disappointed us so much!"

One of them, a very old senator with fins on his face, tapped his cane heavily, and said coldly: "As the king of Atlantis, someone else nailed it to the ground with a trident. What a shame!"

"That's right! We can't promise him!"

The other old man was full of anger, showing fangs that didn't look like human teeth, his thin tongue hissing in the air, and a man with a face like a moray shouted in a low voice: "The Great Temple of Atlantis is the Is our most important place of origin accessible to humans on land?"

"He dares to threaten Atlantis, we can't agree to this alone!" The seahorse-like old man said with a cold face, "Even if Atlantis is in danger of dying, it cannot lie down. He is so rampant as a land person!"

"enough!"

Listening to the anger and doubts of the royal family below, a gleam of anger appeared in Namor's eyes, and he said coldly, "Could it be that the three elders are planning to let him destroy Atlantis?"

"He dares!"

"Hehe, how is that possible!"

"Just him? A land man? Destroying Atlantis? Namor, I think you're afraid of being beaten by him!"

The three old men were full of doubts and did not believe that the other party could destroy Atlantis with just one person.

"Three elders, I can prove what Namor said." Marina stood up, pointed to the trident beside the throne, and said, "Besides the sea kings of all dynasties, who have you seen who can control the sea **** trident?"

As soon as these words came out, the Senate fell silent.

The holy Neptune Trident was casually placed beside the throne. The blade of the halberd was stained with some scarlet bloodstains that had not dried up. It seemed to be silently telling someone's brutal behavior.

The trident is an artifact forged by the sea god. It contains the will left by the sea god. If it is not recognized by the person, even if he does his best, it is impossible to pick up the trident, let alone throw it back. It will hurt the owner it recognizes. .

Namor's face was a little ugly. After all, anyone who was exposed in public would probably feel uncomfortable, but he surprisingly did not refute, but acquiesced to this fact.

"That can only mean one thing."

The old man who spoke at first slowly stood up, stared at Namor with sharp eyes, and said in a meaningful way: "The Seagod Trident... Maybe it hasn't found its true owner."

"Pierre, what do you mean?!"

Hearing this, Namor couldn't sit still, got up directly from the throne, and stared at the old man fiercely: "Do you mean that I'm not worthy of being the king of Atlantis?"

"Humph, I didn't say that."

Pierre sneered again and again and said, "It's just that you are worthy of being a king, then you have to ask yourself, why did you get hurt by the trident?"

The high priest sat on the side, but did not say any words, this act seemed to acquiesce, and gave Pierre more courage.

"Elder Pierre, are you doubting the high priest and the choice of the sea god?"

Marina stood up and said coldly: "Don't think I don't know, since Kadir lost to Namor in the battle for the Sea King, you have been dissatisfied, do you want to ignore Atlantis now? Are you safe, start the war again?"

Doubting the choice of the High Priest and the Sea God, this is a huge black pot, even the royal family dare not take it, Pierre's face suddenly turned blue, and vicious anger erupted in his eyes.

"Okay, Pierre, Marina."

An old man who looked like a human slowly got up and said: "Now Atlantis is in crisis and needs to unite and help each other. It's not a time to fight for power, you two should be quiet."

"Yes, Elder Julius."

Marina smiled slightly and took a half step back, indicating that she would no longer pursue this matter.

"Humph."

Pierre sneered and sat back in his seat, closing his eyes.

Julius glanced at Namor and said indifferently: "King, you can sit back now, under the witness of the Sea God, the high priest personally recognized you, and the trident also recognized you, so no one can question your status. ."

"Thank you Julius the Elder."

Namor suppressed the anger in his heart, nodded gratefully, and then slowly sat back on the throne.

"King, can you tell me why you agreed to that person?" Julius said slowly: "After all, your attitude, to a large extent, represents Atlantis, if it's just because of a battle Losing, this reason is too far-fetched."

"I doubt......"

Namor's eyes sank, as if recalling the coercion, he sighed with lingering fears, glanced at the high priest, and continued: "That person... is likely to be a god."

"What? God?!"

As soon as these words came out, it was like a storm was blowing in the hall, and the faces of all the royal senators turned pale.

"Impossible! It's absolutely impossible!"

Pierre stood up out of control and shouted: "Namo, you can't use this kind of lie to deceive our Senate!"

"No...it's still possible."

Another senator frowned, UU reading www.uukanshu. com asked: "Don't forget, at the time of the battle of gods, the sea **** we believed in was expelled by the gods in Asgard. Could it be that he... comes from Asgard?"

"Not too possible......"

Julius shook his head, with a gloomy expression on his face, and said solemnly: "Asgard has promised not to interfere and enter the earth, he can never come from Asgard."

A group of old antiques, this is frightened?

What's more terrifying is that I haven't told you yet!

Namor looked at the panicked senators, his eyes swept across their faces one by one, revealing a sarcastic smile: "And the man also revealed one thing, the frequent occurrence of submarine earthquakes caused the destruction of Atlantis. The reason is also because of a god."

"A...God?"

Julius straightened up, his old face full of shock: "What you said...is it true?"

Even Pierre, who had never dealt with him, turned pale at this time, and did not question what Namor said.

"Not sure, but he said . . . it was actually an egg."

Namor shook his head and said vaguely: "That god... seems to be about to be born, so it caused a violent earthquake."

"God Thiam?!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the statue-like high priest suddenly opened his eyes.

The terrifying bright light is like two suns, directly illuminating the entire hall, making people dare not look directly.

Chapter 867: Calling the King's Name (VI)