Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Cinn Harbor Lighthouse, Maine.

23-year-old Arthur Curry is leaning on the sofa and watching TV.

The young man was a tall man, 1.95 meters tall, and the whole person was as muscular as a boxer.

She also has smart long hair and a beard, a pendant hanging on her chest, wearing a small vest, and showing the tattoo on her arm. Well, it is not easy to look at at first glance.

The young man's eyes and eyebrows are very distinctive. When he frowned, he matched his long hair and beard like a wild lion.

Anyway, when I saw such a person walking on the street, 90% of them would unconsciously flash away.

But this young man, who is full of violence and crime, is an out-and-out kind person.

It belongs to the kind of guy who will find a way to feed a stray dog ​​when he sees it.

At this time, he was watching the talk show being broadcast, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, with snacks still on hand, and occasionally a series of barbell-like laughter due to the picture on the TV.

Well, it looks like a dead house.

Arthur has just graduated from college this year and hasn’t thought about finding a job yet, so he is now helping himself at home as a vagrancy.

His father, Tom Curry, was the administrator of the lighthouse and a lifeguard at Ci'en Port. His income was not bad, and there was a monthly allowance.

So Arthur has never been worried about money since he was a child.

Although not rich and expensive, his father will buy him what he wants.

If the father is not willing to buy, it doesn't matter, Arthur also has a mysterious uncle...

Um, uncle Merlin who is generous.

When Arthur was not sensible at the time, to be precise, when he was a teenager, it was when he was a bear child, he would secretly call Merlin several times a month to order food and play.

Although Merlin would scold him every time and let him go to school, but in the end Arthur would get what he wanted.

Later, when he grew up, Arthur would not do these childish things.

It's a pity that Uncle Merlin is too busy. They haven't seen each other in recent years.

"Bang, bang"

While Arthur Curry was enjoying his beautiful salted fish time, the lighthouse suddenly sounded a knock on the door. Arthur wiped the food debris from his beard. He stood up and took the wine bottle to the door.

After a while, he walked home with a small box.

"Arthur, who is it?"

Tom, the dad who was cooking in the kitchen, asked, Arthur sat on the sofa, while unpacking, he responded:

"It was Uncle Merlin, Dad, and he sent me a birthday gift again... obviously I said no more last time."

"From Merlin?"

Tom's voice suddenly increased a few degrees, and the sound of cooking in the kitchen stopped. Tom rubbed his hands while walking upstairs, rummaging for something there.

In the living room, Arthur opened the gift from Merlin.

When he was a child, Merlin would send some toys. After school, he changed to a book. Occasionally there will be some magic items, but Arthur can understand those things.

Only this time Merlin had sent something that Arthur could not understand.

It was a small box the size of a palm, and inside it was a model of a trident, which looked wonderful.

Arthur put the box in the palm of his hand and looked at it in front of his eyes. Then he found a note under the box with Happy Birthday and a simple sentence written on it.

"Twist it away..."

"Ok..."

Arthur shook his dashing long hair. He reached out and twisted the little box, and then picked up the delicate golden trident model with two fingers.

"Uh"

At the moment when the model got out of the box, the effect of the suspension and reduction spells maintained on the model disappeared, and a 2 meter long, golden, heavy trident appeared in the hands of Arthur in the magic halo.

It is extremely heavy to start, so that this young man with the noble blood of Atlantis has a feeling that the weapon will be released.

"Cool!"

Arthur held the golden trident in both hands, and he waved it around in the living room like an eastern monkey.

After adapting to that weight, Arthur felt that this thing was very easy, and then he found a small note next to the trident's blade.

He took the note down and wrote Merlin's blessing.

"55% Zhenjin, 8% Ulukin, perfect energy transmission, extremely sturdy, and not afraid of damage, from your uncle Merlin, I wish you a happy birthday...Little Devil Arthur."

"Zhenjin..."

Arthur is also not an ignorant person. He grew up with the underwater man Veco to train his blood power, and he also heard a lot of anecdotes about the world from Vico.

He knows that the vibration gold produced in Wakanda is the strongest and most expensive metal in the world. One gram of unmelted vibration gold can sell a staggering price on the black market.

The trident in his hand uses 55% of Zhenjin, which is already a huge sum of money that Arthur can't imagine, and that Urujin.

Arthur didn't hear about it, but Merlin could put it together with Zhenjin, which shows that it must not be a simple thing.

"This is too expensive."

Arthur stroked the weapon in his hand. He also found some runes he didn't know on the surface. It seemed to be a rune that was magic, but it was definitely not the kind of magic that the Atlanteans would use.

"then!"

Just as Arthur watched his birthday present, his father Tom dropped something from the second floor.

Arthur quickly stretched out his hand, clasped the thing in his hand, and found it to be a rolled scroll.

"Dad, what is this?"

Arthur asked curiously.

"What Merlin left last time."

Tom said to his son:

"He told me that if he sent you a birthday letter this year, it means that he needs you to help him run a leg and do things, which may be dangerous..."

"He said, you can choose to refuse."

"Reject? No!"

Arthur unrolled the scroll in his hand. He rolled his eyes at his father. He said:

"Looking at the snacks and toys that Uncle Merlin gave when I was a kid, I can't refuse... let me see, um, the Mexican coast...and then the Pacific..."

A moment later, Arthur looked up and looked at the worried father with his sharp and dignified eyes. He said:

"It's okay, Dad, just give things and run errands."

Talking, he carried the trident delivered by Merlin and hurried up the stairs to the top of the lighthouse. He shouted to Tom:

"Don't wait for me, you have dinner first, Dad, but there is a long distance from Mexico to the Pacific Ocean. I might not be able to come back in the afternoon."

This guy stood at the top of the lighthouse in Ci'en Port. He moved his arms and then carried the trident and jumped from the lighthouse into the sea in a gesture of leap of faith.

At the next moment, a white wave of fast Mercedes-Benz appeared underwater, it was Arthur swimming.

The blood that his mother left him could be stimulated with more terrifying power in the sea. In the swing of Arthur's legs, he was like a cannonball.

He drove toward Mexico in supersonic speed along the east coast of North America.

Merlin left something there, and he needed Arthur to send it to the Pacific Ocean, and then give it to a man named Namo.

Well, from time to time, that thing has been hidden there for a long time.

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"puff"

The sound of the sharp blade piercing into the body sounded under the cold and dark water, and the sound of torn steel, and there was a **** smell in the surrounding water.

Attracting all the sharks within a few kilometers around, these cold, emotionless horror creatures cruising in this remote sea seem to be waiting for a feast.

But even the most fierce and cruelest of them did not dare to rush to the sea where the blood smelled.

In the dim sea water, a white monster swayed silently.

Gros, the big shark, is like a ghost on the sea floor. Under the order of the owner, it is hunting down the Atlantis soldiers who fled.

It is the top of the food chain in the sea. In this familiar ocean, no one can make it feel fear.

And its owner is enjoying his own battle...

Or call it massacre more appropriate.

Namo grabbed the silver trident with one hand. The seawater in this area became very turbulent in the call of this combined weapon. It was like a storm spreading under the sea.

Let Atlantis, who are wearing high-tech armor and dangerous weapons, keep getting lost in the water.

Although all Atlantis can live underwater, the gap between blood and strength makes them unable to capture the figure of Nemo in the dark sea.

But Namo can hunt them wantonly.

Namo enjoys this feeling of hunting, he has hatred against this group of Atlantis, his mother was expelled from his hometown, and died alone on land, all because of the stupid kingship of the world under the sea .

He hates everyone who walks out of that system.

Now, they dare to invade the sea where Nemo lives, which is simply looking for their own way.

"Click"

Namo clasped his fingers, and the Poseidon trident in his hand seemed to feel the user's cold will, a sharp arc flashed on the sharp blade of the magic weapon used by the Greek Poseidon.

The next moment, as Namo swung his trident, the turbulent water in front of him immediately changed shape.

It was like the sharpest and most ruthless waterjet, traversing the bodies of these soldiers in a gesture of hacking everything.

Silent, silent.

Elegant and cold.

The murky currents quickly returned to calm, and at the bottom of the sea, there were several more headless bodies. Under the strange white and red armor, the Atlantis-like limbs were exposed.

It was a low-level soldier of Atlantis, not beautiful. It meant that their bloodline was not pure or noble.

That's Gross's dinner today.

"Boring battle..."

Namo snorted. He raised his head and saw the sunlight projected above his head, the sunlight twisted by the current, from among the fluctuations of the current.

His feet waved and he quickly ascended, and he quickly found a reef on the sea.

He sat on the reef, took out a handkerchief, and began to wipe the weapon in his hand seriously.

This silver trident has the power to manipulate the sea, which is the magic left by the ancient gods, and it fits very well with the blood of Nama. After getting this weapon, Nama has more control over the sea water.

Even as long as he wants, he can unblock the power of the Trident at any time and set off a storm like a hurricane on the sea.

This silver weapon is in his hands, like a magic wand in the hands of a wizard, and can be played with many lethal tricks.

however...

In Namo's eyes, there was a trace of bewilderment.

He likes the docile weapon in his hand, but he has no memory of how he got this legendary weapon...

After he was captured by the evil Mr. Omen, he seemed to be holding it when he fled from the cave.

Is it... this was given to him by Mr. Omen?

"Wow, wow"

Quiet, with a trace of sea air blowing against Namo's hair, the warm afternoon sun shone on Namo, so that Namo who had just finished a boring battle was very relaxed.

He put the trident on his hand, his hands propped him up, so he closed his eyes and enjoyed the rare leisure.

After joining the mutant nation Utopia, Namor was entrusted with the task of Professor Charles, who was responsible for patrolling the sea border around Utopia to ensure the safety of Utopia.

This job is not difficult, but it is very cumbersome, but Natsu did very interesting.

He actually likes the utopian atmosphere.

He is not a bad guy. He still remembers the miserable things he witnessed in the Devil's Cave under the control of Mr. Omen. He is also eager to do something for disaster-stricken mutants.

So that I feel better in my heart.

After all...in addition to the identity of the fallen Prince of Atlantis, he is also a mutant.

A few minutes later, Natsu suddenly opened his eyes and said coldly, expressionlessly:

"Your parents didn't tell you... don't just approach a samurai casually?"

The surrounding sea was silent, and no one seemed to be by Namo.

"Are you coming out by yourself? Or am I asking you to come out?"

Namo clenched the trident in his hand. He felt the person hiding under water and peeking at him. The breath was familiar...

Well, the bloodline like him comes from the bloodline of the royal family of Atlantis.

And like him, the blood is not pure, half of them come from land people.

This actually attracted interest from Namo.

He waited for a few seconds, and no one responded. Namo chuckled. Under his command, the great shark Gros hidden under the sea stopped to eat, and rushed into the hider's side like a silent ghost.

At the next moment, in the scream of the young man, Arthur, who was startled by the sudden appearance of a big white shark, burst out of the sea like a shell.

A gorgeous track was traversed in the air, and fell into the sea in front of Namo.

"Wow, wow"

In the sound of the collision of the sea, Arthur Curry, who was holding the golden trident, rose from under the sea. He stood on the sea, curiously looked at the Nemo leaning on the reef in front of him. After a moment, he said :

"I'm here to deliver things...I'm not malicious."

"Ok?"

Namo was also watching Arthur. He was very interested in Arthur's story. He said:

"what?"

"This one!"

Arthur took a triangular-cone-shaped crystal bottle from his waist pocket, and in the sunlight, the crystal bottle shone brilliantly.

And in that crystal bottle, there was a white arc beating like a fish trapped in it.

"A memory bottle buried on the coast of Mexico."

Arthur threw the bottle to Namor, the young man like a lion explained:

"Uncle Merlin asked me to pass it on to you."

"The one sealed inside should be your memory."

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