Chapter 1624 Mitchell

Atlantis demon land, on land.

At this time, the Murloc King City was in a solemn state. The war had begun, the exit was opened, and the plan that the Murlocs had been planning for many years could finally be launched.

Winter sat on the throne, shaking a crystal glass in his hand. The aroma of red wine in the glass filled the air, and Winter showed a hint of enjoyment from time to time.

Winter had only heard of this luxury item in the clan's records, and never expected that one day he would be able to taste it.

The surrounding high-ranking fishmen looked at Winter on the throne with slightly covetous eyes, and they seemed to want to taste the contents of the cup as well.

"I like the gift very much, and I believe that we can have a good cooperation."

Winter took another sip of red wine. His face was already slightly flushed, and he was obviously a little tipsy. His words were addressed to the person sitting in the side seat.

Just to Winter's right, a human in a white robe was sitting there with a smile on his face. It was Mitchell, who had met Ye Ye once before.

Mitchell was beaten to a cripple on Paradise Island, but how could a man who could rise from a nobody to the leader of the Holy Spirit Church sink so low? This time, he came out again and even arrived in Atlantis before Ye Ye.

"The history of human development has always been about pursuing cooperation. I believe that the cooperation between our two sides will be very harmonious."

Mitchell's face seemed to be frozen, always smiling, which made people feel a little uneasy after looking at him for a long time, but Winter didn't care about it at all.

"Mr. Mitchell, you cannot represent all of humanity. Our cooperation with the fishmen is only with the United States."

Winter took another sip of red wine, seeming to be very fascinated by the taste. Mitchell was not angry when he heard Winter's slightly teasing words, but said with disapproval.

"If only the United States is left on the blue planet, we will naturally represent all of humanity. All of this depends on our cooperation."

"Good! You have courage!"

When Winter heard Mitchell's words, he stood up from the throne and clapped his hands with a flushed face.

The mermaids thought of sending people out to seek external help as soon as possible, so how could the murlocs not think of it?

Even from a long time ago, the mermen have had contact with the outside world.

"By the way, I'm still very curious, how did the fishmen send their people to Blue Planet?"

Mitchell looked at Winter with some doubt in his eyes. Winter smiled and did not hide anything. Anyway, things had come to this point, and no one could stop the emergence of the merman.

"About a hundred years ago, the seal of Atlantis had already loosened. The spiritual energy of the outside world had revived and changed too many rules. But at that time, a human holding the sacred objects of the mermaid and fishmen tribes strengthened the seal again."

Winter's tone was very bad. In his opinion, a hundred years ago was the best time for the mermen to dominate the Blue Star.

At that time, the Blue Planet had just entered the stage of spiritual revival, and it was impossible for humans to resist the merfolk who had been hiding their power for many years. However, the sudden change delayed them for a hundred years.

By now, humans have developed enough to rival their merfolk.

Mitchell raised his eyebrows when he heard Winter's description.

A hundred years ago?

Humanity?

Could it be him?

In an instant, the image of the man in black robe appeared in Mitchell's mind.

"They took away our fish-man tribe's divine scepter and the mermaid tribe's echo conch, and reinforced the seal. Our two tribes combined couldn't do anything to the other side, and in the end we could only watch them walk away."

"In the end, we spent a lot of manpower and resources to imitate a divine scepter, but it could only temporarily affect the seal, allowing a very small number of our people to escape Atlantis."

"So, Mario from the Iberian Kingdom is one of yours?"

Mitchell interrupted Winter and asked confusedly.

Winter was not annoyed by Mitchell's interruption, but instead sneered.

"Our people? Not really. He is just a poor guy that we use. We use him to secretly collect blood and energy, give it to the tribesmen who are away for training, find war weapons belonging to our fishmen, and gather intelligence about humans."

"It's a pity that this chess piece did not complete its final mission..."

At this point, a trace of anger appeared on Winter's face. A hundred years of accumulation was enough for it to reach the level of a god, but the Atlantis demon had appeared in the world, and the expected blood and energy were not delivered.

"So, you started a war against the mermaids, hoping to gain blood and energy by slaughtering them?"

Mitchell asked again, and Winter shook his head.

"Just those untouchables are not enough. I need more, and you can help me. That's why I agreed to cooperate with you."

Winter looked at Mitchell sharply, and Mitchell nodded slightly.

"We can give you what you want. In fact, you can see my sincerity now."

"Sincerity? You mean these cheap red wines?"

Mitchell was a little disapproving and pointed to the unknown red wine and cigars on the table. He could enjoy these things that only exist in the human world, naturally thanks to Mitchell.

A counterfeit scepter is still a counterfeit after all. As for the seal of the Atlantis Demon Source, it can only be used to get out but not in. Even if one wants to send someone out, it will cost a huge price.

"Of course not. In fact, after coming to Atlantis, I finally understood what you really need. Blood? It's a very novel term."

"We in the Holy Spirit Church seek to combine with spirit beasts. We have tried every possible means and method, and in the end, we have achieved remarkable results."

Mitchell said with pride that the purpose of the Holy Spirit Church has always been to combine with spirit beasts, whether it is limb transplantation or splicing. What Mitchell is most proud of is the mountain of flesh that was made up of various spirit beast limbs and appeared on Paradise Island.

Don't underestimate this mountain of meat. Although it was destroyed in seconds by Ye Ye's bouncing bomb, it is the work of Mitchell's long-term accumulation. The worst of it is also a king-level spiritual beast, and it contains the blood of many spiritual beasts. The most perverted thing is that it even has mature bisexual organs and a uterus, and can reproduce itself.

Mitchell just waved his hand, and a space crack appeared instantly. Everyone in the hall stood up and looked at Mitchell unfriendly. Only Winter remained calm, with his eyes slightly narrowed, trying to see what tricks Mitchell was trying to play.

The space crack opened to a height of more than twenty meters, which meant that the palace was big enough, otherwise the palace of the merman tribe would probably be demolished.

As soon as the space crack opened, a strong fishy smell emanated from it, and then Mitchell's extremely ugly stitched monster contract spirit slowly walked out of it.