Chapter 867 Calling Your Name (6)
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The Royal Senate of Atlantis.
This is the important palace used by the royal family of Atlantis to discuss major matters and decide 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 under certain special circumstances.
So to a certain extent, the Senate actually has greater power than the king.
But above the ten-person Senate, there is still one person whose rights are superior to the king and the Senate, and that is the 'High Priest' of Atlantis.
Although the high priest has great power, he rarely interferes in politics.
He rarely even sets foot outside the temple, appearing in the Senate only when invited by the king.
The High Priest is quite mysterious in Atlantis, and even the royal family and kings know very little about him.
But there was once a certain royal family who made a terrible guess.
During the 10,000 years since Atlantis sank to the bottom of the ocean, the High Priest remained the same person and never changed.
There was no evidence for this speculation, so it was finally shelved, but no one dared to challenge the majesty of the high priest.
At this time, the ten members of the Senate of Atlantis were all gathered together, their faces extremely gloomy, and a depressing atmosphere enveloped the hall, and the air almost solidified.
As for the high priest, he was sitting in an exclusive position, wearing a bronze mask on his face, as if he were a statue, lifeless.
Namor sat in the king's seat, holding his forehead with one hand and lowering his eyes tiredly, wondering what he was thinking.
"Namor, you disappoint us so much!"
One of the elderly senators with fish fins on his face banged his cane heavily and said coldly: "As the king of Atlantis, he was nailed to the ground with a trident. This is simply unbelievable. It’s such a huge shame!”
"That's right! We can't promise him!"
Another old man's face was full of anger, revealing a set of fangs that did not look like human teeth, and his thin tongue hissed in the air. The man with a face like a moray eel shouted in a low voice: "The Great Temple of Atlantis, is How can our most important place of origin be 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 faces the danger of extinction, we can't lie down." He is so arrogant for a mainlander!"
"enough!"
Listening to the anger and doubts of the royal family below, a flash of anger emerged in Namor's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Are the three elders planning to let him destroy Atlantis?"
"He dares!"
"Haha, how is that possible!"
"Just him? A land man? Destroy Atlantis? Namor, I think you are scared 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 Namor's words." Marina stood up, pointed to the trident next to the throne, and said: "Except for the past kings of the sea, who else have you seen who can control the Trident of Poseidon?"
As soon as these words came out, the Senate fell silent.
The sacred Neptune Trident was placed casually next to the throne. The blade of the trident was stained with some scarlet blood that had not yet dried up, seeming to silently tell someone's cruel behavior.
The trident is an artifact forged by Poseidon. It contains the will left behind by Poseidon. If it is not recognized by the person, it is impossible to pick up the trident even if it tries its best, let alone throw it back and hurt the owner it recognizes. .
Namor's face looked a little ugly. After all, anyone who was exposed in public would probably feel uncomfortable. However, he surprisingly did not refute, but acquiesced to this fact.
"That can only mean one thing."
The old man who spoke first stood up slowly, stared at Namor with sharp eyes, and said pointedly: "The Poseidon Trident...maybe it has not found its true owner."
"Pierre, what do you mean?!"
Upon hearing this, Namor couldn't sit still. He stood up from the throne and stared at the old man fiercely: "Do you mean that I am not worthy of being the king of Atlantis?"
"Humph, I didn't say that."
Pierre sneered again and again and said: "But whether you are worthy of being the king or not, you have to ask yourself, why were you injured by the trident?"
The high priest sat aside, but said nothing. This move seemed to give Pierre more courage.
"Elder Pierre, are you doubting the choice of the high priest and Poseidon?"
Marina stood up and said coldly: "Don't think I don't know. Ever since Kadir lost to Namor in the battle for Sea King, you have been dissatisfied. Do you want to ignore Atlantis now?" Are you going to start a war again if you are safe?"
Doubting the choice of the high priest and Poseidon, this was a huge black hole, and even the royal family did not dare to take it. Pierre's face suddenly turned purple, and vicious anger spewed out of his eyes.
"Okay, Pierre, Marina."
An old man who looked exactly like a human stood up slowly and said: "Now that Atlantis is in crisis, we need to unite and help each other. This is not the time to fight for power and gain. Please be quiet, both of you."
"Yes, Great Elder Julius."
Marina smiled slightly and took a half step back, indicating that she would no longer pursue the matter.
"Hmm."
Pierre sneered, sat back in his seat, and closed his eyes silently.
Julius glanced at Namor and said calmly: "King, you can sit back now. Under the witness of Poseidon, the high priest has personally recognized you, and the trident has also recognized you, so no one can question your status. .”
"Thank you, Great Elder Julius."
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 is just because of a battle, Defeat, this reason is too far-fetched."
"I doubt......"
Namor's eyes darkened, as if recalling the pressure, he let out a breath of fear, glanced at the high priest, and continued: "That person... is probably 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! This is absolutely impossible!"
Pierre stood up uncontrollably and shouted: "Namor, don't try to deceive our Senate with such lies!"
"No...it's still possible."
Another senator frowned and asked: "Don't forget, during the God War, the Poseidon we believed in was expelled by the gods of Asgard. Could it be that he... came from Asgard? Sgard?”
"Not too possible......"
Julius shook his head, with an uncertain expression, and said solemnly: "Asgard has promised not to interfere or enter the earth. He will never come from Asgard."
A bunch of old antiques, are you scared?
What’s even scarier is that I haven’t told you yet!
Namor looked at the panicked senators, his eyes swept across their faces one by one, and revealed a sarcastic smile: "And that man also revealed something. Frequent earthquakes under the sea led to 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 always been nonchalant, turned pale at this moment 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 Tiamu?!"
A hoarse voice sounded, and the statue-like high priest suddenly opened his eyes.
The frightening light was like two suns, directly illuminating the entire hall, making people dare not look directly. A heavy and thick coercion spread like a substance in all directions, and an almost suffocating sense of oppression impacted everyone.
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