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In the deepest part of the prison, inside the thick alloy door, there is a figure crawling on the ground.
The torn clothes and the shackles on his hands and feet all made it clear that he was a prisoner with a felony on his back.
"Still alive."
The prison guard glanced through the bars, then walked away.
Their daily work is simple, just make sure the prisoner is alive.
There is no need to consider food, hygiene and other aspects.
"It's another bad day."
Namor moved slowly, like a reptile with its bones removed.
Atlantis’s cell is slightly different from the world on the ground. Beds and sanitary facilities are placed in the corners.
The remaining one-third of the space is placed with a nutrition cabin similar to an oversized fish tank.
Long-term dehydration is a terrible punishment for the Atlanteans.
Their bodies must be rehydrated after leaving the sea for a week at most.
Prisoners held in prisons still have the most basic human rights.
Only when you make a mistake, you will be punished by the lack of water.
"One day, I will return to land."
Namor crawled hard and rolled into the nutrition cabin.
The liquid inside is quite turbid, obviously it has been used for a long time and has not been changed for a long time.
But at this time, I didn't pay much attention to it.
Half of the body is immersed in the nutrient solution, and every cell is eager to draw water.
Namor's manic mood also gradually calmed down.
Close your eyes and breathe lightly.
A tingling and fractured spine appeared, and it became a little better, no longer torturing his spirit.
After accepting the military court and the double trial of Atlantis, Namor was thrown into this cell like rubbish.
As said by the robe nobleman, he lost the crown of glory and supreme power of the king, and became a prisoner no one cares about.
It's like falling from the clouds into the mud.
All this is because-Superman!
He will never forget the heavy pressure that the upright figure put on him.
Painful howl, weak struggle, and then return to darkness.
The self-confidence that Namor has accumulated over the decades has completely collapsed under Superman's iron fist!
hiss!
Memories may bring anger, despair, or hatred... The poor king who had lost everything turned his body subconsciously.
The intense pain hits the brain again!
His tough face, full of decadence and frustration, became extremely hideous.
"It shouldn't be like this."
Namor remembered what his father on land said that he was born to rule the ocean and become the king of Atlantis.
But now, he can only stay in a narrow, dark cell.
Killing lives day after day.
This is undoubtedly the most terrible torture for the strong and ambitious.
Crunch!
The heavy and sturdy cell door opened suddenly, and a ray of light penetrated in.
"This smell is really unpleasant!"
The coquettish female voice rang, causing Namor to look up.
In the dark environment, he can't see his face clearly, and he can only roughly judge that the body curve is very strong.
"Namo?"
Against the light, the black queen, hiding in the shadows, stared at the unshaven, stinky, beggar-like man.
She couldn't help but hesitate, this image really did not resemble the Lord of the Seven Seas, the King of Atlantis.
"who are you?"
Namor asked nonchalantly while lying in the nutrition cabin.
Since his imprisonment, many nobles in long robes have come to visit, mocking and making fun of their situation.
"Someone who can save you."
The corners of the black queen's lips raised up, and she walked a few steps closer, releasing a signal of kindness.
"Are you a mutant?"
Namo frowned and asked.
By the light.
He saw clearly the appearance of the visitor.
There is no blue skin of Atlantis.
Beautiful, coquettish, like a deadly black mandala.
"Yes, we are the same kind."
Selene bent slightly and said in a charming tone: "Your people have abandoned you here, and the robe nobles described you as a'cold-blooded executioner' and an'inhumane butcher', doing all they could to discredit you. Your image."
"Your Majesty, Atlantis is no longer the homeland you guard. It is united with the major kingdoms in the terrestrial world. This goes against your will and violates the traditions of the past generations."
After a failure, Namor became calmer.
Before he fell into a trough, there was one thing beyond doubt.
Sebastian Shaw deceived and used himself.
Namor frowned slightly, and the Black Queen's bewildered tone revealed a familiar feeling, just like Sebastian Shaw.
This is a liar!
He made a judgment.
"Just put it straight, what do you need me to do, and what can you give me."
Namor sullen his face, trying to restrain his inner excitement.
No one wants to stay in a cell, endure the messy environment, and just live his life.
Freedom, this is what every prisoner in prison once possessed, lost later, and now desires so much.
The arrival of the Black Queen gave him a glimmer of hope.
"I hope you can step out of the shadow of failure, overcome your inner nightmare, and find yourself again."
The black queen showed his chips.
A flame crystal emitting brilliant light.
The power of the phoenix!
She has already received a portion and cannot continue to absorb it.
The phoenix needs an apostle, and Selene thinks Namor is a good fit.
He is a mutant with great talent and great potential.
It's just more unfortunate. When he first debuted, he met a powerful enemy like Superman, and suffered a series of miserable defeats and lost everything.
"Atlantis can easily heal your broken spine, let your body heal, and stand up again."
The Black Queen aroused Namor's anger, striving to keep the opponent's IQ down, and then becoming her own puppet.
"But they don't. Those robe nobles, let you live without dignity, hiding behind the scenes and laughing wildly."
"I'm willing to give you the opportunity to revenge and take back what belongs to you... But only if you need to sign a contract."
Selene threw out a piece of parchment with a flame pattern. She was a witch, and she was no stranger to the devil's set of hell.
This contract ~www.novelhall.com~ contains many traps that are difficult for ordinary people to notice.
As long as the name is signed, the Black Queen will be able to take away Namor's soul easily when the matter is done.
Give full play to the usefulness of tool people!
No matter before or after death, you can glow and heat!
perfect!
"How can I trust you?"
Namor glanced at the contract and asked vigilantly.
To be honest, he didn't quite understand the obscure, slurred, and lengthy words and sentences above.
The Black Queen stretched out her hand, and the life energy she had drawn from her daily was poured into Namor's body.
Like a medical miracle!
Namor, who suffered a spine fracture and paralyzed his lower body, unexpectedly became conscious.
He supported the edge of the nutrition chamber with both hands and stood up abruptly.
The atrophic muscles swell slowly like a balloon filled with water.
"this is……"
"The power you lost."
The Black Queen smiled slightly and continued: "I can make you stronger."
Namor's face was uncertain, his head lowered, as if thinking.
The silent environment stretched time, and after a few deep breaths, the young king with nothing, took over the contract in Selene's hand.
Bite your finger and stamp it.
Brand your own "name" on the contract!
"Very well, you made a wise choice."
The Black Queen smiled with satisfaction. She handed the fragments of Phoenix's power to the other party, and then said: "Next, it is time to talk about the part of fulfilling the treaty."
"I need you to deal with a person and restrain his actions."
Namo, who was gradually regaining his strength, blinked, and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
"Your'old friend'."
The Black Queen spit out the name gently.
"Superman."
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In the deepest part of the prison, inside the thick alloy door, there is a figure crawling on the ground.
The torn clothes and the shackles on his hands and feet all made it clear that he was a prisoner with a felony on his back.
"Still alive."
The prison guard glanced through the bars, then walked away.
Their daily work is simple, just make sure the prisoner is alive.
There is no need to consider food, hygiene and other aspects.
"It's another bad day."
Namor moved slowly, like a reptile with its bones removed.
Atlantis’s cell is slightly different from the world on the ground. Beds and sanitary facilities are placed in the corners.
The remaining one-third of the space is placed with a nutrition cabin similar to an oversized fish tank.
Long-term dehydration is a terrible punishment for the Atlanteans.
Their bodies must be rehydrated after leaving the sea for a week at most.
Prisoners held in prisons still have the most basic human rights.
Only when you make a mistake, you will be punished by the lack of water.
"One day, I will return to land."
Namor crawled hard and rolled into the nutrition cabin.
The liquid inside is quite turbid, obviously it has been used for a long time and has not been changed for a long time.
But at this time, I didn't pay much attention to it.
Half of the body is immersed in the nutrient solution, and every cell is eager to draw water.
Namor's manic mood also gradually calmed down.
Close your eyes and breathe lightly.
A tingling and fractured spine appeared, and it became a little better, no longer torturing his spirit.
After accepting the military court and the double trial of Atlantis, Namor was thrown into this cell like rubbish.
As said by the robe nobleman, he lost the crown of glory and supreme power of the king, and became a prisoner no one cares about.
It's like falling from the clouds into the mud.
All this is because-Superman!
He will never forget the heavy pressure that the upright figure put on him.
Painful howl, weak struggle, and then return to darkness.
The self-confidence that Namor has accumulated over the decades has completely collapsed under Superman's iron fist!
hiss!
Memories may bring anger, despair, or hatred... The poor king who had lost everything turned his body subconsciously.
The intense pain hits the brain again!
His tough face, full of decadence and frustration, became extremely hideous.
"It shouldn't be like this."
Namor remembered what his father on land said that he was born to rule the ocean and become the king of Atlantis.
But now, he can only stay in a narrow, dark cell.
Killing lives day after day.
This is undoubtedly the most terrible torture for the strong and ambitious.
Crunch!
The heavy and sturdy cell door opened suddenly, and a ray of light penetrated in.
"This smell is really unpleasant!"
The coquettish female voice rang, causing Namor to look up.
In the dark environment, he can't see his face clearly, and he can only roughly judge that the body curve is very strong.
"Namo?"
Against the light, the black queen, hiding in the shadows, stared at the unshaven, stinky, beggar-like man.
She couldn't help but hesitate, this image really did not resemble the Lord of the Seven Seas, the King of Atlantis.
"who are you?"
Namor asked nonchalantly while lying in the nutrition cabin.
Since his imprisonment, many nobles in long robes have come to visit, mocking and making fun of their situation.
"Someone who can save you."
The corners of the black queen's lips raised up, and she walked a few steps closer, releasing a signal of kindness.
"Are you a mutant?"
Namo frowned and asked.
By the light.
He saw clearly the appearance of the visitor.
There is no blue skin of Atlantis.
Beautiful, coquettish, like a deadly black mandala.
"Yes, we are the same kind."
Selene bent slightly and said in a charming tone: "Your people have abandoned you here, and the robe nobles described you as a'cold-blooded executioner' and an'inhumane butcher', doing all they could to discredit you. Your image."
"Your Majesty, Atlantis is no longer the homeland you guard. It is united with the major kingdoms in the terrestrial world. This goes against your will and violates the traditions of the past generations."
After a failure, Namor became calmer.
Before he fell into a trough, there was one thing beyond doubt.
Sebastian Shaw deceived and used himself.
Namor frowned slightly, and the Black Queen's bewildered tone revealed a familiar feeling, just like Sebastian Shaw.
This is a liar!
He made a judgment.
"Just put it straight, what do you need me to do, and what can you give me."
Namor sullen his face, trying to restrain his inner excitement.
No one wants to stay in a cell, endure the messy environment, and just live his life.
Freedom, this is what every prisoner in prison once possessed, lost later, and now desires so much.
The arrival of the Black Queen gave him a glimmer of hope.
"I hope you can step out of the shadow of failure, overcome your inner nightmare, and find yourself again."
The black queen showed his chips.
A flame crystal emitting brilliant light.
The power of the phoenix!
She has already received a portion and cannot continue to absorb it.
The phoenix needs an apostle, and Selene thinks Namor is a good fit.
He is a mutant with great talent and great potential.
It's just more unfortunate. When he first debuted, he met a powerful enemy like Superman, and suffered a series of miserable defeats and lost everything.
"Atlantis can easily heal your broken spine, let your body heal, and stand up again."
The Black Queen aroused Namor's anger, striving to keep the opponent's IQ down, and then becoming her own puppet.
"But they don't. Those robe nobles, let you live without dignity, hiding behind the scenes and laughing wildly."
"I'm willing to give you the opportunity to revenge and take back what belongs to you... But only if you need to sign a contract."
Selene threw out a piece of parchment with a flame pattern. She was a witch, and she was no stranger to the devil's set of hell.
This contract ~www.novelhall.com~ contains many traps that are difficult for ordinary people to notice.
As long as the name is signed, the Black Queen will be able to take away Namor's soul easily when the matter is done.
Give full play to the usefulness of tool people!
No matter before or after death, you can glow and heat!
perfect!
"How can I trust you?"
Namor glanced at the contract and asked vigilantly.
To be honest, he didn't quite understand the obscure, slurred, and lengthy words and sentences above.
The Black Queen stretched out her hand, and the life energy she had drawn from her daily was poured into Namor's body.
Like a medical miracle!
Namor, who suffered a spine fracture and paralyzed his lower body, unexpectedly became conscious.
He supported the edge of the nutrition chamber with both hands and stood up abruptly.
The atrophic muscles swell slowly like a balloon filled with water.
"this is……"
"The power you lost."
The Black Queen smiled slightly and continued: "I can make you stronger."
Namor's face was uncertain, his head lowered, as if thinking.
The silent environment stretched time, and after a few deep breaths, the young king with nothing, took over the contract in Selene's hand.
Bite your finger and stamp it.
Brand your own "name" on the contract!
"Very well, you made a wise choice."
The Black Queen smiled with satisfaction. She handed the fragments of Phoenix's power to the other party, and then said: "Next, it is time to talk about the part of fulfilling the treaty."
"I need you to deal with a person and restrain his actions."
Namo, who was gradually regaining his strength, blinked, and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
"Your'old friend'."
The Black Queen spit out the name gently.
"Superman."
In the deepest part of the prison, inside the thick alloy door, there is a figure crawling on the ground.The torn clothes and the shackles on his hands and feet all made it clear that he was a prisoner with a felony on his back."Still alive."The prison guard glanced through the bars, then walked away.Their daily work is simple, just make sure the prisoner is alive.There is no need to consider food, hygiene and other aspects."It's another bad day."Namor moved slowly, like a reptile with its bones removed.Atlantis's cell is slightly different from the world on the ground. Beds and sanitary facilities are placed in the corners.The remaining one-third of the space is placed with a nutrition cabin similar to an oversized fish tank.Long-term dehydration is a terrible punishment for the Atlanteans.Their bodies must be rehydrated after leaving the sea for a week at most.Prisoners held in prisons still have the most basic human rights.Only when you make a mistake, you will be punished by the lack of water."One day, I will return to land."Namor crawled hard and rolled into the nutrition cabin.The liquid inside is quite turbid, obviously it has been used for a long time and has not been changed for a long time.But at this time, I didn't pay much attention to it.Half of the body is immersed in the nutrient solution, and every cell is eager to draw water.Namor's manic mood also gradually calmed down.Close your eyes and breathe lightly.A tingling and fractured spine appeared, and it became a little better, no longer torturing his spirit.After accepting the military court and the double trial of Atlantis, Namor was thrown into this cell like rubbish.As said by the robe nobleman, he lost the crown of glory and supreme power of the king, and became a prisoner no one cares about.It's like falling from the clouds into the mud.All this is because-Superman!He will never forget the heavy pressure that the upright figure put on him.Painful howl, weak struggle, and then return to darkness.The self-confidence that Namor has accumulated over the decades has completely collapsed under Superman's iron fist!hiss!Memories may bring anger, despair, or hatred... The poor king who had lost everything turned his body subconsciously.The intense pain hits the brain again!His tough face, full of decadence and frustration, became extremely hideous."It shouldn't be like this."Namor remembered what his father on land said that he was born to rule the ocean and become the king of Atlantis.But now, he can only stay in a narrow, dark cell.Killing lives day after day.This is undoubtedly the most terrible torture for the strong and ambitious.Crunch!The heavy and sturdy cell door opened suddenly, and a ray of light penetrated in."This smell is really unpleasant!"The coquettish female voice rang, causing Namor to look up.In the dark environment, he can't see his face clearly, and he can only roughly judge that the body curve is very strong."Namo?"Against the light, the black queen, hiding in the shadows, stared at the unshaven, stinky, beggar-like man.She couldn't help but hesitate, this image really did not resemble the Lord of the Seven Seas, the King of Atlantis."who are you?"Namor asked nonchalantly while lying in the nutrition cabin.Since his imprisonment, many nobles in long robes have come to visit, mocking and making fun of their situation."Someone who can save you."The corners of the black queen's lips raised up, and she walked a few steps closer, releasing a signal of kindness."Are you a mutant?"Namo frowned and asked.By the light.He saw clearly the appearance of the visitor.There is no blue skin of Atlantis.Beautiful, coquettish, like a deadly black mandala."Yes, we are the same kind."Selene bent slightly and said in a charming tone: "Your people have abandoned you here, and the robe nobles described you as a'cold-blooded executioner' and an'inhumane butcher', doing all they could to discredit you. Your image.""Your Majesty, Atlantis is no longer the homeland you guard. It is united with the major kingdoms in the terrestrial world. This goes against your will and violates the traditions of the past generations."After a failure, Namor became calmer.Before he fell into a trough, there was one thing beyond doubt.Sebastian Shaw deceived and used himself.Namor frowned slightly, and the Black Queen's bewildered tone revealed a familiar feeling, just like Sebastian Shaw.This is a liar!He made a judgment."Just put it straight, what do you need me to do, and what can you give me."Namor sullen his face, trying to restrain his inner excitement.No one wants to stay in a cell, endure the messy environment, and just live his life.Freedom, this is what every prisoner in prison once possessed, lost later, and now desires so much.The arrival of the Black Queen gave him a glimmer of hope."I hope you can step out of the shadow of failure, overcome your inner nightmare, and find yourself again."The black queen showed his chips.A flame crystal emitting brilliant light.The power of the phoenix!She has already received a portion and cannot continue to absorb it.The phoenix needs an apostle, and Selene thinks Namor is a good fit.He is a mutant with great talent and great potential.It's just more unfortunate. When he first debuted, he met a powerful enemy like Superman, and suffered a series of miserable defeats and lost everything."Atlantis can easily heal your broken spine, let your body heal, and stand up again."The Black Queen aroused Namor's anger, striving to keep the opponent's IQ down, and then becoming her own puppet."But they don't. Those robe nobles, let you live without dignity, hiding behind the scenes and laughing wildly.""I'm willing to give you the opportunity to revenge and take back what belongs to you... But only if you need to sign a contract."Selene threw out a piece of parchment with a flame pattern. She was a witch, and she was no stranger to the devil's set of hell.This contract ~www.novelhall.com~ contains many traps that are difficult for ordinary people to notice.As long as the name is signed, the Black Queen will be able to take away Namor's soul easily when the matter is done.Give full play to the usefulness of tool people!No matter before or after death, you can glow and heat!perfect!"How can I trust you?"Namor glanced at the contract and asked vigilantly.To be honest, he didn't quite understand the obscure, slurred, and lengthy words and sentences above.The Black Queen stretched out her hand, and the life energy she had drawn from her daily was poured into Namor's body.Like a medical miracle!Namor, who suffered a spine fracture and paralyzed his lower body, unexpectedly became conscious.He supported the edge of the nutrition chamber with both hands and stood up abruptly.The atrophic muscles swell slowly like a balloon filled with water."this is""The power you lost."The Black Queen smiled slightly and continued: "I can make you stronger."Namor's face was uncertain, his head lowered, as if thinking.The silent environment stretched time, and after a few deep breaths, the young king with nothing, took over the contract in Selene's hand.Bite your finger and stamp it.Brand your own "name" on the contract!"Very well, you made a wise choice."The Black Queen smiled with satisfaction. She handed the fragments of Phoenix's power to the other party, and then said: "Next, it is time to talk about the part of fulfilling the treaty.""I need you to deal with a person and restrain his actions."Namo, who was gradually regaining his strength, blinked, and asked in a deep voice, "Who?""Your'old friend'."The Black Queen spit out the name gently."Superman."
