Chapter 4388: Far Star Project (Part 14)

Mera couldn't stop him either, watching Arthur rush up, and she had to rush up too. Orm was also worthy of being an Atlantean prince who grew up in the deep sea; his water control technique was much more proficient than Arthur's, waving the Golden Trident and surrounding Steppenwolf tightly.

However, compared to a warrior like Arthur, he was closer to a mage. After being caught by Steppenwolf and getting close, he was slapped into the ground. Red blood floated out from his mouth; he moved his only movable right arm and threw the Trident back to Arthur.

Arthur's surroundings were also surrounded by bright red blood. Steppenwolf's claws were very unique; the wounds he created were very difficult to heal, and even water magic could only partially stop the bleeding. Arthur was already pale from excessive blood loss.

At this time, the leaders of the seven seas arrived late. Seeing the miserable state of the two former leaders, they roared angrily and rushed toward Steppenwolf one after another. But Arthur shouted, "No!!!"

Steppenwolf stomped his foot hard, and the immense force sent ripples through the entire sea area. The leaders of the seven seas were directly overturned by the shockwave. Arthur gritted his teeth and rushed toward him again, even though he was already tottering under Steppenwolf's offensive, he fought to the death without retreating.

The leaders of the seven seas looked at each other, climbed up, and continued to raise their weapons high, shouting, "Long live Atlantis!!!"

Then they continued to charge toward Steppenwolf, and other Atlantean warriors were also encouraged, constantly attacking Steppenwolf. Gradually, the entire seawater was dyed blood red.

Even without the Parademons' attack, Steppenwolf was simply too powerful; his claws were invincible, his metal armor was indestructible, not to mention his strength was extremely powerful; even with the resistance of water flow, he was simply not something ordinary Atlanteans could resist.

Arthur tried his best, injury upon injury, only leaving a wound on his neck, but he himself was already at the end of his rope.

He was thrown away by Steppenwolf again. Mera, who was attacking on the side, hurriedly rushed over and helped him up. Arthur's face had already turned somewhat grayish-white, but he still smiled at Mera.

Mera pressed her lips together, seemingly wanting to say something more, but Steppenwolf's offensive had arrived, and she had to pick up Arthur's Trident to block. But she seemed unable to exert the true power of the Trident; with just this one blow, the Trident was knocked away. Steppenwolf's sharp claws were about to cross Mera's neck.

Suddenly, his movement stalled—Arthur hugged his waist from behind him. Arthur exerted his last strength, directly slamming Steppenwolf to the ground, but at the same time, he couldn't stand up anymore.

Steppenwolf stood up from the ground, grabbed Arthur's neck, and lifted him up. Mera let out a scream, "No!!!"

The claws tightened. Arthur felt he was suffocating; his eyes began to flash with many fragments again. At six years old, he stood in front of an aquarium in a big city for the first time, hearing a shark talk to him. He jumped into the water from the beach of Amnesty Bay, and in his ears was the whisper of fish. He rescued sailors from a submarine, listening to the townspeople's praise for him. His father finished a day's work and stood in front of the lighthouse waiting for him to go home...

In the years he grew up, almost every night, he could see his father staring at the sea in the open space in front of the lighthouse, as if he was waiting for something. Before, he didn't know what he was waiting for, but when he knew his background, he understood that his father had actually been looking forward to his mother coming home.

Arthur had also floated on the sea surface countless times, quietly staring at the light point at the end of the sea. He knew that as long as he hadn't returned, the lighthouse of Amnesty Bay would never go out.

If he died here, his father would never be able to wait for him to go home.

Many years ago, his father had lost his love and could only wait bitterly on the shore. Many years later, if he lost his son again, he could only guard the lighthouse in one dark night after another for the rest of his life, and then be disappointed again and again, never being able to wait for his family again.

Therefore, in his gradually blurring consciousness, a strong and sharp desire to survive surged up—he absolutely could not die here!

Arthur began to struggle desperately. But the big hand clamping his neck seemed to have infinite strength, and his struggle was completely futile, having no effect at all. But he still didn't want to give up.

He had seen too many times, at dawn, the disappointed look in his father's eyes when he turned back. Before the sun rose, he had to return to the sea surface. Must... absolutely...

Then, in the gradually blurring consciousness, a strong and sharp desire to survive surged up—he absolutely could not die here!

The seawater began to tremble slightly. That was not the water flow they usually felt, but it seemed that every drop of water began to release powerful strength.

Tourists who were ignorant and unaware felt the tremor from the deep ocean and ran to the shore screaming. Meteorological and ocean monitoring stations issued sharp and piercing alarms. Soldiers on the aircraft carrier ran into the cabins in panic.

At the same moment, all the oceans on Earth began to boil.

Arthur, who was lost in a daze, seemed to travel through time and space, returning to ancient times, witnessing with his own eyes how this blue planet was shaped into what it is today by the ocean.

When this planet, which had gone through many twists and turns, had its first drop of water, the ocean began to form. Frozen under the ice, rising into the atmosphere. Fire is the beginning of human civilization, water is the source of all life, constructing mountains and rivers, nourishing all things.

Arthur heard the ocean telling him—the power of water has never been in eruption and agitation; the so-called ocean's fury is just the ocean's most superficial power. If the time span is stretched to trillions of years, nothing cannot be born from the ocean, and nothing will not be swallowed by the ocean. It flows in silence, is powerful in soundless places, just like time.

The whole world quieted down. Arthur floated in the seawater, just as he had floated in his mother's amniotic fluid. The process of being born from the mother's body is like walking the path that biological life has walked for trillions of years. Humans and Atlanteans have never been different; all life on Earth comes from the ocean.

Arthur woke up suddenly. The next second, the Golden Trident shot over and was held steadily in his hand. At this moment, the surrounding seawater stopped, and the scales on Steppenwolf's armor began to peel off one by one.

Everyone was stunned. Steppenwolf also hurriedly withdrew his hand. He flew away quickly, checking his armor, but saw a shocking scene—the edges of the indestructible alloy armor actually had traces of corrosion.

Damn it! Steppenwolf only had this one feeling now. This thing wouldn't necessarily be burned even if it jumped into a star; how could it rust?!!

Only Arthur knew that he had mastered the ocean's most powerful strength—evolution.

The power of the ocean has never been in a moment. That momentarily violent ocean current, the so-called ocean's fury, is just the ocean's most superficial power. If the time span is stretched to trillions of years, nothing cannot be born from the ocean, and nothing will not be swallowed by the ocean.

At this moment, what is quietly sinking on the seabed might be crustal fragments from hundreds of millions of years ago, but now it is just a pile of gravel; and what has already left the ocean and created brilliant civilization on land is also just a tiny cell that accidentally appeared in the ocean hundreds of millions of years ago.

Arthur closed his eyes. At this moment, what he could feel through the Golden Trident was no longer just the flow of seawater, but how everything evolved through the ocean over these trillions of years changed its form in the vast sea area: either aging, or shattering, or mutation and rebirth.

Suddenly, exclamations came from the battlefield. Atlanteans retreated in panic, but it was not because they were attacked, but because those Parademons wearing armor suddenly began to degenerate: the fingers holding weapons retracted into their palms, their limbs began to disappear, their spines gradually curled up, and a layer of gray-black eggshells wrapped them. And then, the eggshells were gone, and a pus-like substance flowed out from inside, leaving only cells invisible to the naked eye. And then even the cell structure disappeared—the microscopic prokaryotes disappeared into the seawater.

This process of reverse evolution was too terrifying, so much so that Atlantean warriors abandoned their guns and fled, fearing they would become the next one. Mera seemed to understand something; she looked at Arthur.

Steppenwolf also sensed something was wrong. He swam toward the sea surface at the fastest speed. His speed was very fast, but in just this short moment, most of his armor had peeled off, leaving only the central waist part, but it had also corroded beyond recognition.

The most terrifying thing was that when he rushed out of the water, the giant horns on his head had shrunk by half, and one of his sharp and solid claws on his right foot had turned into some kind of terrifying and ugly cyst. But he couldn't feel any abnormality, as if he was born like this.

"Ah!!!!!" Steppenwolf let out an angry roar.

But suddenly, his nose moved, as if he smelled some strange smell. He turned his head and looked in one direction; in his vision, a white light rose from the direction of the East Coast—that was the aura of the Mother Box.

Knowing that he could never return to the ocean, Steppenwolf simply gave up attacking Atlantis and headed straight for Metropolis.

Arthur looked at him, but first helped Mera up, and then pulled Orm up from the ground, then patted his shoulder. Orm didn't say anything, just rolled his eyes at him when Arthur turned around.

"Great, they retreated." Mera breathed a sigh of relief.

Arthur shook his head and said, "Not necessarily a retreat, just found that they couldn't get the things here, and turned to look for another one. We have to keep up with him; can't let him succeed."

Mera looked at his chest worriedly and said, "Your injury..."

"It's fine." Arthur looked down and said, "It shouldn't take long to recover; it's more important to intercept Steppenwolf first. Orm, you integrate Atlantis's military strength first to prevent him from coming again. Mera and I will go to land."

Orm nodded and went over to talk to the seven seas kings. And Arthur led Mera back to Metropolis. When he saw Victor, Arthur knew that their prediction was indeed correct—the thing Steppenwolf wanted, a part of it might be on Victor.

Arthur raised the Trident, wanting to repeat the old trick, but slowly put it down. He couldn't flood Metropolis with seawater; he didn't know how many people would die. So he summoned a wave, washed the street first, and took advantage of Steppenwolf just having suffered a loss in his hands to scare him. ===== CHAPTER 4390 =====

As it turned out, Arthur, who was fighting Steppenwolf fiercely in front of the Atlantis gate, failed to gain the upper hand. Even though he had tangled with him for a long time relying on the water-controlling power of the trident, he was still scratched by Steppenwolf due to the disparity in strength, and the golden trident was knocked out of his hand.

Steppenwolf rushed over to press the attack, but fortunately, Mera returned in time with Orm. Orm picked up the trident and slammed Steppenwolf away. Mera helped Arthur up and treated him with water magic.

Arthur still wanted to rush forward, but Mera hurriedly stopped him. Arthur gritted his teeth and said: "Orm can't beat him alone, this guy is too strong, I have to go help him."