Chapter 129: Avengers vs. Atlantis
Inside Avengers Tower, Tony Stark stared in utter disbelief as squads of armored Atlanteans marched out from the ocean depths and onto land. Towering undersea warships loomed in the background—mighty vessels that shattered every preconception Stark had about what lay beneath the surface of Earth’s oceans.
He had always known the world was big... but this?
"J.A.R.V.I.S., status report!" Tony’s voice was tight with concern.
"Sir, the entities identifying themselves as Atlanteans have launched simultaneous assaults on coastal cities across the United States," J.A.R.V.I.S. replied, as a holographic map flickered to life before Stark’s eyes. Every coastal point on the map was under siege—devastation playing out live in real-time.
"Freaking fantastic," Stark muttered under his breath. "What the hell do they want?"
High above the chaos in New York, Namor the Sub-Mariner hovered in the air, his voice thunderous and full of righteous fury. His soldiers—thousands of them—stood at the ready behind him, each one clad in specially designed aquatic armor.
"Today, we teach these arrogant, short-sighted surface-dwellers a lesson they’ll never forget!" Namor bellowed, his words echoing across the battlefield. "The oceans belong to Atlantis. We shall flood the coastal regions of the surface world and claim them as our buffer zone!"
He raised his golden trident high. "If they refuse to yield, then they shall fall beneath the tide—crushed beneath the iron and blood of conquest!"
The cheers of the Atlantean soldiers surged like a crashing wave. Their chants filled the air, weapons raised in unwavering allegiance to their king.
FWOOOSH!
A brilliant orange beam of energy cut through the air, narrowly missing Namor by a hair’s breadth. Tony Stark shot in like a streak of light, repulsor cannon charged and smoking.