Chapter 133: Secret Weapon
Off the coast of Manhattan, the mighty armies of Atlantis were being roasted alive under the relentless attacks of Wanda and the Mandarin. Massive underwater battleships were obliterated one after another—shredded like cheap scrap metal.
In the midst of battle, Namor—locked in fierce combat with Rogers and Spider-Man—suddenly heard terrified reports echo through his earpiece. His face twisted in rage.
"Raaah!"
With a roar, his golden trident split into two shimmering projections, parrying simultaneous attacks from Rogers and Spider-Man. Using the recoil to his advantage, Namor blasted backward and rocketed toward the sea.
Those soldiers—those elite warriors of Atlantis—were being decimated!
"Hey! Golden mackerel! You think you can just run away and we’ll let you off the hook?" Spider-Man fired a webline and swung through the skyscrapers, chasing Namor like a predator.
Namor knew what a "mackerel" was. He’d lived on land before—he understood all the mocking nicknames these land-dwellers used. And now, he absolutely loathed this irritating, loud-mouthed Spider-Man. The kid hadn’t stopped talking the entire fight.
"Get lost!" Namor bellowed, swinging his glowing golden trident. A blast of pure energy erupted from it and hurled toward the pursuing Spider-Man.
"Whoa there! The mackerel’s angry now!" quipped Spider-Man as he dodged the attack mid-air. "But hey, if you wanted to stay peaceful, why invade the land? Being a fish comes with responsibilities, you know!"
With a sudden whoosh, eight gleaming mechanical legs sprouted from his back—Iron Spider mode activated. Using his webs, he slingshotted himself directly at Namor and drove the metal limbs down like spears.
Namor’s trident clashed with the metal limbs in a thunderous shockwave that shattered windows for blocks around. Screams rang out from those still trapped inside the buildings.