Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 115 The Name of Apocalypse, the Nautilus

A few days later, Atlantis' name appeared on the headlines of the newspapers, causing an uproar.

A marine civilization with an ancient heritage but never heard of it has officially entered the public eye—all countries have long known about the amazing battles that took place in the Atlantic Ocean and the existence of Atlantis.

It can be seen that no matter what news, the public will always be the last group to know.

Countries respond differently to maritime civilization.

The red brown bear in Siberia is still the same as before. On the one hand, it is vigorously developing the nuclear industry, and on the other hand, it is secretly wary of Superman.

As for the threat of Atlantis?

That's something Yankees should think about.

Anyway, it won't be here for a while.

The increasingly weakened England actively communicated with the White House in an attempt to hear some rumors.

Although they have MI[-], they have James Bond who goes up and down the world, wanders around the world, and has full ability to seduce girls.

But in the face of Atlantis living on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, they are still at a loss and can't find a place to start.

The Prime Minister once wanted to ask for help from the hidden forces of the dark world, such as the wizarding group active in London, werewolves and vampires.

It's a pity that the results have been minimal, and no useful information has been obtained.

These dark creatures were born at most no more than a thousand years ago.

Nothing is known about that period of history tens of thousands of years ago - except for vampires.

Those nocturnal creatures who are afraid of the sun have a wonderful relationship with Atlantis.

Their ancestors came from the ocean countries deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

At that time, Atlantis had not yet sunk, and it was in a glorious period of national power.

The great wizard Varna obtained the "Book of Darkness" left by the ancient god Sissos, from which he gained powerful power and transformed himself into a vampire.

This is the birth story of the first vampire on earth.

Later, the continental plates collided, and Atlantis, which was in great prosperity for a while, sank.

The great wizard Varna felt that he had lived enough, saw through all kinds of life, and planned to stop thinking, so he passed the power to Dracula.

Since then, the vampire family has thrived in the land world and has gradually become a hidden force in the dark world.

England was at a loss, but the ancient eastern country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean didn't care.

The Spear Bureau can even tear Neon Superman by hand, what are the blue-skinned Atlanteans.

If you dare to go ashore, eat it as a crayfish!

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Atlantic waters, Poseidonia.

The capital of Atlantis is no longer as peaceful as before.

The armies of all parties are gathering, and the pre-war tension is spreading.

Undercurrents are raging in the land world, and marine civilization is not much better.

Namor, who slaughtered the nobles in robes at one time, succeeded in taking power—although many people denounced his tyranny and chose to stand up and resist.

But there was no disturbance, and it was quickly suppressed.

"That's one of the benefits of class solidification."

Namor leaned on the throne, his right hand drooped unaccustomed to it, and he usually held his beloved trident.

"When there is a lack of sufficiently capable leaders, it is difficult for the weak to pose a threat to the rule of the strong."

Those rebels formed too many forces and attacked the royal palace in the center of Posedonia.

It's just that wandering soldiers are scattered and brave, and it's not a climate.

Namor didn't even make a move himself, and the guards got rid of these people.

"I think there are also people from Atlantis among them, and most of them agree with the reason for the war."

Sebastian was wearing breathing equipment, and said in a low voice through a transparent protective cover.

"For many years, there has been a clear distinction between the bottom class and the nobles in this country. Bloodlines and origins determine everyone's future."

"Your Majesty, you once grew up in the slums of Posedonia and met the lowest-level Atlanteans. They repeated a similar life every day. When you saw the robed nobles take the initiative to salute, every day, every month, I have to pay a lot of taxes every year, and I have to bear the pressure of life that is not easy."

"The upward passage is blocked, and the conflict between nobles and commoners has become more and more intense. It is just the obedience concept rooted in the bones of the Atlanteans, which keeps them docile."

Sebastian Shaw talked eloquently, as if he was a confidant of the king.

Namor, who was sitting on the throne, nodded frequently, deeply moved.

When he was very young, he fled to the slums with his mother and experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

He has a certain understanding of the lower class of Atlantis.

"A foreign war is the best way to divert conflicts. It can not only give military merit, but also allow civilians to see the hope of further promotion across classes; it can also use victories to consolidate His Majesty's authority."

Sebastian looked loyal and sincere on the surface, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

"As long as Superman can be eliminated, the army of Atlantis will be invincible and conquer the entire land world."

Mentioning Superman, Namor felt a dull pain in his chest.

Then, he thought of the stolen Neptune's trident.

All of a sudden, the happy mood turned sour.

"Mr. Xiao, you have a powerful talent to absorb energy. If you join forces with me, do you have a chance to defeat Superman?"

After thinking for a long time, Namor asked in a low voice.

As Superman's defeated opponent, he knows all too well that the other party belongs to the top existence in terms of strength, speed, and fighting awareness.

Fighting alone, he is definitely not an opponent.

But are there any rules for dealing with a land person?

It is the most sensible way to swarm and kill him!

Among the Hellfire Club, the only one who can restrain Superman is probably the hidden Sebastian Shaw.

Namor thought that if the two of them worked together, they might have a chance of winning.

"Ahem! Your Majesty, I'm just a scientist and I'm not good at fighting people."

Sensing the expectant eyes from above, Sebastian looked calm and stable like an old dog, but actually panicked in his heart.

After seeing Luke unilaterally crushing the "Battleship Class" in Berlin, and then defeating Namor, and almost dying on the spot, Luke's astonishing combat power, how could he still be able to raise his fighting spirit.

He threatened before that he wanted to teach Superman a lesson, but that was just a big talk after his heart swelled.

In a state of sobriety, Sebastian is more inclined to work hard to improve, and wait until his ability is further improved, and then personally take action to destroy the enemy.

"The Soviet Union is actively developing the nuclear industry, and soon they will be able to create the first generation of nuclear reactors. At that time, I will absorb the energy from it and make myself stronger."

Sebastian was full of confidence and said loudly: "I believe that even a superman cannot resist the terrible power of atomic fission!"

Namor frowned, but still did not relax.

He asked unwillingly: "Don't we have nothing to do with Superman? The golden trident, which symbolizes the kingship of Atlantis, is still in his hands. If he can't take it back, sooner or later more rebels will stand up." .”

"This, there are other means."

Sebastian pondered for a moment, then said hesitantly: "Legend, the first mutant in history is named Apocalypse."

"His strength is so powerful that he was once worshiped as a god."

"Because the long years are too boring, Apocalypse fell into a deep sleep. If I can find his whereabouts, and get the method to the end of the evolutionary road from the hands of this great god, and break the limit of mutant levels, maybe I can defeat Superman .”

Sebastian said vaguely, he didn't want to really wake up the legendary god of mutants.

No one wants to sit on top of their heads with a commanding boss, giving news of the apocalypse, just to temporarily appease Namor's restless mood.

"Apocalypse?"

Namor's eyes brightened slightly, as if he had a plan.

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……

S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building in Washington, DC.

In Laboratory No. [-], Howard was busy. His messy hair like a chicken coop and thick dark circles under his eyes showed that he hadn't gotten enough sleep for a long time.

"This is your achievement?"

Luke crossed his arms, looked at the model in front of him, and frowned, "A miniature nuclear reactor?"

"That's right. Although the Cosmic Rubik's Cube has no response to my various stimuli, just like a high-ranking goddess who never pays attention to the pandering of ordinary suitors, it's not that I have nothing to gain!"

Howard looked quite tired, but his spirit was very excited, and he said in a fierce tone: "I wanted to use magnetic confinement to achieve nuclear fusion, and use the protium and deuterium rich in seawater to complete nuclear fusion in a specific environment and ultra-high temperature conditions. The fusion reaction releases huge energy. This is the inspiration for me from the Rubik's Cube!"

"However, I quickly discovered that although the magnetic field that confines the plasma is not afraid of high temperatures, it is very unstable. Moreover, during the heating process of the plasma, energy will continue to be lost..."

Howard paused, seemingly parched, and poured himself a glass of water.

"Am I the only one who can't understand what he's talking about?"

Taking advantage of this gap, Captain America who was standing next to him spoke out.

He was in a daze, unable to participate in Howard's eloquent topics at all.

What nuclear fusion, magnetic confinement, plasma... It's really confusing!

Luke curled his lips and said with a smile: "I have done a special review, and I can probably understand what Howard means."

There are two main types of research on controlled thermonuclear fusion.

Inertial confinement fusion, and magnetic confinement fusion.

The former uses a high-intensity laser to irradiate a deuterium-tritium target in a very short time to achieve fusion.

The latter utilizes the characteristics of a strong magnetic field that can well confine charged particles, confines deuterium-tritium gas in a special magnetic container, and heats it to a high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees Celsius to achieve a fusion reaction.

Howard's main attack direction is the second.

His idea is somewhat similar to the tokamak device that will appear in a few years.

That was an experimental plan proposed by a Soviet scientist in the 50s.

After decades of hard work, the feasibility has been proven.

It has to be said that Iron Man's father's vision and mind are ahead of an era.

"Hey, Rogers, when did you show up? Sorry, I didn't notice you at all just now."

Howard waved his hand, completely ignoring Captain America, who was tall and strong with strong chest muscles.

When doing serious research, let alone Rogers with two big pectoral muscles, he will not divert his attention even if a young girl with a strong body is naked in front of him.

At most, don't disturb my search for the truth!

"Where did you talk? Oh, yes, the project of controlled nuclear fusion is too huge, and I won't be able to get the answer for a while. So, I decided to change to a challenge of easier difficulty."

Howard picked up the previous tirade and continued: "Then, you saw, the first generation nuclear reactor! Putting it on a submarine can fully satisfy what Ross Gunn said, 'atomic energy drives machinery first, so that it can propel Ships' vision."

"It took you a few days to get the most critical core of a nuclear submarine..."

Luke patted Howard on the shoulder and said with emotion: "Although you must have heard this sentence many times, I still have to say, Howard, you are a well-deserved genius!"

"Hearing this compliment from Superman, to be honest, my vanity has been satisfied like never before."

Howard laughed loudly, then hugged a pile of design drawings and a large pile of calculation draft paper to Rogers, and said: "Let the mediocre scientists of the Atomic Energy Commission study it, they can only look up to the knowledge emitted by Howard Stark Light—and I'm going to bed!"

"Wait, as the first nuclear submarine, don't you want to give it a name-you are fully qualified."

Luke reminded.

"Uh, good idea! It's called the Nautilus. I like Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", and I like Captain Nemo even more."

Howard paused and gave an answer.

Then, he walked into the lounge and closed the door with a bang.

Not long after, the two people standing outside heard the sound of sleeping snoring.

"The guy is exhausted."

Luke smiled, looking at the model of the nuclear reactor, he couldn't help but think of Iron Man's Ark reactor.

It seems not far away.

　ps: Sacrifice a copy of the same type, "Game Players in the World of American Anime", let me take a breath of luck~

　　ps2: I got the boutique badge, let’s celebrate. I will try to update the [-]-character tomorrow, but I can’t write today.

　　ps3: Good night, readers.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)