A few days later, Atlantis's name appeared on the newspaper headlines, causing an uproar.
Ocean Civilization, which has an ancient heritage but has never been heard of, has officially entered the public eye-all countries have long known about the amazing battle that took place in the Atlantic Ocean waters, and also learned about the existence of Atlantis.
It can be seen that no matter what news, the public is always the last group to know.
Countries have responded differently to Ocean Civilization.
Siberia's Red Bear is still as always. On the one hand, it is vigorously developing the nuclear industry, but on the other hand, it is secretly wary of Superman.
As for the threat of Atlantis?
That's something Yanks should think about.
Anyway, we won't be able to get here for a while.
England, who was getting weaker day by day, actively communicated with White House in an attempt to get some rumors.
Even though they have MI6, they have James Bond who travels all over the world and is very capable of flirting with girls.
But faced with Atlantis living on the bottom of Atlantic Ocean, he was still at a loss and couldn't find a place to start.
Prime Minister once wanted to seek help from the hidden power of Dark World, such as the Wizard group active in London, Werewolves and Vampires.
Unfortunately, the results were minimal and no useful information was obtained.
The birth time of these dark creatures cannot exceed a thousand years at most.
There is absolutely no knowledge of that period of history tens of thousands of years ago - except for Vampires.
Those nocturnal creatures that are afraid of sunlight have a strange connection with Atlantis.
Their Progenitor comes from the ocean country deep in Atlantic Ocean.
At that time, Atlantis had not yet sunk and was in a glorious period of peak national power.
Big Wizard Varna got "Darkhold" left by Elder Gods Sise-Neg, gained powerful power from it, and transformed himself into Vampires.
This is the birth story of the first Vampires on earth.
Later, the continental plates collided, and the Atlantis, which was very popular for a while, sank.
Big Wizard Varna felt that he had lived enough and had seen through all aspects of life, so he decided to stop thinking, so he passed his power to Dracula.
Since then, the Vampires family has thrived in Land World and gradually become a secret force of Dark World.
England is helpless over there, but Pacific Ocean is not concerned about the ancient oriental country on the other side.
God Spear Bureau and even Japanese Superman can be torn apart by hand, so what does Atlanteans with blue skin mean?
If you dare to go ashore, you will eat it directly as a crayfish!
Atlantic Ocean sea area, Poseidonia.
This Atlantis capital is no longer as peaceful as before.
Troops from all sides are massing, and pre-war tensions are spreading.
Land World is undercurrent, and Ocean Civilization is not much better.
Namor, who cleaned up Robed Nobles Carnage in one go, successfully took control of power - even though 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 hanging down unaccustomedly. 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 many forces and attacked the palace in the center of Poseidonia city.
It's just that it's not a good idea to have scattered soldiers.
Namor didn't even take action personally, the guards got rid of these people.
"I think there are also Atlantis people among them, and most of them agree with the reasons for launching the war."
Sebastian was wearing breathing equipment and spoke in a deep voice through a transparent protective shield.
"For many years, the bottom class and the nobility in this country have been clearly differentiated. Bloodline and origin determine everyone's future."
"Your Majesty, you grew up in the slums of Poseidonia. You have seen those Atlanteans at the bottom. They repeat similar lives every day. When you see Robed Nobles, you have to take the initiative to salute, pay a lot of taxes every day, every month, and every year, and bear the pressure of life that is not easy."
"The upward passage was blocked, and the conflict between the nobles and the common people became more and more intense. It was only the concept of obedience rooted in Atlanteans's bones that allowed them to continue to remain docile."
Sebastian-Xiao talks eloquently, as if he is a close confidant around the king.
Namor, who was sitting on the throne, nodded frequently, feeling deeply.
When he was very young, he escaped to the slums with his mother and experienced the warmth and coldness of human nature.
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 honors and let civilians see the hope of further promotion across classes; it can also consolidate His Majesty's authority with the help of victory after victory."
Sebastian looked loyal and sincere on the surface, with a dark light flashing in his eyes.
"As long as Superman can be eliminated, Atlantis's army will surely be invincible and conquer the entire Land World."
Mentioning Superman, Namor felt a dull pain in his chest.
Then, he thought about Neptune's Trident that was taken away.
Suddenly, the pleasant mood turned sour.
"Mr. Shaw, you have a powerful talent for absorbing 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 knew very well that the opponent was among the best in terms of strength, speed, and combat awareness.
Fighting alone, you are no match.
But when dealing with a Land People, do you need to follow any rules?
Swarming up and killing them is the wisest thing to do!
Among Hellfire Club, the only one who can restrain Superman is the hidden Sebastian-Xiao.
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 with people."
Feeling the expectant look from above, Sebastian appeared calm and steady as an old dog, but in fact he was panicking inside.
He had seen Luke unilaterally crush Berlin's "Battleship-class", and then beat Namor to a complete defeat, almost dying on the spot. How could he still have the fighting spirit?
I threatened before that I would teach Superman a lesson, but that was just a big talk out of an inflated heart.
While staying awake, Sebastian is more inclined to work hard to improve, wait until his abilities are further advanced, and then personally take action to eliminate the enemy.
"Soviet Union is actively developing the nuclear industry. Soon they will be able to create the first-generation nuclear reactor. When the time comes, I will absorb the energy and make myself stronger."
Sebastian was confident and said loudly, "I believe that even Superman cannot withstand the terrifying power of atomic fission!"
Namor's frowned brows still did not relax.
He asked unwillingly, "Is there nothing we can do with Superman? Golden Trident, which symbolizes the royal power of Atlantis, is still in his hands. If he cannot take it back, sooner or later more resisters will come forward."
"There are other ways to do this."
Sebastian pondered for a moment and said hesitantly, "Legend has it that the first Mutants in history is named Apocalypse."
"He was extremely powerful and was once worshiped as a god."
"Because the long years were too boring, Apocalypse fell into a deep sleep. If I can find his whereabouts, get the method to the end of the evolutionary road from the hands of this great god, and break the restriction of Mutants level, maybe I can defeat Superman."
Sebastian said vaguely, he did not want to really wake up the legendary Mutant God.
No one wants to have a boss sitting above his head giving orders, giving Apocalypse news just to temporarily appease Namor's anxious mood.
"Apocalypse?"
Namor's eyes brightened slightly, as if he had a plan.
Washington D.C.,S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
In Laboratory One, Howard is busy, with messy hair like a chicken coop and thick dark circles under his eyes, showing that he has not gotten enough sleep for a long time.
"Is this what you achieved?"
Luke crossed his arms, looked at the model in front of him, frowned and said, "A miniature nuclear reactor?"
"That's right. Although Tesseract has no response to my various stimulation methods, just like a superior goddess who never pays attention to the various panderings of ordinary suitors, it's not like I haven't gained anything!"
Howard looked quite tired, but very excited. He said in a fierce tone, "I previously wanted to use magnetic confinement to achieve nuclear fusion, and use the protium and deuterium rich in seawater to complete the nuclear fusion reaction under specific environment and ultra-high temperature conditions, releasing huge energy. This is the inspiration given to me by Tesseract!"
"But I soon discovered that the magnetic field that constrains the plasma, although not afraid of high temperatures, is very unstable. And during the heating process of the plasma, energy will continue to be lost..."
Howard paused, as if his mouth was dry, and he poured himself a glass of water.
"Am I the only one who doesn't understand what he's saying?"
Taking advantage of this gap, Captain America, who was standing next to him, spoke out.
He looked confused and was completely unable to participate in the topic that Howard was talking about.
Nuclear fusion, magnetic confinement, plasma... it's really confusing!
Luke curled his lips and said with a smile, "I have reviewed it specially, 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 high-intensity lasers to irradiate deuterium and tritium targets in a very short time to achieve fusion.
The latter uses the characteristics of a strong magnetic field to well confine charged particles, confine deuterium and tritium gas in a special magnetic container, and heat it to a high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees Celsius to achieve fusion reactions.
Howard's main attack direction is the second type.
His idea is somewhat similar to the Tokamak device that will only appear in a few years.
That was an experimental plan proposed by a Soviet Union scientist in the 1950s.
After decades of hard work, the feasibility has been proven.
I have to say that Iron Man's father's vision and mind were ahead of his time.
"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 in chest muscles.
When doing serious research, let alone Rogers with two big breasts, even if a young girl with a hot body takes off her clothes and stands in front of him, he will not divert his attention.
The most I can say is, don't disturb me in my search for the truth!
"Where are you talking about? Oh, by the way, the project of controllable nuclear fusion is too huge, and I won't be able to get the answer for a while. So, I settled for the next best thing and decided to change the challenge to a simpler difficulty."
Howard continued the long speech before, "Then, you see, the first-generation nuclear reactor! Putting it on a submarine can fully meet Thaddeus Ross-Gunn's idea of 'atomic energy first drives machinery to propel the ship'."
"You spent 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 want to say, Howard, you are truly a well-deserved genius!"
"Hearing this compliment from Superman, to be honest, my vanity has been satisfied like never before."
Howard laughed loudly, then handed Rogers a pile of design drawings and a large pile of calculation draft paper, and said, "Let those mediocre scientists from Atomic Energy Commission do the research. They can only look up to the light of knowledge emanating from Howard-Stark - and I am going to sleep!"
"Wait a minute, as the first nuclear submarine, don't you want to give it a name - you are fully qualified."
Luke reminded.
"Uh, good idea! Let's call it Nautilus. I like Verne's "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" and I like Captain Nemo even more."
Howard paused for a moment before giving 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 snores.
"This guy is exhausted."
Luke smiled and looked at the model of the nuclear reactor, and couldn't help but think of Iron Man's Arc Reactor.
It seems not far away.
ps: I sacrifice a book of the same genre, "Gamers in the American Comic World", and let me take a breath of luck~
ps2: I got the high-quality badge. Let's celebrate. I'll try to update it with 8,000 words tomorrow. I can't write today.
ps3: Good night, dear readers.