Chapter 73: Ch.72 Sea Queen

Chapter 73: Ch.72 Sea Queen

19,000 feet beneath the Atlantic Ocean lies Poseidonis.

This is the capital of the Atlantean Empire, and the largest underwater city for Atlanteans.

The deep ocean is naturally pitch black, but they use various bioluminescent sea creatures and plants to illuminate the city, making it a beacon under the sea that can be seen from miles away, showcasing its prosperity.

An underwater city has its advantages: it is undetectable, and outsiders cannot disturb them. Even if a storm rages above the surface, the deep sea remains forever tranquil and peaceful.

The Atlanteans possess semi-divine bloodlines, allowing them to withstand water pressure and live like true deep-sea creatures. The city is home not only to Atlanteans but also to countless marine species that coexist harmoniously with the sea people.

Colorful schools of fish swim through the city, and towering corals stand like trees, while structures built from reefs are sturdy enough to last thousands of years.

At the very center of these structures is a magnificent palace, the current residence of the Sea Queen, Marella.

In the vast throne room, she alone reclines on the throne.

She wears a golden scaled top and green scaled pants—an Atlantean's favored color combination, with gold representing the sky and green representing the sea.

Leaning against the throne is the Neptune Trident, a symbol of royal authority. As a weapon, it is merely sturdy and durable, lacking in power. The other trident, the Poseidon Trident, is a divine artifact of the sea god, capable of stirring up towering waves and commanding all the world's marine life with unmatched might.

Usually, she just wields the Neptune Trident for appearances, while the divine artifact is enshrined in the temple, accumulating divine power.

Sea Queen Marella lay slumped on her throne, propping her head up with one arm, lost in thought. Small fish swam past her, brushing her hair with their tails, but she remained oblivious.

Her golden short hair gently floated in the water. In shallow, sunlit areas, it emitted a beautiful glow.

But this hair color was the root cause of the early resistance she faced from her people because golden hair symbolizes humanity. The excessive exploitation and utilization of the ocean by humans, their overfishing to the brink of species extinction, had long angered the Atlanteans, and their wrath had been simmering for centuries.

They are a purely monarchal dictatorship, without even a council like the Amazons. So she had no one to discuss such military matters with, except various fish. Marine mammals were fine, but the efficiency of fish brains... not worth mentioning.

She felt she had hit a dead end, with nothing but water and more water on her mind.

It simply wouldn't work.

She wanted to be the world's ruler, not go down with her enemies.

As she pondered, she suddenly sensed a special frequency, directly entering her mind. It was the language of fish, perceivable only to Atlanteans through brainwaves, and fully understandable only by the Sea Queen.

"Queen, Queen, someone is killing us!"

She still didn't see any fish, but she 'heard' their thoughts.

These were not ordinary fish but a group of sharks she liked, who patrolled around Cheverie Port, serving as guards for her old home.

She grabbed the trident beside her throne and leapt forward. The powerful currents propelled her swiftly through the water. In an instant, she left the throne room filled with seaweed and glowing creatures, rushing towards Cheverie Port.

She didn't bring her personal guards. She didn't want anyone to see the state of Cheverie Port, representing her past, her human past. She was confident she could handle any enemy on her own. She was well-equipped, and although her armor wasn't a divine artifact, it was nearly as good. She was immensely strong, battle-hardened, and a master of polearms.

She rarely left the ocean to fight on land unless absolutely necessary. Prolonged absence from water would weaken her, reducing her to the level of an ordinary human.

But in her view, the ones hunting sharks at Cheverie Port were probably just fishermen. Killing a few ordinary people should be easy enough. Since she was returning to Cheverie Port, she might as well sit at her old home for a while and perhaps come up with a new strategy to defeat the Amazons.

The currents propelled her rapidly through the crystal-clear waves, and countless marine creatures seemed to cheer her on. She could see the light above—signs of sunrise.

She was the Queen of Atlantis, and marine life were her subjects. Now, she would seek justice for her people!